Brooklyn Lights

Chapter 1

Dynasty’s P.O.V

“Dynasty come on! Seriously! We need to go.” I can hear Emily shout out from downstairs in my living room. Okay now I can tell she pissed off at me; she rarely calls me Dynasty. I don’t care if I’m taking a long time to get ready. School starts in an hour. Yes, an hour and she is already trying to rush me out of my front door. The only reason that she wants me to hurry my ass up is because she wants to see Chris.

She has been dating him for a few months now and she has never been happier. I think it’s really sweet and I love the fact that she’s happy. If he ever hurts her though oh my god I will fucking rip off his balls, put them in a blender and give them to him as a smoothie. I must admit though, he is super hot. Shh I didn’t say that okay? She would rip me to shreds if she heard me say that but I mean it is the truth.

“Alright, Alright! Jesus girl calm your tits! I’ll be down in a second, just need to grab my bag.” A grunt echoes around the house and I can’t help but giggle. If she had the opportunity I know she would so shove a rocket up my ass.

Walking over to my bed, I quickly pick up my bag and apply a bit of lip gloss. What harm can a little lip gloss do hey? Running down the stairs, Emily is tapping her foot and holding my front door open. “About bleddy time Dee.” See, I knew she couldn’t be mad for long. She’s always been like that since we were little.

Me and Emily first met actually on Facebook. I created an account when I was 10. I was in my rebellious age because my parents always refused to let me have it. But fuck it, I did it anyway. Well, when I created my account I done what everyone else does and no one can deny it; added random people.

Well one day, I logged onto my account and realised I had a message. When I clicked on it I realised it was from a girl called Emily Burkhart. Little did I know that day changed my life. We got talking to each other, you know, 10 year old style. So the chat basically consisted of ‘Hi’, ‘U ok?’, ‘Wuu2?’ and that sort of shit. Well, after about 3 weeks of continuous talking, Emily comes up with the idea of meeting up. I guess she has always been more forward then I have. I agreed but asked my mum to come with me just in case it turn’s out to be a paedophile who wanted to abduct me. Yeah I know, lovely thought wasn’t it?

A few days later, we decided to meet up at our local mall because she apparently lived near me. I can remember sitting in the food court waiting for what felt like years for the girl I have gotten to know to come meet me. If your wondering why my mum didn’t blow up because I asked her to come with me, I just said that I met her in school because I was scared she would yell at me. Surprisingly it worked and she said she needed to go into town anyway.

Whilst talking to my mum, I got tapped on the shoulder to turn around to the one and only Emily Burkhart. I cannot even begin to tell you the relief I felt when I saw her face, knowing that I was actually not meeting up with a paedophile or an axe murderer. It turn’s out that she only lived 10 minutes away from me and ever since that day, we have been inseparable.

“Dee! What are you doing! Come on!” I can sense she is getting more aggravated with me because I was just standing there but to be quite honest, it is rather funny. “Alright, god. Come on. Let’s go see your sex toy on legs.” I darted past her quickly enough for her to miss my head when she tried to slap me. She loves me really.

Jumping into her car, she sat down and started up the engine. “Emily… no! Omg you didn’t!” A small grin crawled upon her face as she turns to me. “Yes Dee, yes I did. But, you can’t have them now. You was a bitch back there.” Winking at me, I playfully shove her and lean back to the back seat. I can’t believe she has gone to Costa before coming here and bought me my cortado coffee and cherry and almond muffin. “All for my little Dee!” I don’t care if she is about to drive, but I want to pull her into the fattest cuddle. “Wow, wow, wow! Get the hell off me. I need to drive!” She has never been the biggest fan of hugs. 

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Pulling up into the college, I can already see most of the students. It took us longer to get to college today for some reason. I guess it’s because we have spoken about random shit. The usual; slags in our classes, boys, Chris, university, what we are going to do in summer, family and other things. I love talking to Emily though. No matter what is up with you, you can always count on her to cheer you up.

I step out of the car door and only to find one of the slags stood in front of the car. “Oh Dee! Aren’t you looking ravishing today! Matt Smith called, he wants his look back.” I fucking hate this bitch. I really hate this fucking bitch. Before I even have time to reply to this bitch whose make up looks like its been applied by a shot gun, Emily has already stood in front of me. “I could eat alphabet soup and shit out a better insult than that. I bet you was up all night coming up with that one.”

“Oh shut your fat gob Emily. Can’t she fend for herself?” I can see Emilys hands ball up into a fist. I should really stop her from doing anything silly, but hey hoe. Life goes on. “Yes she can fend for herself. I just choose to fight twig bitches like you. Think before you talk, do you even listen to the things that come out of your mouth?”

I can’t help but let out a little giggle. She can be so funny when she is angry. Looking up at the bitch in front, she is speechless. It’s so funny. When Emily get’s going, nothing stops her. “I can almost hear the gears grinding inside your head. Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to go and find my boyfriend because I can actually call someone that. I don’t have dial’a’dick on speed dial.”

Grabbing my wrist, Emily drags me off to walk towards the front of the college. “No one messes with my sister.” She’s so protective I love it.

 Walking into college, I head to my locker. I have art and photography today but I’m really not in the mood for it. “Hey baby.” I can hear Chris’s voice from behind me. “Hey baby, I love you.” I can almost hear the smile in Emily’s voice. Yes I love the fact she is happy and everything, but he always talks to her in this baby way and it actually makes me want to projectile vomit. I hate it when people do that.

 “Emily, I’ll catch you later. Meet you outside in 4 hours yeah?”

“Sure babe. See ya later.”

 Picking up my books, I head over to my class. I just can’t be bothered for Mr Cartwright or “Cockwright” as I like to call him. He is a stuck up asshole and I swear he was born as satan. Honestly, he just gives off that vibe. Out of nowhere, I feel myself fall back onto the floor. “Wow! Watch it!” I hear a deep low voice shout from above me. “S-sorry. I didn’t mean to bump into you.” Grabbing my books, I look up to find the scary but beautiful looking guy. He has black short hair up in a quiff, tattoos covering all his arms, brown dark eyes, pierced ear and wearing all black. It’s scary to think that I have just picked this up by one glance but it’s easily noticeable. Isn’t it?

 “Look where you’re going next time.” He stormed off down the corridor. Okay, this guy is totally not to be messed with. Who is that guy and what the hell is his problem? 

Hey this is the first chapter! Please comment and vote, I want to know what you guys think! This is based in America and I'm not american so I'm sorry If I get anything wrong! Hope you guys enjoy!:D<3

The picture in the side is the type of image Zayn is in this fan fiction.