Play It Like You Mean It

Play It Like You Mean It: Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Becka’s POV:

I stared at the happy couple in front of me and felt a pang in my chest. Asher and McKayla couldn’t be more perfect for one another, and it’s depressing to know that I will never have a boyfriend of my own. I mean, I’m not ugly, but I don’t think I’m pretty either. I stand like about 5’8, and my body figure belong to an athletes. McKayla claims that I’m petite and really pretty, but I don’t believe her.

“Come on, Becka, it’s time for English,” McKayla called, and took my arm as she dragged me into English class.

As I entered, I couldn’t help but notice that Evan was already there, looking serene and serious as ever. I know he’s emo and all that, but seriously, lighten up dude.

McKayla and Asher walked to their seats, and I slowly dragged into mine. Another hour in English. Lovely.

“Don’t look so glum. If it helps, I don’t want to sit here either,” Evan snapped, and I turned my face to look at him, narrowing my eyes.

“I wasn’t glum, a-hole,” I growled, and clenched my fist as I resisted the urge to smack this guy senseless.

He scoffed, “Bullshit. You’re a bad liar, you know.”

I just glared at him, but I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful his eyes are. It was blue, but with a tint of green, and staring at it, I feel deep into it.

I shook out of my daze quickly, and refused to look at him as I faced forward, waiting for the teacher to start the lecture. From beside me, I hear Evan chuckled, and once again, I fought the urge to beat up the prick.

“I know I’m hot, but staring is quite rude,” he whispered.

I shot him my middle finger, which made him more amused.

“Alright class, we are going start on a project which consist on working with your partner,” Ms. Hughes announced while I internally groaned.

Like spending 45 minutes was not torture enough, but now I have to work with him also?!

“You and your partner are required to analyze a scene from Romeo and Juliet, and make it into something more modern. For example, instead of saying “thou” or “thy”, you will be saying “you”. You can use slang, but keep the cusswords to a PG rating.”

I scrunched up my face and glance at Evan, who looked like he just swallowed lemons. Damn it, with him there is no freaking way I’m going to pass. And if I don’t pass English, I’m kicked off of Volleyball.

“Well, partner, this should be fun,” I hissed sarcastically, and he glared at me.

“You better worked hard with this,” I warned him, which he raised his eyebrows questioningly.

“You are too uptight,” Evan smirked, and I scowled.

“I’m not uptight,” I said defensively.

“Please, I bet  you’re still a virgin, right?” he asked, with a smirk.

At the mention of virgin, my face turned cold, and I glared at him, mustering venom into my tone, “It’s not any of your business.”

I ignored him then, and inside, I felt like I was broken. A girl’s purity is her most prized possession, and it’s something that I no longer acquired. This just made me feel dirty, since I didn’t give my purity away. It was taken, and I couldn’t do anything to fix it.

“Hey, Becka, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you,” Evan was looking at me a little fearfully, but I could see concern in his eyes.

“Don’t worry about it,” I snapped, agitated, and resisting the urge to cry.

I didn’t do a very good job, because a tear leaked out, and he moved his fingers to wipe it away. As his skin touched mine, I felt a trail of heat, and it shocked me more than anything. Evan must of felt it to, because he quickly removed his hands and looked away.

We were both quiet for the rest of the class, and once the bell rang, Evan quickly ran out, while I slowly put my books in my bag, and waited for McKayla to finished packing up.

My best friend then approached me and she caught the look on my face.

“Are you okay?” she asked in concern, as we walked out of class and onto Pre-Cal.

I gave her my most dazzling smile I could, but she just shook her head, and dragged me into the bathroom. After checking if it was empty, she turned back to me and ordered, “Talk.”

I sighed, and shook my head, “It’s nothing.”

She glared at me. Having a best friends sucks sometimes because she seems to know everything about me, but hey, you gotta love her for it.

“Fine. Evan mentioned something about my virginity,” I said softly, and tears started to leak from my eyes once more.

McKayla immediately pulled me into a hug, which is something that we always do to each other when one of us is upset.

“Hey, it’s okay. If you want, I could go beat him up for you,” she offered, and I giggled.

“No, it’s okay. It’s just been awhile since that incident is mentioned, you know,” I shrugged.

She looked at me with a kind smile, “It’s okay, Becka. You know that night happened was not your fault. You couldn’t do anything about it.”

I just shook my head, and nodded to McKayla.

“Come on, let’s go to class before we get Saturday school for ditching,” I smiled, and tugged her out into the hallway.

Even though I’m scarred for life, and can never erase my past, I can at least try to cover it up and act like it’s something that I forgotten. Although I know that’s a lie.