The Beckham Game (Brooklyn Beckham FanFic)

Queen of Comebacks

----BROOKLYN'S POV----

I followed peeked through the bathroom door where our rooms connected. She was holding his hand as they sat on the bed.

"I enjoy being around you, you give me good vibes" she told him.

I held my tongue. 

"Me too, babe" he answered her.

He needed to leave. I hated him. Who calls a 'friend', 'babe'?

I looked again. He began to lean in. He put his hand on her thigh and moved it higher and higher. No. This isn't on.

"Maybe we could make this moment last?" he asked.

She nodded. SHE. FUCKING. NODDED.

God she drives me nuts. This wasn't gonna end well. I had to do it. I burst through the door, picked her up and carried her into my room and sat her on the bed. I walked back to the guy and told him he had to go. 

"Why man?" he asked.

"First of all, she deserves better than you. I know how you operate. You're a user. You use girls for sex. Second, this is my house. Get out" I answered. 

And with that, he left.

I stormed back into my room where Mandy was sitting. Legs and arms crossed. 

"What the fuck was that?" she yelled at me.

"He's a fucking user, Mandy!" I yelled back. 

"At least he gave me love" she retaliated.

"You call that love? Sex is love?" I asked her.

I saw a tear fall from her eye. I couldn't help but walk over and comfort her. 

I grabbed her waist, but she moved away.

"What? You jealous or something?" she yelled.

"What? NO! I have a girlfriend, Mandy!" I yelled back.

"Where is she?" she told me quietly. 

"Out" I answered.

She gave me her phone after she unlocked it. There was a picture. Oh shit.

"I'm sorry for you to find out like this..." she told me, before she grabbed her phone and walked out.

I sat there, with my head in my hands. Fuck life.

----MANDY'S POV----

I showed him the picture. The picture I knew he would hate. The picture I knew would tear him apart. Maybe I shouldn't have done it. Ugh whatever. It's done anyway.

I walked out and saw him put his head in his hands. 

I got to the end of the hallway when the doorbell rang. I ran downstairs to grab it. I opened it.

"Hey Mandy!" 

Yaz. 

"Hey Yaz... what you been up to today?" I asked her.

"Not much, chilling at home mostly" she answered, still smiling.

"Yeah well, Brooklyn isn't feeling very well right now" I told her.

"Maybe I should check on him" 

"No.. Maybe you should tell me about the guy you kissed today?" I asked.

She looked shocked.

"Oh I gotta go, just remembered I have a..."

I cut her off.

"Oh are you leaving so soon? I was just about to poison the tea" I smirked.

"You're fucking scary" she told me.

"How many spoonfuls of bitch did you have this morning?" I retaliated. 

"None, but how many did you have? Oh and I have a lot of rumours about you by the way" she smirked.

"Rumours? At least your spreading something besides your legs" I laughed and slammed the door in her face.

I turned to see Brooklyn at the top of the stairs. His hand was covering his mouth.

"Mandy Oslo. You are the queen of comebacks" he giggled.

"Thanks" I smirked.

He came down the stairs and stood 3 inches away from my face.

"Thank you" he whispered before he kissed me.

And I mean, he really kissed me.

He really kissed me. 

This felt right. But I can't forget what he did. Ugh fuck.

He pulled away.

"It's okay. Anytime, friend" I told him.

His smile turned to a frown.

"Yeah... I owe you" he turned and walked away.

Yep and there goes my chance of another shot with Brooklyn.

Not that I wanted one.