The One Who Left

Chapter Seven

Brooke's Pov

Why the hell did he think this is okay? To make me feel this way.
I looked down at my feet and was surprised by how fast I was running. Where my own feet were taking me, I had no idea. But I was just going to run with it. Wow I was lame, making a that kind of joke.

I kept running for another couple of minutes until my feet slowly came to a stop. I looked up and almost stopped breathing.

Without even realizing it, I had taken myself right to Brady's locker. I didn't even realize I knew where it was anymore. But I guess there's stuff you just can't forget.

And as I stared at his locker, every memory that I've tried to block out, every laugh, every smile, came back to me. All the pain of losing my best friend came at me with so much force that I fell I my knees.

I lost it. I had been crying before, but now I was balling. I was crying for the love I lost, the pain I felt, and I was crying because it hurt to much to hide my feelings anymore.

Brady had done it again. He had broken the fragile piece of glass that held me together.

No he hadn't just broken it. He had shattered it.

••••

"I don't like him Brooke."

"Don't like who?" I turned my head to see where he was looking.

"Alex," he spat, "I don't like him."

I looked at Brady and rolled my eyes. Sure Alex was a bit of a player but he was friendly and actually did decent in school. So I didn't mind him.

I leaned back against the tree we were sitting under. It was a chilly fall day and we had been sitting under our favorite tree at school for all of lunch, trying to enjoy the last few rays of sunshine before winter hit.

"Don't roll your eyes at me," He wasn't even looking me when he said it.

"How do you do that?" I never understood how he could tell when I rolled my eyes.

"Cause I'm harry potter and can do magical things," he was still looking at Alex, who was across the court yard.

"You do know that Harry Potter can't sense when someone rolls their eyes?" I shook my head because even though I was a huge Harry Potter fan, Brady had never read the books.

"You do know that I don't care right?" he pouted, "I thought you would be proud that I had made a reference.

"Are you sirius? That was the lamest joke I've ever heard," Then I started cracking up at my own joke.

Brady looked at me and started laughing, "I feel like I'm missing something but I can't stop laughing."

We didn't stop laughing until we heard a voice say, "Hey guys. Mind if I join?" Both me and Brady turned and saw Alex looking at us hopefully.

Right as I said, "Not at all please do," Brady said, "Yes we do mind please don't."

I looked at Brady rolling my eyes again, elbowed him in the side, and said, "Of course you can join us." Brady narrowed his eyes and elbowed me right back.

"Thank guys," Alex sat down next to me and was quiet for a minute before he said, "Why do you hate me Brady?"

I sucked in my breath. This is not what I thought he would say.

"Why do I hate you?" Brady looked at me when he said this.

"Ya," Alex looked over at me then back to Brady, "Why do you hate me?"

"Because your a player and your next victim is her. And there's no way in hell you touching her," Brady's hand was suddenly on my leg as if to show I was his.

"I like to have some fun. Arrest me." Suddenly Alex's voice was cold, which was completely unlike him. Or at least I thought.

"You like breaking girls' hearts. How is that fun?" Brady's voice had also changed. His voice was now cool and very protective.

"I don't particularly enjoy that part. I enjoy what comes before that part," Alex turned his head and winked at me. I scooted closer to Brady, whose arm was now around me.

"It's time for you to leave pervert," Brady's hold on my tightened.

"Brooke seemed pretty welcoming. Can I stay Brooke?" He winked at me again but this time I didn't scoot away.

"No you can leave. Before I have my best friend make you leave," I told him with a snarl. I hated boys like him. Why I ever thought he was decent, even if it was just a few minutes ago, was beyond me.

"You hear her. Scram," Brady looked at me proudly. Then he leaned and whispered in my ears, "Congrats on being the first to not accept his services. Your a pretty bad-ass girl."

•••

"Brooke!" I heard my name being shouted by someone but I didn't care. The memories were coming at me way to fast. Fleeting snippets of the my old friendship. "Brooke!"

•••

"Brooke! Brady!" Mrs. Huntley looked at us from her desk, "This is an honors English class. Please stop arm wrestling!"

Brady as I looked at each other

and tried not to burst out laughing. We didn't succeed.

Once we started laughing we couldn't stop, and neither could the rest of the class. Even Mrs. Huntley cracked a smile.

"Who won?" someone shouted out.

"Obviously me," I stood up and took a bow. By now Mrs. Huntley was laughing.

"Alright class settle down!" Mrs. Huntley gazed fondly at Brady and me, "What am I going to do with the pair of you?"

•••

"Brooke!" now I felt someone lifting me up. The next thing I felt was a warmth surrounding me. The warmth I hadn't felt in awhile. I cried until I couldn't cry anymore. I cried until I felt myself drifting away.

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