Becca

The Brett Wells kissed me.

Students got it on video and the entire school would know in a matter of minutes.

Oh God.

The immediate regret I felt began to subside as I saw the look on Jenny's face. I had never seen someone look so pissed off in my entire life.

Her face, neck, arms and hands were red. If looks could kill, I would surely be dead. Her chest was rising rapidly as she took quick, shallow breaths in an attempt to calm herself down. It wasn't working.

This was amazing. Was it wrong for me to feel this way?

Screw it, she deserved this.

I looked over at Brett who was standing beside me, his arm around my waist, smugly. If it wasn't for his arm there, I probably would have collapsed. His smile lit up his face and he looked happy, like he was loving every minute of this. He glanced at me sideways and winked before he leaned in and kissed my cheek, the rough stubble on his jaw tickled my face as our skin touched.

He leaned back and shifted his eyes to Jenny, clearing his throat.

"Would you like us to have sex right here as well, or is a kiss enough for you, Jen?"

My mouth dropped open as soon as those words came out of his mouth. I shoved my hands into my pockets and bit my lip, suddenly very self-conscious and aware of the boy with his arm around my waist.

"Ugh!" Jenny reached out as if about to slap me, then brought her hand back quickly and stormed off with Izzy trailing behind her.

The crowd around us began to disperse but I didn't miss the look of complete awe on every student's face. I'm pretty sure mine resembled something quite similar.

I peeked up at Brett who let out a booming laugh.

He was watching me with an amused expression on his face. His eyebrows were drawn upwards and his eyes friendly, a smirk curving up the sides of his mouth. A golden lock of hair fell forwards and covered his eye. He immediately reached up and brushed it back.

I'm glad he did. I had a weird urge to reach up and do it for him and probably would have.

What the hell is wrong with me?

"So," he licked his lips as he studied my every move. Was he waiting for me to say something? I've been silent this entire time and he was watching me oddly.

"Uhm," I coughed, awkwardly averting my eyes from his gaze.

He laughed again and leaned back on the locker, running his hands through his now messy hair.

"Cat got your tongue? A subtle thank you would suffice."

I could feel my wits coming back as the anger boiled its way up inside me.

"Thank you?" I sneered. "I never asked you to do that. I could have handled myself."

Crossing my arms tightly over my chest, I stared him down. God, he was gorgeous.

"Woah," he lifted his arms up defensively, his palms facing me. "I was just teasing. Becca, is it?"

I nodded. Why would he want to help me?

"Jenny sucks, that's why. I couldn't stand back and let her do that to you."

Had I said that out loud? Dammit.

He winked again. What was it with him and winking?

"Are you alright? Becca?"

I shook my head to clear my thoughts.

"I'm fine, thanks. I should go..."

I fumbled for my bag and threw it over my shoulder, suddenly desperate to get as far from this school as possible. The gossip is going to start flying and I didn't want to be here when all hell broke loose.

"Thanks for ... that," I managed to get out, fumbling over my own words. I gave Brett a lame wave and began to walk away.

"Anytime, girlfriend."

Wink.

I nearly tripped as I walked away, moving my legs the fastest they would allow.

As I pushed open the door to the staircase, I could still hear his laughter.

Girlfriend.

Oh boy.

* * *

One bus ride later and I had arrived at the house of my best friend: Cassie.

Highschool wasn't the same without her. Being a year older, she had already graduated and left me to suffer the depths of hell alone. If only she was there today...she's never going to believe what I'm about to tell her.

"HE WHAT?!" Her green eyes nearly popped out of her head in surprise when I told her what happened.

I shrugged, "I have no idea, Cass. I'm just as shocked as you are."

I was sitting on her turquoise polka-dot bed while she stood in front of me, pacing back and forth as she took in every single detail. Her straight, chestnut brown hair, once in a tidy ponytail, was now falling down her shoulders from the amount of times she raked her fingers through it in suspense.

She demanded I tell her every single detail of what happened, so I did. What were best friends for?

"I can't believe you kissed the Brett Wells," I rolled my eyes at the shock in her voice, slightly offended by how hard of a time she was having believing me.

Cassie and I were complete opposites, yet we managed to get along perfectly. We had been friends since we were kids and grew up together. Ever since, we had been inseparable. She was loud and bubbly, always speaking her mind and not afraid to tell you exactly what she's thinking. I, on the other hand, was more reserved. I went out of my way to blend in, whereas Cassie went out of her way to stand out.

Suddenly she stopped pacing and stared at me directly. "Was he a good kisser?"

"Stop!" I giggled uncontrollably at how serious she was. Then I blushed when the answer came to mind: Yes.

"I seriously wish I was you right now. That boy is drop dead gorgeous, Becca! Plus, he hates Jenny too and was practically your knight-in-shining-armour? Please marry him or I will."  She threw herself onto the bed wistfully with her arms outstretched. I rolled my eyes. So dramatic.

Cassie was the only person I could tell everything to; every single thing I was feeling, she was the only one I could confide him.

"I don't know, Cass..." I chewed on my lip as I tried to sort through my feelings. She propped herself up on her elbow, facing me with her chin resting in her palm. I took a deep breath.

"He was just helping me out, right? It's not like it meant anything..." I let out a breath in frustration, got up and marched towards the full-body mirror in the corner of the room.

Staring at myself, I tried to see what Brett would see in me.

My blond hair was tied up lazily in a boring bun and my blue eyes seemed too big for my face. Big, pink lips jutted out from under my round nose and I became aware of how swollen they are. Then I remembered how Brett kissed and bit them...they started to tingle. I glanced down at my body, I was short and fairly skinny. Even when standing beside Brett, he was a solid head taller than me, probably more.

I stared lamely at my boring jean jacket over my uniform blouse, red plaid skirt and fishnet stockings.

"What in the world are you doing?"

Cassie's voice broke me out of my trance and brought my attention back to her.

"Trying to see myself in Brett's eyes," I responded, smoothing out the lines in my skirt.

"An impossible task," was all she said as she watched me, analyzing my every move.

I cast my eyes downwards, unable to meet her gaze. "Why would he kiss me, Cass? Look at me. I'm ordinary. He's Brett freaking Wells."

She shrugged. "He was just trying to help you, girl. You're over-thinking this."

She was right, I knew it. But I always over-thought everything. Were we supposed to pretend to be dating now? Would I have to eat lunch with him? Would he come clean and tell the entire school it was a joke?  Would -

My phone buzzed and interrupted my self-loathing.

"Who is it?" Cassie chimed in, laying on her back and flipping through a magazine.

All that appeared on my phone screen was a number, no name.

I entered my passcode and swiped, suddenly nervous to see who this mystery number belonged to.

Unknown: Hey, it's your boyfriend. I was thinking I could give you a ride to school tomorrow?

I nearly dropped my phone as I read the message. Then read it again. Then again - just to make sure it was real.

"It's Brett." I said in awe. Cassie squealed and leaped off the bed, running to my side and taking the phone from my hand.

"OH MY GOSH!" She shrieked and began to run around the room, singing some corny song about Brett and I...having babies? I burst out laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation.

"Will you give me my phone back? I need to respond!" How the hell did he get my number?

Reluctantly, Cassie handed me my phone back and peered over my shoulder, staring longingly at the device.

Play it cool, Becca. I quickly added his number into my contacts before responding.

Brett, hey. How did you get my number?

*beep*

Brett: I'm your boyfriend, why wouldn't I have your number?

*beep*

Brett: Kidding, I got it from someone. I wanted to ask you something.

I typed back hesitantly. He went through the trouble of actually getting my number? I smiled.

Okay, what is it?

*beep*

Brett: How do you usually get to school?

That's what he wanted to ask? I had no idea where this conversation was heading, but I was oddly enjoying it.

Fine, I was loving it. I was smiling like an idiot.

I walk to school...?

I could picture the uneven smile on his lips while he texted him, his hair falling into his eyes as his head was facing downwards, angled towards his phone. I giggled just thinking about it.

*beep*

Brett: See, I can't have my girlfriend walking to school everyday. What kind of boyfriend would I be? So I'll pick you up tomorrow. Address?

Cassie screamed in delight over my shoulder, clapping her hands enthusiastically.

You don't need to do that, Brett. I don't mind the walk.

*beep*

Brett: Address? I won't stop until you send it.

I began typing back a response but was interrupted by his constant texting.

*beep*

Brett: Address?

*beep*

Brett: Address?

*beep*

Brett: Address?

"Fine!" I giggled, before realizing he couldn't actually hear me. I was feeling giddy, what was he doing to me?

I typed in my address and hit send, throwing my phone onto the bed and turning to stare at Cassie.

Her green eyes were wide and a huge grin covered her face as she stared at me, one hand covering her mouth in excitement.

"Cass..." I whispered, darting my eyes to the phone laying on her bed. "What just happened?"

She placed her hands on my shoulders and stared at me, suddenly very serious. "Becca, don't freak out."

I took deep breaths to stop my heart from beating so fast. 

"I think..." She started, then stopped as her face broke into a huge grin. "I think you're dating Brett freaking Wells!"

She shook me violently and I couldn't help it, I smiled. She threw her head back in laughter and I joined in.

I found myself wondering what kind of mess I had gotten tangled into.

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