𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃, maddy perez

⠀zero. brooklyn baby

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[ prologue , brooklyn baby ]
( brooke's introduction, rue's pov )
— warnings: mentions of sex & drug use

⠀  ON OCTOBER 5th 2001, MARSHA JACOBS HAD A BABY. Seven and a half pounds of screaming, slimy, tinyness; pink bow on her tiny head like she was a gift to the world. Everybody adored her from the day she was born. She was one of those babies that all the other moms hated 'cause she slept through the night and didn't try to tear her mother's nipples off with her demon baby gums.

Brooke was annoyingly perfect at everything. Which sucked cause we couldn't even hate her for it cause she was never a bitch about being good at everything she just was. If we knew back then it was cause of her parents maybe we wouldn't have been so hard on her for it but that's just what jealous kids do.

I remember in preschool, Cassie got so jealous of her perfect pigtails that she stuck a wad of blueberry bubblegum right at the fucking bow. Only for her to come in the next day with a bob that suited Brooke so well that Cassie threw a tantrum and, in a fit of rage, chopped her hair right off.

Try explaining that one to the parents.

Picture day. Ruined.

For some fucking reason there was only room for one pretty blonde in her five-year-old mind?

And her seventeen-year-old mind.

Don't get me wrong, Cassie can be super sweet and, I mean, she's Lexi's sister I don't wanna be fucking mean. But watching Cassie pretend she had to compete with Brooke for Maddy's attention was like watching Gretchen Weiners kiss the perfect white ass of Regina George.

They were like those three catty cheerleaders from that singing show on Fox. Lexi watched it, she'd compare them all the fuckin time. I think I remember I saw that one episode? Where the brunette and the blonde fuck at a wedding — just cause the only reason Cassie felt like number 3 on the trio call sheet is 'cause the other two were busy shoving their tongues down each other's throats.

And other places...

Brooke always struggled to understand Cassie's anxiety. She knew she was hot, and she knew Cassie was too, unfortunately so did the assholes at our school. Not that she didn't have her fair share of mental breakdowns and screaming matches cause, sure, she's confident but she's still a fucking Jacobs. Nate's got rage issues. The other one, whoever the fuck he is, angry guy.

Brooke?

Bro, I don't know what the fuck their parents fed them as kids but, man, that girl's small but she fights fuckin dirty. But unlike her giant brother, she knew that when it came to her vs some fuckin asshole guy violence wasn't the way to go 'cause — they might just hit her back.