Swimming With Fangs

Chapter 1

Nick Jonas~ Under You

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Brooklyn Harper~

"Brooklyn!?" 

I stop at the end of the finishing line of the swimming pool and look up to find Carl crossing his arms. I smile sweetly, busted! 

"Hey coach!" I say, pulling myself to sit at the edge. 

"How many times have I told you--" 

"To not sneak in to the pool..." I continue for him... I've heard it since I started going swimming at midnight. 

Carl groans and I sigh, standing up. "Carl, you know why I come here. The big championship is coming up. You want me to be the best, don't you?" 

"Yes but--" 

"Then no buts. Come on." I playfully hit his arm. "You really have to let me do these things if you want our team to make it to finals." I add. 

"Lock up afterwards.." He gives up, walking off. 

"Thanks!" I shout and he disappears from sight. 

I grab my towel and make it to the stands or should I say bleachers, I sit down, looking at the lights in the pool. It was a sight that gave me shivers, swimming is that important to me. My parents would never understand it... never understand me. 

"I thought I saw my father leaving!" 

I smile... Leah. 

"Oh, and you expected me?" I joke, moving so she can sit next to me. 

"Of course, who else breaks into the local pool!?" 

I laugh, 

Leah Adams, she's the daughter of my coach, and my best friend. We're like long lost sisters and it's magical how we seem to see each other more than my own family... she's family. 

"I just want to be ready." I say. 

"You're always ready Brook, it's actually shocking every time you get in that pool! It's like you magically swim like a shark." She says seriously. 

I shake my head. "But it's something this time, telling me it's going to be different." 

She smiles and rubs my arm. "You'll be great either way, you're always great out there. You love competitions!" 

"You're right about that, but I'm not the only one." I raise a brow at her. 

Did I mention Leah did competitive dancing? She's the best there is in that group. She's always travelling, I do some travelling in this career. But mostly twice a year... I loved to see other places, Ireland has nothing special to the eye if you've been here for you're whole life... 

"I'm not as bad as you are my friend." She laughs and gets up. "You want a ride home?" 

I shake my head. "I took my car, I'll see you tomorrow." I say, picking up my bag and putting my towel in it.

"Ride safe." She hugs me. 

"Always do." I wave and she walks off towards the exit. 

I finish in the changing rooms and I go over to my car, and search for my keys, I hated losing them in the bag of mine. I always seem to forget taking it out before getting to the car. I hear a crash or something and turn to look around me in a rush...

"Hello? Anyone there!?" I shout. 

If there was someone, he or she doesn't answer. I frown and then continue to look for my keys, I hear footsteps and this time I stop looking around my bag and narrow my eyes around the streets around me. 

"Leah is that you!? You're not funny!" I shout. "Hello!?" 

I curse and find my key finally and quickly fiddle around the lock and open it at last. I breathe out a sigh of relief... 

"Whose Leah?" Someone suddenly asks. 

I gasp and look up again and see a guy, hands in his jacket pockets and leaning against the wall. I don't see him that well as the street light doesn't show around us.  

I frown at him. "No one you should know." I say and open my car door. 

"You know, you don't have to be like that.." 

I roll my eyes. "I'll be leaving now.." 

"Or not." 

I stare angrily at him. "What's that suppose to mean exactly?" 

"What's your name?" 

I get into the car. "Mind your own business buster!" 

I start my car and drive away from the weird guy and the pool. It's one weird night here in Belfast, I must admit. 

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I arrive home 20 minutes later and walk into the house where I stay with my... my parents. We're not in the best friendship, they are hardly home. And when they are, we don't talk much... so that's it. I love to be with my sister Peyton through, she's always there for me... she's just one year older. (Brooklyn's age: 20). 

I slowly creep upstairs and try not to wake up the parents, yes.. they're home for a bit, and I don't want them coming over to my bedroom right at this moment... speaking of... 

"Where were you young lady?" My mother appears by my door, arms crossed. 

I spoke too soon.. dammit Brooklyn. 

"Oh you know mother, drinking at the pub... chilling with the boys.." I say with a sarcastic tone, trying to pass her, but she blocks me and I frown. 

"Excuse me?" She asks me. 

I groan. "Mother, I was just out okay? Why do you even care!?" I whisper. 

"You're my daughter, don't talk to me like that!" 

"I'm in need of my beauty sleep, excuse me mother. Good night." I say and finally get to my door and open it. 

"You're grounded." She says. 

I widen my eyes, shocked. "Grounded?" I try to not laugh. "I'm 20 years old mother, you've maybe missed half my life. But it's pretty obvious.. you cant ground me!" 

"As long as you live under this roof, you are under my rules!" 

"You're never even home! How is this whole place your roof! Your house!?" 

God this woman.. how can I call her my mother anymore!? 

"Don't talk to me like that." 

"Yeah, same way here... good night." I state and shut the door on her, turning on my bedroom light and putting my duffel bag down on the floor by the desk. 

Yes people, welcome to my life. 

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