Date: Wed, 12 Nov 2003 00:41:17 -0800
From: RC in Sacramento <sacwriter@hotmail.com>
Subject: Becka the Beast, Chapter 23

This is a work of fiction from a first time author. It depicts acts of sex
and sexuality between two teenage females. If such content disturbs you, or
you are under 18, get out and stay out. As always, this story can only be
reproduced by consent of the author.

			Becka the Beast
			 by Sacwriter

Chapter 23***

	It turned out that the girls were wrong, Justine and Kelly hadn't told
anyone about the events of the day before at the mall. In fact, according to
Sammie, they had been strangely quiet to everyone all day long.
"Yeah, it's pretty weird alright," she said, as she looked around the
crowded lunch cafeteria. She and the Cameron sisters were there, sitting at
their usual table, but with the conspicuous absence of the other two girls.
And, she soon saw, they didn't appear to be anywhere in the large dining
room at all.
	"I have both of them in two classes this morning, and they weren't talking
to anybody. They were so quiet I think even the teachers noticed, so I'm
pretty sure they haven't blabbed about you guys yet.
	"I kept my ears open, and I haven't hear a thing about Sunday, but I sure
as hell heard a lot about this morning! I mean, my God, did you guys really
make out on the bus? I thought you were so worried about Justine and Kelly
spilling it all, and now it looks like you beat them to it. What were you
two thinking?"
	Becka and Gia shared wry, embarrassed looks. The younger girl heaved a sigh
before answering.
	"I guess we underestimated Justine and Kelly. We thought for sure they'd
have spread the word about us all over school by now, so whatever we did
wouldn't matter. And I guess things were just so weird this morning, and the
timing seemed so right, that, well..."
	Sammie looked puzzled, and started to ask a question about that morning's
`timing', but Becka waved her off.
	"Take our word for it, you just had to be there. The big thing is, we just
fucked up. We came out of the closet, even though we didn't have to. I guess
we just have to live with it now."
	Sammie studied Gia, and by the look on her face, she was pretty sure the
other girl had no intention of `just living with it.' She decided that she
really wanted to be around when the first person tried to give Gia a hard
time about being gay. Now that would be a show!
	Becka had been looking around the room as she spoke, and now she shared her
observations with the other two girls.
	"There's a lot of people staring at us today. More than usual, I mean. They
keep looking over here and whispering. I guess we know what they're talking
about, don't we?"
	Gia hung her head, the fierce scowl of a moment before wiped away by a look
of contrition and remorse.
	"I'm sorry, Becka. If I hadn't kissed you on the bus this morning, this
wouldn't be happening."
	Becka snorted. "There you go being sorry again. Dammit, Gia, everybody
already knew I was a dyke, the only thing that kiss told them was that I got
a pretty girlfriend. You're the only one who got outed today, not me."
	Becka reached out and lay her hand on top of the other girl's, and after a
while Gia turned hers over so that they could entwine their fingers. She
looked up from underneath dark bangs, giving her lover a mischievous smile.
	"So. Do you really think I'm pretty?"
	Becka barked a laugh and, grinning, raised her arm in invitation. Gia
scooted her chair over and slid in next to her, as the older girl pulled her
into an obviously comforting hug. Sammie could almost hear the whisper
stream double in volume, at the open display of affection. To hell with
them, she decided, she still thought it was romantic.

	Becka had been keeping an eye on a particular table across the cafeteria,
and a sudden activity there caused her attention to sharpen. There were four
boys seated there, and like everybody else they had been watching the table
with the two freaky dykes. But unlike the other tables, they hadn't kept
their comments to curious whispers, but instead had been loud and raucous.
The leers on their faces also made it clear just what they thought about an
openly lesbian relationship in their midst. One of the four had just stood
up, and it was obvious that his friends were inciting him to do something.
	"We got trouble," Becka said, nudging Gia away from her side. She nodded,
bringing their attention to the other table. Sammie looked over her
shoulder, and made a sound of disgust.
	"Oh, great. Gary Harper and his bunch of losers."
	"I take it we don't like these guys," said Gia, as she too studied the
group of loud talking boys. Becka could almost imagine the wheels turning in
her lovers' head, as she sized them up as potential threats.
		"Let's put it this way. If God ever decides to give Roosevelt High an
enema, that table is where he'd stick the tube."
	"They're assholes," Becka elaborated. She saw Gia nodding absently, her
attention now focused on the approaching boy. She was glad Gia was taking
this seriously. Harper and his crew were punks, but their were four of them,
and superior numbers could make even cockroaches brave.

	Gia was taking the threat seriously, but she wasn't particularly worried
about the arrogant boy who now approached them. She studied him closely,
mentally checking off all the telltale signs. Tall and good looking, or at
least he would have been, if not for the permanent sneer plastered on his
face. He wore clothes that were expensively casual, a western shirt with
ironed in creases and the sleeves half rolled, and a pair of tailored jeans
topped by a silver chased rodeo buckle. Gia was pretty sure this poser had
never even been to a rodeo, much less in one. Like a scientist with a new
bug, she had him typed and classified right from the start. No, Gia wasn't
afraid of this guy at all, and when Gary swaggered up to their table, she
decided to prove it.
	"Hey, you're Gary Harper, aren't you?" she opened, startling both him and
the other two girls sitting with her.

	Gary stopped, blinking in surprise, obviously unsure about this turn of
events. Finally he answered guardedly, "Yeah, I am, but I don't know you.
How do you know me?"
	"I don't. But your name is written on the walls of every girls' bathroom in
this place."
	Gary frowned, as he heard the sound of hushed laughter coming from the
nearby tables. This was all wrong, dammit. People weren't supposed to be
laughing at him, they were supposed to be laughing at that dyke Jackson, and
her little lesbo girlfriend. But now the girlfriend was making fun of him!
That's not the way this was supposed to be.
Gary felt uncertain, he was neither bright nor imaginative, and his
instincts were beginning to tell him to turn around and walk away from this
confrontation. But on the back of his neck he could still feel the eyes of
his friends watching, and under that pressure he just didn't have the balls
to back down.
	He scowled down at the dark haired girl. "Yeah? So what do they say about
me?" he demanded.
	"They say that even the girls in this school have bigger dicks than you."
	The following laughter was considerably louder, making Harper's face burn.
Even that other dyke was grinning at him, her insolence somehow cutting
deeper because he had planned the same kind of ridicule for her. Gary's eyes
kept shifting from point to point across the room, assessing the damage his
reputation was suffering, and not liking what he saw. Furious, he turned to
the source of his humiliation and took a threatening step forward.
	"Listen, you little dyke—" he began, but was cut off short when Gia
suddenly sprang to her feet and right into his face.

	"No, `little dick', YOU listen," she snapped, her voice rising loud enough
to be heard by the whole attentive crowd of lunch goers. Harper found
himself suddenly backpedaling to get away from the girl, who no longer
seemed to be so small and fragile. In fact, she was poking her finger
painfully hard into his chest to emphasize her next words.
	"You came over here to get your jollies by ragging on me and Becka, trying
to make us look like a couple of freaks in a circus! You thought you'd call
us names like `dyke' and `queer', and maybe even get us to cry so that you
can look like a big man in front the rest of your loser friends.
	"You want to talk about us? Fine! I'll start. Becka and I are gay. We're
lovers, we're in love, and we make love. Every night we have sex that's so
hot, you and your right hand can't even dream about how good it is. And if
you can't handle that, if you think that makes us sick or perverted, well
then FUCK YOU!"
	Gia emphasized the last two words by suddenly slamming both of her hands
against Gary's chest and shoving hard, causing the retreating boy to lose
his balance and topple over, landing butt first on the linoleum floor. While
the shell shocked figure lay gaping up at her, Gia snagged a paper cup full
of soda from a nearby table, and emptied it's contents all over his head. As
the sticky brown liquid dripped from his hair and soaked into the expensive
fabric of his shirt, Gia dropped the empty cup onto his lap, before turning
around and striding back towards her seat. Behind her, Gary Harper could
only sit in his puddle of soda and gape.
	Before Gia could get back to the table Becka, her Becka, rose from her seat
and held out her arms, taking her into a full embrace in front of the whole
room. Gia hugged her back, fierce and defiant, barely noticing that the room
had erupted into cheers and catcalls, and even some enthusiastic applause.
When she looked over Becka's shoulder, she could see Sammie on her feet too,
jumping up and down in her excitement, and adding her own applause to the
commotion.

	When they finally took their seats, the mood of the cafeteria had been
altered dramatically. They found that they were still the center of all
attention, but it was now friendly interest, filled with smiles and nods of
approval. Gia felt her face turning red, suddenly intimidated by her new
fame. She ducked her head and tried to return to her interrupted lunch as if
nothing had happened, but Becka wasn't having any of that. She punched the
other girl in the shoulder, grinning.
	"Hey, hotshot. Relax. If you're gonna pull a `Norma Rae' like that, you
gotta expect a little applause."
	"Gia, I can't believe what you just did!" Sammie put in, practically
dancing in her seat with excitement. "You didn't even give him a chance to
open his mouth, you just slammed that poser like he was a fly. No, like he
was a cockroach! It was incredible, everybody saw it and everybody heard you
say you're gay, but now you're, like, some kind of hero. I can't believe
this, this is just so incredibly cool! God, I wish Justine and Kelly had
been here to see this!"
	The mention of the two absent girls reminded Gia of how mad she was at
them, breaking part of the spell that her new found celebrity had been
weaving in her. She frowned, picking at the salad on her tray, suddenly
missing her other friends, and was reminded that not everybody approved of
what she was.
	"Yeah, well, I guess you can't have everything," she replied, finally
looking up from her tray.
	"Yeah, I know what you mean," Becka said, taking a bite of her own chili
cheese fries. "I really, really wanted to see you kick Harper's ass."
				* * *
The rest of the school day was totally bizarre, or at least it was for
Becka. She had known things would change when she and Gia came out, and made
it public that they were both gay. But what she had expected was more of the
same kind of pariah-hood that she had experienced most of her life. Fearful,
disgusted, or even openly hostile glances. Snide remarks shouted in the
hallway. Maybe even graffiti painted on her locker. Hell, she wouldn't even
have been surprise at a cross burning or two. But in her wildest dreams,
Becka had never imagined...this!
	Word of the encounter in the lunchroom had obviously spread just as fast as
had the story about the kiss on the bus. But the looks she and Gia had been
getting all morning were, she now realized, mostly just curious. What she
was experiencing now was unrestrained approval! People, total strangers who
still seemed to know who she was, were smiling at her, nodding and grinning
at the queer girl who they used to turn away from. A couple of the more
boisterous boys even called out her name, saying things like, `way to go,
Jackson!' It was so strange, as if she had turned a corner and suddenly
become someone else, someone well liked and popular. Becka found it
disorienting as hell.
	But by far the strangest thing wasn't the looks or the smiles or even the
friendly words shouted across the hallways. It was the glances. Several
times girls she didn't even know would deliberately catch her eye, smile
shyly, and then turn away. Always the same look, the same smile, and Becka
couldn't help feeling that they were all trying to give her the same
message. It wasn't until one such girl reached out and stroked her arm as
they passed in the hallway, that Becka finally understood. Goddamn, these
girls were flirting with her!
	Bizarre, bizarre, bizarre!
				* * *
	At the end of last period, Becka met with Gia and Sammie at the front
entrance of the school as planned, where they diligently searched the faces
of the passing crowd, trying to spot Justine and Kelly. Gia hadn't wanted
to, but Becka and Sammie had decided at lunch that she had to do this. If
she didn't face the other two girls and get an explanation for their actions
at the mall, it would surely eat at her for days. And the last thing Becka
wanted was for Gia to get another case of the sulks.
	The crowd exiting the school soon thinned out, and finally faded away.
Although they were greeted by scores of people, none of them were the two
that they had been looking for. As the last stragglers passed by them, the
Cameron sisters and their friend came together to decide what to do next.
	"Are you sure they didn't leave already? Maybe they went out one of the
other doors," asked Gia, as she glanced back through the open doorway.
Unlike the other two girls, she had ambivalent feelings about finding the
missing pair. It was true, she wanted to talk to them, to get an answer for
the way they had treated her, turned on her, when she told them about her
and Becka. But at the same time she was also reluctant to ask the question,
maybe because she was afraid of the answer she could get.
	"Positive," Sammie replied, confidently. She nodded out towards the parking
lot, pointing with her chin. "That's Justine's car, the green VW. They're
just trying to avoid you guys, the way they've been doing all day. All we
have to do is wait, and sooner or later they'll show up."
	Becka scowled. "So, what, they think we'll miss the car and figure they
walked home? That's crazy."
	Sammie raised an eyebrow. "Are you forgetting who we're talking about
here?"
	Becka shook her head in disgust.
	Gia suddenly caught a movement through the glass doors, a familiar shade of
copper red hair approaching from down the hallway. She called the attention
of the other two, and without a word they moved away from the doorway,
standing to the side and out of sight from anyone inside. In a minute the
doors finally opened, and Justine and Kelly slipped through, hurrying
towards the safety of the parking lot. The other three girls were right
behind them.
	"FREEZE!", Becka roared, using her best `Beast' voice, letting her real
anger show through. "Don't you two even twitch!"
	It worked like magic. The young blonde and redhead were stopped suddenly in
their tracks, not even able to turn around, until they heard the other three
girls come up from behind them. But when they did turn around, it was with
an unexpected air of defiance, as if they knew a fight was coming, and they
were determined not to back down from it.
	Becka stood there, glaring down at the two girls who she had thought were
her friends, or at least Gia's friends. She thought about all the pain and
strife these girls had caused to her and Gia in the last twenty four hours,
and had to fight the sudden urge to beat them senseless. She hadn't quite
decided not to when she felt a hand on her arm, and looked down to see Gia
gently pulling her back. Becka reluctantly gave in, and allowed the younger
girl to step forward.
	"Yesterday," Gia began, her voice low and soft, almost sad, "we were
talking about having a beach party. The five of us, all together. Do you
remember that?"
	Justine and Kelly didn't answer, but they seemed to be having trouble
meeting Gia's gaze. Their own eyes kept slipping away from hers like water
on glass, and they were beginning to shift uncomfortably from foot to foot.
With a pang Gia realized that Justine and Kelly were more comfortable around
an angry Becka then they were just being near to her. The thought hurt her
more than she would have thought it could.
	"We were having a pretty good time then, or at least I thought so. And then
you just ran away. I told you about me and Becka, and everything changed,
didn't it? I guess you're telling me that I'm not your friend anymore, that
you don't want to even be around me. That you can't stand to be around me.
Like maybe you think being gay can rub off, and you might catch it like it's
some kind of disease.
	"You know, it shouldn't matter who I love, or how I love them. It
shouldn't, but I guess it does. Doesn't it?"
	The question hung in the air for what seemed like a long time, and when
they still didn't answer Gia turned away, feeling the sting of tears that
blurred her vision. She suddenly felt very tired, too tired to be mad at
anybody anymore. She finally looked up when she felt Sammie moving closer.
	"Look, Gia, why don't you go wait by my car. Becka and I want to talk to
these guys for a minute. We'll meet you there in a few, okay?"
	Gia nodded, then shifted the book bag on her shoulder and headed off in the
general direction of the parking lot. She didn't allow herself to look back.

	Becka waited until Gia was far enough away that she couldn't overhear, and
then she turned her ire on the bimbos who had caused so much trouble. She
used her best glare on the two, and felt some satisfaction when they seemed
to shrink under it. But then they rallied, straightening up and glaring
defiantly right back at her. Becka took this in, and realized wryly that
Gia's plan had actually succeeded. Even without the other girl there to
protect them, they were no longer afraid of 'Becka the Beast'. They knew her
too well now, knew that she wouldn't really harm them. Deep down she was
actually glad about that, but dammit, the timing sure sucked. Before Becka
had the chance to say anything, Sammie stepped forward.
	"Okay, I've known you two all of your lives. You may not be too bright, but
I've never seen you do anything malicious or mean to anyone, ever. And I
know you're not homophobic, either, Becka being gay never bothered you. So
why did you guys just dump on Gia? Well?"
	Sammie's demands seemed to have the affect that Becka's presence hadn't.
Justine and Kelly lost most of their bluster, and instead were beginning to
look uncomfortable under the other girl's attention. Justine elbowed Kelly,
who finally mumbled an answer to Sammie's question while still looking down
at her feet. Sammie frowned, unable to make out what the blonde girl had
said.
	"Kelly, you're going to have to speak up, nobody can hear you when you talk
into your shoes. Now what did you say?"
	"Look... she just freaked us out, okay? I mean, we always knew Becka was gay,
so like, no biggie. But then Gia told us she was too, and it was like she
had been lying to us, all this time, you know? We just couldn't deal."
	 "All this time? Kelly, you only met her six weeks ago! Come on, you guys,
I want the truth. Why are you so bothered about Gia being gay?"
	"Yeah," Becka put in, "And how come you're not freaked out about me?"
	"Becka..." Kelly started, but trailed off.
	"Because you never hit on us, that's why!" Justine suddenly snapped.
	"Wait a minute," Sammie said, exchanging puzzled looks with Becka. "Are you
saying that Gia was coming on to you? When was this, at the mall yesterday?"
	"She did not! I was there too, remember?" Becka said, outraged at the
accusation.
	"No! She didn't, I mean, not like that. But she was always...she was always
checking us out."
	"Yeah, it's true. Whenever we got together with Gia, the first thing she
always did was to look us up and down, checking us out, like Justine said.
Just like boys do when they first see you. We didn't know that's what she
was doing, but when she told us about being a lezbo, well..."
	"It just weirded us out when we realized that Gia had the hots for us. It
still does, too."
	Becka was looking puzzled, which was also the way she was feeling, but
Sammie just shook her head in exasperation. "Do you know what these guys are
talking about, Sam?" Becka asked.
	"Yes, I think I do. And you're right, they are idiots. You wouldn't know
this, because you've never been interested in fashion, but girls check each
other out all the time. It's automatic, the first thing we do when we meet
another girl is to see what she's wearing and how she does her hair, stuff
like that. It's not sex, it's just seeing what's in style. Everybody does
it. I think they just put a different slant on it when Gia told them she
liked girls."
	"You're saying all of this is because they think Gia was interested in
them? Dammit, listen to me," Becka spat, rounding on the two offenders. "Gia
does not have the hots for you guys. She was not checking you out, and she
is not in the least bit attracted to your skinny little asses. Do you got
that?"
	"Well, why wouldn't she be? What's wrong with us?" Justine asked, in an
offended tone.
	Becka ground her teeth in exasperation, spitting out a string of words that
would have gotten her in a lot of trouble with her new father if he had ever
heard them. She was once more fighting the urge to shake some sense into the
two airheads when something broke in, and ended the conversation for good.
	It was the sound of Gia screaming.

(continued)