Becca's Moments

Chapter Four

The next day I stumbled out of bed and headed to the bathroom, wincing at a dull ache in my skull. On the way, I stepped on something hard that made me shriek. When I looked down I saw Andre's Nintendo console on the floor. Gritting my teeth, I went to his room to give him a piece of my mind.

He was still fast asleep, his jaw hung open as he snored loudly. I looked around his room for a weapon, then grabbed one of his Marvel figurines off the desk and dashed it at his head.

Andre quickly sat up. "Argh! What's wrong with you?" He glared at me and I scowled in return.

"Now we're even. Don't leave your stupid games on the floor."

He rubbed his forward and kissed his teeth. "I left it to charge."

"You have sockets in here, don't give me that crap. Anyway, get up, you've got school soon."

He cursed under his breath as I left his room.

***

I walked into college more tired than ever. If it were up to me, I'd bunk and sleep in for a few more hours, but attendance in school mattered. Plus, I had a group project to deal with. I met up with Brooklyn and we went to media class. We sat at our usual seats and I plonked my books on the table.

"I can't believe I have work after this," I grumbled.

"Be happy you've even got a job," Brooklyn teased. She grabbed her exercise book and flipped it open to a fresh page. As she wrote the date, I saw a smile curl on her lips. "Speaking of work, you still haven't told me about this Kayden guy."

The name alone made me flinch. It reminded me of our phone call last night and how sexy he sounded. Being stuck working with him was torture. "There's nothing else to say. He's annoying."

Brooklyn laughed. "He sounds funny. You two are gonna be best friends. Remember I said that."

"Don't push it."

"God didn't make you bump into him for nothing."

"I'm sure this was less about God and more about me being clumsy."

"We'll see."

I angrily drew a table on my sheet. "Anyway, we've got our plan and storyboard. We need to make sure we borrow the cameras and tripod today so that we can get some filming done over the weekend."

Brooklyn nodded in agreement. "We need at least three people to act for us."

Our project was to produce a short film. It could be about anything of our choice, as long as it followed Todorov's narrative theory: an equilibrium, disequilibrium, recognition, and so on. The film had to be no longer than five minutes with minimal actors. We decided on a short horror story. It was easy to execute and could be open for interpretation. I was lucky to have Brooklyn in my group, as she was good at her craft. The third person, however, was missing. Some idiot called John. He was never around for group work, so we practically carried the project. I was going to make sure he didn't get any points from this if he wasn't even around to make the effort.

"We need Chris," I concluded.

Brooklyn's eyes lit up. "Yeah, he's good at acting." She checked the clock on the wall. "He might be in English Lit. Should we ask him now?"

"Yeah, why not? I need to go to the toilet, anyway."

She nodded and got to work on the outline. It amazed me how quickly Brooklyn's hand flew over the pages. I left her to it and excused myself from the class. After using the toilet, I made a quick detour to Chris' classroom. I looked through the glass in the door and spotted Chris to the left texting on his phone. I reached for my phone in my pocket and dropped him a quick message.