Awoken Chaos

Chapter 9

"Are you sure about this?" Scott asked Brooke when they stepped out of her mother's old car that Brooke expertly parked next to Roscoe.

"As sure as I'll ever be." Brooke muttered under her breath, but she knew Scott could still hear her. He placed a sympathetic hand on her shoulder.

"Don't worry Brooke, just don't think about it too much. And neither of us will leave your side the entire time." Stiles said after he locked the doors to Roscoe and joined her and Scott. The three of them walked up the steps and through the main entrance of the high school.

All conversations stopped as eyes averted to Brooke, she froze in place. Brooke's breathing faltered, and when she went to grb Stiles arm, both of her friends were walking away. Scott walked away from Allison, who was talking to Jackson at her locker, and Stiles made the few steps forward to make sure Brooke wasn't glued to the floor.

Brooke rolled her eyes and flipped her hair, strutting down the hall with her head held high. Just like Lydia taught her. The green eyed girl joined Brooke as they walked down the hall, Brooke smiled in her presence. Lydia glanced at her friend with sympathy and Brooke wondered how much more she could take with the looks from everyone, even her friends. Even Lydia.

Stiles came back to Brooke's side and she took the time to look over at him. Just to take in all his features. His faded haircut, the one she told him not to get but Stiles didn't listen and now he hated his hair. Stiles' soft hazel eyes, his almost too big for his head ears, the flannel shirts, his perfectly pink lips. And for a moment, Brooke almost thought he was staring back at her, but she convinced herself that he couldn't be.

Brooke followed his gaze only to see that Stiles was looking at her side, Lydia Martin. Being best friends with Stiles since they were 3, including Scott, Brooke had always been told of the fantasies and dreams. Personal stuff about the both of them, most are the things that will haunt her till the day she died. But the one story Brooke and Scott had been told for years and years from Stiles were about his dream girl. The fantasy where the strawberry blonde girl loved him back and walked down the aisle with him. So that when they got to the end, they could say I do. But Brooke always wondered if he knew that she'd always been having the same dream, but it was her and him and Stiles finally saw Brooke as the girl who'd always been there for him.

"Hey B, did you finish up Mullin's assignment? I wanna double check my answers and make sure I'm right. I'd some trouble on number 12." Lydia asked, completely ignoring Stiles. As she always did.

"Yeah I'll give them to you when we get in there. And I know right, it took me forever to figure it out, and I still don't get it a hundred percent." Brooke smiled and Lydia laughed before Jackson walked up. He grabbed her by the waist and began to shove his tongue down her throat. Brooke faked a gag and turned to Stiles who just shook his head while he watched the couple unload their PDA in the middle of the hallway.

"It's not polite to stare Stiles." Brooke shoved him playfully.

"She deserves better." Stiles' words made Brooke sigh because they were true, everyone knew it. Sometimes even Jackson knew it, but no one cared. Brooke began to drag Stiles down the hall with her.

"I know Stiles, I know." She stated. He nodded while opening the World History classroom door for her, Brooke smiled slightly and walked in, Stiles following behind her.

Brooke took her usual seat,front row beside the window in the corner farthest from the door. Stiles always sat behind her and Scott was already sitting behind him. When Lydia came in, Jackson peering down her coin slot, she took her seat next to Brooke and Jackson on the opposite side of his girlfriend. Sometimes, Brooke thought to herself, I really hate that asshole.