[ description ]
⤷ For as long as they could remember, Brooke and Ryland had hated each other to the very limit. No matter what it came to - sports, tests, social lifestyles - anything the other did gave them a bad taste in their mouths.
...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
GREEK TRAGEDY :: xxx. | pretty girl
A few days had gone by since the shooting and the loss of Tree Hill's finest, Kieth Scott ———— was hitting a few like a truck ———— Lucas, Karen, Deb, Haley, and Ashely but Lucas the most. Keith wasn't just his uncle but he was like a father.
Lucas laid on Ashely's bed staring at the ceiling. He felt lost, out of place, felt like there's no reason to go on, angry. The last thing he wanted was to think about school and to go back after everything.
"I don't know what to do." His voice was quiet.
"Time, Luke." Ashely sighed, "I'm gonna give it to you straight. You're not gonna get over it, it's not gonna be easy but it will get better overtime. You'll remember the happy moments, you'll smile when you think about him and not be as sad as you are now." She concluded, "He'll always be with you. Ok?"
He stood up, "I'm still angry." He scooted off the bed and headed to the bedroom door, "Coming?" He held the door open for her and the two proceeded out the house.
They got in Lucas' truck and on their way to school, they made a detour to pick up Ryland.
After picking up their friend, the three continued to their way to school. As soon as they got there, they got out the truck and began to head towards the building. As they approached, a hand softly grabbed Ryland's wrist.
"Can we talk?"
Ryland turned around and saw it was Brooke.
Brooke pleaded, "Please?"
Ryland nodded and Brooke happily sighed, guiding her to a more secluded area, which was in front of a bus, away from prying eyes and ears.
"Where were you during the shooting?" Ryland began.
"Some gym." The burnette sighed, "I was worried about you. And I don't know if this'll ever be the right time, but im really sorry about the Chris Keller thing. What happened meant nothing." Brooke leaned in, whispering in Ryland's ear, "I only want you. I swear."
"Brooke ——— "
"Just hear me out." The burnette interrupted, "I know i hurt you and i know i fucked up. I'm aware of my reputation but at the end of the day, you're the only one that clouds my mind." Brooke sighed, "I get it if you don't want to do this again, but I wanted you to know."
Ryland runs her hand through her hair with a sigh, "Um, I don't know what to say, really."
