The Non-Believer {In Unedited Form}

Chapter 3- No love and reconnection

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Chapter 3- No love and reconnection

The next 3 periods and are totally boring. Physics, geography, and health.

I listen to my music and draw through Physics and Geography. Usually during Health I'd do the same but guess who sits down next to me in health? Jerk Wall!

"I didn't catch your name." He says to me in the middle of class.

"That's because I didn't throw it." I say back snarkily

He is REALLY cocky.

"Well I need something to call you..."  He makes a thinking face. "I think I'll call you hoodie. Because of your hoodie."

WOW! So observant! Note the sarcasm.

Today to school, I am wearing a black hoodie with a white tank underneath, black skinny jeans, and black converse high tops. Which is my usual apparel, someday I'll wear something different but most of the days in many other colors is what i wear.

"You know what Blaine," I emphasize on his name,"Your annoying me and I really want to pay attention."

I'm totally lying. Mrs. Amorna is talking about  hormones and I really don't care nor do I want to listen.

"Well Hoodie, " He emphasizes on the nickname, "Maybe if you tell me your name I will leave you alone."

If it'll get him to shut up!

"My name is Brooke okay? Now bug off."

GEESH!

**BLAINE**

Brooke.

Just the name sends shivers down my spine. When she said my name it sent shivers down my spine!

I sit there and watch her draw. 

I see that its a picture of a wolf.

"Thats amazing!" Comes out of my mouth before I could stop it.

She slams her notebook shut.

"You just don't get it. Leave me alone!" She exclaims. "A-L-O-N-E!"

She puts ear phones in her ears and completely blocks me out.

The teacher says something about free time and suddenly the whole class is noisy.

A very pretty girl with long auburn hair, and a very low shirt walks over to me.

"Hi there. I am amy. If you need anything... just ask." She flirts, "And you should totally sit with me and my friends at lunch."

"Thanks Amy. I'd love to." I flash her a smile, "I'm Blaine."

She giggles.

"Thank you. I'll see you!" and she struts back to her friends.

I turn to see what Brooke's up to and see what that she saw that whle encounter and has on a face of disgust.

**BROOKE**

Amy is such a disgusting slut, Queen Of All Sluts. She is mean. and rude, and of course she's hit on blaine. He's got such a muscular chest and his hair is sexily messy and- WAIT BROOKE! What are you thinking?!

Thebell rings andI quickly exit to go find Layla and Kat.

Just like always they are by my locker waiting. I put away my notebook, into my locker, and they stare at me.

"What?" I ask talking out the ear phones.

"First of all, take off the hood. Don't hide you gorgues hair and face." Kat starts.

"Second of all, we know you had 2 classes with one of the new guys. The hottest one in fact." Layla finishes.

"Your point is?"

"How was!?!?" They exclaim. Then they begin bombardingme with questions as we walk to lunch.

"If I say I'll tell you what I know will you stop?" I ask them.

They shriek with joy.

W get out lunch and sit our usual table, which so happens to be diagonal from the populars.

"His name is Blaine." I say and tell them all all about how he bumped into me , and all the classes he pissed me off in.

"He sounds hot." Layla gushes.

"You've really got to be nicer to hot guys." Kat tells me.

"Well he seems to be sitting at the popular table now.' I say.

"You can gush over him and his 'hotness' even more".

Note the sarcasm.

But of course Layla and Kat lookover and let out little shrieks.

"OMGee! He is SO much hotter then I imagined!" Layla exclaims.

"Perfect for you, Bree." Kat says using my childhood nickname.

"Perfect for-WOAH, WOAH, WOAH! I don't need a boyfriend!" I exclaim.

Both of my friends turn their heads back heads backaround and give me the "really?" look.

"What? I thought I explained this. I don't believe in true love. It doesn't exist so I don't see why I should string along a guy, whether he's hot or not, and end up hurt or hurting someone." I say to them.

Layla takes my hand.

"Brooke honey, we understand you don't beliebe in all of that and we still love and respect you but you can't live alone all of you life. Just because your dad left that doesnt mean all rel-"

"Just because of my dad? Really Layla? I know of so many relationships that have failed miserably. Remember my cousin? Who's boyfriend broke off the engagment because he decided he was gay? Or how about Steven? Hmm?" I ask trying to prove her wrong .

Steven is the guy Layla was going out with for a year and a half. They claimed they were in love but he broke up with her leaving her majorly devestated. For almost a month and a half she wasnt herself.

"It was ninth grade! I had no idea what real love was then." she exclaims defensively.

"Yet after you broke up you were depressed about it for so long!' I fight back.

Layla falls silent and Kat takes over.

"What she was trying to say is: YOU NEED A BOYFRIEND!" She says extremely loudly.

I roll my eyes and look over to Blaine. He is flirting with Amy rubbing his arm.

Something in my stomach flares up.

Jealousy? Why would I be jealous?