Thursday, July 1st, 20:05 PM ( 8:05 PM)
Beck handed over his drink to his friend and walked toward his girlfriend and the guy she was flirting with. Anger appeared, and his vision went blurry, ready to fight this guy. He rarely understood what they were talking about, but Beck knew he didn't like it.
Emma, who didn't notice her boyfriend yet, just continued flirting away with a guy who she thinks is way hotter than Beck.
She leaned forward, whispering something to the guy's ear, and both of them laughed, and Beck finally stood in front of them.
"What're you guys talking about? I want to know as well," he suddenly said, making sure both of them jolt up to face bright light blue eyes glaring down at them. Her face paled in shock, catching a glimpse of her boyfriend in front of her.
"Babe, it's not what you think." Emma tried to explain herself, leaning away from the guy to whom she just whispered something in his ear. Beck clenched his fist in anger, knowing she was lying to him in front of a crowd at the party. They both didn't know who threw it in the first place.
Beck chuckled coldly, giving her a cold glare, "You know what, you two have your little fun with each other. " He turned away from them, walked out, and didn't party without looking back. Without a word to his friends, who invited him along.
Emma stood up from the sofa, trying to catch up with him, trying to apologize, but he was already out the door.
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-Now-
Lockroom of East Shores High School
Friday, July 2nd, 16:12 PM ( 4:12 PM)
Beck stared down at the message from the lock screen he thought was Emma.
Friday, July 2nd
Unknown: <[ Who's this]
Send at 16:12 PM ( 4:12 PM)
Confused while looking at his phone, Beck put his shirt on, still holding his phone in one hand. Weird, then who am I talking to? Beck wondered, heading to his message screen.
Beck B.:<[ So, this isn't Emma Taylor?]
Send at 16:14 PM. ( 4:14 PM)
He waits till the mysterious person replies. After he finished getting dressed, he grabbed his belongings. Before he left the locker room, his phone pinged.
Unknown:<[ No]
Send at 16:17 PM ( 4:17 PM)
His brows furrowed in question; he texted back.
Beck B.:<[ Then, am I talking to one of her friends? Could you tell her I'm sorry for what I did last night ?]
Send at 16:22 PM (4:22 PM)
It has to be, right? Beck thought. Another waited until the reply was back; he headed out of the locker room when his phone pinged once again.
Unknown:<[ First, I can't. Second, I'm not her friend, so you're out of luck in that situation. I don't know what you did, but it's none of my business, so you better off trying to talk to her when you get the chance, dude]
Send at 16:25 PM ( 4:25 PM)
Whoever this person is, I'm now more interested in who this person would be, Beck guessed, chuckling a bit, saving the number on his phone as he left the school building.