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It’s Lilly. Sorry for being a complete bitch the last couple of days. We’re all heading to The Vault later. You should come. Please come!
I’m sorry. xo
My first reaction was relief,but as I read the text again, confusion swam through me. And questions… lots of questions.
What about Scarlett? She doesn’t want me there.
She won’t be there.
You’re sure?
I felt bad even asking,given that Scarlett was the one who had brought me into their group. But I wasn’t ready to be around her; not until I could be certain her problem was life and not me.
Promise.
Okay, see you later.
Yay! You won’t regret it, I promise.
Trudging over to my closet,I wished I’d gone shopping. Aside from the tank top I wore last weekend, I had nothing to work with. Grabbing my oldest pair of True Religion jeans, I took them over to my desk, pulled the scissors out of the pen caddy, and started hacking.
“Becca?” Mom’s voice filtered through the door. “You didn’t come and say hello.”
“Sorry, I, uh, bad day.”
The handle rattled, and Mom slipped inside, her eyes widening with alarm when she noticed the scissors in my hand. “What on earth are you doing?”
“I need something to wear tonight.”
“Tonight?”
“Uh, yeah, a few of us are hanging out at Scarlett’s again.”
“And you couldn’t just wear jeans?” Her eyebrow quirked up.
“I wanted a change.”
Concern creased her face, but she didn’t say whatever was on her mind. Instead, she said, “Don’t be home too late, okay?”
“You got it, Mom.”
She left, and I changed into my new jean shorts. They rode low on my hips and showed a lot of skin, more than I was used to, so I wiggled out of them and found some black stockings to wear underneath. Slipping into my wedge sneakers, I went to my closet and chose a loose-fitting white t-shirt with a black heart motif. Tucking it into my jeans, I slid some chunky bracelets back over my wrist before adding mascara to my eyelashes and gloss to my lips.
When I moved in front of the full-length mirror, my eyes widened with surprise. The girl staring back at me barely resembled the old Becca, but I couldn’t deny the spark of excitement swirling inside me. A year ago, I would never have imagined myself wearing something like this, but I liked it. The individuality, the freedom to express yourself. At Montecito Prep, we all looked like carbon copies of one another—at Credence High, everyone rocked their own style. Slipping my cell phone in my bag, I headed downstairs.
“Mom, I’m leaving. I’ll be back before midnight.” I rushed to the door, eager to avoid another ‘scene.’ But just as my hand reached for the door, she appeared in the doorway.
“I don’t think it’s ever going to get easier seeing you dressed up like that.”
“I’m not dressed up, Mom. This is what all the kids at school wear.”
She frowned. “It’s so… different. It’ll take some getting used to.”
Jogging back to her, I pressed a kiss to her cheek and smiled. “I’m still me, promise. I’ll see you later, okay?”
Mom’s lips pulled into a flat line, but she managed a small nod. “Just be careful. I love you, Becca.”
I was almost out of the door as I replied. “Love you too, Mom.”
