Mean Girls: New Girl / Confessions of an Angry Girl / Here Lies Bridget / Speechless
told me. I didn’t know when I—” Furious humiliation filled my chest. “Dana suggested it.”
“I figured it was something like that.”
I tried to smile, but it didn’t work, and I just ended up taking a deep breath and looking at him. “I don’t know what everyone’s problem is. I realize I could never compare to B-Becca.” I had never sounded so pitiful. I’d never talked about myself like this. I’d never felt like this. “But everyone could stop telling me … Dana yelled at me about it the other day….”
I wanted to be honest, but instead I was just coming off as whiny. I didn’t feel like I could explain quite what it had felt like when Dana had said what she had. Or what dream or ghost Becca had just told me.
“You’re nothing like her.”
“Yeah, I get that.” My bitterness was not fully disguised. I bit the inside of my cheek anxiously. The whole “you’re not better or worse, you’re just different” response was not making me feel any more confident. “I don’t know. I just wanted to get away for a little while, I guess. And then I fell asleep or something.”
Or something. That was the only explanation. But it had been so incredibly vivid. Her smoke had made me cough. I’d smelled her. I’d heard her voice. Can you do all that in a dream? Obviously so, I guessed, but it still left me with a creepy feeling. But her cigarette had been on the ground … it could have just been left there from some other time, I supposed. But …
“It just felt like she was there,” I said out loud, without meaning to. I quickly looked up at Max.
“What?” he asked sharply.
I shook my head, regretting what I was about to say. “I don’t know. I fell asleep. I had a d-dream or whatever … and she was there. Becca was there.”
There was a pause. “You’ve never even met her.”
“Obviously. It was strange. I could hear her talking to me, and she was just … right here.” I held my hand in front of me to show how near to me her stupid, flawless skin had been. “She was chilly … just icy. The way she spoke, that is. And she smelled like … she smelled like cigarettes and liquor … but then this perfume that sort of made the other smells more agreeable.”
Max’s jaw clenched. “What was she saying?”
I shook my head. “Nothing important.”
“Tell me anyway.”
“I don’t even remember. I just know I was startled when you … I could have sworn the light had been on when I fell asleep.”
“It’s an old boathouse. It hasn’t been used in years, I’m sure the wiring is just faulty.”
I bent over onto my knees, mentally exhausted. I heard Max rise, and then felt him next to me. He pulled me by my shoulders so that he was holding me against his chest. He was warm, and I was cold.
“You’re fine.”
I wished I could believe him. The silence that came between us was comforting and still. He ran his hand over my hair for a few minutes, until we both finally drifted to sleep. It was the best rest I’d had since before I found out I was going to Manderley.
I awoke hours later to Max whispering my name and giving my shoulder a light squeeze.
“We should go,” he said quietly. “If we’re caught out of bed like this, we’ll get in trouble.”
The idea of getting in trouble had been appealing since I arrived. Getting expelled and having to go back home seemed like a win-win for me. But all of a sudden it didn’t sound so good.
We walked out into the silent halls, and walked to the girls’ dorm door. He didn’t say anything, and neither did I. Somehow it wasn’t awkward at all.
When we arrived at the door, I glanced at Max and smiled nervously.
“Thanks,” I said. “For … you know, whatever.”
He smiled back. “Don’t worry about it. I hope you feel better.”
“I do.”
The moment changed, suddenly, as we both knew we were finished talking. He leaned in and put a hand on my neck, then kissed my cheek. I felt it turn hot.
I opened the door to go, and then spewed the question I hadn’t even known I was going to ask.
“Do you think … she might have been there?”
His face turned to stone. “No, of course not. Just a dream.”
We caught eyes. He looked very serious, and he looked like he was going to say something and then changed his mind. He held up his hand and said, “I’ll see you later on.”
I wished I hadn’t asked. But it was too late.
chapter 14 becca
THE NIGHT OF THE HALLOWEEN BALL. FINALLY.
Becca had ordered her Marilyn Monroe dress online a month ago, and couldn’t wait to wear it. Now finally, her hair was curled, the red lipstick on, the beauty mark in place, and the eyeliner had given her that sultry look. She looked in the mirror and seethed.
She was just bland, bland and more bland. Plain hair, plain skin, plain eyes, plain everything. She was boring to look at. Not like Dana, who looked like Cleopatra even though she’d been talked into going to the ball dressed as a witch.
Dana had asked Becca to help her get ready. So now her hair was straightened, her eyes were rimmed with dark liner and she was wearing the same red lipstick as Becca. But she looked too good. And Becca was torn between making her look good to show how she, Becca, could turn an ugly duckling into a swan, and making her look worse.
“Almost finished,” Becca said, grabbing her eye shadow kit. Green. She filled the blush brush with it and powdered it onto Dana’s face. She couldn’t go all-out green, but just enough to take her pristine skin to a slightly sickly level.
“What are you doing? Is that green?”
“You are a witch don’t forget.”
Now, one more thing and Dana would be finished.
Becca drew a big spot on her nose and used other colors from her eye shadow kit to make it look as wartlike as she could.
“Okay, you’re all set.”
“Can I look?” Dana said, standing. It was hard not to laugh as she smiled, having no idea there was a big black dot on her face.
“Um, sure.” She really hoped Dana didn’t object. She still looked good, but hopefully with the green tinge and wart, she’d look at least a little less pretty than Becca.
But Dana just laughed when she looked in the mirror. “I look like a witch, that’s for sure.” Her smile ruined the ugliness.
“Come on, we have to go.” Becca turned and marched out of the bathroom. She dropped her things off on her bed, and they were on their way.
Tonight, Becca was determined to make everyone sure that Max and she were in love. She knew exactly how.
When she met him in the dining hall, she smiled broadly.
“You look very handsome.” Becca reached up and kissed him on the cheek.
Max smiled, too, and kissed her back. “You, too.”
“Although it’s kind of a vague costume. Who are you again, just anyone from the fifties?”
He looked down at his suit. “I guess.”
“If you weren’t wearing a fedora it would be impossible to tell.”
He laughed and put an arm around her. “Let’s go.”
They