Okay so this chapter is shorter than the others, but it actually has a lot in it.

I am soooooo going to leave y'alls with a cliff hanger for a while after this mwahaha!

I know you guys are going to be thinking that im some kind of twisted motha fucka from what you read last chapter to this chapter. lol.

Enjoy

~XOXOXBecca

~ Becca's POV~

I laid lounged out on the pool chair by the community pool. Not many people there today. I looked down at my cast. A few more names had been added since I broke it. Like Carlos, Logan, and Kendall's parents, Brittany, and most of my other friends. I couldn't believe it's been a week since I broke it.

I sighed and closed my eyes letting the sun soak into my skin. I was waiting for James to get back with my lemonade. Mrs. Garcia makes the best homemade lemonade and she told us she was going to make some today. So I made James run over there to get it while I got our spots. My beach bag, which was filled with stuff for the pool, laid on the chair next to mine.

I looked at the pool. It sparkled from the sun reflection. I wanted to jump in it sooo bad, but I knew I couldn't. Not without something covering my arm so the cast wouldn't get wet. It was such a bad fashion statement. I closed my eyes not wanting to look at it anymore. A shadow came and blocked the sun. I opened my eyes and saw James standing there with my lemonade. He also had one.

I took the glass from him. Something seemed off. I looked into the cup. "Did you spit in it?" I asked.

He didn't answer. "You did spit in it!" He started laughing. I threatened to throw it at him if he didn't stop laughing.

"Okay okay. I'm sorry." He said. "You can have mine."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "How am I sure you didn't spit in yours either?"

"Why would I want to drink my own spit!" He said.

It didn't seem like something he would do. "Maybe because you're not drinking it. You're pretending to so I would believe you."

He rolled his eyes. "You're unbelievable." He muttered.

"Whatever." I said putting the cup down next to me and laying back down.

He sighed. "How about I buy you a new one?"

"Deal." I said and he left.

~ James POV~

I stood in line at the concession stand at the pool.

"Can I get a lemonade- Carlos what are you doing?" I asked as it was my turn. Carlos was behind the stand.

"What does it look like? I'm working." He said.

"Yeah but why?" I leaned up against the counter.

"Thought I could use the money." He said.

"You're a pop star! You don't need a summer job."

"Yeah I know but if I wanted to go on any dates or-"

"Ahhhh. I see so this is about her."

"Yeah pretty much." He started wiping down the tiny spot they call a counter.

"Why do you need a summer job to impress a girl?" I asked.

He sighed. "Because I don't know if she thinks that I'm some big jerk cause I went to Hollywood and became a singer. So this will make me look like I haven't really changed and down-to-earth."

"You've been talking to my sister haven't you?" that seemed like something someone would get from my sister. "We'll let me tell you this. You're not going to get her by working here. Now give me the lemonade so I don't have to hear my sister complain." I said taking out a few dollars.

Carlos went to grab the lemonade bottle. He set it down in front of me and I handed him the money. "So what do I do then?" He asked.

I shrugged. "I don't know just don't do this. Be creative." And I walked away.

~ Becca's POV~

James delivered me my lemonade. Again. He left and I stayed behind.

I sipped my lemonade as I sat here alone. I sighed. I got up and I threw on my cover up and slipped on my flip flops. I threw all my stuff into my bag and slung it over my shoulder. I grabbed my lemonade and started to walk home.

It's a walk because it takes at least fifteen minutes to walk home. I walked along the street kicking a rock and it scattered forwards. Then I stopped dead in my tracks. I saw Ashley outside. Ashley used to be my friend. We were friends since the sixth grade. She was also in drama club with me. But we stop being friends way before I was took out. She went to the dark side and stole my crush, who she knew I liked, on purpose. Not because she really liked him. But that's not why I stopped.

She was lip locked with someone. My stomach twisted in knots and tears filled my eyes. Because that someone was my boyfriend.