My vision began to get blurry. Why! Why did I turn to this. I've always promised myself I'd never do it.
Going to this party was the worst idea ever. Weed and cocaine. Seriously Brooklyn! Pull yourself together.
Oh great. He's handing me another spliff. Why am I smoking it!
I feel someone grip my arm tight. I look to see Gabe.
"let me go!" I shout over Chris brown's Bitchs n Marijuana blasting over the drunken talk of everyone.
"Your fucking mad you are" he shouts back
"Why! Because I'm having fun is that why! Get over yourself Gabe seriously" I pull away from his grip "Seriously. How short is your skirt" he frowns. I can hear him now as we're outside
"Considering it's below my knees not very short" I scoff
"It's still tight"
"Boo hoo Gabe. You don't deserve to tell me what to do after all these years. So fuck you!"
As soon as I said those words, gun shots were fired.
I ran, Gabe being behind me. I ran to the beach house
"Wow your hammered. Where's Gabe, he was meant to be getting you" Chris frowns
Gabe wasn't following me
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The Boy Next Door
FanfictionBrooke Smith is a young 17 year old who lives on her own. Crazy right? Her parents, Emma and Matt Smith died last year due to work. They work with the FBI, if that's what you'd like to call it. The only people she has to count on is Jamie Bibby, h...
