AN: This story is coming in spurts and I love it. I own nothing but my computer which I use to write.
I could not for the life of me remember the name of Becky's cousin. I think it might have been Karen but I'm not sure. To all that this annoys… bows head + praying hands Apologies. Terribly sorry it took me this long my dears. Another story got stuck in my head and needed out first. But here it is.
"Beeeeecky!" Karen squeals. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh my god!"
My cousin is a moron. A cheerleading, bleach blonde, gum cracking moron. And on some level I love her. Most days I can muster a little bit of excitement and pretend to be interested in what she babbles at me. Today… not so much.
"Seriously, I heard from Elisha, who heard from Jake, cause he saw you in study hall, but wait… no Katie heard from Elisha. So who gave it to you?" she says all in one breath, "Cause I bet it was Mark but then Katie said that it wasn't cause he's with Emily. So who did it?"
"Who did what, Karen?" I ask, shaking my head. She was talking at warp speed so I only caught half of what she said.
"Your neck."
"What about my neck?"
"Hmmm." She says back. She's got this look on her face like she knows everything already.
"Seriously, I think some of that bleach leaked into your brain." I shrug and turn back to my chemistry homework.
"As if. I'm au natural."
"Right."
"I use the hair coloring that has herbs in it! Seriously Becky! Who did it? Come on. I'm dying here!" she whines. "Please tell me?"
Sometimes in stead of loving my cousin I want to throw her through a window. I smile at the mental picture, and then pull my hood up to hide the evidence that I don't in fact, run faster than Spike.
I've been trying to get it out of my head all weekend. And it hasn't been working. Now it's Monday, and I'm stuck. Because the evidence of said Spike being a good kisser, as well as my own nonfunctioning brain is clearly marked on my neck, just above my shoulder. And my cousin was now sitting across the lunch table from me, going out of her tiny mind bothering me about it.
"I don't know what you're talking about." I shrug.
Thankfully, the new girl/Junior's new girlfriend Sarah, comes strolling up to our table.
"Hi, Beckerton!" She smile, "You guys mind if I sit?"
"Ummm yeah we do." Karen rolls her eyes, "Emos have they're own table. Away form the sharp utensils."
"Sit on it and rotate, Barbie." Sarah snaps.
Sarah for the record is not Emo. But anyone in our school who wears more than one piece of black clothing is labeled as such, seeing as it's trendy to either be one or make fun of them. I pick up my books and the rest of my lunch.
"Let's go sit on a bench in the court yard." I shrug at Sarah.
She rewards me with a huge grin and links an arm tough mine. Karen is glaring at our backs, when Junior falls into step next to his girlfriend. I let go of Sarah so that she can hold his hand and not feel weird, and when we get out to the courtyard they sit together on one bench, while I finish my chemistry homework on another.
I'm trying really hard not to notice two things. One, my brother currently kissing his girlfriend and that is something I seriously don't need to see. And two, I can tell Spike is staring at me from the doorway to the courtyard. He's leaning against the wall with the two friends he's been able to keep, smoking and laughing. Anger boils up in my chest making it hard to breath. I really want to punch that stupid smile right off his face.
