Damaged Love Club

Chapter 1: Brooklyn's POV

I walk away from all my friends laughing around the bonfire on the dry part of the beach. I'm being completely left out, as always. I don't even know this new kid everyone's talking to, apparently he's Cody's cousin. Everyone was paying attention to him, and forgetting about me. When I have been friends with these people for 3 years, and this boy just came into the picture. From the parts of the conversation I heard, he's just telling stories. I can tell, Tana's already falling for him. She falls for every damn guy she lays eyes on.

But then again, I can kind of see why everyone's so intrigued by him. He's pretty good looking; tall, kind of muscular, dark brown hair. I mean, I've barely looked at the guy but so far I like what I see.

I walk over to the ocean, but refusing to put even one foot in the shallow water because I am terrified of sharks and jellyfish and I can't see shit since it's so dark, away from the bonfire. I stand in front of the ocean & listen to the waves, and let the wind mess up my long, chestnut hair. 

"Hey."

I spin around quickly, and see the guy who's been completely replacing me. "You scared the shit out of me!" I complain.

He chuckles, "I'm sorry, but that was really funny. Anyways I saw you walk over here all alone and figured you felt a little left out, so I came over here to introduce myself and get to know you."

I blink at him for what feels like 10 minutes, in shock. That's the most caring thing somebody has just said to me that I just met.

"Thanks... that's really... thoughtful of you."

Even though I can still barely see him because of how dark it is, he's even more attractive up close. Oh God, keep the lights off before I start drooling. Wait, I'm outside.

"No problem, I'm Tyler," he says, with the most welcoming and friendly voice ever.

"And I'm Brooklyn."

I can barely see but I can tell his face breaks into a big smile, and I have no idea why. I was just telling him my name, which I hate. A lot. Why can't I have any other name besides Brooklyn?

"Will you go back to the bonfire with me?" He asks. Of course, he wants to go back, just so I can be left out all over again.

"Umm, no. Tana and Elise are already all obsessed with you, now it's like I don't exist, cause now it's all about their little prince charming," I say bluntly, probably sounding rude. But I don't care, this boy might be holy-guacamole-hot-as-shit, but he's stealing all my friends.

He bursts into laughter, like I just told the world's funniest joke. I start laughing only because well, I guess his laugh is contagious. No wonder why everyone's spending so much time with him. He's fun without even trying.

Shut the hell up, stupid feelings.

"Well, then I guess I'll stand up here with you."

"Okay, sounds boring but I guess I'm stuck with it," I tease.

"Oh, you know I'm the best company ever!"

"Shut up, hanging out with you is like hanging out with a rock," I giggle, nudging him. Oh God, I'm being flirty aren't I?

And then I stand there overthinking, until I'm flipped over and now being carried by Tyler. He threw me over his shoulder, my head hanging by his back and my legs dangling through the air. Damn, he smells good. Feeling like a rocket, dumbass me starts singing, "We're going on a trip, in our favorite rocket ship, zooming through the sky, little einsteins." And once again he booms with laughter.

He puts me back down so he doesn't drop me because he's laughing so hard. And then I start laughing with him, again. His laugh his comforting, I find myself liking it. I really hope I'm not falling for him, can't afford that.

"Okay, can I get to know you now?" He asks when we quiet down. Why would anyone want to get to know me? I'm boring, basic and weird all at the same time.

"Sure," I say instead.

"Middle name?"

"Nicole."

"Last name?"

I roll my eyes and mutter jokingly, "Creep."

"Seriously," he says.

"Contina."

"Brooklyn Nicole Contina. I like your name."

"Thanks, what's your full name?" I ask. We're standing close, closer than I thought. And it feels as comfortable as ever, like it's where I belong.

"Tyler Thomas Buerlin," He mutters, looking embarrassed. "Favorite food?"

"Cookies!" I blurt. Cookies are the love of my life, I have at least 5 small ones or 1 big one a day. Whenever I don't I feel like I have withdrawals. Then I realize how unhealthy that is. But who cares.

"I'm gonna call you Cookie now. Like, Brookie-Cookie," Tyler laughs.

"Brookie-Cookie? What the hell?" I say with a big grin on my face. He's such an idiot, but I like it. And then we're both laughing, once again. This is the most fun I've had in a while. I don't know why or how this is so fun but I guess he makes it fun.

"Hey! Can you two over there quit flirting and come join the fire, we're making smores," Cody yells. My smile drops to a straight face, which is turning hot and red. Oh God, were we flirting? How could I be so stupid? No, we weren't flirting we were just having fun. I want to disappear, I'm so embarrassed.

We walk back over to the bonfire and sit down, and now he's sitting across from me. I'm roasting my marshmallow, sneaking glances at him every few minutes. I wish it was light outside, I can't see how hot he is in the dark. Wait, I meant I can't see what he looks like in the dark.

Actually no, I didn't. Oops.

I look up after a minute of roasting a second marshmallow and it looks like he's staring at me. Is he staring at me? No, he's not. It's dark, I can't see.

Suddenly a marshmallow splats in my face and I hear Tyler cracking up. I wipe it off my face. Oh no, he did not. I grab the marshmallow from my stick and get up, and smear it in his face. He gets most of it off his face and pushes me to the ground, getting sticky marshmallow in my hair and face.

"Goodness guys, already getting it on?" Cody says.

That's when I realize he's on top of me.