Brooklyn

someone better. | eighteen

chapter eighteen.

It's been 6 days since i've tried to ignore carl because of debbie, and he has slowly started to stop.

brooklyn's p.o.v

i was woken up by someone moving next to me. i shot up and looked next to me, i was lying next to lip in his bunk. Confused, i kicked his sleeping body, "Hey fucktard get up."

"shut up i'm trying to sleep." he groaned, moving away from me.

i rolled my eyes and shook him again,"Why am i in your bed?"

he got up and rubbed his face,"Oh uh, carl didn't want you sleeping in his, Debbie locked her door, and frank came home and kicked you off the couch.. so here you are."

"thanks lip.. what time is it?" i asked, looking for my phone.

he reached under the mattress and threw my phone at me. 06:40.

i got up and placed my phone on the night stand and walked to the bathroom, brushing my teeth with a spare tooth brush and washing my face. I walk back to the boys room to get my phone and look over at carl's bed. Holly was laying next to him. I rolled my eyes and grabbed my phone, telling myself i'm not hurt by it.. i am. but it is my fault, so what can i do? i walk out and into Debbie's room. I watch her doing her makeup like Derek's family members taught her. I sighed. I wanted to be mad at her because it's her fault that Carl and I took this path.. but it's really not. I am the one who agreed to it, I am the one who fucked up.

she smiles at me from the mirror she's using, "Hey Brooke."

I push myself off of the door frame i was leaning on and walked away. I went downstairs and saw carl and holly sitting in the kitchen. Looking down at my phone I scrolled through Instagram, slowly making my way to them.

"Hey." i said walking into the kitchen.

they both look up and me and said nothing.

"what's wrong?" I asked, opening the fridge to see if there was anything for me to eat. i pull out a bag of bagels and toasted one, drinking some water to try and lighten the awkward tension.

After a few more minutes of silence my eyes made their way from my drink to Carl and Holly. Carl was looking down at his hands and Holly was smirking at me.

"What are you looking at?" i ask standing straight , putting my cup back down.

she flipped her hair and shrugged,"Right now i'm looking at someone who wasn't good enough for Carl. Must be hard, you know? not being wanted.. by anyone."

"yeah and you would know." i shot back, mentally cursing at myself for letting her get to me.

a wave of confusion washed over her face,"What do you mean? Uh, know what?"

"What it's like to be unwanted.. you really think Carl likes you? He's using you.. well at least you're use to that too." i smirked, putting my now popped bagels onto a plate and grabbing cream cheese.

she sat on Carl's lap and started making out with him, I spread the cream cheese not wanting to look up. They broke apart and in one swift move she was off of his lap and making her way over to me,"I know you wish it was you on him and not me, But that's what happens when you screw up. You get replaced by someone better."

'someone better.' that last sentence stuck in my mind like glue. 'You get replaced by someone better.' and that was when i realized how right Debbie was. Carl left me for someone better, it's what he does.

i shrugged it off, swallowing the lump in my throat and walked through the back door, across the backyard and into my own house. As soon as the door shut i let it all out. every feeling or emotion that i have felt in the past six days came flowing out of me. I cried and i screamed but it didn't help the heartache i had felt. I had lost someone i cared about, and i didn't have anyone to blame except for myself.

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word count: 723
time: 21:28 (9:28)
date: June 30th 2017

I AM SO SORRY I COULDN'T LOG INTO THIS ACC. IM WRITING CHAPTERS NOW AND MIGHT EVEN START A "THE 100 IMAGINES." OR "MULTI-FANDOM IMAGINES"