I was on my way to homeroom when Aubrey ran up beside me, "Beck?" she asked expectantly, "what?" I asked continuing my strides, she grabbed my arm stilling me and turned me to look at her, but I kept my eyes trained on the ceiling. "We're gonna be late Bree." I said through gritted teeth, "yeah but until you pull your head out of your ass, we're not going anywhere." Aubrey said, "well what do you want me to say? 'oh I'm sorry my opinions don't matter and I shouldn't listen to the first amendment because whatever I say doesn't matter so there's no point in even talking. Because if that's what you want me to say, fine! It's been said. Happy?" I yanked my arm away from her and walked away. "Beckett!" she called after me, but I ignored her,
Class was pretty tense, but not like lunch was. I walked with my plate and was about to sit at our normal table, but the glares I received on my way over made me reconsider. "Yo! Beck over her!" I turned slightly to see Jordy waving me over, it seemed to be him, Kyle, and half of the guys on the basketball team. I looked at the girls one last time, before going toward the guys. Yeah yeah, I know, this could have been my chance to do the right thing and be the bigger person, blah, blah, blah. But I'm a sixteen-year-old dude, my main emotion is being pissed and filled by the rage that's known as testosterone. Also, I'm petty, that's my toxic trait, pettiness. So no, I will not be the bigger person here, and yes, I will sit with the guys.
"Sup," I said to the group of guys, as I sat next to Jordy across from Kyle. "So, what's your name kid?" a brunette guy asked, he had a dopey, boyish grin. "Beck, you?" I asked, "Jesse." he said, he seemed familiar for some reason. "Do you take dance, 6th period?" I asked him, "yeah, I know you do because you got killer moves, ones you can't forget." Jesse joked and I rolled my eyes. The rest of lunch was pretty chill, I got to know some of the team with the exception of Tom and his buddies, and a couple of other dudes. At the table were, Kyle, Jordy, and Jesse, you already know about them. Then there was Louis Austin, who just went by Austin. He was blonde and had green eyes and was fairly quiet mainly just a simple 'yeah' here and three. Next was Miles Garcia, fluent in both English and Spanish, he had curly black hair that covered his eyes, he was actually really cool, he liked music and basketball just as much as me. Lastly, there was, Nickolas Henny, or Nick for short, he was pretty alt if I do say so myself, he was openly gay which was cool, he had short black hair with red tips and good facial structure, with a sharp jawline and clear skin.
They were all shaping up to be really cool, not at all like Chloe said they'd be. Not the first time I've said that though, is it? Nope, it's not. Speaking of which, I looked over at the girls' table to see them talking, well Stacie and Aubrey were, but Chloe was looking at me, but not in a glaring 'I'm still pissed' way, more like a, 'I miss you, but I'm too stubborn to break first' way. I knew because I had that same look on my face, and was thinking the same thing.
I was walking to dance mentally preparing myself because who knew what would happen. But when I got to the class and walked in, Chloe was standing right in front of me, "you were right." she finally said, "uhh-" I started but Chloe kept going, "you're your own person. I'm not your parent, just a worried-ok and somewhat jealous friend. And admittedly when you said you were making other friends I reacted poorly because I was scared you'd go off with those 'other friends' and find a new best friend and forget all about me. And then I'd just be, that crazy annoying redheaded neighbor." Chloe sighed, I just stood there taking that in, nodding a little. "oh." I said, "does that mean we're cool again? Because it kinda sucks not talking to you." I asked, "yes." Chloe said hugging me.
I was really glad me and Chloe were back to talking again, I had so much to tell her.
After school at practice, the coach worked us until sweat dripped from our bodies and our shirts clung to our chests, drenched in sweat. "Alright, boys, head to the showers, except for, Mitchell, and Kennedy." coach Smith dismissed us, "yeah coach?" Tom asked, "you two are my best forwards, without a doubt. But as you know, I can only have one starter, and I've thought long and hard about it, Tom...you're not it this year, the position goes to Beckett, sorry, try again next year." and with that, the coach left and just me and Tom remained in the gym.
"Well, looks like you'll be warming the bench after all." I gloated, walking towards the locker rooms, grabbing my bags and finally heading home.
I went upstairs and showered changing into a grey t-shirt and some sleep shorts. I was laying on my bed when I got a phone call, "hello?" I answered the phone, "hey, is this Beckett Mitchell?" a male voice came through the phone, "yeah." I said, "watch your back tomorrow. Tom's not happy." the way the words were said sent chills down my spine but I ignored it, "who is this? How'd you get my number!?" I yelled into my phone, only to have the call disconnect.
How they got my number was the least of my worries, what was to come for the next day kept me up all night.
The next morning I was on edge, jumping at any little sound. I eventually got ready, wearing something simple and discreet, a whit t-shirt, black and white hoodie, ripped black jeans and air force ones. I skipped exercise for the day, I'd get quite the workout during practice anyways. I also skipped breakfast, leaving my house and going across the street to Chloe's. I knocked twice and waited, "hey Beck." Chloe said as she opened the door, "sup." I stepped into the already familiar house, "no run today?" Chloe asked as she looked at my outfit, seeing that it clearly wasn't workout attire. "Nah, I'll make up for it later during practice." I said, "oh! Is it true you're a starter?" Chloe asked excitedly, "yeah, I guess." I shrugged, "OMG! Beck that's so awesome, I new you could do it...wait, why do you look not as happy as you should?" Chloe visually deflated when she notice my less than ecstatic mood. "It's nothing, just...boys being boys, you wouldn't understand." I shook my head, going to sit on the couch, Chloe close behind, "try me. I have two older brothers remember?" Chloe said, "oh yeah. Well, I may or may not-mind you of the may not part-have been threatened." I said, Chloe just stared at me, as if she was processing it all.
"Ok, so who, when, where, and the most important, WHAT THE HELL! You can't just say that and then not do anything, we need to report them, we need to-" "Chlo! Calm down, please. It's not that big of a deal." I put my hand on her shoulder. I may have sounded calm, but I didn't feel as calm or as ok, I felt more like Chloe, but if I showed that then we'd both be a panicky mess. "Well what do we do?" Chloe asked after she took a breath, "I don't know, all I know is that whoever made the 'threat' is close to Tom." I said, "of course. Well, we should tell Karrie, at least then she'll know that you're being threatened and can work to solve the problem." Chloe said, "I'm sorry, who?" I asked, "Aubrey and Stacie's mom, the principle...ring a bell?" Chloe said, "oooh, yeah yeah. Wait, her name is Karrie Posen-Conrad? That's not what I expected, not sure what I expected but it wasn't that." I shrugged, "her full name is, Karrie Josephine Posen-Conrad." Chloe told me, "oh. That's somehow fits I guess. But back on topic, you're right, we should tell her." I agreed.
A/N: A shorter chapter because I wanted to get something out, this wasn't where I though this chapter would go, but I think it'll help better progress the story. Anyways, thanks for reading and leave reviews for a better segue plot to lead up to what we've all been waiting for(that being a steca 'steckett' relationship.