ATOMS (THE SOCIETY)

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T. SOCIETY  ACT I. SCENE 9
❝ BINGS AND BECKS ❞
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summer. 7:05 am , june 15
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ phoebe beckett

THE CEILING SWIRLED IN NAUSEATING CIRCLES as Phoebe's eyes slowly blinked open. She felt the room draw away from her as she sat up in one lethargic movement. She turned her head to the left and was surprised to see the room of another's. The living room. And as her eyes lazily glazed over the framed pictures on the mantel, the light amber colour of the wall and the old brown armchair by the corner of the room that she registered she was in the Pressman's home.

"Oh good. You're up." Gordie came into the frame of her sight  with a smile and a mug of steaming liquid in clasped in her hands. "Tea?"

"No, thanks." Phoebe answered. She felt the room spin again so she pressed a hand to her temple but it made no avail. "How long was I out? Is Allie okay?"

"Just under twenty-four hours. And yes she is. Her and Cassandra are with the rest of the girls at the church." Gordie answered and he grabbed an ice pack from the coffee table and handed it to the Beckett girl.

Phoebe accepted the ice pack with a small smile and pressed it to the side of her head and she relaxed at the cool touch. "Which girls?"

"All of the girls." Gordie replied with a small chuckle and took a seat on the couch.

Phoebe's brows furrowed. "What do you mean all of the girls?"

"Cassandra invited all of the girls in the town for a woman empowerment sort of talk." Gordie answered. "Because of the riots that happened last night."

Phoebe's eyes widened and she turned her whole body to face Gordie. "Riots? What happened? Did anybody get hurt?"

"Some of the guys raided a store. I heard some jocks got in a fight."

Jocks. Clark. "Oh, shit." Phoebe's heart quickened. She turned her head to the coffee table and rummaged around the splayed out magazines and the scattered first-aid objects, her hands desperately searching for her phone. She finally felt the cool touch of her iPhone screen.

"Are you okay Phoebe?" Gordie asked, concern evident in her tone.

"Just have to make a call." Phoebe said as she stood up hastily. The room seemed to have been swept under her feet and her knees buckled at the unexpected sensation. She felt her body drop back on the couch and Gordie gasped in response.

"Phoebe! Are you okay?!"

Phoebe shut her eyes tight and clamped a hand on her forehead. "Just really, really dizzy."

"Just make your call here. I'll get you some water." Gordie tapped her knee and stood up, leaving the lounge room all to herself.

Phoebe unlocked her phone and attempted to blink her dizziness away as she scrolled through her contacts and tapped on CLARK BEECHER.  She pressed the phone to her ear and pinched the bridge of her nose. 

"Hey." Clark's voice catalysed a rush of comfort through Phoebe and she felt herself smile then concern dawned over her features.

"Hey Clark, what happened last night? Are you-"

There was a laugh from the other end of the phone. "You've been pranked. This is voicemail boy! Leave a message." And the beeping tone commenced.

"Wow. What an idiot-- You are an idiot Clark Beecher." Phoebe mumbled. "Anyway, it's Phoebe. Call me back."