way out of the conversation. She spotted a girl staring at them. As soon as Becca caught her, the girl looked away.
“That girl,” she said to Cam, and pointed. “Is that your girlfriend?”
A small smile and a tinge of pink appeared on his face. “No, that’s Blake.”
“But you like her.”
He laughed it off. “What? That’s crazy, I didn’t … She’s not … She wouldn’t like me. She’s gorgeous.” His eyes were on Blake, but she had turned to talk to someone next to her.
“She likes you, I can tell.”
“No …” he said, but something in his tone asked for an elaboration.
“She was just looking over here at you, and looking totally jealous that I was talking to you.” It was obvious, and it’s not like she wanted Cam’s attention for herself, so she might as well tell him.
“Really?” Cam looked doubtful.
Becca rolled her eyes. “Blake!”
“No, don’t—”
The girl looked up, surprised to see who was calling her name.
“Come here!” Becca motioned.
Blake glanced at Cam, who looked like he wanted to run but was too paralyzed with fear to do so. She walked over to them.
“I’m Becca. You know Cam?”
She nodded and smiled at him sheepishly. “Yes. Hi, Cam.”
“Hi.”
Ugh. “Yes okay, so you guys totally like each other. So,” she said, and shrugged, “talk or whatever,” and then she wandered off.
A little while later, Johnny sat down next to Becca and asked if she was having fun. This close, and with a little more light on him than before, she could see that he was cute. Or maybe that was just that last shot sinking in.
“Yeah, it’s pretty good.” She felt Dana’s eyes on her. She was jealous that Johnny was all about talking to Becca. And Becca couldn’t help but rub it in. She tossed her hair and looked charmingly at him. “So tell me about you, Johnny.”
“Well, what do you want to know?”
“Becca!”
She turned from Johnny to see Madison beckoning her over with a flapping hand.
“What?”
“Come outside with us!”
“Sorry,” she said to Johnny. She saw that her roommate was now talking to Max.
Careful, Dana dear, you don’t want to mess with Becca and what she wants.
“Come on, you!” She pulled Dana away. “You will be social from now on. I accept nothing less. I can’t believe you don’t know anyone at your own school.”
Dana smiled apologetically at Max.
As soon as they were outside, she untangled her arm from Dana’s and sat down on the sand with Blake (who was positively beaming), Madison and Julia. Everyone was clearly less worried about being quiet than they had been at first, and were laughing and talking without filter.
“So, Becca,” Blake started, “who do you think is hot?”
All the girls laughed. Becca simply smiled back. “I’m not telling.”
Of course not. She needed to be told who everyone else wanted first.
“Oh, come on,” Julia cooed. “Who? Is it Johnny?”
She started to shake her head when Madison cooed.
“Ooh, he’s so sweet. He’d be, like, the best boyfriend.”
“Max is pretty attractive, too,” Becca said.
“Well, obviously.” Julia rolled her eyes. “Everyone knows that, but he’s not even worth it.”
“Why not?”
“Everyone has had a crush on him at some point,” Madison elaborated. “But he’s just …”
“Unattainable?” Becca filled in the blank. That’s who she’d have to go for, then. Too bad he’d already exhibited little to no interest in her.
“Exactly.” Blake nodded. “I do want to warn you though, Becca.” Blake leaned in a little bit. “The girls at this school will be crazed with jealousy if you get together with Max.”
So she couldn’t act like that was her plan…. Becca shrugged. “Maybe he’s gay and that’s why he doesn’t date.”
Everyone laughed again, but then made it very clear that no one thought that was the case.
Madison, who was clearly seeing the world in double, leaned toward Becca. “No, but seriously. Seriously. Max is so hot. But you and Johnny would be so cute together!”
“I don’t know, Max is okay,” she said, playing it cool. He was much more than okay. And that’s why she had to have him. But she couldn’t seem too interested—not to anyone.
“What?” Everyone squealed in unison.
Madison’s jaw dropped. “I’ll be right back.” She darted inside.
“What’s she doing?” Becca asked.
“Probably puking,” Julia said simply. “Okay, but so you’re not into Johnny. I don’t know, I mean—”
The boathouse screen door flew open and Madison stumbled out, dragging Max behind her.
“I got Max!”
Julia and Blake burst into laughter.
“Oh, my God! I can’t believe you did that!” said Julia.
Becca stood cautiously and raked a hand through her hair. “Are you even drunk?”
“Not as drunk as you.”
She raised an eyebrow.
Madison slung an arm over each of their shoulders. A struggle for her because she was probably about five feet, Becca was five-nine, and Max had to be about six-two.
“Guys, I have a secret.” Madison was trying to whisper but barely succeeding. Julia and Blake were listening intently, ready to laugh at any second. “Max. Becca thinks you might be gay.”
He raised his eyebrows and grinned, exposing straight white teeth. “That so?”
Becca smiled. “I was hypothesizing, since it was said that apparently you never
