Different DNA

5

"Brooke if you don't get up you're going to be late!" my dad shouted at me.

I groaned loudly before pulling myself out of my bed. It was Monday already, the weekend went by too quickly. As it does every week.

I quickly brushed my teeth and washed my face. I had straightened my hair the night before so I didn't have to worry about that. I quickly put on some clothes making sure to cover the bandage that covered my arm from slipping. I couldn't remember what I slipped on but I knew I slipped on something. Even the weekend seemed to be faded, I guess that meant I had a good time.

When I ran downstairs my dad had breakfast waiting for me. But I had to take the muffin with me so I wouldn't be late.

"See ya when I get home!" I said as my dad dropped me off.

I made it to English just in time earning a smirk from Cassie as I slid into the seat next to her. The e only good thing about Monday's was the day seemed to fly by. Geography was a breeze and I always enjoy Music. As soon as I entered the classroom I felt those piercing green eyes on me. A warm feeling spread through my face as I remembered dancing with Harry. It was short lived however, my face hardened as Niall came into my view, still annoyed at his actions.

"Hey Brooke." Niall said quietely.

"Wow, you're actually calling me by my real name." I spit.

"I'm sorry for the way I acted Friday-"

"You also left me there! With no ride home!" I said cutting him off.

"I had a lot going on that night, I'm so sorry Brooke, I really am." he sighed.

"It's fine-"

"What happened to your arm?" he asked eyeing the bandage that was almost fully visible.

"Oh uh, nothing, I just s-slipped." I stuttered.

"On what? Are you alright?"

"Niall, it's just a tiny cut, I'm not going to die!" I reassured.

"If it's just a tiny cut why do you have that giant bandage on it?"

I didn't have a response to Niall's question. I rolled my eyes and walked away from him.

As I turned around to sit down Harry was still starring at me, but there was so much intensity and worry in his eyes. I brushed it off and took out my phone. But no matter what I did I couldn't brush off the feeling of Harry's eyes on my back.

I was thankful when the bell rang. I rushed out of the room quickly to get to psychology. I smiled seeing Cassie and Kylie sitting in their seats waiting for me.

"Okay we want to know all the details." Kylie said wiggling her eyebrows at me.

"Excuse me?" I asked.

"You went home with Zayn Malik didn't you?" Cassie winked.

I raised my eyebrow. What were they talking about? I didn't go home with anyone, I'm not that type of girl.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Don't play dumb Brooke, people seen you leave with him!" Kylie said.

"He is so hot! I am so jealous you got to go with him, so tell me, how he is?"

"Gross Cassie."

"Don't believe the rumors guys, I didn't go home with Zayn! I don't even know what you're talking about." I said.

They didn't seem convinced. But the only thing I remember of Zayn from Friday was seeing him at the dance. I certainly didn't go home with him, I walked home.