A/N- I fixed it.
Everything was actualy going well. Imogen and I were doing okay, which was massively surprising since what happened this summer, and even prior, back when I deemed homosexuality an uncurable disease. Then this beautiful, outed lesbian girl struts into the picture, with the name to match.
"Anybody have room in their group for... Jaqueline?" my teacher stutters out.
"It's Jack."
"Anybody have room for Jack?" the teacher restates. An obviously infatuated Imogen raises her hand quickly. "Thank you Miss Moreno. Jack, you will be working with Imogen and Becky." I feel the sexual tension rising as Mr. Hudson explains our assignment to the new girl. I excuse myself to the restroom, before running down the hall and splashing some water in my face. I stand in the washroom leaning on the counter, stopping myself from letting go. I can't lose her like I lost Adam, not like I lost Luke, not like this. I can't lose Imogen to a new lesbian chick. I just can't. The problem is, this whole thing is scaring the shit out of me. I'm not supposed to like Imo anyway. I mean, she kissed my boyfriend the night of his death and refuses to show an ounce of emotion, though it is obvious she loved him. Prior to that, she was one of the most intense supporters of Romeo and Jules, the play that should've been ruled illegal. Not only that, but she's a girl who likes girls. Isn't that bad enough?
Of course not. I have to find myself falling in love with her a mile a minute down Niagra Falls, with no coming up for air, drowning in my affections at even the slightest glance of her. "Becky?" I hear a voice say from the door. It's Clare. I continue to face the mirror. "You ok?"
"It hurts like hell," I reply vaguely. "Every single freaking second of it, it feels like I'm walking on knifes."
She walks over and hugs me as I cry into her shoulder. "It'll all work out, and if it doesn't, you can only blame God, because he made it happen this way."
"It feels like I'm losing everything, Clare. I lost Adam, I lost Luke, and now I'm going to lose Imogen. Why do I always do this, care about people, then, bon-voy-fucking-age they're gone."
"Slow down. Imogen, I'm pretty sure, is still very much alive," she says smiling and chuckling.
"But so is this new lesbian girl, Jack, that Imo seems a bit too eager to get to know."
"You... You like Imogen?"
"Is it bad to say I have no clue?"
"Not at all."
"But what do I do to know if I like her?"
"Becky, it's a friday night. Drew's having a pre-dance party. The dance is tomorrow."
"You aren't saying that I should-"
"Yes I am. Invite her tonight and ask her. Get your girl. I know you have a chance, if this Jack girl is really as much of an asshole as I've heard, you should be good."
Jack is incredible. All the same interests, same music, and she like Machiattos. Like, seriously? This girl is my clone, expensive coffee and all. Which is exactly why I said no when she asked me to the semi-formal. We're too similar to date. That's why I love Becky. We're so different that we'll never run out of things to love about each other.
The latter walked back into class looking... refreshed, to say the least. God almighty, she was glowing. She came and grabbed her bag, and as the bell rang, grabbed my hand and pulled me over to my locker. "Listen, a little birdy, specifically named Clare, told me about this pre-semiformal party that Drew was having, and... I was wondering if you'd like to be my +1?"
"Um... I would love to, but I'm with my dad tonight... Raincheck?"
Her smile began to falter, the color in her cheeks rushed away as it was being pumped by the gallon into the atlantic. She turned away and just kept walking, leaving me wondering why the fuck I didn't try to stop her. So I did. I ran as far as my short-in-comparison legs could carry me to her. "Becky, what the hell?" I asked, annoyed and paranoid at the same time. 'What did I do wrong?' I thought to myself.
"If you wanted to spend tonight with Jack you could've just told me. I would've been upset, but it's better than me thinking I'm going to lose you too!"
"Are you fucking kidding me, Rebecca Baker? I just met Jack! Do you think I'm some sort of lesbiwhore or something? Because if that's the case, I'd be grateful to say that I can't go to the party with you! I'm with my dad, my dad with dementia, that I see less and less of for the reason that he's already started to forget who I am!" I yell.
She ran again. This time I didn't chase her.
This time I was clueless, lost. I was screwed over.
I wasn't planning on attending the party. I had thought about it, maybe letting it take my mind off of things, but I eventually decided against. That is, until I got a text.
From Immy: Becs, it's Imo. I'm giving you ten minutes to get ready for this party before I'm at the front door. My dad's caretaker said that... Well I'll explain later. Be ready.
The game changer has been put into play. As I was changing my shirt into something a little more party-appropriate, there was a knock on my door. "What, Mom?" I yelled, before Imogen walked in.
"Hola," she says grinning.
"Sorry that I wasn't ready in time," I apologize, when really, I know I have more important things to be apologizing for. I hope she hears it in my voice.
"I'm sorry I was a bitch earlier." Why is she apologizing? She was fine, I was the skank-ass. I ran off, twice for that matter. I grip her in the warmest, most loving hug ever. I just hope she sees it that way. I mean, I am topless, but, besides that, I hope there wasn't anything too notably wrong. I slip a white-sheer top on over my blue and black lace bra, to match my dark demin-wash, torn-up skinny jeans and white Keds. I grab my iPhone and walk out the door, Imogen holding onto my other hand.
I can hear the music from out here. It sounds like Nirvana, which makes it even better. When I walk inside, Becky in hand, I can tell that I was right, as a remixed version of Smells Like Teen Spirit blasts from the speakers. We're greeted by a few different people, before being handed beers by Clare. Becky looks at it unassuredly, but I think I convince her well enough when I crack mine and down most of it. We go and join Drew, Clare, Alli and Dallas down on the couch playing a game of truth or dare. After Dallas and Alli are dared to swap personalities for the night, and that is deemed socially dangerous, the next dare comes to Becky from Clare. "Kiss the girl to your right."
"Who's the girl on her right?" I ask, turning back around after watching Zig Novak knock down a couple shots of tequilla. I feel lips being pressed to mine. Never have I been more happy to be the supporting role. God, she's perfect, and I honestly can't come up with any more words to put with it. Perfect decribes it incredibly. As she pulls away, she lingers by my ear for a quick second, whispering eight short words. "Will you go to the semiformal with me?"
"Hell yes."
A/N: So, how are you guys enjoying this so far. Review for more, and I want to make this the longest running beckogen story on ff, so let's do this. Fav/Follows increase the battery life of a writer by 73% and make said writer feel good. So... Hasta lluego?