A Devious Player And His Bitchy Roommate {1}

Tuesday ch.20

*Sabellas pov*

"Honestly Brooklyn I think he's bull shitting me" I said getting deeper into the warm tub filled with bubbles.

"Like I think he's fucking with me you know. He's not being honest with me I could tell" I added on saying.

Brooklyn didn't respond to anything so she shrugged her shoulders instead.

I gave a questionable look at her. Brooklyn always had something to say now all of a sudden she isn't saying much.

She wasn't acting like herself lately and I hope to God that Liam wasn't the cause of her actions. I see she's been hanging around with him often and I don't want her to end up like the rest of the girls that Liam left heartless.

Brooklyn is a beautiful girl and I just hope that one day she'll meet a guy that loves her the way I love her because sometimes I believe she forgets who she is as a person.

She was just sitting on the floor gazing at the wall blankly.

What the hell is wrong with her?

Shaking my head I finally spoke up.

"Father dick head called again didn't he" I said leaning my head back alittle.

She shrugged her shoulders while tiny droplets slip down her cheeks.

I frowned, "Aw Brooklyn babe" I said sitting up. She was slowly tearing a part.

Piece by piece I could feel her heart disintegrate into the air.

Shit. I'm not really good in these type of situtations but I'll try my best to listen.

But honestly, all I could really say to myself is poor Brooklyn.

Damn. Now that I rethink that, I feel like a bad friend.

Grabbing my purple fuzzy towel off its towel rack I rapped it around me and stepped out the bathtub.

"You know what....we should start some trouble tonight."

Brooklyn looked up at me with red, teary eyes and pouted like a little baby.

Reaching out my hand for her to grab, I whispered a little something in her ear.

Yup. This is definatly going in my memory book.

*****

"Woooooohhhh hooooooooo" Brooklyn yelled runing around campus booty naked.

"Ehehehehehehehe eeeeee" I yelled runing after her.

We were both runing up and down the boys dorms banging pans together like maniacs. Shit and its not the first time we did this.

I was about 15 or 16 when I first started to streak. It was at a funeral and honestly I hated the vibe. I know I know, bitchy as it sounds, I never really met the guy. Guy meaning my brother.

But I kinda didn't like the way everyone was expecting me to burst out in tears like when I seen Glen's head wasn't even a head anymore.

(Walking Dead talk people)

So I ran back towards my house not even realizing Brooklyn was following me than ding ding ding, Brooklyn brought up streaking.

"Oh shi-" Brooklyn said triping over air. Snapping back to reality my heart started racing.

"Oh shit. Someone call the ambulance we need a fucking doctor people!" I said yelling at the guys who was now eye fucking the shit out of me and Brooklyn.