"GOOD MORNING EVERYONE!! How has everyone's weekend been?" I heard my radio blare before I slammed my hand on the snooze button. I rolled over to face the blazing sun shinning through my window. "My weekend has been complete shit." I mumbled as if I was answering the man on the radio. After that night at Rachel's party, where I was pretty much thrown out on the streets by someone who I called my "friend", I have been feeling like crap. I actually cried myself to sleep. How pathetic is that! And to make things worse it was a Monday morning and you want to know what comes with Monday mornings? School. And what comes with school is Hunter. I don't want to even see him. I don't even want to think about him and how he hurt me.
"Brooke hurry up!" I heard my mom yell from the bottom of the stairs. I groaned and pulled the covers over my head and just lied there. I was in no mood to go anywhere.
After 10 minutes I heard footsteps stomping up the stairs before my door swung open. I pretended to be sleeping. "I know you're awake." she said before pulling the covers off of me. I still pretended to be sleeping as if I was playing dead and waiting for the director to yell 'cut'. "Brooke c'mon," my mom pleaded. I opened one eye at a time before looking at her with my famous puppy dog eyes. She looked at me a smiled, "You know those don't work on me. Now get up," she said before making her way out of my room and down the stairs. I smirked before sitting up in bed and yelling, "Hey it was worth a try!" I rolled out of bed before hopping in the shower.
When I came out I had no motivation to get dressed so I decided to scrub. I grabbed my long, baggy sweater, my white patterned leggings, pink boots, little stub earrings, and a pink scarf. I then went over to my mirror before playing around with my hair. I settled with putting it in a messy bun. To finish up my outfit, I applied a little mascara and eyeliner. Nothing too fancy, just something simple. I took one last look at myself in the long mirror before grabbing my bag, and keys, and leaving for school.
As I pulled into the well known hell called school before I parked in my usual spot. It's funny how everyone parks in the same spot. No one dares to park in someone else's place. Last time that happened it ended with a beat up car and someone being taken away in a police car. I turned my ignition off before getting out, locking the doors, and heading towards the schools entrance. As I was walking I heard a familiar laugh. I glanced over only to see who I was dreading; Hunter. And to make the matters worse, he was with Rachel. They were with a group of people and I noticed that his arm was around her and she was leaning on him. Before I turned my attention away from them, I noticed that he looked at me. I shook my head before entering the school.
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It's already been 3 hours in this hell hole. I just want to go home. This day was dragging on too long. All the bad things that could have happened, happened. One, I saw Hunter with Rachel, and two, My best friend wasn't even here today. Great day right. I paid the lunch lady for my meal before I scanned the room for a table. I found one in the corner. Now don't get me wrong, I have plenty of friends, but at the present moment I didn't want to talk to them except one; Crystal. She was my other half. I shot her a text as I ate my food.
"Hey girl wish you were here. I really need you :/" -Brooke
Within seconds I got a reply. "Turn around you dip." -Crystal
As I turned around, I saw the person I was yearning for. She came up to me and hugged me. My breathing began to become unsteady as I began to sob silently. "It's okay hun I got you," she said as she rubbed my back, soothing me. I collected myself before I pulled away. "So what's going on?" Crystal asked as we sat back down at the table.
"It all happened on Saturday..." I began telling her the story. I told her every single detail from pulling into the party, to meeting the boy in the kitchen, to getting my feelings hurt by someone who I called a friend.
"I can't believe he did that to you?! That's not right at all! Who does he think he is?!" she ranted. I smiled at how worked up she was getting. "I love you right now Crystal for getting all protective, but you know me. I don't like drama so you're going to have to let it go. Move past it." I struggled saying, "We can do it together."
"Ummm bitch are you crazy?! We need to make him pay." she started, "he doesn't deserve to get away with this!" I just looked are her wide-eyed. She's calling me crazy when she's making it seem like he killed one of my family members and got away with it. "Crystal chill girl. It's not like he killed anyone. Just let it go." I said for the last time. By the look on my face she knew I was done talking about it. "Fine."
I just looked at her and gave her a smile that said thank you. "You're too good to people who don't deserve it." she said as she walked to class. As we entered math the first person I laid my eyes was Hunter. This day keeps getting better and better. We took our seats before the teacher began her lesson. I had no attention in learning today. I just placed my head in my neatly folded arms and began to gaze into the distance. I heard the tearing of a piece of paper nearby. As I lifted my head I saw a little paper in the corner of my desk. It read, "Can we talk after school?" I knew exactly who it was from the hand-writing. I crumpled the paper before raising my hand and asking the teacher to go to the bathroom.
I stormed into the bathroom, threw the paper in the trash, ran my hand through my hair, and then leaning on the counter, staring myself in the mirror. Anger overtook me. "Are you serious?!" I said to myself, "Now you want to talk?" I was utterly confused and definitely angry. I was not going to be walked over. Not anymore. I returned to class and sat in my seat. I sent a text to him.
"No. You embarrassed me and you hurt me. I'm done with you." -Brooke
I felt a little better sending that. I felt like I was doing something for myself for once, but I didn't want to lose him, but then again I knew it was the best thing to do. I need to start thinking about myself for little bit. I could see his reaction in the corner of my eye. He looked a little hurt, but I mean what would he know about being hurt?
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The bell rang signaling that school was now over. I collected my bag and headed towards my locker. I took my time because I wasn't in no hurry to go anywhere. I had no place to be so why rush? There was a few people left in the halls. All of a sudden I felt a hand grab my arm and spin me around. "We need to talk."
"What do you want?"
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Forgive or Forget
Dla nastolatkówBrooke was a normal teenager. Enjoying her summer break. Going to parties, hanging out with friends, being reckless, until she gets the call. Her father was in a head on collision and was killed on impact. She was devastated and to make things worse...
