I Hate You...and I Always Will (one sided 1D fic)

Chapter 2: What the Hell is Wrong With You People?!

A/N: wow...i already have more chapters for this than that Portall fanfic. Good job BUSCUS...good job...anyways...enjoy the chapter.

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(Brooke's POV)

I woke up to the worst feeling ever. To be fair it could be either the concert I had sat through...and for some reason have no recollection of...or the drugs. I'm gonna say both. Although, the room I was in did not look familiar in anyway. I smelled like shit too. Fan-fucking-tastic. It wasn't just drugs smell like shit either.

I looked around the room some more to realize I was actually in a hotel room. Now how did I get in here? I saw Ben leaning against the window sill and Jack still asleep. 'Did they bring me here?' I thought to myself. Ben looked over at me and saw I was awake.

"Do you have ANY idea what the fuck you did yesterday?!" He asked fuming. It was strange for him since he rarely ever gets mad. I drowned back because I honestly didn't remember much of anything, but he didn't know. "Actually no I don't Ben. I can't remember anything after being called upon by British fags. What I can guess is that I took weed since I fucking smell like it and I don't remember shit at the moment so either shut the fuck up or just tell me goddamnit!" I replied. His face softened a little and he sighed. Do you really want to know?" He asked. I nodded. He sighed and began to tell me what happened.

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One story telling later

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"So let me get this straight. Jack and I got high off weed on a stage on front of 2.5 million teenage girls. I yelled at One Direction and I kissed you..." I said. "Pretty much." Ben replied blushing a little. 'HOLY SHIT BEST NIGHT EVER!!!!' But I couldn't say that...not with knowing Jeff may be there too. "Well...that was...something." I replied to that.

He looked away rom me, probably due to embarrassment. To be fair I'm an insane sadistic cocky ugly mother fucker who deserves to die. Yeaaaah...I need those anti-depressants now.

Suddenly the British Beibers came into the room, along with Kayla and Jeff. "Of good. You're awake. Harry was getting worried that y-" "Wait is this YOUR hotel room. Oh GOD I feel so dirty now. And that's saying a lot since I was smoking weed before!!" I yelled. Jeff said nothing, and glared at me. Oh no. I need to talk to him for sure.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? You just ruined the night of 2.5 million teenage girls! You're such a freak Brooke!" Yelled Kayla. "I'm no more of a freak than you are! Do I need to remind you that YOU are the one fantasizing about fucking every single one of those British losers? How about the fact that they are the only thing you seem to be capable of talking about other than the fact that I'm a freak and the lies you say like how I always flirt with Jeff! You are the single WORST friend that I've had since Julia Bernard and if you legitimentally knew me you would know how huge of a fucking statement that is. You are such a fucking burden in my life and prt of the reason I NEED to take drugs! Not only weed but my anti-depressants! You are one of the reasons why my life sucks so hard. So do me a favor and when we get back home LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!" I yelled at her. I still wasn't done though. Jeff was still glaring at me. "And you," I said pointing to him. "You are an insecure psychopath who wants to be my friend for no other reason than you have a giant ass crush on me. Everyone can see it...I can see and when that happens you know you're terrible at hiding it. So stop glaring at me since a drugged up me kissed Ben and grow a pair already! I'm fucking pissed off and just really want to be left alone. Not to mention that I'm going to get killed by my aunt when I get back since I've been gone for over 14 hours and I smell like weed and shit! So give me a damn break and stop everything!!!"

Now I was done. I was still raging mad at everything and everyone but at least I got my point across. I'm sure I made it clear to the British fucks that I hated them so it's not too much of a problem in their case. Jack was still asleep and there was nothing I could blame him for other than the weed but he honestly made it better for me at the time. I had nothing against him.

I got up and started to leave. "Where are you going?" Asked curly Afro haired guy. "Home. Where I can be the violent angry teenager that I am that has too many problems to take care of at the moment." I replied. Jeff and Ben both followed me out, while Kayla got kicked out...and ....well I don't really know about Jack.

We all walked back to the car in silence, and went home. I was, somehow, wrong about my aunt being pissed off at me. She didn't even notice that I never came back since she was streaming for Breast Cancer...or something.

"Oh god...you smell like shit!" She yelled, finally noticing the smell of weed and shirty boy band. "Thanks Aunt Reese...for the boost if confidence." I replied smirking. She smiled back while shaking her head. "Just wash yourself. You literally smell like a horse's ass and Tyler's going to be here soon."

Oh GOD Tyler! He's my Aunt's perverted best friend, whose also a YouTuber! I hate him, but an friends with him at the same time. It's just like Jeff!

I ran upstairs to my room, which I may say looks bad ass, and grabbed a random t-shirt and jeans...and other stuff no one really needs to mention. But I'm a girl, you can guess what it is.

When I stepped out of my bathroom, for whatever reason only half dressed...I found Tyler in my room. "OH GOD WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?!" I yelled. "I didn't know you were taking a shower!" He yelled back. "HOW DIDN'T LUCAH TELL YOU?" Yeah....my aunt's nickname is Lucah...shut up. "No!" God damnit Reese. "Well get out then!!!" I yelled.

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Lateeeeeeer--

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"Tyleeeeeeeeeeer!!!" I yelled. "What?" He yelled back. "The thingy!!! Wanna record?" I asked. I then heard him run over to the recording room. I smiled knowing that'd make me feel better. "You ready?" I asked. He nodded excitedly as Reese came in too. "Let's do this shit!" She yelled.

Halfway through recording the doorbell rang. "FUCKING GOD NOT AGAIN!!!" I yelled frustrated. That was he thirteenth time that happened when trying to record. "Can you get that Tyler?" Asked Reese. "Why me? It's your house?" He asked. "Do I need to show Brooke that picture of you at PAX when you-" "OKAY OKAY OKAY I'm going!" He yelled. I looked at her. "What exactly is this?" I asked. "Tell ya later..." She replied. I nodded.

"Brooooooke! It's for you!" He yelled. Who the fuck's at our door? I ran over to Tyler. "What?" I asked. He pointed to the 'guest' at the door with a frown on his face. I looked at the door and saw who it was. "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ALL OF YOU?!?!" I yelled.

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A/N: think of something funny to say Jacki...uhh...uhh....BALLZ. There I'm good. See you sooon!