Switching Identities

Brooke POV

“INEZ! WHERE IS MY TEA?” I yelled from my bedroom. Good help is so hard to find these days.. I smirked as Inez scurried in with a glass of tea, looking flustered. “I’m sorry it took me so long ma’am” Inez said, clearly out of breath from running up the 3 story twisting staircase. I took a sip of the tea and spit it out. “There isn’t any sugar In this!” I screeched, wiping my mouth. “Ma’am I put two teaspoon of sugar in it, just how you like it” Inez said. “Well, I guess my taste buds have changed, please go make me some tea with more sugar. Inez sighed and nodded her head “Yes Miss Brooke” and scurried out again. I sighed and plopped down on my nice, warm, fluffy bed. The pink “Baldacchino Supreme” (A.N. look it up.. or just look at the picture to the right) bed has always been my favorite place to be. When my daddy bought it for me, he said only the best for his little girl.

 I turned on the T.V. and sighed, all that was on was news reporters talking about daddy and Jill and their upcoming wedding in the fall. My dad is REALLY popular considering he’s almost the richest man in the world (next to bill gates and a bunch of other people). Jill and my dad had been dating for only 3 months when they decided to get married. It wasn’t the traditional get-down-on-one-knee-and-purpose kind of thing either. Jill and daddy had gone horseback riding when Jill had told my dad that she wanted to get married. At first my dad was hesitant but then he decided “why not?” (daddy has been married 15 times so I guess he figures marriage isn’t that important) and said ok. Jill picked out her own ring.. only a 2 million dollar one but still quite pricey.. Jill has been planning the wedding while my daddy just sits back and lets her do it all. She always picks out the most expensive things.. her flower arrangements alone totaled up to $500,000. If you ask me, I think she just wanted to marry daddy (he insists that she’s marrying US but I know better) for his money. I turned the T.V. off and looked at my phone. Why hasn’t Alex called yet? He said he would call “later” and the last time I checked, it was later. “I’m sorry ma’am but we don’t have any more sugar” Inez said, I hadn’t even noticed that she had entered the room. “Ugh just forget it Inez” I said and shooed her away. I looked at the phone again.. still nothing. I threw the phone at the wall. That’ll teach Alex to call on time or else I won’t answer.

(Next day)

Truman high school is MY school. I don’t care what anyone tells you, it’s mine. Well, mine and Alex’s I guess you could say. His mom isn’t as rich as my dad but I guess since he’s dating me and all that makes him one of the most popular guys in school. He definitely is the hottest guy in school.. But he’s kind of a nice guy. That’s one of my problems with him.. he just doesn’t know when to worry about himself and not other people. Of course, he should always worry about me but I mean when a nerd drops their books or something he comes to their rescue and helps them. In my opinion, If the kid was clumsy enough to drop their books, they should have to pick them up but Alex just insists that he helps. Whatever. “Hey babe” I heard a smooth, sweet voice come up from behind me. I fought the sudden urge to turn around and give him a huge hug. I spun around and say “don’t you hey babe me, you didn’t call me last night”. “I tried but It went straight to voicemail” Alex said, running his hands through his thick black hair. His cologne was intoxicating me and I had the urge to just kiss him right there.  I held back, set on keeping my irritated tone and not giving into him. “Well, you said you were going to call me later and it was later and you hadn’t called so I got frustrated and.. forget it” I wasn’t going to let him know that he had so much power over my emotions by telling him that because of him I need a new phone. “Ok brookie” he said and put his arm around me and walked me to class. Alex always called me brookie and the only reason I let him was because it made it look like we were so deeply in love that we had cute nicknames for each other. I saw the way other girls looked at him and I, so it’s all about keeping them envying us and our “love”. I wouldn’t exactly call it love, more like a strong connection. 

 Freshman year, Tons of guys were asking me out and Alex was among them. I said yes to Alex because 1) he’s HOOTT and 2) he’s hot. “Bye Alex” he nodded and walked into the stream of kids in the hallway trying to get to class, disappearing from view. At first, Alex was just a guy that I could have around and make out with and help me climb the social ladder. Now, I find myself becoming really attached to him. I don’t know if I will ever love him. I love my daddy.. and diamonds.. but I don’t know if I’ll ever love Alex. Loving someone means your way too attached and could cause a lot of stress and depression if anything bad happens to someone. I really need to start distancing myself from Alex but I don’t want anyone to think we’re having problems.

ALEX POV

“Dude, why are you still going out with that brat?” Sam, my best friend, said. “Aww come on man, she has her moments.” I said. Sam was laying down on my bed pretending to be shooting a basket. I was laying on the ground staring at the fan. This was pretty much how our time together was spent, just laying around and talking after a long day of school and brooke. I mean, I really like her but you can only have so much “brooke time” as I like to call it. “Yes she is, just today she was bitching about how you didn’t call her at the correct time which was ‘later’. How are you supposed to know exactly when later is?!”                                                                                                                    “Later is exactly 2 and a half hours from the time that the person says  I’ll call you later or I’ll text you later or I’ll e-mail you later” I recited. Sam just laughed and looked over the bed at me.                 “Man, she’s got you so whipped”.                                                                                                                   “It’s complicated..”                                                                                                                                          “Yeah really complicated, I don’t like the way she treats you. You should dump her spoiled ass”.        I just rolled my eyes. Sam has never been very supportive of Brooke and I’s relationship so this topic has come up a lot. “I just can’t dump her, I’ve got so much invested in her”. I said                 “Like your virginity?” Sam said with a smirk.                                                                                              “Just shut up man, she’s got potential” Sam was starting to annoy me..  Sam collapsed back onto bed so he was no longer looking at me.                                                                                                  “Yeah, potential to be the next Paris Hilton”.                                                                                            “Whatever” I said and hoping he would just drop the subject. Brooke is just.. difficult. Deep, deep, DEEEEEPPP down there’s a fantastic person in there and I’m not giving up on her until I find her. Sam just doesn’t understand, sometimes I don’t even understand. Sometimes I wonder if I’m staying with her for my own selfish reasons. Her dad is a multi-billionaire and my mom’s got a couple million. Maybe I’m staying with her for her money? No Alex, that doesn’t make sense. Why would you want her dad’s money? That’s crazy.. I shook the thought out of my head. I sat up to look at sam (who was now staring intently at his toes.. as if he thought at any moment at any time one would pop off and do tricks) and said “So how do you think you did on that Algebra test?”

He looked up from his toes and said “Dude I definitely bombed it”

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Ok so, that's the very first chapter of this story.. I'm sorry that I suck at writing but I had the idea for a story and felt compelled to write it and see if anybody liked it. If you read this, PLEASE comment on if you liked it, hated it, whatever. As long as you give feedback that's alright with me (but let's keep the comments PG rated haha). Sorry for any typo's, grammar mistakes, anything that doesnt make sense, etc. Oh and just for the record, If you don't like brooke very much, I'm not too fond of her myself. =) If anybody at all comments that they like this, I'll upload the next chapter. Im desperate.. Sad isn't it?