A Chance Worth Taking

Chapter Three Unfamiliar Faces

~ "If you don't like something, change it. If you can't change it, then change your attitude." ~ Maya Angelou

Chapter Three

Unfamiliar Faces

Brooke's POV

My first thought of East Williston's schools was along the lines 'Did I take a wrong turn, because this looks more like Hogwarts than a high school'. There's a cluster of large buildings containing everything from kindergarteners to seniors. I can see a football field, a soccer field, and a track scattered throughout the campus. I knew that this school would be big, but this was ridiculous. On the bright side Tommy would be close by. On the down side I have no sense of direction. I was going to get lost. It's inevitable.

I take a deep breath as we start towards the main building. Something quickly catches my eye. In the parking lot there was a section seemingly devoted to motorcycles. I counted at least six. A group of kids were milling among them, waiting for the bell to dismiss them to class. I looked at them curiously, trying to be subtle about it. No such luck.

"Ohhhh look Brookey! More motorcycles!" Tommy says delightedly. I nod in acknowledgement of his words. He grins up at me, "The guy from earlier is over there too!" I look back up and sure enough he's there, leaning against his bike and talking to a group of guys.

"That's nice Tommy." I say absentmindedly as we get closer to him and his group of friends. Great we have to walk right past them to get to the main building. Hopefully they won't notice us.

"I'm gonna go say hi." Tommy says.

"I really don't think that's a good idea." I say, but its already too late. He slips his small fingers out of my grasp and goes running up towards the curly haired boy.

Crap. Now I had to go after him. I walk as slowly as possible, dreading the encounter. When I get there Tommy is already talking animatedly and pointing at me and jumping around. The boy looks amused. He smirks and waves at me.

"Hey Brooke." He says in his slow raspy voice. Three guys look my way as well. They don't look like typical bikers. No tattoos or piercings at least that I can see. Just a crowd of unfamiliar faces.

"Hi." I say flatly. Tommy takes it upon himself to bring me into the conversation.

"Brooke, remember when Uncle Morgan's car had that weird thingy that was all messed up when it went over bumps?"

I do a mental face palm and can't help but correct my younger brother. "His rear engine capsule was worn about, which made the shock absorbers virtually ineffective." I'm not quite sure what this has to do with the conversation, so I cross your arms and wait for the first chance to grab Tommy and leave. Tommy nods enthusiastically and continues to talk at a mile a minute.

"Well Louis," He points at the brunette closest to you, "His bike, the black one, with the oh what's it called?" Tommy furrows his brow and points at the silver back compartment.

"Passenger Cartridge" I say quietly. At one point my dad and I had tried to teach Tommy about motorcycles, but he didn't have the same love or attention that my dad and I have. Well had. He was a smart kid though, and he loved going fast.

At this point Harry and a few of his friends are eyeing me curiously, but Tommy doesn't notice.

"Yeah yeah, thanks, his bike has a problem like that, and I was just telling them how you fixed the car and maybe you could look his bike."

Now I'm definitely getting weird looks.

One of the boys laughs at the thought of me fixing the bike and I resist the urge to roll your eyes or punch him in the face. I can already tell that the front thruster is being used too much which makes turning hard and going over bumps even harder.

Instead of telling them that I just smile. "Tommy it's time to go sign in."

His face falls, but he shrugs and follows me.

"Wait." The curly haired boy says. I bite my lip, but stay where I am.

"Don't you want to know my name?" He teases. Not really. That would be rude to say though.

"Um..." You try to stall.

"Really Harry? Stop terrorizing the new students!" Says a new voice. I look up gratefully to see a blond girl glaring at the boy...Harry?

"Thanks." I say just loud enough for her to hear.

She smiles kindly. "I'm Gillian, but everyone calls me Gilly. Come on, I'll take you to the main office. " She grabs my arms and steers you toward the main doors.

"Sorry about Harry. He's a huge flirt. Just ignore him. Oh and the other guys are Louis, Liam, and the wannabes. You may want to steer clear of them too." She smiles.

She reminds me of the girl I used to be.

"So what were you guys talking about?" She asks curiously.

"Motorcycles."

"Ok." She says doubtfully.

"Brooke loves motorcycles." Tommy pipes up from behind us.

Gilly laughs unsurely and I get yet another weird look.

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