The Wives of Beverly Row 1: Lust Has a New Address by Abby Weeks Page A
Authors: Abby Weeks
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squealed and they all laughed again.
Becky looked up and down the hall for a sign leading to the office. She didn’t see one. There were some more kids in the corridor and they were beginning to look at her because of the scene the mean girls were creating. Becky wished she could just run down the corridor and hide in a washroom but she knew that would just make her look even more ridiculous.
Instead she put on as tough a face as she knew how and walked toward the girls. As she approached them they stopped laughing. It was always the same way with bullies. As soon as you stood up to them they backed right off. The girl with the knee-high socks came to the front of the group. She seemed to be the leader of the little clique and the only one with any courage.
All of them seemed to be about Becky’s grade, sophomore. She stood in front of the girl with the socks. She was tall, had beautifully smooth skin, shoulder-length brown hair, expensive clothes. She was about as intimidating as a sixteen-year-old girl could be but Becky refused to be afraid of her. She knew she was pretty herself. She had blonde hair, she was wearing a cute tartan skirt that her mother had taken her out to buy the day before. She knew she looked good and she reminded herself of that as she stood in front of the group of mean girls.
She was sweating because of the intensity of the situation. The strap of her bag on her shoulder felt heavy. She took a deep breath.
“Look,” she said to the girl, “you don’t know me so I’m going to give you a second chance. By the end of the week, every boy on every sports team in this school is going to know who I am. If they don’t, they’re going to want to know me. I’m going to be popular as fuck in this school and if you don’t tell me right now where the main office is, I’m going to spend the rest of the year making sure you regret it.”
That got her attention! Becky had even surprised herself. She had no idea where that had come from. She’d never spoken like that before in her life. She was completely bluffing, she had no idea whether or not she was going to be popular in this school but there was no way in hell she was going to let this mean bitch make a fool out of her on her very first day.
The girl looked straight at Becky. At first she looked like she was going to cry, then she looked angry, but it was clear that the tables had turned. The other girls and the other kids in the corridor were looking at Becky differently now. It wasn’t every day that someone stood up to the mean girls and everyone knew it. Becky wasn’t sure how the girl was going to react. It looked like she might have a fight on her hands.
Then she heard her name being called. “Becky!” That surprised her too. She didn’t know anyone in this school. Who could possibly be calling her name?
She turned around and saw Kyle coming toward her. He looked tall and strong and handsome with his broad chest and wide smile. His arms were muscular and strong. Becky had never seen a boy look so good in all her life.
“She knows Kyle Roycroft,” one of the mean girls whispered.
Kyle had jock written all over him and his timing was perfect.
“One second, Kyle,” Becky said as if he was her best friend in the world. “This chick was just about to direct me to the office.”
Becky looked at the girl. The girl looked back at Becky but the battle was over. Becky had won.
“It’s right down there,” the girl said, nodding down the corridor.
“Thank you,” Becky said, and rushed down the corridor before the mean girl changed her mind. Kyle followed.
XI
A RIEL WATCHED BECKY WALK UP the steps to the school. She prayed she’d have a good first day. She thought back on her own high school days and remembered how intense everything had felt. It was as if every feeling, every emotion, had been multiplied by a thousand.
She drove down Sunset and turned left into the UCLA campus. There was a Trader Joe’s across the campus
Becky looked up and down the hall for a sign leading to the office. She didn’t see one. There were some more kids in the corridor and they were beginning to look at her because of the scene the mean girls were creating. Becky wished she could just run down the corridor and hide in a washroom but she knew that would just make her look even more ridiculous.
Instead she put on as tough a face as she knew how and walked toward the girls. As she approached them they stopped laughing. It was always the same way with bullies. As soon as you stood up to them they backed right off. The girl with the knee-high socks came to the front of the group. She seemed to be the leader of the little clique and the only one with any courage.
All of them seemed to be about Becky’s grade, sophomore. She stood in front of the girl with the socks. She was tall, had beautifully smooth skin, shoulder-length brown hair, expensive clothes. She was about as intimidating as a sixteen-year-old girl could be but Becky refused to be afraid of her. She knew she was pretty herself. She had blonde hair, she was wearing a cute tartan skirt that her mother had taken her out to buy the day before. She knew she looked good and she reminded herself of that as she stood in front of the group of mean girls.
She was sweating because of the intensity of the situation. The strap of her bag on her shoulder felt heavy. She took a deep breath.
“Look,” she said to the girl, “you don’t know me so I’m going to give you a second chance. By the end of the week, every boy on every sports team in this school is going to know who I am. If they don’t, they’re going to want to know me. I’m going to be popular as fuck in this school and if you don’t tell me right now where the main office is, I’m going to spend the rest of the year making sure you regret it.”
That got her attention! Becky had even surprised herself. She had no idea where that had come from. She’d never spoken like that before in her life. She was completely bluffing, she had no idea whether or not she was going to be popular in this school but there was no way in hell she was going to let this mean bitch make a fool out of her on her very first day.
The girl looked straight at Becky. At first she looked like she was going to cry, then she looked angry, but it was clear that the tables had turned. The other girls and the other kids in the corridor were looking at Becky differently now. It wasn’t every day that someone stood up to the mean girls and everyone knew it. Becky wasn’t sure how the girl was going to react. It looked like she might have a fight on her hands.
Then she heard her name being called. “Becky!” That surprised her too. She didn’t know anyone in this school. Who could possibly be calling her name?
She turned around and saw Kyle coming toward her. He looked tall and strong and handsome with his broad chest and wide smile. His arms were muscular and strong. Becky had never seen a boy look so good in all her life.
“She knows Kyle Roycroft,” one of the mean girls whispered.
Kyle had jock written all over him and his timing was perfect.
“One second, Kyle,” Becky said as if he was her best friend in the world. “This chick was just about to direct me to the office.”
Becky looked at the girl. The girl looked back at Becky but the battle was over. Becky had won.
“It’s right down there,” the girl said, nodding down the corridor.
“Thank you,” Becky said, and rushed down the corridor before the mean girl changed her mind. Kyle followed.
XI
A RIEL WATCHED BECKY WALK UP the steps to the school. She prayed she’d have a good first day. She thought back on her own high school days and remembered how intense everything had felt. It was as if every feeling, every emotion, had been multiplied by a thousand.
She drove down Sunset and turned left into the UCLA campus. There was a Trader Joe’s across the campus
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