"So, tell me..." Becca said after finishing her first slice of pizza. She swallowed the last bite and looked me in the eyes. I was finishing my second slice.
"The accent. I'm guessing you're from England, right?" she asked with a smirk.
"Yep, I was born and raised in London. We moved to the states when I was 13, because my dad got offered a good job here" I explained.
"What does your dad work with?" she asked and began her second slice of pizza.
"He got offered a job to work at a really big law firm, and now he owns it. My mom works for the same firm too" I looked into her brown eyes while speaking, it felt both intimidating and comfortable at the same time.
"So, are you going to work there too some day?" she asked.
"Yeah" I answered with a sigh.
I tried to seem happy about it, but I was the exact opposite. The pressure from my parents to become a lawyer like them was killing me inside, but I had to make them proud, they had raised me to do so. I looked over at Becca and saw she was still looking at me. For a moment I felt completely vulnerable, like with that simple answer she had glimpsed into my heart and knew exactly how I was feeling, but she didn't say anything. She simply picked up another slice of pizza and began eating.
"What about you? Have you always lived in Columbus?" I asked, directing the attention onto her. I wanted to know stuff about her too.
"I was born in Cincinnati but moved here with my dad when I was six, so I've lived here most of my life" she said.
She didn't mention her mom, and by the fact that she often saw her dad making out with random women I guessed she didn't have one. I almost asked about it, but I decided not to.
"Why did you transfer schools? I mean since none of the rumors are true I'm guessing something else happened?" I asked. Becca shifted in her seat, I could see I had hit a sensitive subject.
"I got bullied a lot. More than I do here at this school" Becca said and paused.
"I was used to being called names as soon as I walked in the door, sometimes they threw stuff at me or shoved me into lockers. At least they don't do that here. They just make up rumors about me, and I can handle that"
"I'm so sorry about that" I said, and I felt a little guilty for asking.
"It's okay. I'm okay now" she said and gave me a smile that was not so convincing.
"Have you always painted?" I changed the subject.
"As long as I can remember. It's what I love most doing" she said, her eyes showing a glow of happiness that made me smile.
"Do you have any hobbies? Something you like to do?" she asked leaning back in her chair.
"I don't know..." I said pausing. My mind went blank.
"When I was younger I used to love taking pictures" I said. It was the best I could think of.
"Really? That's awesome. Photography is such a beautiful artform. Why don't you do that anymore?" she asked me with excitement in her voice.
"I don't know, I guess I've just been busy in school" I answered.
"Maybe you should start doing it again" Becca said and leaned her elbows on the table.
"Maybe" I answered taking a bite of the last slice of pizza.
"We all need something to distract us from the pain of real life" she said while taking a drink of her soda.
Becca had a habit of saying things that made want to ask her a million questions.
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