Chapter 7
Becky walked toward her locker once the bell had rung for the end of ninth period. Once she had reached her locker, she dialed the combination. As she opened her locker, she could yet again feel eyes on her like the last time. This time though she turned fully around to see Diego watching her. His arms were folded across his chest and his back was up against the wall. But his eyes, those eyes that for some reason Becky couldn't get out of her head, were staring right at her.
'Who are you?' she thought.
"Hey, Becky. Ready to go?" said Justin coming up from behind her. She looked at him but his eyes were directed to Diego.
"Do you know who he is?" asked Becky.
"No, I don't." answered Justin. "But I do know that he better stop staring at you."
"Why?" she asked.
"Because I don't want another guy staring at you unless he doesn't want his fucking ass kicked," said Justin his fists clenching tight to his sides.
"Justin, it might not be his fault. Maybe he likes me or something," replied Becky. He looked at her and she saw the rage in his eyes. She carefully placed a hand on his and he instantly relaxed.
"Well, maybe. But still," said Justin. "I don't want him to end up being one of those guys that charm their way to you and then…" he drops off.
"And then what?" asked Becky.
He sighs and holds her hand tighter after he intertwines their fingers.
"Then takes you away from me," Justin whispered softly. A bittersweet smile came across Becky's face.
"Justin." He looked at her. She took her hand and gently stroked his cheek.
"I'm not going anywhere." There was something the way she said it but it made Justin smile and lean his head closer to hers. And before Becky or Justin could say anything else, they leaned in and kissed.
