Yours Musically

3. Defining Moment

Chapter Three - Defining Moment

I hate him.

I hate him.

I hate him.

Just the thought of him was enough for my brain to produce a string of nasty curses.

"Asshole!" I said under my breath as I dampened a few tissues under the faucet to easily get rid of the coffee stickiness on my stomach. I'd lost count of the many, many not so pleasant names I'd called him since I'd left the coffeeshop.

"You've got a burn," Cheryl said while passing me the extra t-shirt she thankfully had in her locker for emergencies.

"Yeah, but I'm glad I'm not the only one."

Meera shook her head at me through the mirror. She was currently propped against the bathroom wall, her arms crossed over her chest.

"You can do better, Chris," I mocked Matt. "He made it sound like something's wrong with me. Now, I don't care what Chris or anyone else thinks of me. It's just Sean. What if Matt spreads false rumours about me and I become the football team's inside joke and Sean never dates me?"

"His loss." Cheryl shrugged, giving my shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "He doesn't deserve you if he loses interest over stupid rumours anyway."

Meera pointed finger guns at her. "Exactly! But there's just a teensy bit of hurdle there; he's got to take an interest before he can lose it."

"I have a resolution," I reminded her.

"And?"

Well, right. And what? Just having a resolution was going to magically fulfil it? If that were the case, resolutions wouldn't have such a bad reputation.

"And an upcoming introduction." I smiled.

"And that brings me to the end of our story, Cheryl..." she continued, turning her head towards Cheryl. "...then Sean stepped out of the bathroom and our Becks here, who was seconds away from biting off her enemy's head, did a complete 180 and stormed out of that place like a scaredy cat."

Cheryl's lips twisted in disappointment. "What the hell, Becks?"

"What else was I supposed to do?"

"I don't know? Maybe land a few punches on that unbelievably flawless face."

I deadpanned. "I should call Mack and let him hear about this."

She gave me a sly grin. "I'm just being honest, okay? He doesn't look bad."

"Cheryl, you're my friend. You're not supposed to praise my enemy's looks right after I've just had a crappy run-in with him, no matter how..." I paused, unable to use that word for him without cringing. "...hot you find him."

"It's not just me. The other day, Meera totally agreed."

I flipped around to my best friend to confirm her betrayal. Meera's jaw had dropped as she looked between me and Cheryl. She appeared to be coming up with something for damage control but realized it was too late and finally sighed.

"I only said he's okay."

I gasped.

"But after what happened today, I take it back. He's an asshole. Becks! Becks! Listen to me." Her eyes went wide as I started to unzip my backpack. "I'm sorry, okay? Please!"

"Too late." I pulled out my crackers and shoved all remaining four in my mouth at once. We were supposed to share that.

She could cry right there as she watched me aim the wrapper in the bin before her head snapped to Cheryl. "Look what you've done."