Tybee Island Summer

Part 1~ Haley

Chapter 1
"I've decided this is going to be our summer" said Brooke.
"Brookie, you say that every single summer. And every single one is great." I said .
"Yeah I know but this one is different, I'm 18! And this is our Senior year. This summer is gonna be one to remember."Brooke whispered.
"Well, we still have 7 minutes left before the final bell. The final bell. No more high school for the rest of our lives!" I yelled loudly, receiving a glare from the teacher.
"Hey whata'ya say we pull a high school musical and count down the seconds before we throw our papers in the air and break out into song." Brooke said quietly.
"Maybe we exempt the whole counting down and breaking out into song part, and just throw papers at the old hag instead." I giggled, receiving one of Brooke's crazy laughs.
"Alright girls. Would you like to tell me what is so funny?" Said Mrs. Parkins accusingly. Brooke took a quick glance at the clock. Any second now.
the bell rang. Brooke gave her the finger and mouthed "fuck you" We bolted out of the classroom. We both laughed as they got their things and walked out of the school and began walking home.
"So. Our summer has begun. Where to first?" Brooke said smirking.
"Home. C'mon Brooke you know I have a big start of summer pool party every year." I groaned.
"Yeah. There is literally 50 kids in our graduating class. And you only invite like 20 counting me, and at your frikin  huge house, I wouldn't call that a "big party""  Brooke said sarcastically.
"Well you don't have to get  salty about it. I wanna get Home early to finish getting ready." I said defensively.
"See ya later Hal" Brooke smiled and waved as they walked in different directions.
"Bye Brookie!" I screamed because Brooke hated being called that in public. Brooke glared. I was a little worried about Brooke, she's a wild one and I'm not so sure her idea of a great summer is the same as mine. If I had it my way, my perfect summer would be sleeping in, and staying in bed to read books all day. But I have a reputation to uphold, and as the best friend of Brooke Taylor I could not be a nerd. Ever since that day in second grade when I was crying In the bathroom because Jack Davis dumped me, Brooke opened the door and said "Is it because of Jack?" And then we talked and she invited me to sleep over. And we have been best friends ever since. Sometimes I wish I had never met Brooke that day. Sometimes I just don't want to be "Brooke Taylor and Haley Wood, popular " sometimes I just wanna be Haley Wood, book nerd". Well, anyway I guess I have a party to get ready for.
                          Chapter 2
"Woo Hoo!" Brooke yelled as she popped the champagne they stole from my  parent's liquor cabinet.
"Woo Hoo!" Everyone cheered in response. Oh yay. This is looking fun already. A bunch of 18 year olds drinking around my family's valuables.
"Haley, what are you doing? Everyone here has a glass of champagne except you. And it's yours!" Brooke said waving her own glass.
"Alright! Pour me half a glass." I said reluctantly, knowing Brooke doesn't take no for an answer.
Brooke downs her own glass and pours herself a new one along with Mine. I should really say something, because I hate a hungover Brooke, but I don't. Because she's my best friend and I have to let her make her own mistakes and crap.
"Here." She stumbled over to Me . I took a small sip and faked a smile as Brooke went to flirt with half the people here. I poured my glass into the bush behind me and walked over to the diving board. When I  thought I  had everyone's eyes I pulled off My coverup revealing my sexy pink and blue bathing suit that Brooke picked out for me when they went summer shopping. I had originally not liked it, but Brooke wouldn't let me leave the store without it and insisted on me wearing it today. I began to feel self-conscious with everyone staring at me, but then I realized I felt more confident then ever before. I swore everything went silent for a few seconds as people stared. In the silence I hear Brooke whistle at me. I giggled and shouted
"Summer's here bitches!!" And ran and dove in the water, Followed by Brooke and then everyone else. I was having such a great time. I looked around to find Brooke only to find the worst, she was hanging out with Brandon Maker. He is bad news. Last year he got 8 months in juvie for raping his girlfriend. He had his hands all over Brooke and she didn't even seem to care! God that girl is such an idiot! Sometimes I don't think she even knows what life is like. She just goes on living in her perfect little world of Brooke Taylor living her perfect little Brooke Taylor life. But I'm her best friend and it's my job to keep her safe. I'm the one who gave her the alcohol anyway. I swam over and got in-between them, "Brooke I need your help with something." I said pulling her away.
"Oh c'mon I was just about to get lucky." He moaned gesturing to Brooke
"Umm excuse me   I'm not that drunk. You don't have the slightest chance with me." Brooke said.
"Look you need to leave Brandon, nobody invited you"
"Fine. This party blows anyway." He said leaving. I was slightly mad at Brooke but I know she was drunk and I really don't like fighting with drunk Brooke. So I took away her champagne and put it next to the pool.
"I think you've had enough of those. And stay away from Brandon." I said. Brooke nodded and we went to talk to some other friends. I shook my head and swam over.
Chapter 3
"Thanks for letting me sleep over. You know my parents, they would smell the alcohol on me a mile away."Brooke said.
"Not a problem. My parents won't be home until Friday, so you can crash here for a few days if you want." I said groggily, tired from the party drama.
"So... What are some plans for this summer? I wanna have everything planned out so we don't waste any time." That's the thing about Brooke, though she acts dumb, she is really one of the most organized person I know. I think she wants to dumb herself down to give herself some sort of title. People say I'm the smart one, because I'm going to Yale, and she doesn't want people to think of her as the slightly less smart one, so she just comes off as the dumb, wild, girl who makes bad decisions. But she's actually going to Northeastern in Boston which is really hard to get into, so though she may seem dumb she does have a brain.
"Hmm.. Well I think tomorrow we could go to Harry's and eat the 15 scoop challenge, and then Friday we could go to the football game and watch the boys practice, and then after you can sleep over, and we can stay up all night watching movies and veg out." I said, but then again I knew that wasn't exactly Brooke's idea of fun.
"Well... I heard Megan and Sofia are throwing another end of the year party. We could go to that. "And I heard Jason Andrews was throwing a party, there's -"
"Wait. What's with all the parties? You know that's not really my scene."
"Ok fine. Just tryna help, because your ideas were the same ones we had in 4th grade." Brooke said coldly.
"Ok, well your 18 and I have a fake ID so we shouldn't have a problem getting there... And I just unlocked my trust fund so I have a ton of money and can pay for the both of us. How about we go to Saint Barth's? We could still go to parties they would just be way better then the ones here." I said, wildly smiling because I know she would say yes.
"Omg vacation! Yesyesyesyesyesyes!" I'm so exited lets go pack!" Brooke screamed, running into my bedroom.
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"No, No, No, possibly, No- God Hayley don't you have any slutty clothes?" Brooke said, annoyed.
"Well... I have one dress that I don't really wear, and what about the tops, I have like a million crop tops." I said.
"The tops are cute, but not slutty. Nobody is going to think your 21 with a mini mouse crop top that shows no cleavage. What were you saying about a dress? Go put it on." Brooke demanded. So I did. I think I looked
great. And slutty. I was lying, it's not mine, it's my sister's but she hasn't come here in 10 years so I'm sure she won't miss it. I walked into her closet and saw it. The only things she left were four dresses. All of them very slutty. Sometimes I think she left them here for me. This is probably what Brooke wants me to bring to Saint Barth's, so I grab all four. When I get back to my room I lay them out next to eachother on the floor. Brooke gasps
"Sarah's?" I nod and she crouches down and observes the dresses.
"Go try them on. Then model then for me." She said. I obliged. First I put on the blue one, the one I was gonna bring her in the first place. I looked hot. It had two thin straps. A low V-neck, an open back that went to right above my waist, and the skirt went a little higher then mid-thigh. I went out to Brooke. "How's this one?" I ask. Brooke studies it, Turing her head back and forth. "Perfect for when we go out for dinner, they will probably think your 21 if you combine that with the fake ID, but not club material. Go try on the other four. The next two she said the same thing about the other one, and when I got to the little red one I couldn't even believe my eyes. "I look like a prostitute." I said to myself. It was strapless, pushed my boobs up so they looked gigantic, had no back except for right above my butt, and barley even covered it. If I bent over I would flash everyone around me. I laughed. As I walked out to Brooke she gasped. "Turn around!" She said. I did and she immediately said "too slutty." I laughed "wow Brooke I didn't know you believed in "too slutty." She smiled and punched my arm, I laughed some more. "People are gonna think your a prostitute." I laughed some more "I know!" I went to try on the last one. It was perfect. Thick straps, but still pushed up my boobs so they were obviously out there, super tight and made my but look great, short enough but not too short, and a big open back then stopped about two inches above my butt. I stepped out and smiled. Brooke screamed, "OMG! It's perfect!! You look hot!" I laughed and quickly changed into leggings and a Beatles sweatshirt. I finished packing everything sexy I could possibly find, two crop tops, three of brooks slutty crop tops that were pretty much bandeaus with about an extra inch of space, six pairs of short shorts, a pair of jeans and a nice shirt, my jean jacket, a normal t-shirt, two pairs of pajamas, twelve pairs of underwear, and four bras. At the end I threw in my toothbrush, makeup, phone charger, and hair products. "Let's go!" I said grabbing my purse which contained $500 cash, my daddy's credit card, my fake ID, backup makeup, another phone charger, headphones, a book, and two condoms. "Nononono. Hand it over." I sighed giving her my book. "Here, take this." She said, giving me a people magazine. "Oh and these." She said dropping two boxes of condoms into my purse, each containing 12. "BROOKE!! I don't need 26 condoms for a two week trip!!" She rolled her eyes and smiled. And we left.