Chapter Five

It's been a couple of weeks since Justin and Becky had become friends. Justin loved being around Becky and thought she was an amazing person and friend. Becky thought Justin was a great guy and she loved being near him. When either were around each other, they felt as if connected. Becky couldn't help but admit that maybe every time she was around Justin, the more she wanted to be with him. It was as if she was falling for him. But Becky shook the thought away. They were friends and besides, Justin wouldn't want to be with a girl like her.

She wasn't popular or as pretty as all the other girls in school. But she loves being who she is because it makes her happy and her friends happy. But becky didn't want to think that way of Justin. They were friends and that was that.

So, it's Monday morning again and Becky was waiting for the bus. Her car had ran out of gas yesterday and she couldn't get money from her banking account till Friday.

As she waited for the bus, she listened to her mp3 player. But just as a new song came up, Justin's baby blue mustang arrived in front of her.

"hey Becky," Justin said from the inside of his car.

"hey," she greeted and walked over to him. He finished rolling down the window before giving her a big smile.

"Need a lift?" Justin offered as he got out of his car and walked around the other side. Becky followed him to the other side of the car and gave him a smile.

"isn't this what boyfriends do?" she questioned him.

Justin shrugged his lean shoulders. "Maybe, but who cares. We're friends aren't we?"

"Yeah," agreed Becky.

"well, then?" Justin opened the door fopr her with a grin. Becky smiled in return and then slide inside the car. Justin closed her door before walking over to his side and the getting in. he started back up the car before driving his car onto the road with ease.

"So, how was your night, Beck?" Justin asked her.

"Ok," Becky replied. "I kept getting this weird feeling that someone was watching me the entire night," she told him. She yawned and then continued, "then again, it was a good dream."

"you felt someone watching you?" Justin asked beginning to feel the anger inside of him rise a degree.

"Yeah, but it doesn't matter," Becky said.

'It matters to me,' thought Justin back. 'You're my girl. Wait a minute did I just think that? Did I just think that Becky is my girl? We're friends! Why am I thinking that? We're friends!! Aren't we?'

"Justin, are you ok?" Becky asked in a worried tone. Justin shook his head away from his thoughts and gave Becky a big fake smile. When he turned back to the road, he looked down at his hands and noticed that were not only shaking but had gone completely hot on the steering wheel. He let the wheel go so he could shake his hands and then just placed one on the wheel.

"I'm fine, Beck," he lied.

"Ok," said Becky giving Justin a look before turning her head to look outside the window. He noticed the movement instantly.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing," said Becky.

"Becky…" Justin dropped off.

"It's nothing, ok?" Becky told him. She gave him a kind yet sincere smile and Justin grinned back. He parked his car in the student parking lot before they both got out before heading inside toward their awaiting lockers, which were side by side.

"So, are you doing anything this weekend, Becky?" asked Justin as they reached their destination and started dialing their combinations.

Becky shrugged. "I don't know yet," she answered. "I was thinking about going to the mall with Kristin, but I'm still not sure yet what I'm going to do. You?" she looked at him.

He did the same. "Don't know but I was hoping that maybe you and I could hangout together."

Becky gave him a thoughtful smile. "Really?"

"Well, yeah," said Justin smiling sweetly down at her.

"Sure, I would love that," she told him.

"Great," said Justin his smile growing. He closed his locker and locked it. He looked to see Becky doing the same. He noticed, that as he stared at her for probably the umpteenth time he met her, that today she was wearing a blue tank top that he had to admit looked good on her, and jeans that hugged her hips perfectly. He also noticed that she was wearing light makeup and blue sandals. The shirt that she was wearing was also a little bit low cut, so he saw the bit of cleavage showing.

"What are you staring at?" asked Becky making him come out of his so-called thoughts that weren't appropriate for school. Justin automatically blushed. 'great, she saw me staring,' he thought blushing harder.

He heard Becky giggle. He looked at her.

"What?"

"You're so cute," Becky said. She blushed upon hearing herself. Justin chuckled.

"Why thank you pretty lady, it feels nice to be appreciated," joked Justin in a perfect imitation of their chemistry teacher, Mr. Pratt. Becky laughed out loud.

"but I'm not a puppy," he added.

"True," said Becky. "Then how about, handsome? Gorgeous? Or just plain all of the above?"

"All of the above," Justin replied.

"Sorry but that position has already been filled."

"by whom?" asked Justin.

"Me," Becky said happily.

"Aw, phooey." Justin snapped his fingers and then crossed his arms in a playful mad manner. They both looked at each other for a brief second before they bursted out in a fit of giggles.

When they were calmed down, Becky was the first to speak again. "That was fun," she said.

"Yeah it was," agreed Justin. The bell rang and they ran off toward their separate homerooms.

Meanwhile, the tall, blonde haired boy from before stood up against the wall watching on with a glare as Becky and Justin said their goodbyes and then walked inside their homerooms. His muscular arms were folded across his lean chest while his icy cold onyx eyes stared straight forward. He stood there motionless not thinking of anyone but one of the two people who just walked into a room full of agitated students.

'What the heck is he doing here?' he thought. 'He's not suppose to be here!' but why is he here?

He did not know why. Just as the late bell rang overhead and he was about to leave, he saw someone coming toward him.