Hannah Begbie - Blurred Lines

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She spoke out. I stayed silent. What would you do?When Becky accidently sees her boss in a clinch with a woman who isn’t his wife, she’s horrified but keeps her counsel – she owes Matthew so much for all he’s done for her career. But when the same woman accuses him of rape and asks for the witness to come forward, Becky doesn’t know what to do.Was what she saw rape? Or is this a young actress looking to get ahead? And can Becky separate her own traumatic past from the present?As Becky attempts to untangle these blurred lines, she must risk everything to find the truth…

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Becky is her Sherpa. There to hold the luggage when Mary summits.

It’s not that Becky doesn’t enjoy being part of this group of people who are increasingly the subject of scrutiny, what with their nice haircuts and confidence and how together they look like a sort of rock band. But there is a limit to how other Becky is prepared to become. She knows she isn’t girly and bubbly and entertaining, nor quite loud enough or tomboy enough or confident enough to be one of the lads. What then, does she bring to the party?

‘You look hot,’ Brendan says, and Becky is so caught up in her thoughts that she thinks he is talking to someone else. He is wearing black jeans and DM boots and a black ‘Lemonheads’ T-shirt. He jerks his hair clear of his face: there is something oddly flattering about the gesture, thinks Becky, like he can be bothered to clear the path for a conversation with her .

She realizes that Brendan has said these words too loudly, in earshot of the other boys – almost as if he needed one of them to hear him say it more than he wanted Becky to hear it. Is this how it’s done? Showing the world what you mean to do before you do it. Is this what confident boys do?

Very quietly she says, ‘Thank you.’

Brendan then turns away to talk to someone else and Becky knows that her subdued response hasn’t given him enough to get his teeth into. She has failed a personality test that she hadn’t chosen to take. Will he tell Mary? Will she laugh? What did he mean by it anyway? Was he just trying to be nice? Is hot a word that he uses ten times a day, for anyone, meaning anything?

Becky feels light-headed. She hasn’t eaten since lunch because her jeans don’t allow for anything other than a flat and therefore empty stomach, but until she can track down some booze to numb the hunger pangs, a cigarette will have to do. She slides one out of the box, suddenly feeling grateful for an action that allows her to bow her head and hide from Brendan and the rest of the room for a moment. She sparks it up, lighter metal scuffing her sore thumb pad, the smoke hitting the back of her throat. The unwelcome taste of coal. But she inhales deeply anyway, elbows bent in at the waist, one forearm slung protectively across her middle, watching Mary talk to the pink-lipsticked girl. The combination of nicotine and hunger is making her feel nauseous. Vomiting on the floor in front of everyone would be totally mortifying but at least it would give her a legitimate excuse to go home.

‘Having a shit time yet?’

She turns to find the speaker leaning back on the same bit of wall as her, grinning. Just the sight of Adam’s sweet smile and the radically diminished size of his otherwise egg-large eyes under the thick-lens glasses makes her feel instantly better. He is wearing a woollen sleeveless jumper, like he does whatever the weather, and the collar of his shirt is thin and un-ironed and poking out of the top. He is skinny and into computer programs and indie rock and there isn’t anyone else at their school much like him. Most boys at their school wear the same brand of everything, making choosing a different colour their sole mark of personality.

‘Sight for sore eyes and all that,’ he says.

‘And you. That’s a particularly thin collar you’re wearing this evening. I assume you’re on the pull?’

‘That’s a particularly large number of necklaces around your neck. Selling them for spare change?’

‘Bitch,’ she says, and they both laugh. ‘Seriously, why didn’t you tell me you were coming to this thing? You knew I was.’

‘Thought I’d leave you dangling over the abyss.’

‘The abyss sucks.’

‘Well here I am now. Massive party times.’ He says it deadpan and she laughs.

‘Who do you know here?’

‘Who don’t I know.’

‘Seriously?’

‘Natalie. We used to go in the paddling pool together. When we were five.’

‘And you swapped digits and stayed in touch?’

‘Actually we are still mates. She’s a gamer.’

‘Adam, you can’t use that word any more. She’s a homosexual .’

‘Well played, Shawcross. Got the gay/gamer gag in before midnight. Who did you come with?’

‘Mary.’

‘Yeah, I mean who does Mary know?’

‘A guy called Brendan.’

‘That prick?’ Adam nods toward Brendan, who is finding it a challenge to add an extra turn-up to the bottom of his jeans because his hair keeps getting in the way. ‘I don’t know why she bothers.’

‘You’re just jealous.’

She says it as a joke but a shadow passes across Adam’s face before his face breaks into a smile. ‘Yeah, you’re right. I want the floppy hair but sadly mine stays out of my eyes on its own.’

‘You can get hair products that’ll make sure it stays in your eyes.’

‘I’ve tried them all. They do nothing for me.’

Adam offers her a drink from a clear glass bottle. Becky sniffs it suspiciously.

‘It’s a bit of everything. A mongrel spirit, like myself.’

‘I’ll try anything once.’

Becky takes a swig, and then another. Any hunger, nausea and nerves dissolve like sugar in hot tea and soon she is smiling at Adam, thank God for Adam, feeling warmer, better, looser, so much more herself.

‘Technically you’re trying everything once, when you drink that,’ he says.

‘Did you put that orange one in there?’ She feels her fingers tingle and her spirits lift a little higher so she drinks more of this disgusting, glorious, magical medicine.

‘If it was in my mum’s cabinet, I decanted it.’

‘That’s genuinely the worst cocktail I’ve ever tried.’

‘That’s crushing, given you only usually drink in London’s finest cocktail bars. Another swallow? Go wild.’

‘I probably shouldn’t drink too much more. I said I’d take a pill with Mary.’

‘Oh my God, you’re so cool.’

‘Don’t be judgy.’

‘No, really, Becky. I was going to go home early but now I want to see you do the special MDMA dancing.’

‘Thank you for your support.’

‘Always.’

‘Do you want to do it with us?’

‘Obviously I’d join you if it didn’t mean associating myself with a group of people that look like a manufactured popular music band.’

‘Popular music? Your snobbery knows no bounds. Anyway, Brendan’s wearing a Lemonheads T-shirt. You two might completely love each other if you got to know each other.’

‘That’s my greatest fear of doing pills.’

‘Not dehydrating and dying?’

‘That’d be fine. But, no, it’s telling Brendan he’s actually a really great guy . Chills me to the core.’

Becky laughs again. They smile at each other, Adam holding her gaze a split second too long. Not long enough to necessarily interpret as anything more than a minor rest in their conversation, but also not short enough to be entirely sure that this is what’s going on. It happens between them sometimes. But it’s OK. It’s acceptable. Largely ignorable.

He breaks the spell with a change in smile. ‘You’ll be fine. Just keep the ambulance on speed dial. Ciao and all that.’ He swings on his heel to leave her.

‘Wait,’ she says. ‘How about a movie night next week? Back to the Future , popcorn, I can smuggle some beers from my dad. My house?’

‘Sure,’ he says, without turning round. ‘That would be fine. Enjoy the party and … just be careful none of them miss their footing and fall on you. Those are some beefy public school types you’re hanging out with now. Scrum down, Shawcross.’

Becky finds some beers on a side table, gets drunk, and watches other people get drunk. She grasps her bottle and tells herself that she can see how alcohol floods the systems of the people around her, making their movements looser, sloppier and more animated. One girl slams her palms against the chest of a boy far taller than her and although she looks angry and sad, he is laughing as he tries to bring her round to his way of thinking. He draws her to him and she thumps his chest with her fists until she gives up and curls into him, laughing.

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