-Brooke-
I wake up on my new king sized bed and immediately take a shower. I wash my hair and my body and quickly get out.
I grab pants and a bra and put them on and then walk to my wardrobe to see my clothes were already out there. I hate this. Nothing to complain about. I put on a pair of Jean shots and a white lacy crop top with my superstars. I brush my hair and do my makeup.
"Good morning!" My mum says as I walk into the kitchen and I give her a smile. I grab an apple and start walking to the door.
"Where are you going, Brooke?" My mum asks worriedly and I grab a key.
"Exploring the neighbourhood. Be back later." I say and walk out of the house, closing the door behind me before she could say anything. I quickly find a bin and throw the finished Apple away.
Now, where to go.
I walk past the huge houses and turn a corner to find a diner. Yes. I really want pancakes. With syrup. And a hot chocolate with whipped cream and marshmallows! My favourite.
I walk into the diner and see a group of guys am that instantly remind me of James and Jack. I miss them so much. I walk to a booth and sit down. Literally a second later a waiter comes to me and asks what I want. I order the pancakes with syrup and the hot chocolate.
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"Thank you." I say and start eating my delicious pancakes. Yummy! It's like heaven. Sweet heaven.
When I finish my breakfast I stay at the booth, texting Emily, Jack and James on our group chat.
"Are you new?" I hear a voice ask me and see one of the guys from earlier sit in front of me. I look up from my phone at his dark misty green eyes and dark brown hair. Damn, he's fit.
"Are you lost?" I say and a smirk appears on his face. Player. Fuckboy. Whatever you want to call it.
"British? I like that." Ugh. I hardly got to America and I already hate the guys.
"Well, go like it somewhere else." I say raising my eyebrows and I hear a group of guys oohhhing. I roll my eyes and go back to the group chat.
"Shut it." He says to his friends and I take a deep breath, locking my phone.
"Go back to your fucking friends because in case you haven't realised, you're not welcome here." I say a bit louder than intended but he still sits there. I can't leave because then I would lose. Brooke Jones always wins at everything. Except sports. I'm not a sporty person. In cross country I literally walk.
"What's your name, England?" He asks and I scoff. What the fuck? I'm not the whole bloody population of England. Idiot. Might as well play along, though. What girl doesn't like fit guys?
"Brooke. How about you America?" I smirk and he leans closer to me.
"Ryan." Okay, I am going to leave before it gets further than it should.
But he's so fit.
But that doesn't really matter right now.
LOOK AT THOSE MUSCLES!!
I hate myself.
"Hello?" I hear Ryan say and I snap out of my thoughts.
"Bye." I say and leave the Diner. Shit! I forgot to pay! I quickly run back into the diner and to the counter. "Sorry! I forgot to pay!" I say and quickly pay the man and check my phone on the way out. I am almost out when I walk into a hard chest. Ouch. I fall to the floor but luckily my phone doesn't fly out of my hands. My phone is my baby. Don't tell me yours isn't.
"Hello again." I hear the familiar voice and instantly roll my eyes.
"Are you gonna help me or just stand there?" I snap and he holds his hand out with a smirk. I grab his hand and jump up. "Thank you." I say and walk out of the diner.
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"I know, mum! Goodbye!" I almost shout and walk out of the house. I make sure to grab my bag and make my way to the school I will now be attending. It's literally round the corner so it's easy to find.
"I'm new. I need my schedule." I say, chewing on my watermelon gum, as I get to the reception of the school. The grumpy old lady at he desk gives me it and I take a look.
1. History
2.Maths
-Break
4.Biology
5.Geography
-Lunch
6.English
7.PE
That's just great. Don't you love school? I walk down the halls looking at my schedule and bump into someone, causing me to fall down. Again. I rub head and roll my eyes.
"Do you people not watch where you go?!" I shriek angrily and get up.
"Don't get your knickers in a twist!" The one and only, Ryan says mocking my accent. I grab his shirt a pull his face so close to mine, I can feel his hot breath.
"Shut the fuck up." I say quietly and walk away, pushing towards the lockers. I hear a few people laugh and gasp but I keep walking, trying to find my locker.
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Love Drunk
Ficção Adolescente"Good things don't last forever. That's something I've learnt throughout my life. That's why I'm avoiding spending time with Ryan, just the two of us. It won't last. Nothing ever does. " Brooke Jones is the Badass of her school in England. Girls env...
