Die to Live *EDITING*

Brook

Brook Three

I stood back with my friends as Ashley told Gabriella that she was going to go with us to the back room. I saw Gabri look a little hurt for a second before nodding and crossing her arms as Ashley bounded back over to us, a grin spread across her face. Oh, what I would give to be happy like her all the time.

"She said it's fine," Ash smiled and grabbed my arm, pulling me to the back room with everyone else in tow. I could barely hear the sound of my shoes hitting the concrete floor over the loud club music as I struggled to keep up with Ashley's energetic pace. She dragged me through people, not even caring if she split up groups of people to get to the back room. Man, this girl is on a mission.

Every few seconds she would look back at me to make sure I was still there even though she had me by the arm. She probably didn't even notice that her manicured nails were digging into the dark flesh of my arm. Her fingers were wrapped around my arm so tight her knuckles were turning white, the white bright against my dark skin. I caught a look at myself in one of the many mirrors we passed on the walls, my curly hair was escaping from its bun that I had fought to get in, in the first pace. I scowled a little at my hair's stubbornness, my curls refused to do what I'd like them to do. I looked behind me to see Mason and Cameron slowly following us. Their faces made me laugh a little, they looked bored out of their minds. I didn't blame them, they weren't the party type and they were hanging out with a bunch of girls. Ashley pulled me harder and more urgently toward the door to the back room as we neared it, obviously wanting to get away from the music. She reached for the door before we were even ten feet from it, holding her arm way out until her fingertips collided with the silver door knob. She threw the door open, making it bounce off of the door stopper attached to the floor, before dragging me inside and over to a group of couches.

"You have to tell me about how you hooked up with that new kid, Connor." She smiled at me as she sat down, patting next to her for me to sit. She grinned at me as I sat next to her, her hand covering mine as she whispered the last part as Cam and Mason following us. I rolled my eyes. Is it still socially acceptable to gossip about how you hooked up with someone? Whatever, I'll tell her anyway.

"Well, you know Aaron F.'s party last week?" I grinned back at her as she nodded her head excitedly. "Well, I might have gotten a little drunk and he was drunk and he said he had a thing for black girls who can dress with class but still flaunt their assets, so we sat and talked for awhile. Next thing I know he kissed me and then the rest is well... you know, history." I bit my lip, hoping she wouldn't know I was lying.

Ashley's face flatlined as she leaned back. "There's no fucking way that that is the story. I know you better than that Brook. You don't let boys get with you without them having to make an effort." She crossed her arms and smirked at me, knowing she had caught me in my lie.

"Damn it." I muttered before smiling at her. "It was worth a try?"

"No, now tell me the real story or I will go find Connor and have him tell me the story." She smirked again. God how I hate her sometimes.

"You're such a bitch sometimes, Ash." I rolled my eyes, not even trying to contain my smile. "Well, he tried to get with me and I said no at first, so he went to flirt with other girls, so I figured two can play at that game. He saw me hanging all over boys before he finally came over and asked if I wanted a drink. Then we talked but I still made him try to show me he was really interested in me and not just what's under my jeans. Eventually he proved it by actually listening when I talked to him and he was so sweet and-"

"Laaaaaame." Ash rolled her eyes and smiled at me. "I was looking forward to a 'It was just a one time thing but man, the sex was amazing' story. Not a Nicholas Sparks love story."