Becca smiles big as she reaches across the lunch table, putting the screen of her phone right up to my nose.
Now just to recap, Becca almost killed Summer, with four other cheerleaders nearly becoming collateral damage as a result, like seven minutes ago. I'm personally still reeling from the whole incident, and my hands have yet to stop shaking completely. But not Becca; she's like a machine. She does her killing and then moves on, free of fear and emotion. She's like a five-foot, three-inch, 105-pound dirty blonde terminator?very impressive.
I pull my head back, uncrossing my eyes, and read the text on her phone from my brother Carson. "Hey, dork face, Brian is breaking up with Emma today."
My eyebrows shoot up. "That's awesome!" I shout. "When did he send you that?"
"As I was walking out of fourth period," Becca says, pulling her phone back.
"Oh, so you really were texting by the water fountain."
"Yep," she smiles.
"Nice."
Then her smile slowly disappears and is replaced with a look of concern.
"Do you think he's doing that for me, though?" she asks, peeking up at me.
I nod while taking a sip from my water bottle. "You definitely played a part in it."
I understand Becca's worry, but I honestly wouldn't reassure her if I felt otherwise. He truly did seem to be all about her that night at my house, and I would be surprised if she wasn't the main reason for the break up.
Just as I'm about to tell her that, Holly walks up and takes a seat. She's been sitting with us at lunch once in a while over the past week or so, which is not an unusual thing for her. Holly is that extremely popular girl who has no strict loyalty to just one table in the caf, simply because she's friends with everyone. And as much as Summer hates the fact that she table-hops--especially to our table--she wouldn't dare say anything, because to go against Holly would be to go against the school.
I see the worry on Holly's face as she looks at me.
"Summer's still bothering you?" she asks, head tilted.
I mash my lips together and nod.
"She's a total bitch," Becca says. "She can't handle seeing Dori and Bryson talking."
"Yeah, I know. I saw all the commotion in the hall a minute ago." Holly glances from Becca to me. "I don't know why she acts like that. She's definitely starting to get on people's nerves on the squad, and it's only gotten worse since she's become captain."
"Yeah, about that," I frown, "Why aren't you captain?"
Holly's not one to complain about anything, ever. But when I ask that question, she shrugs in frustration. I can tell it's a sore subject she keeps to herself.
"Because my mom's not best friends with Mrs. Janice," Holly says.
Mrs. Janice is our coach. The situation is a real shame because Holly is probably the best cheerleader on the squad and was pretty much robbed of the co-captain position from the start. I don't know how she's been able to hide her frustration so well.
I just shake my head.
"She needs a beating is what she needs," Becca mumbles, stirring her salad.
Holly chuckles as she stands up. "No argument here. See y'all this evening?"
"Yep," we reply as she walks away.
One more training session with Holly to tie everything together before next week's big game. Hopefully all goes well.