New Girl - By Paige Harbison Page 0,39
that became really hard as she looked up and saw that Johnny was dancing with that girl Susan.
Susan? Really? That poor ditz was only trying to be like Becca. Suddenly her mousy blond hair was up in a spunky ponytail just like Becca’s, and her glasses were gone, and her boobs were in a real bra instead of a sports bra. Oh, and she’d picked up smoking Camel Lights, just like Becca.
Becca stood quickly, momentarily losing her balance, and took two shots right in a row. They burned, and she looked to see what they were. Hundred-proof vodka.
Twenty minutes later, it was kicking her ass.
She spotted Johnny about twenty feet away, and ambled over to him.
“I think I had too much stuff,” she said.
“What did you have? You didn’t accept anything from Ricky, right?”
“No, no…I just had some shots of that.” She pointed indiscriminately. “I didn’t know it was hundred proof.”
She wanted to lean on him. To feel his arm around her, making her feel safe. From what, she didn’t know. But he always made her feel better.
“Johnny…Johnny.”
“Yeah?”
“We should be, you know, like…” She pointed between them. “Together or whatever.”
He looked at her, and she wanted to reach up and kiss him.
“We can’t.”
“Not ever? Not even if I break up? I mean with Max. If I break up with him, why couldn’t we be, then?” Those shots were tangling her tongue.
“Because that’s almost as bad as what we’re doing now.” His voice was low. “He’d never forgive me if he found out. So even if we were legit together, it would be wrong.”
The words sank in, and her eyes began to burn. She turned away, not wanting him to see her wipe her eyes. She found Max.
She stumbled up to him. “Dance with me?”
She pulled him into the group of people dancing, careful to stay within Johnny’s eyeshot. Becca grinded into Max’s leg, and ran her hands along his neck.
“I like you so much. I’m so glad we’re together.”
She kissed him, and then turned around so her back was on his chest and her hand still on his neck. Johnny looked at her and quickly turned away.
“We should go somewhere,” said Becca, tugging on Max’s collar. “I want you so bad right now.”
He hesitated, and then gave a nod. “Okay, let’s go.”
She pulled him down so she could talk into his ear. “Why don’t you go to the supply room and I’ll meet you there? It’ll be less obvious, and we won’t get interrupted.”
He shrugged. “Okay, whatever.”
She waited for him to go, and then tapped Susan on the shoulder. “Hey, Susie! Love your hair!”
“Thanks!”
“No problem.” Then she pulled Johnny toward her and said as quietly as she could so that he could hear, “Meet me in the supply room in three minutes.”
“What? Becca, no—”
She nodded and went off to meet Max.
“Mmm,” she said, when she closed the door behind her. “You look so sexy right now.”
“You, too. Come here.”
She had to make this fast, so everything would happen at just the right time. She pulled him close to her. “I want you now.”
He lifted her easily, and she leaned on one of the shelves. Only a minute later, they were in the throes of passion and Johnny walked in. Becca screamed and pulled Max closer.
“Whoa, sorry,” Johnny said, and then he closed the door. But not before giving Becca the look she’d been hoping for.
Jealousy.
“Are you going to the Halloween Ball?” Becca buffed her nails and idly made conversation with Dana.
Becca was not entirely sure how to feel about Dana. Ever since she’d been hanging out with her, Dana was getting attention. No one seemed to notice that it was entirely because of Becca, and that clearly that meant that she held all the power in the school. All they seemed to notice was Dana.
She was pretty, and lately she had more confidence. Becca knew better than anyone that this was a dynamic duo of traits. Dana was also pretty quiet, but had been sent here after some kind of weird bipolar flip out at a teacher at her old school. Becca had zoned out while Dana was telling her.
“Oh…no, I don’t have a date.”
“Do you want to go?”
“Maybe…I’ve never been.”
“Oh, that’s pathetic. You’ve been here since freshman year and you haven’t been?”
Dana shook her head.
“I’m going to get you a date.”
“No, I don’t want a pity date, really.”
“You’re already getting my pity. I’m just going to ask Johnny if he wants to take you.”
That would only make Becca look