Girlhood, lipgloss and stupid boys.

Chapter four

I'm completely in tears now, I pull out my phone and call the only person I actually wanna talk to. "I'm glad you called, you ok?" My moms voice feels just as comforting as I remember. "No...not really.." I sniffle. "Where are you sweetie?" My mom asks. "I'm on like..Burberry Avenue." I say. I just want my mom. "I'm coming to get you."

When I get in my moms car I tell her everything. About Noah and Colton and Peter and even her.. "I'm sorry..I know that was such a dumb thing to say. To him and about you..." I mumble after explaining lunchtimes events. "Be sorry that your boyfriend sounds like a dick." She says. I like my mom. But not that comment., "You sound like Noah...he's..he's not..it's all my fault." I say, I can still barely find it in me to talk properly. "I am sorry...I've missed you." My mom says. I nod. I knows she's sorry. I know she missed me. "Me too."

When I get home I sit with the family and actually enjoy it. I eat all the food without thinking and it's pretty good, plus it's nice to get the sick taste out of my mouth. It's just relaxing. Dinners with dad are usually less relaxed (as much as he tries) because it's missing the comforting energy that my mom has. I end up pulling out my phone and going to the bathroom. As relaxed as I am, I really can't actually relax when I know Noah is mad at me for some stupid shit I pulled. Who the fuck says something so insensitive??

Brooke: I'm with her now. I'm so sorry.
Noah: Don't be. Enjoy your time with her.
Brooke: I'm sorry, though. And I'm sorry that you have to deal with that.
Noah: Deal with what, bumblebee?
Brooke: Never having that feeling of missing her go away..
Noah: Yeah it sucks lol.
Brooke: We good?
Noah: I know you'd over think because of how much you love me so yes, bumblebee, we are good.

I send a smiley face and then stop texting him. He's a sweet boy. He's so forgiving. That's sweet of him.. i get another message. It's Peter.
Peter: Why did you abandon me at the party, babe?
Brooke: I didn't feel well. I'm sorry.
Peter: Why were you sick anyway?
Brooke: I just felt ill. Plus some stuff happened with my mom and Noah and you know how my anxiety gets
Peter: So you abandoned me because of that dick? Is that what your saying?!
Brooke: No. Forget it. I'm sorry.
Peter: Good girl.

That makes my skin crawl. I can almost feel his hand on my thigh and I hate it so much. I hate it so fucking much. But I love him..and it's my fault..