“Hey, Becky. Are you alright?” the person tries to touch my arm but I slap it away.
“Don’t touch me.” I say through clenched teeth.
“Listen, what you heard back there-”
“Shut up, Austin.” I say quickly, “You and I know exactly the type of guy Justin is. I knew it right when I saw him class. I didn’t even want to be there. I just did it for Tia.” I confess.
“Why are friends with her?”
“She’s nice and she’s an honest friend.”
“We’re your friends too.”
“I’d rather have one honest friend than a lot of friends that go behind my back.” I get up.
“Why don’t you just come back. Justin’s really upset.”
“Really?” I ask with fake concern.
“Yeah, really.”
“Good.” I say and walk away from him. He follows me.
“What now?” I ask turning around. He sighs loudly.
“Look, you seem like a nice girl, Becky.” he starts. I tap my foot impatiently.
“We”, he gestures to both of us with his hands, “Can still be friends, right?” He asks me. I look at the ground.
“You’re not like Justin, right? I mean, if I’m friends with you. You’re not going to hurt me, are you?” I ask him seriously.
“No. I wouldn’t pull that shit, okay?” I nod.
“I guess we can be friends. But, Tia’ll kill me if she finds out.” I tell him.
“You shouldn’t let her control you.” He says, I laugh.
“And your friends don’t control you?” I say with my arms crossed.
“Th-they don’t.” He looks off nervously.
“Tell me ‘Austy’ Why were you the one that had to pick me up when Justin didn’t.” I say. Austin connects with my eyes and I quirk my eyebrows up waiting for him to respond.
“I-I” he stutters, he looks at the ground clearly embarrassed.
“Austin.” I flop my arms to my side. I walk up to him and hug him tightly, I pull back and look at him, his eyes are glossy. “What happened that made you like this?” I look up to search his eyes.
“Can we talk somewhere else?” he asks trying to hide the fact that he’s crying by rubbing his eyes. I nod. We get into his car and drive off.
Austin’s POV
I can’t believe this shit.
Two years.
Two damn years.
And one girl comes along and finally asks.
I pull up to the driveway if my house and I pull the keys out of the ignition and look at Becky.
“Let’s go.” I say. She unbuckles her seatbelt and hops out.
Like, literally hops.
She’s so fucking cute. She has to hop out of the truck.
You have a girlfriend Austin.
Think of Brit.
Think of Brit.
I find myself in front of my room. Before I open the door I look back at Becky.
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Manipulation >> Becstin
Fanfiction× Manipulative people do not understand the concept of boundaries. × They are relentless in their pursuit of what they want and they have no regard for who gets hurt along the way.
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