Page 51 of Nothing to Lose: Lost Trilogy: Part 1
Becca starts brushing her teeth, mumbling around the toothpaste about how there’s no way this Wrecker person did anything to anyone, and that she’s got all these marks on her body to prove it.
I feel out of sorts when I look her up and down, and I try not to sound too judgmental.
“To be honest, the way you look right now is not helping his cause if you plan on going to the police like that.”
My assessment seems to get her going. She is not the sweet friend I always thought she was.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
I move my arm up and down as if I’m doing a scan of her body. “You look like you got manhandled, Becca.”
She wipes the leftover toothpaste off her mouth, looking amused all of a sudden.
“Well, I did. In the best of ways.”
I don’t know what to say to that. Mostly due to the fact that I also got manhandled in the best of ways last night. And I begged for it. Oh my god, did I beg for it.
Becca takes me out of my misery and starts talking logistics. How is it possible that this guy she spent the night with was able to attempt murdering someone when they were together all night long? And now she wants to go to the police and vouch for him.
I’m stomped by this entire situation.
“How are we going to find out where they took him?” I wonder out loud.
Becca snaps her fingers toward the door. “What about the guy you spent the night with? Prick or whatever.”
Her purposely getting Puck’s name wrong is getting on my nerves.
“His name is Puck,notPrick.”
My clarification seems to soften her up a bit. “I’m sorry. Do you think he could tell me where to find Dylan?”
“Who’s Dylan?” the question is out of my mouth before I think better of it, and we’re back to her being aggravated and annoyed with me.
“Wrecker! I already told you!”
My bitchy side comes out. “You didn’t tell me you fornicated with a criminal before when you came to Texas, so how would I know?”
“Who the hell says things likefornicate?” she looks at me incredulously. “And since when are you this judgmental?”
I actually feel ashamed of myself. I have no idea why I am reacting this way. I mean, it is a huge deal, but she is my best friend, and I should want to help her however I can. I am not good in cases of emergency though, not when it comes to my personal life.
I shake my hands for a second and take a deep breath.
“I’m so sorry,” I murmur, struggling not to cry. “I’m a little scared. Who are these guys? I can’t believe this is who my father hired to drive us around while here.”
Becca refuses to look at me at this point. She grabs her bag and gets us out the door, on a mission now to find Puck and Blake. I just follow her quietly, neither one of us saying another word on our trip in the elevator.
“I’m so sorry,” I whisper to her when I can’t stand the tension between us any longer, but she ignores me.
She spots Blake and takes off in close to a run to catch up to him. He doesn’t seem to be excited at all to see either one of us.
I space out a bit while they talk, until I bring my attention back to their conversation. And just in time from the sound of it. Blake is giving Becca a hard time.
“I understand that he’s being accused of having tried to kill someone.” She looks at me for help, and I nod in agreement.
Blake is less than impressed. “Where did you hear that?”
I decide now it’s a good time for me to prove my friendship to Becca.
