Cheers to Hopefully Surviving Tonight

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Chapter 10:

Beckinsile's Point of View

Beep. Beep. Beep. I groan, press snooze and roll out of bed.

"I don't want to go today. Am I not going to go through enough pain having Danika at my house tonight?" I shout to no one in particular as I go to the bathroom and brush my teeth. I wash my face and put on some mascara.

"At least I look presentable," I sigh and go to my closet.

"The daily struggle," I say as I search for an outfit.

I pull on a pair of jeans and a blue tank. I clasp my necklaces and slip into my TOMS before making my bed. I grab my bag and prepare to fake a stomachache. I can not go to school today. Seeing Danika tonight is enough. There's only so much a person can take. Ring. Ring. Ring. I pull my phone out of my bag and hold it up to my ear.

"Hey Beckinsile," I hear Oliver's voice oozing humor from the other end.

"Hello Olly Pop,"

"I got the stuff."

"Good, I'm going to need lots of sugar to make it through a whole night of Danika."

"We all are,"

"Would you kill me if I just didn't show up at school today?"

"Yes, I would. Is the little good girl going to skip school?" Oliver says in a teasing tone.

"I can only handle so much Danika."

"C'mon, I'll help you survive her, Becks."

"Fine but I'm still going to see how faking a stomachache works out." I hear Oliver laughing from the other side.

"You have fun with that. Just a word of advice....It never works." With that Oliver hangs up and I finish walking down the stairs.

My dad has already left for work and Gabe and Nate are already seated and eating breakfast. It still boggles my mind how they can get ready so fast. I clutch my stomach and pray my non-existent acting skills kick in. I groan and continue clutching my stomach as I make my way towards the breakfast bar.

"Quit clutching your stomach. Becky. We all know you're faking it." My mom says as she fills up her mug with coffee. "But that was a very valiant attempt, my dear." My mom hands me a plate of scrambled eggs and a mug of tea. I take my seat and poke my eggs with a fork.

"Why were you trying to get out of going to school, Becks?" Nate asks with a teasing smile.

"Two words. Danika Blackwell." I say as I take a bite of my breakfast.

"Here are three words that describe my feelings towards this conversation. I don't care." Gabe smirks as he drops his plate in the sink and kisses my mom on the cheek.

Nate does the same and then they walk towards the side door. I roll my eyes and leave my mostly uneaten breakfast on the countertop.

"Are you still hungry, Becky?" My mom gives me a concerned look.

"No, I'm fine, mom." I say as I kiss her on the cheek.

Gabe leads the way out to his car and I slip into shotgun, as usual. Nate slips into the back and we ride in silence.


"As promised, we have a pretest today to see where you are. It doesn't count for a grade but do your best so we can spend less time reviewing and more time learning." Mr. Meyers says as he passes tests out to everybody. I pull out a pencil and begin working. I take a deep breath as I write my name and the date across the top before starting the test. I can feel the nerves in my stomach tighten as I read the first question.

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