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Chapter 3-

Chapter 3- BV- Vanessa's POV

I can't meet his gaze. I can't. I honestly don't know what to do, and I don't want to tell. C. It's none of her business.

Well, I guess it kind of is since we're best friends, but I don't want to tell her right now. I'm not in the mood.

Beckett's been trying to get me alone all morning. It's ridiculous, and annoying.

He finally succeeded, and now he's got me stuck in an awkward position.

I sigh, trying not to look at his well-toned chest and broad shoulders. "Go away, Beckett." I mean it.

"Vanessa, please," he says pleadingly. "Give me a chance."

"I-I need time," I insist, backing up. My back hits the wall. Trapped.

His hand shoots out, reaching up to cup the side of my face.

It takes me by surprise. I freeze under his fingers, paling. I'm scared. I've heard of people who will back you into places and kiss you forcefully. I bite my lip.

The fear must've been evident on my face because Beckett's hand immediately dropped. Shaking his head, he steps back, gesturing for me to go.

Relief surges through me, and I give him a quick smile before taking my escape route. Running from him, I stop at the corner of the building. Carly's on the other side...she's going to want to know exactly why I was gone so long. I bite my lip again, hating myself for it. I told her I was going to be getting my pen from the studio because I left it there earlier. "Stupid Beckett," I mumble. Then I take a breath and walk casually to her, putting on my most convincing "nothing's wrong" face. I seat myself where my stuff is—across from me.

Carly looks up from her lunch. "What took you so long?" Her eyebrows start trying to escape her forehead as she does her best attempt of wiggling them suggestively. "Was it Beckett?"

My cheeks flush with red. "Carly!" I find the nearest throwable thing—which happens to be my empty lunch wrapper—and throw it at her.

It floats to the ground, not even close to where she's sitting.

C raises cocks an eyebrow. "Impressive, Vanessa."

"Oh, shut up," I say playfully, then chow down. Something tells me that she's taking note of my red cheeks, but I just purse my lips and ignore you.

"He's looking at you again," she says suddenly.

"Huh?" My head shoot up, mouth full. "Who?"

"You know who, silly."

I'm confused, and scrunch my nose. "Not really..."

Carly sighs. "It's Beckett, V! Who else?"

My eyes flash at her. "C! Keep your voice down!" It comes out angrily, and a bit of guilt gets to me for snapping at her, but I ignore it. A frown graces my face. "I don't like him! Not in that way," I hiss at her.

"Then what did he talk to you about?" My best friend glances at me accusingly. "It wasn't like you told me! I wouldn't be trying to come to my own conclusions if you would just tell me."

I feel my hands slam down onto the table, not thinking about it at all. Anger takes over, and I grab my stuff off the bench, taking it and storming out. I know I'm acting incredibly childish, but this is ridiculous! I can deal with things on my own, without her. Beckett and Carly need to just stay out of my life!

Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. Beckett gets up from the bench I'm going past, catching my arm. His hands curl into fists. "What's wrong?"

I turn on him, practically spitting in his face. "You're what's wrong, Bradstreet!" My voice gets louder. "If only you'd never come to Keaton!"

Hurt flashes across his face.

I don't care, not about him or any of the people staring at me in the clearing. I shoot them all my rarely used drop-dead dagger glare. I need to get out or here, like, now. I glance at Beckett.

He's steeled his expression, showing no hint of anything.

Good. Maybe he's gotten over that stupid crush of his.

I yank my arm from his grip. It's easier than it looks. Smarting, I speed walk from the clearing, no intentions of apologizing—ever.

"Va—"

I glance over my shoulder to see Beckett's arm clamped around her, his hand on her mouth. He leans in close to her, whispering something.

Carly nods in understanding, looking at me with a puzzled expression before twisting her arm from his grasp. She starts towards me.

I see her, and that's all I need before I decide it's my cue to leave.

Go away, C.

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