Frequencies [UNDER HEAVY EDITING]

March 12th - Under editing

"Becca!"

Someone called out my name as I slammed my locker shut. I turned to see Luke leaning to the row of lockers next to me, a smirk on his face, his bag at his feet. "Hey dumbass, what's up?" Honestly, I meant that nickname in the most loving way.

Luke rolled his eyes about it as if he hadn't given me a stupid nickname too and replied, "I'm bored. Wanna hang out?"

Hanging out, that's what we've been doing lately. It honestly just meant being on the couch in one of our houses, eating junk and watching the stupidest horror movies Netflix has to offer. And when we were at my house, we'd sometimes walk around the block to the bar that was situated there, which usually just ended up in one of us getting drunk off their asses and do stupid things. But it was fun.

"Singsong are you there?" To talk about stupid nicknames. "Earth to Becky," Luke snapped his fingers in front of my face to get an answer. "Look, I know I'm hot and such, but there's no need to get lost in it. I'm all yours sugar."

I glared at him and slapped his stomach. "Eww, gross. I wasn't thinking about that thank you very much, and to come back to your question, no I can't, I'm sorry but I'm going out tonight."

Luke's eyebrows rose about an inch "Out? On a Wednesday, a school night?"

"Since when did you see me care about school?" I chuckled lightly, "But since you're so bored apparently, fancy joining me to an underground fight tonight? My treat." My voice went down to almost a whisper because no one of course was allowed to hear this. Underground fights were highly illegal and so you only came in if you knew people. Lucky for Luke, I was one of those people. I could see the excitement fill his eyes instantly and a boyish grin made way across his face.

"Hell yeah. It's been way too long since I've been to one of those." It didn't surprise me that he'd been to one before, especially since we were pretty much the same if were were talking in badass experiences and I had been to tons of them. I probably would've found it weirder if he'd said he'd never been to one.

"Good, be at my house at seven, we're walking."

***

I picked up my jacket in the living room and yelled to Sophine, "Soph, I'm heading out soon to one of Andre's underground fights." My sister knew about the fights, but I knew she absolutely detested violence and so I'd never taken her. Also for other reasons, but mostly that.

"Alright Becca." She walked out of the hallway, smoothening out the striking, mid-thigh purple dress she was wearing. She looked gorgeous and I was suddenly filled with a sense of pride for her.

I smiled softly. "Out on a date with Jake?"

She nodded shyly. "You aren't going to forbid me to go, are you?" There was doubt in her voice and so I chuckled loudly.

"Hell no, you need to have some fun Soph. Just be home before I am okay?"

Relief filled her eyes and I wondered where she'd get the idea from that I would forbid her to go. "Alright then, you have fun with Luke." There was a glint of a familiar hope in her eyes that I knew all too well.

I cocked an eyebrow at her. "How did you know I am going to take him with me to the fight?" How could she possibly know?

She rolled her eyes. "It was a lucky guess since you two do one hell of a lot together lately, but you just confirmed my suspicions."

I noticed the sleek black motorcycle rolling up our driveway and opened the front door, looking back at her over my shoulder. "Anyways, have fun with Jake, keep it safe and for the last time, Soph, keep it out of your head because there is no need for matchmaking. I do not like Luke." Sophine had the tendency to try to be cupid whenever there was a boy in my social group. She'd tried it with both Paul and James and even Andre, who she had never met, had fallen victim to her attempts.