it’s a question she’s used to, her friendship with steve was the talk of the town for a while, with speculation coming in right and left. it’s not a novel concept to her, a guy and a girl being friends and nothing more, so she doesn’t understand why it’s so foreign to others. still– while part of her wishes the assumptions would stop, she’s grateful for them. those assumptions will keep her secret safe after all.
her gaze redirects from the shelf in front of her to the shorter girl, her eyebrow raised,
❝ one, no we’re not dating and steve, well he, ❞ she takes a breath, she knows her best friend has a reputation, that doesn’t mean she’s okay with it,
❝ he’s actually not terrible.. he isn’t that douchebag everyone thinks he is. i mean, yeah, he’s a flirt, but he’s a really great person. i wouldn’t be friends with him otherwise, y'know? ❞
“yeah. didn’t know him when i knew him... when he was mister jock.” there was almost a bitterness to her tone. a sort of--resentment. becky leaned on the shelf slightly, a frown present on her features. “guys like that don’t truly change...” she looked down before shaking her head. “enough about harrington. we need a girls night or something.”