Manhattan

| Chapter Two | Field Hockey

"Argh!" Becca grunted as she was checked by Hannah the scugly, who sent her stick away from the ball.

"What the hell?" Becca shouted at Hannah and her over-aggressive shoulder check.

At field number four, all the way across the lawn, Chris and his sexy friends, Thomas, Drew, and Drake were watching the senior girls play field hockey.

"That's what I like to see." Drake said, watching the group of girls in short skirts, dry-fit blouses, and knee length white socks throw themselves against each other and bend over in attempts to get the ball.

"It's kind of funny." Chris chuckled. Being a lacrosse player, it was funny to see how weird and uncoordinated some of the girls looked playing the knockoff sport.

They watched as Becca ran up to Hannah, checked her hard, and intercepted the ball, steering it down the field and towards the net.

"Dat's my boo!" Chris shouted in a loud voice, causing everyone around them to crack up and Becca to take her focus off the ball.

Out of nowhere, Hannah slammed her body against Becca's with such force that it sent her flying through the air, and she landed at a horrible angle.

"Oh shit." Thomas said, and all the girls started crowding around Becca's limp body.

Chris' muscles flexed but he stayed still. They were supposed to be finishing their mile run, but had paused here to watch the girls.

Chris groaned. Lunch was next period, and he was hoping that him and Becca could go to a diner and make out and share an order of fries.

"BOYS. KEEP. RUNNING!" Their coach yelled, and they tore their eyes away from the skinny girls and a bruised Becca to keep running.

•••

"OPEN THE FUCK UP!" Becca screamed at her locker, banging her fist against the maroon metal.

A girl a few lockers down glared at her.

"Oh, I'm sorry, did I interrupt you checking yourself out in the mirror?" She snapped, grabbing her lock, and pulling down on it so hard that her feet left the ground and she was hanging.

"God fucking damn it." Becca said, wiping away the tears that had just dripped out of her eyes.

Finally, Becca just gave up and asked the nurse to clip her lock off.

As soon as her locker opened, the nurse left and Becca gasped at her hideous reflection.

Her once perfect hair was messy and streaked with dirt. Her makeup was completely smudged. Her tights were practically shredded. She had a sore body and black eye from being checked to the floor. And she reeked of shame from being shown up by a scugly.

A tear dripped down her nose as she shoveled books into her purse and slammed her locker door shut, already brainstorming ways to destroy Hannah.

•••

Later that night, Becca was sitting in her huge jacuzzi bathtub, drinking white wine from a glass, eating a bowl of chocolate covered strawberries, reading the newest Cosmopolitan, and trying to forget about her awful day.

Her iPhone started to ring and she wiped the bubbles off of her hand and answered the phone.

"Hello?" She mumbled through her green face mask.

"Hey, it's me, I'm with Kelsie and Miranda." Morgan said through the other end.

Becca had been kinda ticked that they hasn't visited or called her until 10:00pm.

"Hey. Thanks for calling." She mumbled sarcastically, inspecting her French manicure.

"Are you okay? Oh my god, Hannah is SUCH a bitch. We've been working nonstop on finding some dirt on her since, like, 7:00."

Becca's heart soared. So they had been too busy having her back to check up on her. "So did you find anything?" She asked.

"Well, about three hours into our search, we realized that we already have the perfect thing to use to destroy her." Miranda said excitedly.

"What?" She mumbled, confused, and then it hit her. At the exact same time, both girls shouted "THE PICTURE!" at the top of their lungs.

Becca was so happy she could scream, which she did, flinging bubbles everywhere. The worst day of her life was having a happy ending.

She grabbed the crystal glass of wine and tilted her head back, draining the whole glass and taking a deep breath.

"Tomorrow we wear black. We're gonna be in mourning." She said, a smirk playing across her full lips.

"Mourning what?" Miranda asked, her perfect eyebrows moving together in confusion.

"Hannah's social life. If she ever even had one." And with that, Becca dialed Chris' number, ready to chug some more wine, scarf down some more chocolate strawberries, and have phone sex with her totally sexy boyfriend.

•••

Becca leaned into the mirror, trying to keep her hand steady as she applied MAC Sin lip liner across her full lips, then coloring it in with the same dark red matte color, and perfecting her Cupid's bow with concealer.

She leaned away from her spotless mirror and checked out her black smoky eye, highlighted cheekbones, and perfectly shaped eyebrows.

She checked out her outfit. White blouse, short plaid skirt, black fishnet tights, and short black booties. She sucked in her defined cheekbones, admired her red lips and black eyelids, and flicked her blacked out Ray Ban aviators over her eyes, making sure her perfect eyebrows peeked out over the
top.

She walked carefully down the stairs, and outside of her apartment, where Kelsie was waiting inside her BMW convertible.

Giggling, Becca climbed into shotgun and brushed her long blonde hair behind her shoulder.

•••

The girls whipped the car into the lot and parked it before climbing out and pausing at the base of the stairs.

A tornado of whispers surrounded the girls, a mixture of jealousy and awe, but Becca didn't seem to care as she pulled her raybans away from her eyes and perched them at the top of the perfect blonde waves.

"You look seriously hot." Becca heard a voice behind her say, and she spun around and was met with the piercing blue eyes of Chris. She stopped her fierce, mean look for a second as her lips spread into an involuntary smile and her arms wrapped around Chris' lacrosse toned shoulders.

"I still feel like I haven't seen you enough. I missed you." Becca pouted.

"Why don't we try again for lunch today?" Chris asked, brushing a finger against Becca's cheek.

Becca glanced at Kelsie, Morgan, and Miranda and bit her lip to keep from giggling.

"I'm gonna be busy at lunch today, but let's do tomorrow?" She asked.

Chris' eyebrows furrowed in confusion but he planted a kiss on her cheek before agreeing and jogging back across the street to his own school.

The whispers didn't stop as the group walked up the steps and into the building.

"Is everything ready?" Becca asked quietly, receiving a nod from Miranda.

Becca could hardly contain her excitement. Her lips curled into a smirk and it took everything she had in her not to rub her hands together and let out an evil laugh.

"Perfect." She mumbled.