Becky could see the look of slight worry in Olive's eyes. She wrinkled her nose as she grinned. "It's just for fun, sweetie," she said. She closed her eyes and counted, facing a different direction so she'd see a different boy.
One.
Two.
Three.
"Hey!" came an all too familiar voice. "Oh God," she said, rolling her eyes, standing up. "Good morning, Stanley. And Becca," she said, nodding at her rival with the all too similar name.
"I just wanted to show off my new girlfriend to the one that got away yesterday."
"I think I got the better of that evening," Becky said. "Considering that you got to the meet the end of your father's strap," she said loudly. It was a guess, of course, that he had been punished, but there was no way a league mom would let their child get away with the sort of behavior Stanley showed last night, and the Mortimers were a "father handles the discipline" sort of family.
The instant redness on Stanley's face gave away that that, indeed is what had happened. Laughter from those who heard ensued, and he looked livid but beaten. But Becca was not about to let her new man be torched like that without a fight.
She leaned in close to Becky and whispered "You really are an icy bitch," she said.
And suddenly Becky's hand made firm and very loud contact with Becca's face, and suddenly Becca pulled Becky's hair, and suddenly they were on the floor as a very excited circle formed around the fighting girls.
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