A Promise Gone Wrong

Chapter Two: Turning Tables

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~~~Rebecca~~~
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Why did I agree to meet up with him?

That's all I can think about for the rest of the school day and through dance practice.

"Spit it out would you," my best friend, Brielle, snaps as she shakes my shoulders. "You've been missing steps all practice, so I know something is wrong with you. What is it?"

Tucking my hair behind an ear, I release a long sigh.

"Cameron Walker asked me out on a date tonight and I told him I would go," I answer, knowing there's no point trying to keep it a secret.

In fact, it's probably for the best she gets involved so she can smack me back to reality.

Once a man-whore always a man-whore.

He's planning to find a way into my pants. I should've known better than to be fooled by his victim act earlier. There's no way I actually hurt his feelings.

"What? So, he's going to pick you up?" she wonders, pulling her thick curly hair back into a ponytail as we finish changing out of our dance uniforms.

"No, I'm going to meet up with him somewhere."

She props a leg up on the bench I'm sitting at and pinches my nose.

"You mean to say you were going to meet with him but will actually stand him up, right?" she quirks a brow, and I sense a threat behind her intense stare. "We know his game. You should tell your parents so that you have a reason to bail on him."

Brielle and I have been best friends since elementary school and have always had each others backs. We sort of had to since being raised in christian families made us targets for bullies growing up.

The thing is, she loves pleasing her parents and embracing their beliefs while I have always struggled to conform. Being the girl who does everything by the book, gets good grades, dresses modest, and spends her weekends at church events rather than parties has been my life all through high school and now that I'm a senior I've been aching for something different.

I guess I just don't want to look back ten years from now and realize I wasted so many years being invisible or bullied for nothing. Turning the other cheek just isn't cutting it for me anymore.

This year I'm turning tables, and Cameron might be the key in helping me do so.

"Earth to Rebecca. Hello? Are you still with us?" she asks, waving her hands in my face.

Meeting her concerned gaze, I begin tapping a foot.

"Yeah, you're right," I lie.

"Good, let's go."

Grabbing the rest of my things, I shut my locker and join her on a walk out of the school's back doors where my dad is waiting to pick us up.

While Brielle greets him and loads her bags in the car, I catch the ringing of a whistle and squint with a hand above my eyes to watch the soccer team run laps around the field.

Evidently, it's not hard spotting the man-whores considering the cheerleaders raise their pom-poms and scream out their names every time one of them completes a lap.

At some point, Patrick and Cameron make their way over to girls just long enough to lift their shirts and even from this distance I can tell they've got muscle definition (a.k.a my weakness, abs). The cheerleader go wild, one faints, and the coaches start yelling at the boys.

"What's all that commotion?" my dad wonders as he joins my side, slipping my gym bag off my shoulders. "Oh," he suddenly shakes his head, and then covers my view with the palm of his hand. "Nothing to see there, Darling. Athletes and boys aren't worth going to Hell for."