The Brooks Boys

Chapter Fourty Two

The songs for this chapter:

Fall out boy - Alone Together.

The 1975 - The City.

~Beau's P.O.V~

"Ready?" I ask Ellie as she lifts her bag onto her shoulders.

She smiles exhaustedly after a long day of touring around the drama department and meeting new people. That wasn't actually as bad as I thought it was going to be. Seen as most of the guys spend their free time in non-existent worlds, I had no reason to get jealous and break few teeth, like I had previously predicted.

"Yeah. My house?" she asks, gripping my hand as we wander through the school gates.

"Sure." I wink.

"So, Shakespeare?" She raises and eye brow at me.

God damn it. That girl is good. I've been avoiding the topic of my little outburst all afternoon. Truth is, I just couldn't help myself. I never know what to say to her so why not use old Williams words?

"What about him?" I say, trying to steer clear of her curiosity.

"Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about. You quoted Shakespeare this afternoon. It was pretty good for someone that supposedly 'hates' books." She nudges me.

"I never said I hated books! And the only reason why I can recite that is because I auditioned with the piece from the part of the story when Romeo announces his undying love for Ell-I mean Juliet." I weakly defend myself. But I'm not sure if she's going to buy it. I'm also not sure as to why I feel the urge to defend myself from her accusations.

It's not normal for someone like me to openly admit that they can recite Shakespeare. It's not normal for someone like me to even, you know? Be with a girl like her.

"Stop looking at me like that. Who is Shakespeare? I've never even heard of the guy!" I protest falsely, adding a hint of humor.

"Whatever." She sighs.

"Whatever? Did you just sass me young lady?"I grab her waist and we stop on the pavement. I know exactly how to distract her from this situation.

"Of course! And I think it's cute anyway." She shrugs tilting her body away from me slightly.

I guess I can't pull her away from the subject as easily as I thought.

"Me, fucking cute?" I laugh.

"Yeah." She says turning towards me. "Because of these." her fingers stroke the indents in my cheeks as her eyes examine the rest of my face. "and these are adorable," she moves to my eyes that can't help fluttering when her hands graze over the corners of them.

"And this," she whispers sweeping her thumb across my lips.

Closer, she leans. I can feel her sharp breaths on my skin.

"Kiss me." I plead and she shakes her head, laughing at me. She moves away and continues to walk down the road, leaving me breathless. Fuck.

"I swear to God Ellie, when we get home," I threaten, catching up with her.

After muttering a few things to myself about punishing her by throwing her onto her bed when we get back, we finally reach the house.

We skip up her drive way, swinging our hands back and fourth with every hop.

She opens the door leading me in and as soon as it shuts, she drops her bag and my hands move to her hips.

"Ready for your punishment, baby?" I kiss the words onto her neck and her breathing hitches.

"I- well. I erm. I need the loo." she says hastily, pushing my arms away. She didn't even give me enough time to make fun of her word for the toilet before running down the hall.

Suddenly a phone rings in the large living room and I look around trying to trace the sound.

It's coming from Ellie's bag.

I walk over to retrieve her phone and see that she has multiple unanswered texts from April and Esme. They must be really worried. Especially because of Ellie's absence today. I still haven't had a chance to pester her about what was wrong with her earlier but I promise myself that I will as soon as she gets back from the 'loo'.

Oh. Well I guess that's not the only thing that I'll be pestering her about tonight. The long line of texts bring me down to my worst nightmare.

A call from fucking Troye.

The phone sits in my hand and my eyes flicker back and fourth between the object and the hall deciphering wether I should look into her phone. From the front screen I can tell who has called her today, but I need to be aware of any possible texts he has sent to her. And what they said. It won't be hard and I'll be quick. Knowing her it's most likely not password protected and it doesn't count as stalking right? I mean, I'm her boyfriend. Surely the rules of privacy don't apply to me.

But what if she's text him back before?

My conscience whispers and before I can help myself I'm scrolling through her call log.

"Beau?" She calls and I freeze in my spot.

"Yeah babe?" I call back, fiddling with her bag whilst trying to remember the phones original position.

"Wait there I'm just going to get dressed." she calls and I let out a deep breath.

Thank fuck for that.

I scroll further to find that he's called her every fucking day of this week.

I take a seat on the sofa and chuck the phone down beside me in frustration. What am I going to do? I've addressed this situation with her far too many times and I'll never admit it but it hurts too much to talk about it again. It's not the calling that's aggravating me. It's the way that she defends his honour time and time again. Constantly making excuses for him and why she shouldn't stop communicating with him.

Just as Troyes past relationship with Ellie isn't what's annoying me. It's that even from across the world she still cares for him. She still thinks of him, which makes every mention of his name cause my blood to boil.

My hatred for him isn't just based on that alone though. It also has something to do with the fact that if and I mean if, all the rumours are true, then Mr. Troye Mellet is the great link. The very key that Ellie needs to unlock my terrifying past.

The phone goes once again but this time it doesn't stop. Someone's calling her. And it's not just anyone.

Troye.

I hear her shuffling upstairs still and don't give myself enough time to plan out a sensible risk assessment before answering the phone.

"Hello?" he gasps with excitement. Aww how fucking cute.

"Hello? Ellie is that you?" Urg. I shiver at his little nickname for her. He stole it from me.

"No, no. This is Beau. Ellie's boyfriend." I stress the word and hear him sigh through the phone. I have to bite my lip to restrain myself from laughing at the desperation in his tone.

"Oh. Okay. Could you tell her that Troye phoned? I'm her best friend from England." he assures me.

"Okay. What was your name again? Trevor?" I smirk at myself.

"No, it's Troye. T-r-o-y-e." his voice has switched from childishly desperate to confidently outraged. I think Trevor needs to be taken down a peg or two.

"Okay, sorry. I'll tell her that you phoned. See ya Trevor." I say and hang up the phone.

Well that was satisfying.

"Beau?" Ellie asks coming through the hall and into the room.

Shit.

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