Apartment 311

Ch | 77

Season Nine
Noah Silas Anderson

Chapter Seventy-seven: "Club deals"

"So, does this mean I got my girl back?" I asked Brooklyn after our talk.

Finally, we resolved the shit and now things can go back to normal. I'm ready for that and I'm glad we got passed this. And to make things better, she said she loves me back. I'm on top of the world right now.

When I looked down at Brooklyn clinging to my body, I saw the widest smile take up her face so big that I'm sure she could see her cheeks.

"I think so," she let out.

"Good," I hummed.

Just when I thought everything was good and all that had to be said was done, Brooklyn opened up her mouth.

"I have to tell you something," she announced, coming off kind of scared to say it.

Staring in her glossy eyes, I created space between us and looked at her with my eyebrows in a 'v'.

"This is gonna be good," I grunted, adjusting my stance.

"Right after I left my parent's hotel, Will came to talk to me. At first I thought he was trying to comfort me, so we talked for, like, a minute. Then, he kissed me," Brooklyn told me but I stopped listening.

I sort of laughed at her. What did she mean, Will kissed her? Not her ex who knows about me? Can't be.

"Why are you laughing, this isn't funny?" She tried to sound serious but laughed, too.

"You're serious?" I asked, calming down.

Her face went straight. "No, I made it up. Yes I'm serious."

"What did you do?"

She sat down on my lap and said, "I punched him," like it was nothing.

We looked at each other and bursted out in laughter.

"Wait, wait," I cackled. "Like, actually?"

"Yeah, see." She showed me the bandage on her knuckles that I noticed during our conversation before.

"I was wondering what that was. Damn, babe, you got him that good?" I went in for a high-five and she shook her head.

"No, it was just a little scratch but the band-aid wouldn't stay on, so."

I lifted Brooklyn's hand and manually made her slap my palm back. "Well, what happened? Did you-"

"I didn't kiss him back. It was like, two seconds, and I haven't heard from him since."

"Good girl."

Brooklyn smacked her lips and sat in another chair. "No, it's not a good thing. I punched him! I just know he told my parents, they're probably freaking out. My Dad's called me a million times."

"He kissed you without consent so you punched him, I think that's what women should do."

"You're a feminist now?" She sassed, tilting her head at me.