Yours Musically

58. Long Distance

Chapter Fifty Eight - Long Distance

Mrs. Brooke set a glass of what looked like spinach smoothie in front of me.

I glowered at it, ready to protest, but she quickly shook her head. "You have to drink that."

"But—"

"Nope. You've got to have something healthy once in a while."

"But chocolate milk is healthy, and this is so green—"

"If you drink this right now, I'll make your favourite spaghetti for lunch when you're back from school."

I pressed my lips together, then smacked them in defeat. "Clever, Mrs. Brooke. You know that spaghetti is my weakness." I lifted the glass to my nose, whiffed and made a face. Then, without another word, I started swallowing its contents and finished it in one go, finally returning the glass to the counter.

"There. The spaghetti better be extra nice today."

She chuckled, impressed. "I'll try my best. Besides, now I owe you for making you drink that smoothie when you're already feeling low."

I stopped shoving my phone in my pocket and looked up at her. "I'm not feeling low. Why would you think that?"

She raised a brow at me. "Rebekah, you didn't say a word over dinner last night, and now you drank this smoothie without making me promise you spaghetti for a whole week, if not more."

"Damn!" I clicked my tongue. "I really sold myself short, didn't I?"

She patted my shoulder with half a smile. "Feel better. Have a nice day."

"Thanks, Mrs. Brooke. You too." I gave her a grateful smile before grabbing my backpack and heading out of the kitchen.

Blake was walking down the stairs, steps slow and hair messy while he rubbed his half open eyes. Maybe he'd just woken up.

Mrs. Brooke was right. I had been in a bad mood, but she'd lifted it a little, and I'd forgotten about the tiny disagreement I'd had with my brother. That was until I'd seen him again.

"Hey, Becks," he called, yawning.

"Hey," I muttered while walking up to the front door without cutting a glance at him. He was too sleepy to notice anyway, so I just walked out and shut the door after myself while saying, "See you after school."

Within seconds, Meera's car pulled up, and I noticed Cheryl in the passenger seat.

I'd called Meera last evening, and she'd told me that she was staying over at Cheryl's house. I'd wanted to join them, but Cheryl was in such a bad mood, Meera feared she would take it out on me.

Okay, maybe I'd been a bad friend for just a tiny second, but Cher was taking it too far. I really wanted to be there for her.

I quickly climbed into the backseat. "Hey, guys."

"Hey, Becks." Meera smiled at me through the rear-view mirror, and I raised my brows at her questioningly. She opened her mouth to speak, but then shut it, shrugged, and started driving.

"Becks," Cheryl called after about five seconds and turned in her seat to look back at me. "I didn't mean to be so hard on you yesterday. I'm sorry."

I blinked in surprise. "Oh, it's fine. I kinda deserved that. I'm sorry, too."

She nodded and turned forward.

"So, are you okay?" I asked.

She heaved a long sigh and pushed her hair out of her face in frustration. "It's Mack."