$ugga Momma (Old Version)

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Lea ate the rest of her sandwich and looked over at Brooke. The cheap strobe lights bounced off of her as she concentrated on lining up her plastic pieces of silverware. Even at a school dance where everything was put together to be as cost efficient as possible she made it feel like a fine dining experience. "I think they are even." She finally whispered wiping her hands off on the napkin.

Brooke tilted her head to get a better look and nodded.

"Would you like to go dance?"

Clearing her throat the brunette looked out at the crowd of people throwing themselves around like crazy people. The boys looked sweaty and the girls laughed loudly. "I would not."

Rolling her eyes slightly Lea grabbed her empty plate. "Ok well I'm going to."

Biting her lip Brooke felt her irritants. "Would you like a drink?"

"Sure." She smiled and bent down kissing Brooke on the cheek.

Watching her leave the young girl spotted a corner of the dance hall where the light didn't hit. It was the perfect spot for her to hide away and not be seen.

Getting up she tried not making a lot of noice but she realized quickly the music was far louder and no one was paying attention to her, she thought no one was at least until she looked around the dance floor and saw the blonde woman whose eyes were solely on her.

Mrs. Davidson watched and admired the girl's dress. It matched perfectly with the diamond necklace. It's white colors flowed behind her from the slits that showed much more than Brooke probably imagined them to show and her hair bounced with her eagerness to leave the room.

Sliding through people, the older woman watched her every move. She would compare herself to a lion stalking her prey, but Brooke wasn't prey. She was like a rare mineral that people far and wide wanted to see and get their hands on. She was art.

Deciding against the corner Brooke opted for the exit doors and found herself in a dark hallway. It was eerily quiet, and the booming from the party was the only source of light.

Looking through the glass, the young girl sighed out of relief and went to the wall where she could lean out of comfort. She didn't understand how people could wear heels so effortlessly.

Peering up to see light pour through, and music get louder Brooke sighed and leaned her head back on the wall when her suspensions were proved correct.

"Mysterious love, uncertain treasure, Hast thou more of pain or pleasure!" The blonde teacher let her lip curl as she slowly approached the girl who ignored her. "Endless torments dwell about thee: Yet who would live, and live without thee?"

"You sound desperate."

Stopping at the trophy case Mrs. Davidson nodded not arguing with her. She caught the younger girl's reflection however and turned quickly when she saw her look up.

"Poetry is a good look on you since you're trying to be a politician."

"How so?"

Brooke shrugged deciding not to waste her breath. "Your suits will finally make sense." She opened one eye to give her a good up and down before closing both of them again.

Placing a hand on her hip, the blonde tried to figure out what to say. She didn't expect her to forgive her, but she also didn't expect her nonchalant words to hurt so much. Maybe having someone who feels everything so intently act like you don't matter stings a little. "I'm coping."

Finally laughing Brooke crossed her arms and slid down to sit on the cold dirty school floor. "Everything about you infuriates me."

Sitting down next to her Mrs. Davidson watched the door's crack shine through with the different colored lights. "I know." Glancing over at her, the blonde studied her perfectly stern face. The make up did nothing but adds more beauty to her already perfect features. It wasn't too heavy, it showed her small freckles and laugh lines, but it also showed the green specks in her hazel eyes. They were brighter than the lights. "I'm sorry."

"For being infuriating?" Brooke finally gave in and looked back at the woman who still stared at her. "That doesn't sound like something you would apologize for."

"I mean for treating you that way." She searched her face. "I never meant to hurt you."

Brooke sighed and looked down at her dress. She straightened the wrinkles out and tried to think of what to say.

"What can I do Brooke?"

"To get what?"

"You."

Trying not to show how nervous she was Brooke squinted her eyes and twirled her thumbs, "I'm not sure what you mean by that."

Turning her body Mrs. Davidson wanted to reach out, but she decided against it and used her hands to steady herself on the floor instead. "I'm not married anymore Brooke, we can be together. The court let me go through a process called substituted service."

"You're still my teacher."

"Not for long. Soon I'll be working my way up in the world of politics and you'll be graduated."

"There's still a couple of months in the school year!" Brooke got up from the floor becoming aggravated at the conversation.

Following her, the blonde grabbed her arms to stop her from walking away. "I talked to Mr. Stevenson. You passed everything. You have all of your credits. You can graduate as soon as possible!"

Looking at the woman's face Brooke opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

"You can take some time off before deciding where you want to go to college and you and I can be together Brooke." Mrs. Davidson smiled and took her face into her hands. "Please."

Pushing her away Brooke walked to the door to go back to the dance. "I'm sorry, I have to get back to Lea."

Hearing that name made the older woman close her eyes and try not to become angry. "Would you think about it?"

"I'm not going to come running back Sophie!"

Hearing her first name come out of the girl's mouth Mrs. Davidson raised an eyebrow waiting for her to continue.

"You hurt me, and we've both gone through a lot. Not all is forgiven because you bat your eyelashes and tell me what I want to hear."

"Then what else can I do?"

Opening the door Brooke stopped and looked at the woman who pleaded with her eyes. "Come to church with me on Sunday."

Scrunching her face she laughed confused, "Are you serious?"

She nodded. "Wear your best suit, and I'll see you at 8:00 AM Mrs. Davidson." Winking the younger girl left the woman standing alone in the empty hallway.

Putting her hand on her chest the blonde felt like her heart was about to pop out. She wasn't sure where Brooke's fearlessness came from but it worked. She was still hopelessly in love with her, and she turned and walked the other way. Who else but someone special would do that to the famous Mrs. Davidson?