Beverly Hills: Season 3

Season 3 Episode 11: To Make You Want Me

  Cambridge sits behind his desk in his algebra class next to Rhyannon where them and the rest of the class are waiting for the bell to ring to dismiss them to lunch. Cambridge sends a quick text to Brooklyn, checking in on her day before slipping his phone back into his bag. Cambridge and Brooklyn have been seeing each other a lot more since he helped her through that weird addiction she had to running. He will always care for her and if helping her through a hard time like that one takes a little more effort than he expected, Cambridge doesn't mind at all. Just as long as she's okay.
   "So have you talked to Taylor at all since the breakup?" Rhyannon asks curiously as he twiddles his number 2 pencil between his ring covered fingers.
   "Why would I talk to her?" Cambridge asks over the chatter of the other students in the class. There's no reason he should go out of his way to talk to Taylor. She's a little bit of a monster and a lot of a psycho bitch. He's trying his best to get over the fact that she faked his pregnancy and lied to him for that long but it's a very slow process. He still hates her guts. "Unless I'd want to spit in her face."
   "That's a little rude, don't you think?" One of those super smart freshmen turn around to look at Cambridge. She has been sitting in front of him the entire year so far but doesn't speak much. Cambridge only knows that she used to have a thing with Emerson Crawford but that's just about it.
   "Are you talking to us?" Cambridge asks as if she shouldn't be.
   "Eavesdropping isn't nice, little one." Rhyannon gestures for her to turn back around.
   "Neither is talking about spitting on someone." The freshmen says as Cambridge stares at her to try to put a name to her face.
   "Elenor, that's your name." Cambridge points at her face.
   "Cambridge, that's yours." Elenor looks at him, quickly shooting up her eyebrows before looking away to put her book and binder back into her bag.
   "What was that look?" Cambridge wonders, trying his best to read her expression but she's a little solid.
   "Just because I probably need some holy water splashed on me after talking to you." Elenor replies. "Rumor has it, you're kind of a man whore."
   "This one isn't holding anything back." Rhyannon mumbles from his own seat.
   "That was like, two years ago." Cambridge blinks, slightly bothered that people in this school are still trying to make him out to be some sort of man slut. Is that even a thing? Sure he hooked up with a lot of girls in middle school but he hasn't slept around that much in high school. He was with Anna for a short period of time, got Brooklyn pregnant, had a thing with Dana, grew feelings for Tabby, and then dated Taylor. That's not TOO many girls...
   "You need Jesus." Elenor gets up from her seat just as the bell rings. The rest of the class rush out the door into the already chaotic hallway.
   Rhyannon bursts into laughter as Cambridge raises his eyebrows at Elenor's suggestion. "Jesus?"
   "I'm not some religious freak but I do go to a youth group that's held here at the school." Elenor digs through the front pocket of her bag before handing Cambridge a flyer- one that he has seen many times before around the halls. "You should come."
   "What makes you think I want to go to this?" Cambridge barely reads over the flyer in his hands.
   "You seem like you could use some guidance, honestly." Elenor looks him in the eye. "God is willing to drive you into the right direction."
   Cambridge watches Elenor walk away, listening to Rhyannon continue to laugh from next to him. Cambridge looks over the flyer again, telling himself that he doesn't need this weird youth group.
   "You coming, Cam?" Rhyannon asks as he heads for the door.
   "Yeah." Cambridge answers, crumpling up the flyer and tossing it into the trash.

   In their Shakespeare class, Anna and Brooklyn sit side by side as they work on their papers near the back of the classroom. Mr. Hane has completely given up on the class since no one chooses to participate so he has reached the point where he gives them the easiest assignments and they must complete them before class is over. Anna doesn't mind that style of teaching, especially for today. It gives her even more time to process what happened the other night with Ariel's dad. Paul kissing her still sends shivers up her spine, the type of shivers that don't go away even when she's taking a hot shower. She hasn't told Ariel about it though. That would just be weird. She wouldn't know what to do if Ariel came to her and said that her dad put the moves on her. She would be speechless.
   "Alright, I need to get something off my chest." Anna tells Brooklyn in a whisper. If she gets this off her chest, maybe she won't be so worried about it anymore.
   "Is this about me hanging out with Cambridge again?" Brooklyn pauses from scribbling in her notebook. "Anna, I told you, we're just friends-"
   "It's not about that." Anna shakes her head. "It's about meeting Ariel's parents the other night."
   "They hate you, don't they?" Brooklyn guesses.
   "No!" Anna squeaks, almost offended. "Why would they hate me?"
   Brooklyn shrugs her shoulders and continues to write. "My parents hated you when they first met you."
   Anna's lips part as she thinks back to when she went over to Brooklyn's house the very first time. They were in the second grade and were teamed up to take care of the class rabbit. How could Mr. and Mrs. Sabin hate her? She was in second grade. "How? I was so polite for my age."
   "You hogged the bunny." Brooklyn answers stubbornly. "And apparently you tried choking me when I took it from you."
   "Okay well that was like, nine years ago." Anna rolls her eyes and then straightens up. "Her dad doesn't hate me... at all."
   "Good." Brooklyn clearly doesn't see the problem.
   "I know that because he kissed me." Anna whispers so no one else can hear in the class, even though others are chatting to each other about their work.
   Brooklyn's jaw drops and she looks at her friend with her big brown eyes widened. "He did what?"
   "Sh." Anna puts her finger to her lips. "I don't know what to do about it."
   "Um, you knee him in his crotch if he does it again." Brooklyn states. "Does Ariel know?"
   'I haven't told her." Anna shakes her head and then thinks about it again, wondering if it's a good idea or not. Telling Ariel about Paul will send waves through their relationship forever. They'll probably never be same- in a way that Anna might not be ready for.
   "You need to." Brooklyn coaches.
   "Maybe it was a one time thing?" Anna guesses, trying to see the brighter side of things.
   "A one time thing?" Brooklyn repeats. "I doubt it."
   "Okay, I'll tell her." Anna taps her pen against her desk, wondering how much she and Ariel are about to change.