New Girl - By Paige Harbison Page 0,70
wasn’t as effective as she would have liked. She had ignored Max so far, even though she had felt his gaze on her more than once.
“Hey, Becks!” Johnny shouted to her from across the boathouse.
Her heart skipped when she saw him smile at her.
“What?” She sipped through her straw and looked at him through the crowd of girls surrounding her. They always flocked to her. She loved it.
“Wanna be my partner?”
He was standing by the beer pong table she’d thought to throw together on her first night at Manderley, constructed out of wood and cinder blocks.
She shrugged. “Fine.”
Becca walked over to Johnny and the table, glancing at Max. He was talking to Cameron, and Blake was staring right at her. Becca narrowed her eyes. Blake smiled back.
Bitch. If it wasn’t for Becca, she might not have Cam. How dare she be so obnoxious.
The other team took the first shot. One miss. Two misses. Becca could still feel Blake’s eyes on her.
“Ladies first.” Johnny handed her a ball.
She tossed it at the triangle of red Solo cups. It bounced off a rim and into the water. She’d played enough that she should be good.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Blake shake her head and interrupt Cam and Max’s conversation. Becca wished she could hear it.
Johnny took his shot, and made it, too. “Ha! That’s both, we go again.”
Blake finished what she was telling Max, and he looked at her.
“It’s your shot, babe.”
Becca took the ball. Max walked toward her.
“Let me talk to you for a second,” he said, walking right past Becca, and out the door.
She rolled her eyes. “Here—um, Susan, come play for me.”
The next second, she was out the door.
Max jumped in, without preamble. “Do you have a thing with Johnny?”
She stood, feeling shocked. No words came to her.
“Just fucking tell me, Becca. I do not have any patience right now for this.”
“Wow, you are so untrusting it’s unbelievable.”
“If you are? If you’ve been hooking up with my best friend all along, I just need to know.”
She smiled. “Let me guess, Blake told you that?”
His expression told her she was right.
“Okay, well, you know what? That’s because Cam has been coming on to me since day one.” She held up a finger.
“Oh, shut up, that’s not true.”
“I don’t care if you believe me. It’s just the explanation. If you want to feel like your best friend and I have been lying to you, then fine. Makes no difference to me.”
And she went back inside. Max never followed. She marched up to Dana. She wanted to be around someone she knew liked her.
An hour later, Becca was buckled over with her hand on her knees. She could see her breath in the air. “That was so…funny!”
Dana was laughing, too. “Not that funny, just…” She fell into giggles.
They walked down to the dock. “If you fall,” said Becca, “I’m going to freak out. I can’t swim, and so I can’t save you.”
Dana waved her hand. “I’ll be fine.” But then she stumbled, almost doing exactly what they were afraid of. Becca caught her by the shoulder.
“Oh, my God, see? You almost died!”
They got to the end, still laughing, and sat to dangle their feet over the edge.
“I’m…so drunk.” Dana took a swig of Coke.
“I’m not drunk enough,” Becca responded with a sip of her bottle, which was filled with rum. “I can tell because I’m cold.”
They laughed, and then fell silent.
“So,” said Becca, “tell me a secret.” She loved saying this to people. They almost always had something to tell her.
Dana squinted out into the darkness, her face lit only by the safety lights at the end of the dock. She sighed and closed her eyes. “I’m in love with Johnny Parker.”
Becca froze, her smile falling, and then took a burning gulp of the rum. “Really.”
Dana nodded, swaying a little in her drunken dizziness. “He’s…strong and…I don’t know, I guess I feel safe around him.” She laughed and looked down at her knees. “It’s probably stupid.”
“N-no, it’s not.” It wasn’t stupid at all. Becca had thought the same thing.
“I haven’t really ever…liked a guy like I like him. I’ve… It’s been since I got here. Ninth grade. That’s when I first had a crush on him.” She looked to Becca. “And you know, I don’t think I ever would have really talked to him if it wasn’t for you. You kept throwing us together. It wasn’t on purpose?”
“No.”
She nodded. “I thought it was just psychic of—” she hiccupped