It's not a want, it's a need. [Beau Brooks Fanfiction]

"You just don't understand, it's not a want, it's a need"

Rebecca is a 16 year old girl who goes to Penola Catholic School, the school year is almost over at the stereotypical setting, but as everyone is getting ready for the school year to end, A big announcement shocks everyone at Penola. Including the two involved. 

Rebecca's POV;

Undoing the plaits from my Long Dark Blonde hair, a familiar silhouette stood in my bedroom doorway. "You can come in you know, I don't bite." I said to the little man known as my younger brother, Joe. You could say we're rather close for siblings, since his bullying incident. "I know, you just looked a little busy" He sat on the edge of my bed twiddling his thumbs, something he does when he's nervous about something. I sat next to him and sighed. "What's up spud?" I asked him cheerfully, hoping to change his mood. "I- D- Nevermind, it doesn't matter." He stuttered as his cheeks flushed red out of embarrassment. "Well it clearly does matter, look, I told you that whenever you need to talk to me, you can, so here I am practically offering you my help." I made sure my voice was smooth and calm for him, I felt really bad for him, he's only 12, he shouldn't be feeling nervous or scared about something, he should be playing out with his friends or on computer games, whatever 12 year old boys do, not sitting in their older sister's bedroom, worrying. "Do you think it will happen again today?" I knew exactly what he meant. On friday he got sent home for punching Jack, the boy who is bullying him, I know violence is never the answer but that kid deserved it. "I'm going to be honest and I'm saying this because I do want to be honest with you, I don't want to lie to you so, yeah, I really think it will, it might not be as bad, but I think you punching that goof was relevant, he needed his face slamming, so if it makes you feel any better, you're my idol." That got him to smile, thank god. He chuckled and mumbled a thanks as he left my room.

Walking into school with my fingers combing through my hair, I noticed a too familiar smirk on his face as his body lent against my locker looking down at barbie of the century. "You're in the way of my locker, can you move?" I rudely snapped, I was not in the mood for his shit this morning, or any morning for that matter. "Rebecca Hastings! Did you drop your manners on the way of leaving the brothel?" "Beau Brooks! Did you leave your sincerity in the labour room? Or was you born a conceited asshole?" 

Beau Brooks. The stereotypical popular boy, he doesn't play football, instead he makes videos with his friends and apparently, girls love that??

Well I certainly don't, especially the janoskians.