Christie smiled. “I know what you’re thinking. I know why you always looked at me like I was after something when I said Hi to you. I didn’t really approach you in school because it would’ve made life Hell for both of us, but I always wanted to. Now that we’re out of school, though, we can do anything we want. What I want is to be your friend.”
Becky swallowed at the obvious sincerity in Christie’s voice. “Oh.”
Christie’s smile laughed at her, just a little. “Yeah. Oh.”
“Well,” Becky, hesitated, then cast caution to the winds. “Well, I guess that would be okay.” There was an awkward little silence and then Christie smiled ruefully.
“Would you like to come to my house?” Christie lived in the richest side of town. It would be something to see.
“Sure.” It figured that the Prom Queen would have a little red convertible. Becky felt vaguely ridiculous getting into it, but the warm summer air that blew into her face as they sped down the street felt great and almost instantly she started to relax.
“What kind of music do you like?” Christie motioned to the glove compartment. “See if there’s anything in there.” CD’s but some surprises. Christie, it seemed, liked funk and metal in equal doses. Becky pulled out some James Brown and Christie nodded. “Crank it up! I love it loud.”
As they drove, Becky had a few moments of evil satisfaction as they sped across town, the wind in their hair and music leaving an almost visible trail behind them. They passed several of Christie’s friends who waved and looked surprised at who she had with her. Christie just looked happy. Just as Becky expected, they turned into the drive of a home that just missed being a mansion. Christie bounded out of the car.
These two cheerleaders are going to party!
