𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃, maddy perez

⠀two. jealousy, jealousy

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[ chapter two, jealousy, jealousy ]
( episode one ; pilot )

— warnings: drinking & driving, mentions of drug use

⠀  BROOKE MADE SURE TO BRING ALL THE DRESSES she knew Maddy liked on her. Not because she was afraid of what Maddy would say if she didn't or anything. Of course, she valued her friend's opinion but not enough to let it dictate her style and what made her feel hot.

No, this was about jealousy and revenge. Brooke loved Maddy. She loved Maddy. So it hurt to see her in a never-ending off-again-on-again cycle with her asshole brother. It hurt, but Brooke loved taking the opportunity to fuck with them both, mainly during the on sections but off worked too cause it meant they'd both be extremely pissed. Because making Maddy jealous and pissing off her brother were two of her favorite things to do.

By the time her aunt dropped her off at Maddy's, Kat and BB, were already there. Far more relaxed than Maddy who was frantically rushing around her room although having been dressed only moments ago. She hadn't even noticed Brooke creep into her room, brow raised as she exchanged confused glances with the other clueless girls in the room

"Hey, Mads..." she trailed off, finally drawing attention to herself and snapping Maddy out of her frantic state

"Brooke!" skipping over enthusiastically, Maddy wrapped her arms around the shorter girl's shoulders in a tight hug, "Thank god," she teased, "those two are useless,"

"Hey!"

"Bro?"

Kat and BB only laughed as Maddy took Brook by the hand, leading her to the bed and sitting her beside Kat, "I need your expertise,"

Brooke frowned, "What about the pink skirt you just had on? That was cute, you posted it and everything!" sighing, Kat looked up at Brooke from her laid down position on the bed

"Yeah, Nate got all in her head from that stupid fucking comment,"

"Oh, fuck him, who cares? He's an asshole," Maddy sighed deeply, staying silent as she turned to look at herself in the mirror, staring at her body intently. Brook knew what she was doing. It wasn't just the comment she was thinking about, it was every other little thing Nate had ever said about her body and how she dressed and how she wore her hair -- things he had no fucking business giving his opinion on.

Rolling her eyes, not at Maddy but at the thought of her brother, Brooke dramatically flopped backward on the bed, glancing up at the harsh glow of Kat's phone when it dinged.

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