Chapter 23 - Most pathetic thing
-( B r o o k l y n ' s P O V )-
What the hell just happened ?!
Am I dreaming ? Why did it happened so fast ?
I check and count my fingers to make sure I don't have six fingers , you know how they tell you that in dreams you actually have six fingers . 1 .. 2 .. Oh my god this can't be a dream it's too real ... 4 ... 5 ... 6
Wait ? What the hell ... I shook my head in attempt to gain back my focus . nah I'm not dreaming it's only five .
I can feel how my heart beating loudly in my chest . Why did she left ? Did I did something wrong ?
She just came and then she left ... she didn't even say what she wanted to say . Why did she looked so nervous ? What could make her so nervous to tell me that she can't even manage to actually say it ?
Did she just suddenly realized that she shouldn't have come and wasting her time on me a boy who she didn't like back ?
So many questions , not even a single answer .
I stand in silence , just staring at the empty spot where she was . I didn't move a muscle since she stormed out of my house leaving me in a horrible confusion .
I wanted to follow her and stop her from leaving , and maybe ask her what brought her here in the first place . But I don't know ... I just can't .
I can't do anything , I'm too startled .
*beep* *beep*
I blink in surprise as my phone keeps ringing snapping me back to reality . I look up to the caller I.D 'Seb' .
Shit .
Football practice .
"Mate where are you we're about to play here , you know how we never do waiting." Seb's voice buzzing through the phone as soon as I pressed the answer button .
"Sorry , I've got some thing to take care first . But don't worry it's all done." I said as I half running to my room .
"Okay good , be quick." Seb said and I mutter some yeah to him as we finally hung up . I pick up my clothes that I'm going to use , and quickly change . I take a pair of shoes that I use for practice and quickly put it on . Geez fortunately this can keep my mind out of Clary even just for a few minutes .
Stop Brooklyn , just stop thinking about Clary right now .
I always love football practice , and I'm not lying when I said that when I'm about to go to one , that's literally all that I can think about . But look at me now , even at this very moment she's always here , in my mind .
Stop , Brooklyn .
God time flies so fast ... it feels like it was yesterday that I met Clary . that one time in the coffee shop . When Mike , Seb , Max , and I were hanging out in the coffee shop and Mike introduced his sister Anne .
Back then , I'd barely glance at her . She didn't really catch my attention , I thought she was just a regular girl .
Never have I thought that I'd fall for her like this .
Okay stop , Brooklyn . For real now .
I texted my dad to let him know that I'm going out . After seeing at his reply text I lock my phone and put it in my backpack that I use to football practice , it's for my spare shirt and a bottle of water . I might be a guy but , you know . That's still important .

YOU ARE READING
Reality || Brooklyn Beckham
Fanfic"You and reality is surely not a match made in heaven." - //a Brooklyn Beckham fanfiction//