... A Girlfriend?
Jake's POV
What the fuck was taking Brooke so long? It was going on four and she was no where to be seen. I thought she said she'd only be an hour and a half. I pulled out my phone to send her a text but put it back in my pocket when I realized I didn't have her number. I really should get it.
That was it offically six minutes past four which meant she was nineteen minutes late and nothing bothers me more than people leaving me waiting.
Suddenly a pale thin arm wrapped itself around my neck and the smell of her sweat was quite disgusting. "Hey Jake" A familiar high pitched annoying voice said to me.
"Madison" I say her name in a deep irritated voice not bothering to look at her. She was at the root of all my problems right now. My problems with the troops and with my parents. When Mom found out that Madison was back in town she immediately set up a dinner date for us and arranged a games night for both families to take part in. Not one of those events did I want to attend and for one reason only. I loathed Madison. Everything about her angered me, the way she gets what she wants when she wants and how she can never take no for an answer. I would rather stick needles in my eyes than have a romantic dinner with her however it was scheduled for tomorrow night and the games night would be taking place this weekend.
"I can't wait for tomorow night." She said seductively running her hand slowly down my chest. "I'm sure it's going to be... exciting. " She whispered into my ear before walking towards her car. I tried hard not to stare at her ass, I really did, but in my defence she was wearing a thong.
"Jake!!" Brooke called my name and waved her hand in front of my face destroying my view of Madison's ass. My eyes snapped to hers and narrowed letting her know I was pissed off. "Sorry I'm late." She said innocently looking at her feet. She had a smile planted on her face that was wider than distance.
"Your twenty one minutes late." I told her my voice coming out a little edgy. I hadn't realised I had been waiting that long for her. God I must have looked like such a loser.
Well it was kinda worth the wait when all the fit girls left the building in their volleyball kits. I would like to know who exactly designed those uniforms and congratulate them. What a marvellous invention they were."Yeah I'm sorry bout that, Coach held us back to give us the 'Ralley Bird' talk." Her smile didn't fall and if anything it just grew bigger.
"What the hell is the 'Ralley Bird' talk?" I asked her air quoting the name, like she just did. It sounded familiar to me however I had no clue what it actually was.
"It's a long story" She said talking a large gulp of water from her bottle. She wiped her mouth with the back of hand and still had that goofy smile of hers on her beautiful face. Brooke was a good looking girl but she wasn't hot, even in leather pants, however she had a great personality. Whereas Madison, on the other hand, Madison was hot but had an ugly personality.I ran my eyes down Brooke's body for like the hundreth time today.
She had been dressing differently since we started fake dating each other. Now she always seemed to be dressed in black. For the first time since I had ever laid eyes on her she had her hair down, and it was really long. It sort of enhanced her body figure and made her look skinnier. Her black jeans, her combat boots, the white t-shirt she was wearing, it all matched and I'm sure she just woke up and threw it on without thinking much about it. She doesnt seem like the type of girl to worry about hair and makeup and her figure. But then again she might be and could be hiding it very well.
I looked back at her face and saw her blushing as she caught me checking her out, but what can I say, I'm a hormonal teenge boy. I check out every girl in this school and they all check me out so its fair. "Stop blushing Strawberry." I ordered her and pulled her closer to me while holding onto her waist. "Lets go" And we walked over to my car with my arm round her waist and hers around mine.
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