The HUNK, Brooklyn Fox has a sister, who has a PAST.
A PAST she does not want to see or hear about. A PAST which ruined her life. A PAST which made her insecure. A PAST she is finally over with.
But what happens when the PAST reappears?
What happen...
After coming back from the school I took a small beauty nap and now its the time to get ready for the party. The party to which I don't want to go.
The most difficult part is to choose a dress and the best part is that Emma and Selena are also coming. Daisy had some family dinner, so she couldn't come.
I look at my closet trying to figure out what should I wear. "Are you ready!?" Brook shouts from the kitchen. I could hear his footsteps coming closer towards my door.
"I don't have anything to wear." I reply frustrated. He slowly opens the door as I stand there in my pj's and tank top with my clothes all over the floor.
His jaw drops on seeing me."Such a messy girl" He exclaims in disbelief. "Shut up!" I say grown."Get ready fast or I am leaving without you" He states.
"Ugh! I have nothing to wear." I cry. "I can see- you don't have anything to wear." He say's pointing at the heaps of clothes. "Uff! get out of my room, let me get ready" I say pushing him out.
After spending a hour in figuring out what to wear I finally go with a golden gliter shorts and simple black tanktop with with black wedges and a choker.
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I leave my hair free giving light curls and apply some black eye shadow to my eyelids to create a smoky affect.
My blue eyes are emphasized by the smoky eye shadow and my lips are full and pouty from the gloss dabbed on them. I stare mayself in the mirror, I nod appreciating how I look.
I walk down staires to see a Brook waiting for me restlessly. "You are late," he says pointing at his watch. "It's better to arrive late than to arrive ugly." I roll my eyes.
"We are not going by your stupid bike right?" I confirm. "Nah, Nah, we are going by car" he winks showing me the keys, "Mom allowed me to drive her car"
"And who is going to drive us?" I narrow my eyes though I know the answer. "Your big brother" he smirks. "
Ha! Ha! Big brother, you are just a minute older than me" I roll my eyes. "You wanna come or not?" he questions, getting out of the house. I follow him.
Hardy had I opened the car door when he stopped me,"This seat is reserved." I look at him digesting what he said. "Reserved what?" I frown. My eyes fall on Cruz coming out of his house, whistling.
He looked like a young Brad Pitt. His hazel hair were coiffed to perfection. The hair he groomed so carefully had a rippling quality, a sign of his rude health. His eyes had the same startling clarity as a mountain stream and the lineaments of his face were in perfect proportion to each other. The roman nose he sported complemented his prominent cheekbones.
How can a person manage to look so captivating in only simple black jeans and a white t-shirt? I questioned myself.
"Miss! Please excuse me," Cruz gives a goofy smile before shoving me off and sliding inside the passenger seat.
