Under Control (FreenBecky)

Chapter 7: Search

I sat in the audience, feeling a slight excitement, listening to her every word. The brown-haired girl spoke, standing behind the podium, which half hid her slender figure, she was extremely focused and confident, her voice was firm, decisive, from the outside it seemed that she was a flint, but I knew that all this was feigned, and I admired her skill to keep herself in control, she was worried, like many before mass performances, and I saw how she fussed, frantically sorting through the sheets, dropping the pen that slipped from her naughty fingers.

"Shh, everything will be fine, calm down" I cover her hand with mine as a sign of support. She straightens her back, exhales noisily, looks at me thoughtfully.

Today she is not wearing jeans, she is wearing that elegant outfit from our first meeting - a white blouse, a tight black skirt, above the knees, and a black blazer, her loose hair on her shoulders, and I am grateful to God that I gave her the idea to perform then, because she's breathtaking in this look, which is so different from what I've been seeing the last two weeks.

I sit there unable to take my eyes off her, unable to get enough of the beautiful picture, but she soon finishes her report, falling silent, waiting for questions. The teacher asks two questions, on the last one the girl, looking for support, meets my gaze, I nod lightly, making it clear that we have discussed the answer, and she answers.

"That's right" the teacher concludes. "Thank you, have a seat."

And the brunette sits down on the bench next to me, smiling that everything is behind me.

"You did well, smarty!"

"I know. Thank you for helping me, I couldn't have done it without you!"

The bell notifies us about the end of the class and we go out into the corridor, I can hear my phone ringing in my bag, I pick up the phone, gesturing for Becky to stop, she looks at me expectantly.

"Hi, mom" I smile involuntarily, because I miss her.

"Hello, daughter! I couldn't get through to you and called Billy, invited you to visit for the weekend, he happily agreed, you don't mind, I hope?"

I'm shocked, damn it, and I don't even know what to say, overwhelmed with emotions, I move away from the brunette at a decent distance, to the window, where there is much less noise, because the students are not scurrying around.

"That's right, mom, I'm against it, I have a lot of work and I can't give it all up" I watch the girl out of the corner of my eye, she's enthusiastically chatting with some guy, standing with his back to me, he's not from our stream, he looks more mature , but his face seems familiar to me.

"Freen, we haven't seen each other for so long, won't they let you go for a day?" my mother's upset voice brings me back.

"I know, mom, I'm sorry, it won't work out for sure yet, but I'll definitely come, I think, soon" I answer, not wanting to go into details about my fading feelings for the young man.

Becky, meanwhile, laughs contagiously, apparently the guy is a joker. I look at him again, trying to remember where I could see him, he notices my gaze, and I turn away from them half-turn, pretending to be carried away by the conversation, noticing with my peripheral vision that their hands touched.

"Okay, honey, I really hope so, I love you."

"Me too, Mom, and don't call Billy again, please."

After hanging up the phone, I looked out the window into the distance, trying to clarify my memories. That's right, I remembered, he's an acquaintance of Saint, a friend of my brother, I saw them together not so long ago, and I knew the reason for their intersections, Saint also uses.