Free Honor Student by Teresa Mummert Page B

but I ignored
it, smiling to myself.
    “Something is up with you.” Becka grinned,
but I waved the way her accusation.
    “Let’s watch a movie or something.” I said,
eyeing up the flat screen at the foot of her bed. The television
was enormous. The one in the living room of my house was much
smaller and was not one of the new models that could be hung on the
wall.
    “What are you in the mood for?” she asked,
but I could tell she already had something in mind.
    “Nothing sad” I warned. The last thing I
wanted was to bring down my mood. As Becka dug through her
collection of DVDs, I pulled out my phone and checked the messages
William had sent.
    Not funny. I can think of a few ways to
punish you later.
    I smiled and sent a quick reply.
    Looking forward to it.
    “How about something scary?” Becka asked,
eyeing my phone.
    “Sounds good.” I replied and slipped the
phone back into my pocket. I felt it vibrate again but resisted the
urge to check it. I was getting whiplash from Mr. Honor’s crazy
mood swings. I needed to step back from him and figure out what it
was that I wanted from him. Now was not that time. I was too high
to think and when I tried to think of him all I could imagine was
his lips on mine.
    “What are you scared of” Becka said as she
plopped on the bed next to me.
    “What?” I asked, feeling like she was reading
my thoughts.
    “The movie. I know its lame but I figured we
could get a good laugh out of it.” She explained, pulling a pillow
from behind me and tucking it under her head.
    “Oh…sounds good.” I replied, laying back on
the bed and grabbing a cookie.
    The next few hours were a blur. All I could
think about was what William was doing. I excused myself to use the
bathroom so I could check my messages.
    You will be sorry you said that.
    My heart thudded in my chest as I thought
over sending him another message.
    I miss you.
    I hit send and regretted it immediately. My
phone vibrated within seconds.
    Emma, don’t.
    I felt a lump form in my throat. Did he not
have any feelings towards me at all? I left the bathroom, trying to
hide the sadness in my face.
    “What do you want to do now?” She asked as
she lit the joint again.
    “Forget” I said as I took it from her hands
and drew a long hard breath.
    “Easy enough. Let’s go out.” She replied with
a grin. She stared at me anxiously, waiting for my reply. If
William did not care, why should I?
    “Let’s do it.” I smiled back, not sure it was
the best idea.
    “Great!” Becka screamed as she grabbed my
arms. “We’ll find something hot to wear and I’ll call Claire. I
know Jeff will be excited to see you.” She teased.
    “What should we wear?” I asked, hoping she
had something comfortable in mind.

Chapter Nineteen
    After one long excruciating hour of trying on
clothes we finally agreed that I was going to wear something that
was entirely too revealing no matter how uncomfortable it made
me.
    “You look great!” Becka exclaimed. I tugged
at the tight black skirt, trying to add a little more length. I
crossed my arms over my chest, which was now in full view for all
to see. “Show some confidence! The guys are going to be all over
you!”
    “Who says I want that?” I asked as I turned
to look in her bathroom mirror.
    “Come on.” She grabbed my arm and pulled me
out of the bathroom. After waiting a moment at the top of the
stairs, to make sure her parents were not around, we snuck out the
front door.
    Becka drove a small red convertible that
looked like a toy. I carefully lowered myself down, trying not to
expose myself in the tiny skirt. We drifted out of the driveway so
her parent’s would not hear us leave. As we hit the road, Becka
revved her engine and took off down the road. She cranked the
radio, singing at the top of her lungs along with ‘Highway to
hell’. I laughed and sang along with her, finally beginning to
relax.
    We pulled up outside of Claire’s house about
fifteen minutes later. Becka