Chapter 62: Becca's Party

-Molly’s POV-

During the rest of Becca and I's classes, I barely paid attention, which wasn't uncommon. I had always hated schoolwork and classes. But I loved the fact that I was able to sit next to Becca. I knew for a fact that she was paying attention and probably taking notes.
She was probably the only reason I had managed to get through high school with my grades.
Even if I had wanted to pay attention, I couldn't bring myself to stop thinking about my feelings for Scott. No matter how many times I tried to pretend I didn't love him, my mind AND heart teamed up to call me a liar.
By the time classes were over for the day, I was so jumpy and agitated that Becca couldn't help but call me out on it.
"You okay?" she asked as we walked to meet our rides.
"Yeah... just a lot of info thrown at us today," I played it off with a laugh. "Don't know how I'm gonna make it through the year!"
Becca laughed and shook her head at me. "Molls, I didn't see you write one thing down! You're gonna have to do better than that!"
I shrugged nonchalantly, causing her to laugh once more.
"Alright, as soon as I rewrite my notes, I'll let you borrow them," she promised.
I swept her into another big hug as I saw Scott pulling up out of the corner of my eye.
"You are the best! I'll call you later?" I asked.
Becca nodded excitedly. "I really want to hear about the trip to Paris!"
Scott got out and waved to Becca. "Hey, hon! You want a ride?!"
"Thanks, Scott! But I'll just take the bus. I know my house is really far out of the way," Becca turned him down with a smile.
I almost wanted to insist, but I also knew that Scott had taken time out of his day to come to get me. The last thing I wanted to do was give his father any other reason to be upset with me.
"Alrighty, sweetie. I'll talk to you later, k? Don't let your parents get to you today. You're awesome the way you are!" I reminded her.
It was a habit I had gotten into in high school. I wanted to make sure Becca knew someone was on her side.
"Thanks, Molls," she replied softly and gave me another hug.
I hurried away and jumped in the car with Scott. I hated seeing Becca waiting by the bus stop and found myself angry, once again, at her parents for forcing her into this stupid situation. My mother had always supported me, even if she wasn't around as much as she should have been.
I'd always thought that Becca's mother had refused to let her learn how to drive for fear that she'd steal the car and run away. Becca had given me a different reason, but mine made more sense to me.
"What are you thinking so hard about?" Scott called me from my thoughts.
I turned to him. "I was just thinking how unfair it is that Becca has to be forced into this... child-like state when all she wants is to have a decision in her own life. While I'm sitting here with all the choices in the world and have no idea what I want to do."
"It's all about growing up and taking responsibility for yourself," Scott replied. "That is something everyone has to learn. Becca will make her choice one day. You just gotta keep supporting her."
My gut twisted at his words, and I couldn't help but feel as if they were being applied to me as well. He didn't say it was specifically about me. But the implication was there.
"So... do you feel the same way about me?" I asked softly.
Scott went silent for a few minutes. Long enough that the knot in my stomach expanded and wrapped itself around my heart.
"I umm... I think that you are spontaneous and sometimes act before you think. But that's not necessarily a bad thing sometimes," Scott explained kindly.
I knew he was trying not to hurt my feelings, but his words did not help as much as he seemed to have wanted them to.
"Oh," I replied quietly.
I had thought Scott had finally gotten over that thought process. After everything that had happened, I had hoped Scott would finally see me as an adult. But now I was wondering if that hadn't been some sort of vain hope.
Scott reached across the car and took my hand. "I don't mean it as an insult, baby girl. You are a wonderful woman. Without your spontaneity, we would be where we are."
Despite his words, I was still left with mixed emotions. I wanted his words to comfort me, and they did, but not as much as I'm sure he meant them to soothe me.
"Scott, I know you--" the ringing of Scott's phone interrupted me before I could explain how I felt.
"Sorry, baby girl. One second, I have to take this," Scott said as he answered the phone.
The voice of one of his coworkers filled the car, and they immediately launched into a long-winded conversation about work. I tuned them out and watched the streets race by as my mind returned to our own conversation. I didn't know if I was overthinking it or not, but it was definitely something I wanted to discuss with Scott when he was off the phone.
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I looked over the dress that my mom and I had picked out for Becca and couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement. Mom had wanted something special for Becca since we couldn't do anything for her ACTUAL birthday. I had convinced her to let me get her a dress that would be better suited to Becca's sweet personality. Of course, it hadn't taken much convincing since my mother was fully aware of Ingram.
Then again... I couldn't say that I was only excited to put a damper on that horrible woman's day. No... I was excited because I was finally going to be able to spend some time with Scott.
It had been so long since he and I had any time together that didn't include coming and going from school. I would have included that time as well, except Becca had gotten asked if we could drive her to and from school. She wouldn't give me a reason, but she had genuinely seemed upset and I couldn't have said no if I had wanted to.
But that wasn't going to happen tonight! Tonight, Scott was going in place of his father, and I was going to support my best friend. Which meant, inadvertently, we were going together.
I couldn't have been happier.
"Ready to go?" Scott said as he came into my room.
My knees went weak as I got my first glimpse of him. He was devastatingly handsome, and tonight he was allll mine. I quickly packed up the presents again and replaced the box cover.
"Almost. Just gotta grab a few things to go with the dress. Becca is going to look amazing tonight!" I told him excitedly.
"You look amazing," Scott said softly, drawing my attention to him.
His eyes were running over my body as if they were tiny fingers. My body heated up as he slowly perused me. I gave him a saucy smile, loving that he could make me feel so amazing with a look.
In two steps, he was right in front of me, his hand grasping my chin gently. Slowly, he lowered his head down and brushed his lips against mine. With a sigh, I leaned into him, silently begging him for more.
He chuckled. "Later, little one. Right now, we've got to your friend's party. But you look even more beautiful with that flush of arousal on your cheeks. I will do my best to keep it there tonight."
The arousal Scott spoke of slammed hard into my gut, and my panties grew damp. I knew I was in for a long night ahead of me, but I couldn't bring myself to feel upset about it.