There I was in a bathroom at a party crying my eyes out. Wait, let's rewind this. It all started at lunch when I was sitting at the table with my loving boyfriend, and my three amazing best friends. Or so I thought. "So Becca," one of my friends Lia said. "Mall with me, Tori, and Katie?" I looked over sadly at Christopher and then looked down at my shoes. "Can't.." I replied. "I have to study." Lia rolled her eyes. "Of course." I looked up at her. "Well it's not my fault that I don't want to f-" I looked past her for a second and saw my old friend Erin. Erin and I used to be so close last year, until she just sort of drifted away and changed. Ever since, we haven't spoke. I saw that she was adjusting her nose ring and trying to get something out of her bag. She pulled out black lipstick. Just as she was about to put it on, she looked up and stared at me blankly. I quickly looked away and looked back over at Lia. I realized she's been trying to get my attention. "Becca!" She yelled. I gasped. "What?" "You said it's not your fault that you don't want to?" "Oh.. I don't want to fail." She shook her head and laughed a little. You're such a goody goody. I got a bit embarrassed, considering she just said that in front of my boyfriend. I looked up at Katie frustrated. She was always the one that stuck up for me when Lia called me names. She didn't even look like she was noticing what was going on. "Katie!" I shouted. She jumped then looked up at me. "What?" I gestured towards Lia, that I noticed was smiling at Christopher. I looked over at him and saw that he was smiling back at her. "She just called me a goody goody!" Katie looked at me sympathetically and shrugged. "Well I mean you are always doing the right thing.." She looked over at Lia. "And plus I mean.. It's not necessarily a bad thing.." Lia smirked at me. "Yeah, Becca. Be happy you're a nice, polite, good girl." This statement made me angry. "I am not! I can be bad!" "Woah woah," Christopher touched my shoulder. "Calm down, ba-" "No!" I cut him off. "How about this." I said. "I'll make you a bet. If I can be bad for two weeks, I get $100. But if I can't, I owe you $100." This made Lia smile her widest smile ever. She loved money. "Okay, if you don't mind losing.
