***Okay, finally added chapter 12. BTW, for those of you who were wondering what happened to 11, I've reuploaded the edited version. LOL I was also thinking that it might be unrealistic to get hit in the hand with an apple and ironically, my friend Rebecca got hit in the hand with an apple at lunch last week so I decided to keep it because now it's even funnier to me. Thanks to constructive critisism from Natasha which I totally agreed with, I am making the transition for Becky a little more subtle. Lemme know if it worked. More soon! I also changed my Pen Name to Beckers Loves Portman because there's more than one Beckers :)***
Dean laid in his bed, staring up at the ceiling. The room was silent for once. A lot of complaining had been occuring over the past few weeks about Dean and Fulton listening to loud music late at night, so to avoid the school taking action, they had decided to turn off their stereo every night around 10. Most people didn't actually go to sleep until well after lights out. Dean was having trouble falling asleep.
"Fulton..." He called in a loud whisper. "Fulton... are you asleep?" He asked, throwing a pillow at Fulton's head.
"Not anymore." Fulton yawned, rolling over to look at Dean. "What time is it?"
"I don't know." Dean replied. "It's not too late. I couldn't sleep."
"Oh really?" Fulton asked sarcastically. "What's the deal? You wanna talk?"
"Fulton, how do you do it, man?"
"How do I do what?" He asked in an annoyed tone. He didn't want to be bothered. He hated being awakened and Dean wasn't even making any sense.
"A girl you like shows up and less than an hour later, she's your date to the dance. A girl shows up that I like, she hates my guts, and a few days later, she's Guy's date to the dance. What's the deal?" Dean sounded Genuinely confused. Despite what most people thought about him based on his position as a defensive Bash Brother, he was actually a really nice, caring guy, but God forbid anyone actually saw him that way, besides Fulton anyway.
"Portman, dude, you worry about things way too much. Guy and Connie are gonna get back together at the dance. Everyone knows that. Besides, I think Becky likes you." Dean let out a laugh.
"You sure are a good friend. At least you try to make me feel good." He grinned at Fulton.
"No, I really do. Besides, Carly said she can tell when Becky likes somebody. And she thinks Becky likes you, too."
"Well, she certainly has a terrible way of showing it if she does." He sighed deeply. "The dance is gonna be a drag. Maybe I just won't go." Dean decided. Fulton sat up quickly in his bed.
"Dean Portman, there is absolutely no way I am going to that dance if you're not there and I have a really great date to that dance. As my best friend it is your job to go to that dance in case I need back up and to keep me company when the girls all ironically have to go to the bathroom at the same time."
"Okay, man, chill. I'll go. But if... when I have a bad time, I'm blaming it all on you."
"Alright, fine." Fulton laughed. "You're not gonna have a bad time, though."
"Goodnight." Portman rolled over and faced the wall.
"Goodnight."
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The following day, during Biology, Becky felt a little uncomfortable. There was a substitute teacher and everyone had formed little groups with their friends and were sharing conversations. The only person she knew in the class was Dean. She could feel his eyes on her at times, and she would turn to look at him, and he would look away. She couldn't help but laugh to herself. She had never actually had a true admirer before. Now she did and she was treating him like dirt. She didn't understand why, either. She liked Dean and she knew that other people had to notice, too. If not everybody on the team, at least Stacy and Carly had to see it. Not only was he drop dead gorgeous, but he was a really nice guy and had gone out of his way to treat Becky incredibly since she had arrived. She assumed that the reason she was pushing Dean away was her fear of growing close to people since her mother passed away. Before then she had been afraid to get close to people because of her father leaving her mother when she and Stacy were very young. She assumed that if she got too close to anyone, they would leave, too, just like her father. She also knew that she would have to get over that fear eventually.
Becky's attention was brought back to Biology class when the sound of the bell signaling dismissal rang through the school. She picked up her bookbag, threw it over her shoulder, and headed towards the door. Biology was the last class of the day and she was going to meet Carly to go clothes shopping. On her way out of the Bio lab, she accidentally walked into Dean. She blushed and looked down at the floor.
"For some reason my body seems to be magnetically attracted to you..." She grinned uneasily, still looking at the floor.
"Yeah." Dean looked around the room, trying to hide his obviously blushing cheeks from Becky. "Sorry."
"No, it's okay." She insisted. "I've, um, I've gotta go. Bye." She hurried out the room.
"Bye!" Dean called after her. At this point she was well out of the classroom. Becky smiled as she walked down the hallway, hearing Dean call after her. She bounced down the stairs of Eden Hall Academy and joined Carly near the curb.
"Why do you look so happy?" Carly asked, shoving Becky playfully.
"I'm not exactly sure." Becky replied. "I just feel good today. It's different. I like it."
Dean laid in his bed, staring up at the ceiling. The room was silent for once. A lot of complaining had been occuring over the past few weeks about Dean and Fulton listening to loud music late at night, so to avoid the school taking action, they had decided to turn off their stereo every night around 10. Most people didn't actually go to sleep until well after lights out. Dean was having trouble falling asleep.
"Fulton..." He called in a loud whisper. "Fulton... are you asleep?" He asked, throwing a pillow at Fulton's head.
"Not anymore." Fulton yawned, rolling over to look at Dean. "What time is it?"
"I don't know." Dean replied. "It's not too late. I couldn't sleep."
"Oh really?" Fulton asked sarcastically. "What's the deal? You wanna talk?"
"Fulton, how do you do it, man?"
"How do I do what?" He asked in an annoyed tone. He didn't want to be bothered. He hated being awakened and Dean wasn't even making any sense.
"A girl you like shows up and less than an hour later, she's your date to the dance. A girl shows up that I like, she hates my guts, and a few days later, she's Guy's date to the dance. What's the deal?" Dean sounded Genuinely confused. Despite what most people thought about him based on his position as a defensive Bash Brother, he was actually a really nice, caring guy, but God forbid anyone actually saw him that way, besides Fulton anyway.
"Portman, dude, you worry about things way too much. Guy and Connie are gonna get back together at the dance. Everyone knows that. Besides, I think Becky likes you." Dean let out a laugh.
"You sure are a good friend. At least you try to make me feel good." He grinned at Fulton.
"No, I really do. Besides, Carly said she can tell when Becky likes somebody. And she thinks Becky likes you, too."
"Well, she certainly has a terrible way of showing it if she does." He sighed deeply. "The dance is gonna be a drag. Maybe I just won't go." Dean decided. Fulton sat up quickly in his bed.
"Dean Portman, there is absolutely no way I am going to that dance if you're not there and I have a really great date to that dance. As my best friend it is your job to go to that dance in case I need back up and to keep me company when the girls all ironically have to go to the bathroom at the same time."
"Okay, man, chill. I'll go. But if... when I have a bad time, I'm blaming it all on you."
"Alright, fine." Fulton laughed. "You're not gonna have a bad time, though."
"Goodnight." Portman rolled over and faced the wall.
"Goodnight."
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The following day, during Biology, Becky felt a little uncomfortable. There was a substitute teacher and everyone had formed little groups with their friends and were sharing conversations. The only person she knew in the class was Dean. She could feel his eyes on her at times, and she would turn to look at him, and he would look away. She couldn't help but laugh to herself. She had never actually had a true admirer before. Now she did and she was treating him like dirt. She didn't understand why, either. She liked Dean and she knew that other people had to notice, too. If not everybody on the team, at least Stacy and Carly had to see it. Not only was he drop dead gorgeous, but he was a really nice guy and had gone out of his way to treat Becky incredibly since she had arrived. She assumed that the reason she was pushing Dean away was her fear of growing close to people since her mother passed away. Before then she had been afraid to get close to people because of her father leaving her mother when she and Stacy were very young. She assumed that if she got too close to anyone, they would leave, too, just like her father. She also knew that she would have to get over that fear eventually.
Becky's attention was brought back to Biology class when the sound of the bell signaling dismissal rang through the school. She picked up her bookbag, threw it over her shoulder, and headed towards the door. Biology was the last class of the day and she was going to meet Carly to go clothes shopping. On her way out of the Bio lab, she accidentally walked into Dean. She blushed and looked down at the floor.
"For some reason my body seems to be magnetically attracted to you..." She grinned uneasily, still looking at the floor.
"Yeah." Dean looked around the room, trying to hide his obviously blushing cheeks from Becky. "Sorry."
"No, it's okay." She insisted. "I've, um, I've gotta go. Bye." She hurried out the room.
"Bye!" Dean called after her. At this point she was well out of the classroom. Becky smiled as she walked down the hallway, hearing Dean call after her. She bounced down the stairs of Eden Hall Academy and joined Carly near the curb.
"Why do you look so happy?" Carly asked, shoving Becky playfully.
"I'm not exactly sure." Becky replied. "I just feel good today. It's different. I like it."