𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐞, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮
in which the cliché of the star basketball player and captain of the cheer squad becomes a reality
𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐜
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"𝐇𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝?" Emiliana asked Brooke in disbelief.
The two girls were making their way over to Peyton's locker as Brooke filled Emiliana in on her eventful morning.
Apparently she walked out of her house this morning to find the windshield of her car completely shattered, like someone punched through it. Brooke was blaming Felix, even though she couldn't be one hundred percent sure since she didn't see it happen.
"I know, right? He's crazy," Brooke exclaimed. "Like, whatever happened to communicating through words, not windshields?"
"Speaking of communicating, you'll never guess what I found in Nathan's drawer last night," Emiliana said.
"Well, I already saw the handcuffs, so what? Whips, chains, blindfolds?" Brooke guessed.
Emiliana scowled at Brooke. "Ew, no! A letter from High Flyers. Remember I told you he got into this basketball camp that's, like, a really great opportunity? Well, he didn't wanna go because he didn't wanna be away from me even after I told him to go. And then he told me there was a mistake and he actually didn't get in."
"Okay, yeah, I already knew all that. You told me about this, Em," Brooke interjected.
"Well, I'm not done," Emiliana glared at the interruption. "As I was saying, last night I found a letter from High Flyers in his drawer. And I'm not one of those nosy girlfriends or anything, but I just decided to read it. And it was talking about how Nathan declined their offer. So he lied to me, he didn't get rejected, they got rejected."
"I mean, can you blame him for wanting to go on a sexy trip to Europe instead of a smelly basketball camp?" Brooke shrugged.
"But this was his dream. And I feel guilty for being the reason he's not going. One day, he might regret his decision and then he's gonna resent me for it," she huffed.
"Maybe it has nothing to do with you, Emi Coop," Brooke smirked. "Maybe he just actually doesn't wanna go."
Emiliana looked down, realizing how self centered she was sounding. "He wants to go," she mumbled. "I should've known he was lying. I mean, why would they reject him? Nathan's, like, the best player."
"You're a bit biased," Brooke stated.
"Am not."
"You might just think he's good at scoring on the court 'cause he's good at scoring in bed," Brooke told her.
