Brooke's POV
I walked home and finally got there, 20 minutes later. I was cold, tired, and hurt. I walked inside and saw Justin and Bella watching TV. I didn't know if I should yell, cry, or walk out. I closed the door.
"Oh, hey Brooke, where were you?" Justin asked. I stared at him and my eyes began to water.
"I'm gonna go" Bella said and stood up. I put my hand up to stop her.
"No, you can stay, I'm gonna go" I grabbed my bag off the floor and walked out slamming the door behind me. I heard running and I kept walking.
"Brooke" Justin yelled. I turned around to face him.
"What?" I asked at the verge of tears.
"Why are you so upset?" he asked.I can't believe him.
"Justin, keep this is mind. I am your girlfriend, but you're not there for me. I'm at school and you barely look at me or speak to me. You're never around anymore and you're breaking your plans".
"What plans?" I shook my head.
"Justin, you asked me to meet you at a restaurant tonight and I waited for over an hour and a half looking stupid. But no, you were here with my best friend again. And then you have the nerve to get upset with me because I give a guy my number? Are you serious?" he could see the hurt in my eyes, that I was sure of.
"Brooke, I-"
"No, just, give me some space Justin. I need time to myself to think about things"
"What things?" he asked now with tears brimming in his eyes.
"Us" I then walked off , not knowing where I was going. As long as I was away from here, I would be okay. I walked to the park and sat on the swing set. I then saw a familiar figure coming towards me, until I could finally make out who it was.
"Zayn?"
A/N: BOOOHOOOO JB AND BROOKE ARE FIGHTING AND QUESTIONING THINGS, WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT EVERYTHING??? LOVE YA <3
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The Bad Boy
RomanceHi my name is Brooke Pettaway. I am 17 years old and I live in California. I live with both of my parents, although they both dissaprove of me, because I'm not the popular kid in school. I'm the nerd that turns in her projects early and aces all of...