Seal The Deal (Brooklyn Beckham)

Chapter 8: 'Clumsy baby butt'

CHAPTER 8: 'Clumsy baby butt'

*smiling sheepishly* here's the chapter you guys are waiting for. And I guess this isn't enough because I hadn't been on for like, 3 or 4 weeks? I'm super duper sorry about that. Anyway, enjoy this chapter first!

I could have thought about the outcome of my actions. Showing up to the crowd and snatching him away yelling, "Is that Justin Bieber?" isn't a good plan at all. Why did I even think it was?

What happened? Well, let me explain.

Julie came by the next day. And I completely did not expect her sudden jolt on the topic.

"Hey, you heard about the girl who was with Brooklyn yesterday?" The blonde girl joined me in the kitchen as I diced a tomato for dinner. She placed her bag on the chair and sits across the table.

"No," I lied. But who knows maybe it wasn't me. Although there is 95% chance that is it was me.

"Well the girl is so lucky I tell you. She wasn't famous or anything because no one knows her name. Dang, I should've joined the crowd I saw yesterday. Could've seem him." She blabs and stares dreamily into the air as she ends her blabbing.

"Well, so no one knows who the girl was?" I asked, curious. If no one does, I'd be safe. Now, I'm thankful that I don't have much freinds to begin with.

"Luckily, no. If I learn her name, I'll hunt her down. She's so fucking lucky!" She cussed.

I was taken aback by her indirect threat to me."Wha-Hunt? Why? I mean, she didn't do anything. Who knows maybe the girl is just trying to help a human." And that's true. I also need to defend the girl, who's basically me. Oh, Jules. If you just know that it's me, but then again you don't believe me.

"I don't care. She's so lucky to touch Brooklyn!" Am I lucky? Probably. If he wasn't a jerk to me then I could consider myself lucky.

"Yeah, right."

"And he talks too."

"What do you mean?" He talks a lot. It's impossible to picture him not talking or something.

"I mean, he's so private that no one really knows his voice except for his family and friends."

"Yeah." He uses his voice to piss me off.

"Imagine keeping him."

"What?"

"You know, he'll be with you and talk to you and be friends with you. That's heaven, Sydney. I tell you." Well, technically he's being a jerk so I guess that's not close to being heaven.

"Yeah, right."

"And you'd get to hear him talk and you should consider yourself lucky because no one really hears his voice often." Jules, he insults me and teases me. I can't consider myself lucky.

"Right."

"And he'd be hanging out with you-"

"Could we please stop talking about him?!" I burst. I hate mentally quipping at her.

"Why? I'm enjoying this! What's up?"

"Nothing."

"C'mon tell me."

If I tell her, there is a large chance she would not believe, but it's worth a try. I sighed and stared into her blue eyes, carefully watching her. No person tells a lie and can stare straight into another person's eye. I hope Jules would be smart. If she laughs at me I would cry out of frustration. "Julie Danica Morris, I am the girl you wanna hunt."