The Brooks Boys

Chapter Twenty One

~Eleanor's P.O.V~


I yell and kick, trying to wriggle out of his strong hold, but it's hopeless.
He throws me into the passenger seat and starts the car.

"I'm taking you to your house. Are your parents still out?" He asks. I ignore him and turn my attention to the window.

"Look, Ellie I..." He removes one hand from the steering wheel and places it onto my thigh. I shiver under his touch.

"Don't touch me." I say as coldly as I can but he shakes his head.

"I know you're mad but you've got to listen to me. I-"

"Oh look how the tables have turned."

"Ellie, please don't be like this."

"Be like what, Beau? Like you?" I giggle to myself at the thought of being compared to him. "The difference between you and I is the fact that I would actually listen and forgive you, not scheme against you, lie to you or humiliate you!" I shout. He stays quiet and removes his hand.


Another tear falls onto my lap as the car comes to a hault.
I get out as quickly as I can and rush to the porch. I notice his loud footsteps behind me and begin to run to towards door.
Oh wait. I don't have a key. I mentally slap my self in the face for giving my things to April, but I don't stop running. I can't stop running.
I'm pretty sure I remember the code for the back door.

I can still feel Beau following me as I open the back gate. I run through quickly and bolt it from the inside.

I type in the code and open the door.

"Ellie! Wait!" He calls from the other side of the gate.

I run in and lock the door behind me. It's going to take a lot more than a few meaningless words for me to forgive him now.

I flick off my heels and lean against the door. Streams of tears flow down my cheeks as I sink to the floor. I can't believe this is happening to me. This is not how I had imagined this night in my head. I thought I could just speak to him, explain what happened and get on with the night. Then soon the dare would be over. It would have gone this way if I were dealing with someone else, a normal guy. But I'm not, this is Beau Brooks. And it seems like nothing ever goes right when he is around. My worst experiences since I've been here have been down to him. But then again, so have my best.


There is a sudden sharp series of thuds against the door. I drag my self off the kitchen floor and try to recover from my sobbing session.

I draw back the blinds, hoping to see my parents.

Instead, the glass door reveals Beau. He is drenched from the on going rain and is banging the sides of his fists into the door.

"Stop!" I shout. The solid beat of his knocks are driving me crazy.

"No! Not until you let me in." He says flicking his wet hair to one side. I must admit that he does look adorable out there. With his drenched shirt clinging to his body showing off every muscle on his chiseled torso and the way that small droplets of rain are trickling off the tip of his nose.

No. I need to stop. Despite his appearance he still hurt me and I need to remember that.

"Ellie please let me explain this to you!" He shouts.

"No, you didn't let me explain. Besides I don't want to hear it anyway."

"I did Ellie, right after you..."

"Right after I kissed you?"

"Yeah after that."

I keep quiet, not knowing how to respond. He's right, he did listen to me. But I had a valid explanation and proof. I doubt he has proof or an explanation as to how he 'accidentally' schemed against me.

"You can't deny how you feel about me Ellie. Just as I can't deny how I feel about you." He says through the glass. I honestly don't know how I feel about him now.

"How do you feel about me?" I ask slowly, slightly afraid of the answer.

"I don't know..."

"I thought so."

"No you didn't let me finish. I don't know, but it's amazing. I haven't felt this way in a long time Ellie. Ever since you walked into that room I've felt it. And I know you felt it too."


"Yeah. It's called lust." I'm not falling for one of his sappy speeches, that he probably uses on every girl he knows. If he really felt that way he wouldn't have said those things. He said that I was just like every other girl in the building.

"No Ellie. I think it's called love." He looks down and kicks the forming puddle under his feet. He looks shy. Beau, shy?

I sigh in defeat and unlock the door.

"Thank you," He smiles and takes off his wet jacket. He then begins to remove his shirt.

"W-what are you doing?" I stutter. I wish he didn't have this effect on me.

"It's wet." He laughs and places the clothes on the raidiator.

I roll my eyes at him and lead him to the couch. I sit on the other side of the settee and wait for his explanation.


"So..." I coax.

"Well what do you want me to explain first?"

"Maybe, why you decided to plot against me." I say and turn my body away from him.

"I'm sorry okay? I don't know what I was thinking and I never wanted any of this shit to happen. They didn't tell me that they were going to humiliate you, if I knew they were I wouldn't have gone through with it. I swear."

"So what were your intentions Beau?" I feel my tears pushing their way up again. I knew letting him in here was a bad idea.

"Please don't cry. I was angry after what I heard and wanted to hurt you like it hurt me. I had been given false information, imagine how I felt Ellie."

"How you felt? Beau, I've just been called a slut by the whole God damned school and more! And you want me to feel sorry for you?" I cup my hands around my face to catch the falling tears.

"Don't worry about them. Luke and I sorted it out, they don't think that anymore. And even if they did why would it matter? You know you're not a slut and so do I."

"That's not the point. It's the fact that if April hadn't video recorded that night then you wouldn't have believed me. You would have taken me downstairs and laughed at me like everyone else."

"That's not true. I believed you after you kissed me. I watched the tape for reassurance, just to be sure. Because I trust you Ellie." He slides closer to me and takes one of my hands away from my face.

"Do you trust me? Do you trust me enough to forgive me Ellie?" He hovers over me.
I can't help but admire the way he looks at the moment. His exposed chest is rising and falling in unison with mine as he brushes his damp hair away from his face.

I want to say yes but I can't, something's stoping me. One last tear rolls out from the corner of my eye. Beau leans in and catches it between his lips, softly kissing my cheek in the process.
That was it. This small gesture of affection was the push I needed. I can't let him go.

I nod with a smile as he scoops me into his arms.




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