An unknown type
Becca had thought about what Rook's type could be in the past, but not since they started dating. That is, until she gets a message that makes her re-think about it.
Chapter 1
Seeing Rook cuddle with people that weren’t her was almost a daily occurrence for Becca. She had forced herself to get used to it but this time, seeing it hurt.
Today was definitely one of her off-days. Between Trein partnering her with Vaness for a project, her clumsiness getting her in trouble with Crewel again, and spending most of the morning walking around with severe pain, Becca was exhausted. And she couldn’t even get some comfort cuddles since the one person she felt comfortable enough to cuddle with was busy cuddling someone else.
Holding back any tears, Becca ignored the throbbing in her legs and made her way to Pomefiore. Checking her phone for a brief second, she felt tears blur her vision as she saw the latest texts.
Vaness had been blowing up her phone and luckily the last message was sent a couple hours ago. It was the same message that caused Becca’s day to spiral. A voice recording that sounded like Rook yelling at Becca and telling her he hated her & that she wasn’t good enough for him & she needed to change a lot for the hunter to still love her.
To anyone else, it would’ve been obvious it wasn’t really Rook. After all, the french accent in the voice recording was way different from the hunter’s. Becca had simply thought of it as a sore throat, or at least that’s what she told herself.
Entering her bedroom a little while later, Becca finally paused the recording and took out her headphones. She had been listening to the recording on repeat the whole way back and luckily for the pomefiore student, she cried all the tears she could earlier.
Taking a moment to clean herself up, all Becca wanted to do was relax. If she was gonna change herself, she needed all the relaxing time she could get beforehand. It was never easy. However, a text came in shortly after from one of the leech twins over at Octavinelle.
“We could use some help at the Mostro lounge if you’re interested”. Realizing just how much she needed a distraction, the second year sent a quick reply and plugged her phone on the charger.
Becca could always relax and plan the new version of herself later. She had done it enough times to get people to like her so what was changing herself yet another time?