If only you knew (All Time Low fanfiction)

-10; Poppin' champagne-

Zack

I rolled over, and walked into school to see Jack and Tara sucking faces. I choked on the gum I was chewing.

"W-When did this happen?" I asked. They pulled apart blushing.

"Don't tell Becky about it though, she'll flip. Please Zack." Tara pleaded. I nodded and I heared sneakers squeak behind me.

"Tara, what are you doing with... These." She said, popping the gum inbetween her pink lips. A group of cheerleaders.

"Wait, why would we wan't her on our team?" The blonde one laughed. "Look at her. Gross." Becky tensed slightly, looking at her feet.

"C'mon girls." She clicked and turned, the small cheerleader skirt she was wearing, lifting. I averted my eyes before I had to go the bathroom.

"Oh, by the way Zack." The one who linked with Becky froze, turning to me.

"You're now a Jock." Becky smirked, winking and walking off.

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I sat in the stands of the game that happened a week after Becky became one of them.. We tried getting her back, but nothing worked.

"Now to warm the crowd up here is the cheerleaders for the home side!" The guy with the microphone yelled. The girls walked out. Becky looked like she didn't fit in at all. They started the routine and danced and flipped, getting whoops from the stands. I sighed, I have a feeling we have lost her..

During the game, Becky looked up at me from the lower stand, saw me looking and looked back down again. I smiled to myself and the horn went off for end game. I walked down to where the gaggle of cheerleaders were sat, they all turned to me, except Becky who was busy talking to the blonde one.

"Becky." The girl, I think Jessica said. She looked up at her, and the girl pointed to me. Becky followed the girls finger and her eyes met mine. She stood up, brushing off her skirt.

"Zack... What do you want?" She asked while picking up her stuff.

"I need to speak to you." I replied, shoving my hands in my pockets.

"Go on then, we're listening." She looked up at me.

"No, I did say, I need to speak to you which means that I want to speak to you and no one else."

"Ugh, fine." She sighed and lead me to a place within the area of the sports thingy. "What is it?" She asked, grabbing a towel from her bag and walking to the showers. That's when I realised I was in the changing rooms.

"Listen, I don't know what's made yo-"

"Put these in my bag for me?" She asked, her head popping up from the shower wall.

"Okay, but Becky, I don't know what's made you like... This." I started, putting her stuff in her bag. "It could be Al-"

"Don't say her name." Becky warned with a wobbly voice, but sounded stern.

"Now I know what's making you like this, please let me help you." I whispered, the shower stopped running, and she walked out, towel around her head, and one of the shirts she used to wear, along with shorts and sneakers.

"You can't help Zack. You can't bring her back to life." She whispered sitting on the bench.

"But I can be here for you, because that's what you need, someone there for you." I whispered, sitting beside her, watching her as she applied minimal makeup.

"Zack. She's gone. I can't just sit here waiting for a replacement. Tara doesn't talk to me anymore, I never see you or your little gang anymore... So I placed myself somewhere where I am cared about... Even if its fake."

"Becky, I don't think your getting the right message." I paused watching her as she watched me, tears in her eyes. "I care for you, and this 'care' isn't fake."