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Chapter 13 - Bekah's Confession

Blythe's POV

"Bekah, you don't have to do this!"

I looked at the pretty blonde, who was currently carrying a pile of clothes across her room with a grin on her face.

"Yes, I do, Blythe. If you are going to continue to make Luca think you're a kid, you need an appropriate wardrobe," she demanded.

"But I feel like I'm taking half your clothes!" I protested. I glared at her, but she only giggled in response.

"Please, I buy this much in one month with my allowance," she mocked. "Besides, if you feel that strongly about it, you can always send them back when you get home."

I sighed in defeat and plopped onto her bed unceremoniously. The mattress was soft like a fluffy cloud, and I moaned at how much I wanted to relax into it and fall asleep. Nightmares of Michael and Jimmy had plagued me even after I spoke with Luca in the kitchen two nights ago. I watched Bekah on her mission to clothe me. She had pulled a small black carry-on bag from her closet and had begun to fill it with assorted clothing. I didn't miss that she tossed two extra Ace bandages in to the bag.

"Bekah, is that a Coach bag?" I asked, eyes wide.

"Don't worry about it, Blythe. I have tons of this stuff," she muttered as she continued to organize the folded clothing.

"But...but it's Coach. A bag that large has to cost a fortune!" I squealed. I crossed the room and began putting clothes into my empty backpack. "This will be fine, Bekah. I don't want to take your bag."

"Blythe, this one was only seven or eight hundred dollars. I have two more just like it."

She rolled her eyes, but I still stood with my jaw open. What would it be like to have so much money that giving away an eight hundred dollar bag would seem insignificant? Bekah smacked my hand as I started to place more stuff into my cheap backpack.

"Don't do that! Just go sit on the bed. You're taking the bag and that's final!" she growled.

I knew I wasn't going to win that battle, so I stomped back to her bed.

"Didn't anyone teach you to respect your elders?" I muttered, sinking once again into her downy mattress.

"For now, your twelve, so I'm the elder," she chuckled. She zipped the black bag that was now filled to capacity and grinned. Looking at me speculatively, she asked, "Are you sure you don't want me to sneak you something sexy out of Rachel's closet?" Her eyes twinkled with merriment. "You know...just in case?"

I felt my cheeks flush and threw her fuzzy pillow at her.

"No! I told you, nothing is going to happen!"

Her smile only grew wider. "Whatever you say, Blythe. Keep telling yourself that." She ran across the room and jumped onto the bed with me, suddenly filled with excitement.

"So, guess what I saw this morning?"

I knew she wanted to share a piece of juicy gossip, and I really wasn't very interested at the moment. My head was beginning to ache, and I kept thinking about whether I could squeeze a mid-morning nap into our agenda. Bekah looked at me expectantly, and I knew she was bursting with whatever news she wanted to share, so I feigned enthusiasm when I replied.

"What?" I grinned.

"When I went downstairs to get some juice, Luca was folding sheets and a blanket."

I stared at her, waiting for the gossip.

"In the living room," she continued.

Still I just stared, not connecting whatever subliminal message she was sending my way.