The Test of Time

58 ~ March

"What are you doing?" Becky asks, her eyes distrusting.

"Have a cocktail." I grin, sliding one across the desk to her. I managed to get my hands on some liquor from Brett's house so that I can attempt to tame my best friend. My heart is hammering in my chest at the thought of telling her I'm dating Brett. I've never been unsure about how Becky will react to anything until now, and suddenly I feel overwhelmed with nerves. Her brother and I only broke up five and a half weeks ago, and here I am, attempting to tell her that I've moved on with the guy who broke my heart in high school. Where's the logic?

"O-okay." She manages, analysing my expression, her eyebrows furrowed as she picks up the cup and takes a sip. "Thanks."

"So I've heard that there are loads of hot guys going to a party tonight." I ramble, "Want to go?"

"Alright." She answers, shrugging as she takes another drink. "What is..." She widens her eyes, "Wait! Are you genuinely wanting to turn into me?"

"No!" I exclaim and she smirks, lifting the glass to her lips once more. I wring my hands together in my lap, my clammy palms making me feel worse.

"Didn't think so." She chuckles, looking down at the cocktail. "It's not your style."

"Another cocktail?" I ask, quickly grabbing another plastic cup and pouring some more tropical juice into it as Becky raises an eyebrow once more.

"What are you doing?" She quizzes, "Why are you trying to sweeten me up?"

"Uh..."

"What have you done?" She accuses, taking another large gulp of the strawberry cocktail, effectively finishing it. Good. This girl needs about five more before I can tell her. Wait, why aren't I making myself some? That would make it easier to tell her.

"I..."

"Spit it out." She presses, placing the empty cup on the desk, "I told everyone it was me who threw up in Dean's pool to cover for you. I made sure Haydon didn't find out that you dropped his journalism trophy!" She continues as I place the new drink in front of her. "What about when we went for that bikini wax and you left halfway through..."

"Alright!" I cut her off, shooting her a glare. I don't need to remember this.

"The point is, you can't hide from me." She shrugs, lifting the new cocktail to her mouth.

"Okay." I nod, sitting up straighter. "So..." I trail off, "Okay..." I try again. Like a band aid Savannah, just do it! "Brett and I..."

"You're together?" She finishes for me and I shake my head.

"Well no... I don't know..."

"Have you forgotten what happened last time?" She asks, raising an eyebrow, "What he did to you?"

"Of course not!"

"Well it sure looks like it." She scoffs and I grimace. Here we go.

"It's been over a year."

"That makes it okay then." She replies sarcastically, slouching down onto my bed.

"Becs... he's been different." I try to explain, "You haven't been here..."

"You never though to mention this on the phone?" She grumbles, "I mean..." She shuts her eyes for a moment, "Brett Winters?" She shakes her head, "Really?"

"Leave him alone." I manage, glancing down at my jeans.

"Jesus Christ Savannah, do you hear yourself?" She chuckles lowly, "Dedicated member of the Brett Winters Fan Club?"