Chasing Her || FreenBecky [Completed]

Chapter 13

Lately, my routine revolved around visiting Becky's house, chatting, eating, and then heading home as if nothing extraordinary happened. Unsure if our bond was genuine friendship or if I was inadvertently taking advantage of her generosity, I grappled with my conscience. The worst part was our frequent clashes over trivial matters like what to watch or what to do, with me always craving to lead.

But today, with the class returning to normal, I felt the need for a breather. Spending five consecutive days with Becky had almost led me to spill my entire life story to her.

As Billy and I strolled down the hallway, he nudged me and asked, "Aren't you going to watch Becky practice? You've practically been living at her place these past few days."

With a huff, I replied, "The president assigned me a task. Can't shirk my responsibilities." Glancing at the field, I noticed Becky training with her team, a sight I hadn't expected. She had always insisted on my presence during her practice sessions. What was different today?

"Don't you think she can manage fine on her own now?" I mused aloud, still watching Becky from a distance.

Billy chuckled, joining me in observing the scene. "She always excels, Freen. With or without your guidance." Playfully, he wrapped his arms around me and called out to Becky, who merely waved before resuming her drills.

"I'm not used to this version of Becky," I muttered, pulling away from Billy and marching towards the president's office. Normally, she clung to me like glue. Yet last night, she seemed reluctant to let me leave, and now, she didn't even bother to greet us.

"Fix your expression, Miss President," Billy teased, but I ignored him and entered the office.

The president, engrossed in paperwork, motioned for me to sit. "Becky mentioned she learned a lot from you," he began, though in reality, it was the other way around—I had gleaned valuable insights from her extensive library.

"Indeed, it's been a mutually beneficial exchange," I replied with a small smile.

"She no longer requires tutoring, as per her request. You needn't visit her house anymore. I appreciate your efforts, Miss Chankimha. The position of Council President is rightfully yours," he declared, handing me an envelope containing money. "Consider this a token of gratitude for your hard work."

As I accepted the envelope, I exchanged a puzzled glance with Billy. What would I do with all this money? I hardly felt deserving of such praise.

"A reward for being the best tutor ever," Billy quipped, taking my hand. "Now, let's head to the cafeteria, and you can treat me to lunch." With a wink, he led the way, and we dashed off.

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We settled into the cafeteria, and as requested, I footed the bill for Billy's meal. I couldn't fathom why he insisted on me paying when his father, the school president, could easily cover his expenses. While we ate, a commotion at the entrance caught our attention, drawing a crowd of students away from their meals.

"Two possibilities: either Bright or Becky has arrived," Billy remarked, gesturing towards the doorway. Sure enough, Becky and Bright stood there.

"What are they doing here?" I scoffed, dropping my utensils in surprise as they both turned their gaze towards me. I shot a glare at Billy, who smirked and moved to a nearby table, leaving me to deal with the unexpected guests. "Thanks a lot, you jerk," I muttered under my breath as I prepared to leave. But before I could, Becky and Bright took seats at my table, leaving me bewildered.

"We've made a little wager, and you're the deciding factor," Bright announced, gently urging me back into my seat. "So, which will it be: tomorrow's game or next week's?"

I felt a surge of frustration. Were they really betting on my preferences?

"Next week? What day?" I inquired.

"Friday!" Becky exclaimed eagerly, clearly anticipating my choice. Yet, Friday clashed with my class schedule, and I didn't want to disappoint Bright either.

"I have classes on Friday, but I can make it tomorrow. Will that suffice?" I proposed, hoping to find a compromise. Their response was silence, leaving me uncertain of the outcome. "Well?"

"Nothing," Becky replied quietly, motioning for Bright to follow her as they rose from the table. As they left, I couldn't help but wonder when they had become so chummy. I didn't recall them ever getting along before.

"What was that all about?" Billy inquired upon returning to our table. "What did they say?"

"Nothing important," I dismissed, playfully swatting his head as he groaned. "So, what's happening tomorrow?"

"Nothing much in school, but I heard Becky has a match against a nearby university," Billy informed me, tilting his head in curiosity. "Why?"

Becky, what?!