Unexpected

Prologue

Brooke is heartbroken. Why, because her boyfriend of 3 years cheated on her and broke her heart. She's devastated, depressed, and angry. Angry at herself for believing in his game and his lies.

After a lecture from her best friend, she decided to make an effort to get back on her feet. She goes to a party on a Saturday night hoping for things to get better, but things make a turn for the worst. Drunk and alone in the middle of the night isn't one of the best decisions she's made. She's angry and does everything she can to forget. She finds herself in an abandoned park around the neighborhood and stumbles across a group of guys. Not just any guys. The most talked about guys in town. The Kings.

What happens when they find her alone, drunk, and hurt in the middle of the night?

Things happen, secrets are spilled, feeling arise, and mistakes are made.

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Brooke's POV:

"What the fuck is your problem?" He screamed at me. He pushed me down on my bed and slammed his fists on the wall. He groaned and shook his head. "I can't." He swung open my door and slammed it shut. I got up and ran after him. When I didn't see him in the living room I panicked and rushed outside to my front yard. He was about to strap on his helmet and drive off when I stopped him from doing so.

"Can you stop for a minute and listen to me." I screamed. I had enough of his bitchy attitude.

"Let you explain what? There is nothing to explain." He yelled back. He threw his helmet on the ground and stomped towards me.

"You don't get it." I whispered. I crossed my arms and looked down. "You're not giving me a chance." I felt a tear go down my check and I squeeze my eyes shut. Now is not the time to cry. I chanted to myself inside my head.

"Get what? That you... That you practically..." He stayed still and remembered what happened. He remembered everything I did and said to him. "I can't even say it. I don't even want to think about it." He yelled. His voice held so much emotion. Pain, anger, disappointment but most of all betrayal.

"Please." I said my voice cracking.

"Fine go ahead. Explain!" He said gritting his teeth. He crossed his arms and looked at me waiting for an explanation. Yet I couldn't give him one, because there was no explanation for what I did. I couldn't give him one as much as I wanted too. He scoffed and shook his head.

"I knew it." He said. "I fucking knew it." He looked at me. Waiting for me to say something. Anything that can stop him from leaving and walking away for good. I looked down at the ground creating a curtain of my own hair to cover my face and I started sobbing. Feeling warm salty tears go down my cheeks.

"Why do I even bother." He whispered. He threw his hands up in the air and turned around. His back was facing me and as much as I wanted to stop him I couldn't. It's like my mind couldn't process anything that was happening. Like my feet were glued to the ground. As if I had just lost my voice. It's because I felt the heartbreak all over again. But this time it was much worse than the last. So I didn't do anything.

I just watched him walk away.

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