Ch.6—Confusing Deception

Time passed and eventually we headed back to Justin's house…all three of us. I sighed and rolled my eyes goodness knows how many times, I was just so sick of Rachel! She never let go of Justin's arm…not ever, and he didn't even seem to notice that I was still there. She was giggling incessantly and seemed to press herself up against him a little too much. We could not be going any slower and every time I bumped into Rachel when they stopped suddenly she'd give me a wicked glare that just sunk into my very soul. Everything had been going so well, and now this? It was too much.

Finally, we were just next door to Justin's house. I saw Chris in his backyard. He chuckled as he saw us, and winked at me as I rolled my eyes. The last thing I needed was some jerk of a guy winking at me, especially when his sister had been hitting on my boyfriend all day! Grr…


"Hey Justin, Becky---RACHEL!" Justin's mom ran forward and hugged her. She didn't even give me a second look. I wasn't that offended, I guess. "I haven't seen you in months! Where have you been?" she asked, in excitement.

Justin just smiled and started walking back towards me at the back door while his mother indulged in the knowledge of Rachel.

"Well?" she asked.

"Oh, well since I was smart enough I exceeded the high school level and I'm going into college this year," Rachel said excitedly.

"But, you're only seventeen!" Mrs. Moakley gasped and brought Rachel into the living room. They fell onto the couch and started giggling. "Tell me more!" she said.

Rachel giggled and smirked at Justin who was still smiling at her.

Mrs. Moakley, it appeared, had an inner teen spirit and waved her hand drastically in front of Rachel's face to get her attention.

"Sorry," Rachel giggled.

"It's alright," Mrs. Moakley, said. "Go on!" she said with wide eyes.

Justin shook his head and chuckled, and then he looked at me. I was hurt beyond belief and I gave him an angry glare he'd never forget. I went upstairs then. He seemed confused, but he followed me. Fortunately, he wasn't fast enough and I slammed the door in his face and locked it. I looked to the bed and it reminded me of that morning. I fell to the ground and started crying. "I was so stupid…" I whimpered.


I could hear Justin's heavy breathing from outside the door. He'd knock occasionally, but I'd never say anything.

"Becky?" he whispered after some time.

I raised my head from its lowered position and sniffled. "What?" I asked.

"I did something," he said.

"What?" I asked, getting angry.

He sighed deeply. "I don't know," he said.

I heaved a huge sigh and moved to the window. The sun was starting to set and the waves were so beautifully dancing across the outline of the sand, but my situation couldn't be helped and so it was just like I was watching mud being thrown at my face. I cried some more, and then I heard footsteps. Justin had gone downstairs. I sighed dramatically. "Figures…he wants to be with Rachel…" I muttered. Then, I opened the window and climbed down the fire escape.


I could hear footsteps running back up the stairs, but I didn't care. I was through with trying to make Justin and me work. Hopefully, though, we could still be friends. I mean, we had been together since who knows when…that's all I could hope for now…friends. I sniffled again. But I did want more.

"Becky!!!" I heard Justin call from the bedroom. He had gotten a key.

"Oh, just let her be," Rachel said slyly. "She needs to be alone right now."

I blinked away some more tears. There was silence. "I knew it," I muttered. I ran off into the street, and on the way to the beach.

Chris grabbed my hand, as I went. "Don't go," he smiled.

"Let me go, jerk!" I shouted, and kept running.

He let me go and settled into a patio chair. "Suit yourself."

I could hear someone running behind me. This time it was Justin. He stopped me, and grasped my arm. "What the heck has gotten into you?" he asked.

"Just do as your girlfriend said," I said, ripping my arm away from him.

His eyebrow furrowed.

"Leave me alone!" I screamed, and then kept running again.

He stopped and stood there.

"Better do what the girl says," Chris smirked, walking past him.

"Hey, where do you think you're going?" Justin asked, infuriated.

"She didn't tell me to leave her alone," he smiled and kept walking towards the beach, after me. "I thought we were homebodies, Justin," he smirked, slyly.

Justin brushed a hand through his hair. "What is going on?" he whispered.


A/N: So………thoughts?