Becky sat on the cracked red plastic of the coffee shop’s last booth and glumly stared into her cup. Her whole life seemed, at that moment, to stretch out as an unending source of boredom. Two weeks out of High School, two weeks for the excitement of graduation to wear off, and she had to face the reality that High School was going to be the absolute best time of her life.
It made her want to cry. “Damn it! It wasn’t even that good!” She told the salt and pepper shakers, “I don’t want that to be the best there is.” Angry tears, the same angry tears she’d been fighting for days, welled up and threatened to drop. One day she’d let them fall. She hadn’t already because she’d a good idea it wouldn’t help.
“Um, Hi, Becky.”
It was Christie, the most popular girl in the school. The head cheerleader. The Homecoming Queen. The Prom Queen. Becky had always been torn between hating Christie’s guts and envying her everything.
“Hi, Christie.” What does she want? Becky wondered.
“Can I, uh, can I join you?” Christie was nervous about something, it was plain from the hesitancy and the way she shifted from one foot to another. Her big, cornflower colored eyes stared anxiously into Becky’s. Intrigued, Becky nodded and motioned to the bench opposite.
“Go ahead.”
Christie slid into the booth and smiled brilliantly at Becky. “Thanks. So what have you been doing since graduation?” Becky knew she was staring, knew she should stop, but it was so strange to have Christie even talking to her, let alone making conversation.
At school Christie was the center of the in-crowd, and they almost never mixed with the black kids. “Nothing, much. I’m trying to figure out what I’m going to do.” Christie hesitated then looked at her hands as she said, “I sorta thought you were going to marry Richie.”
Did she want Richie? Was that it?
“No. I’m not getting married. I don’t think I’ll ever get married.”
Why did she say that? Becky didn’t want Miss Popular knowing she wasn’t wanted; even if she didn’t want any of the guys.
“Really? I… Me either. I mean, it’s such a dead end, you know?”
Christie started to relax. “I didn’t want that and it seems like everybody pushes you to do it, all the guys, my friends, my family… I just don’t want to. I think it’s great that you don’t want it either. It’s like a validation of what I’m feeling, y’know?”
“You don’t need validation from me!” Becky snapped. It made her angry, whatever little game Christie was playing was not something she wanted any part of. She looked around for the rest of Christie crowd, wondering when the laughter would start, wondering what the joke was.
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