Chapter 6 #4
Her eyes flashed back up to Wren, sitting as far away from her as the table would allow.
Her whole posture had changed. Becky knew that she would be outraged if someone shared a photo like that of her to anyone, let alone the world.
The post already had a hundred thousand likes and thousands of comments.
It was by far the most interacted-with post on Andrea’s page.
Becky clicked on Wren’s tag. She hadn’t looked at Wren’s Instagram in a long time, but none of the content had changed.
It was all soccer or the brands she now repped.
‘Thirst trap’ had never been Wren’s vibe, and Becky genuinely felt bad for her.
After the next round of drinks had been finished, Wren excused herself to go to the restroom.
Becky waited for a few minutes before getting up to follow her.
At the very least, she seemed to owe her an apology for her outburst earlier in the week.
She pushed open the bathroom door to find Wren pacing with one hand holding her phone pressed to her ear, her long fingers on the other rubbing her temples.
“You could have checked with me first,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
There was a pause while Wren listened to what Becky could only assume was Andrea’s response.
“I get that, and of course I’m proud of you for coming out, but Andy, what the hell?
That last picture was for you.” There was another pause.
“Well, I don’t pose for photos like that as my profession.
” Wren let out a heavy sigh. “No, I’m not shitting on your profession.
I’m just saying it’s not something I’m comfortable with for me.
” Wren spun around, her green eyes widened when she realized Becky was standing a few feet away, awkwardly hovering just inside the restroom door.
“Look, Andy I’m going to have to call you back.
” There was a loud voice on the other end of the line, but Wren pressed end with another heavy sigh accompanied by an eye roll.
Becky took a steadying breath. She had really hoped that she had been wrong about Wren’s shift in behavior. Wren stared at her, her nostrils flaring with frustration. “What? Did you come to yell at me for taking Courtney’s money?” Her tone was sharp, and her words were clipped.
Becky held her hands up in surrender. “No, I actually came to check on you.” Wren’s shoulders slumped, and her eyes shifted away, her focus going anywhere but back to Becky.
Becky took a small step forward. “And I came to apologize. When I heard you calling someone “Baby” after you had made that bet, I never thought that the “Baby” you were referring to would be a model. I assumed you were still totally fine with cheating on someone and I jumped down your throat for it, and I’m sorry. ”
Wren’s eyebrows furrowed together. “Still? I’ve never cheated on anyone.”
That hurt more than Becky expected it to. “Look, I came in here to check on you, not to bitch at you for shit from six years ago.”
Wren took a step towards Becky, her green eyes were filled with such a clear mix of confusion and rage. “Six years ago? What are you even talking about? Camp?”
This was so not how Becky had wanted to do this, but it was too late to do anything to stop it.
“Yeah. When I got home from camp, I went to add you on Facebook and you clearly had a girlfriend. Literally every single photo of you on Facebook was either you playing sports or with you and some other girl.”
Wren’s face went through so many emotions it was almost comical. “That’s why you blocked me? You thought I had a girlfriend?”
Becky nodded as if that were the most obvious explanation in the world.
Wren looked like she might laugh, cry, or both.
She stepped dangerously closer, until she was so close Becky could smell her cologne again.
It was making her kind of lightheaded in the worst kind of way.
“You mean all of this”—Wren gestured back and forth between Becky and herself—“is because you thought I was dating Molly Andrews?” Her voice cut through Becky.
Becky was a bit surprised that Wren had known exactly who the girl was from all those years ago.
Becky didn’t know offhand who her Facebook profile photos had been with through the years.
Molly Andrews must have meant a lot to Wren if she could recall her name that readily.
Becky nodded again, all of her conviction gone.
“The reason Molly Andrews was in all of my photos is because my dad raised me by himself. He’s not exactly the “Let’s take a selfie” type of guy.
Molly was my neighbor and is still, to this day, my best friend.
Her mom is why I even have photos of myself as a kid.
Of course her own kid was going to be in them too.
” Wren’s phone started to buzz loudly in her hand.
Her eyes darted down to the screen. The name Barbara popped up, and Becky couldn’t help but read it.
Wren stepped around her, careful to not make contact with her.
“For the record, Molly is married to the guy she started dating in the fifth grade. I didn’t get my first girlfriend until near the end of my senior year, and this”—Wren pointed at her phone—“is my stepsister, not some random woman I might be sleeping with.” Wren pushed the bathroom door open and stormed out, letting it fall shut with a thud behind her.
The silence of the bathroom rang in her ears while Wren’s words tore through her. She had been wrong all along.