The Surprise I Never Wanted

Chapter 11: Part 1

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THIS IS A REPEATED VERSION OF CHAPTER 11: PART 1!!!!!
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Walking back home, that day, my mind replayed my decision.

This is what I want to do.

It's for the best.

They don't want you anyway.

Approaching my front door, I shook my head to rid it of the toxic thoughts.

"Brooke? Is that you?" I heard my mother's heavy footsteps racing across the wooden, glossy floor.

"Obviously. Who else would just walk in? Oh, unless you have another 20 odd year old who's gotten you pregnant." Walking past her frame, I strutted towards the staircase just wanting to get away from her.

"Brooke." Her firm grip tightened around my chubby wrist. Refusing to meet her eye, I ragged my arm from her grasp.

"Get off me!" I yelled.

"Where have you been, young lady!" My obnoxious mother bellowed.

"The gym." I stated bluntly, blinking repeatedly, hoping that when I finally reopen my eyes, my mother will evaporate.

"I'm being serious, Brooke. This isn't a time for making jokes." She said, spitting.

Whirling my new gym card in the air, I gasped. "Oh, yeah? What do you call this?"

Before she could interrupt, I begun speaking again.

"Oh and one more thing: don't laugh at other people's weight when you're 10 weeks pregnant." I grunted, strutting up the stairs.

"It's hard to believe that you actually joined the gym though, Brooke." Glen pranced in, smothering a cup of green tea.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I narrowed my eye at him whilst my coward of a mother remained standing, looking between the both of us.

"Well, the only marathons you participate in are the Netflix ones." He replied, bluntly.

"Why are you saying that as if it's a bad thing?" I emphasised, clearly confused.

"Oh, Glen. I would say argue with someone your own age but we're practically that, aren't we?"

"Brook-"

"Whatever, I'm going to my room." I stormed towards my bedroom.

Plugging my phone into my shitty charger, I began to strip, desperate for a hot shower.

"Where did my towel go?" I murmured to myself.

Ragging the unnecessary shit from my floor to find a towel, my movements were interrupted by the sound of my phone ringing.

Quickly waddling to see who was calling me, I hesitated to answer as I continued

to stare at the unknown number.

Scrunching my eyebrows together, my hand slowly reached towards my phone, carefully and hesitantly answering it.

"Hello? Who is this?" I mumbled, barely above a whisper.

"Uh, it's me? Didn't I give you my number?" The deep, masculine voice boomed through the speakers.

"Yeah, I'm not really getting who 'me' is?" I laughed nervously.

"Ashton..." The voice trailed.

"Oh! Sorry! I, I mustn't have got your number." I blushed deeply, even though he couldn't see me.

"So I was thinking...about before." He spoke up, a smirk prying on his lips.

"Oh." was all I could say, cringing hard at my brave, courageous move before.

"You told me to call you, so here I am." He bluntly stated, giggling shortly after.

"Thanks? I guess." I giggled too.

As the conversation ran silent, the awkward tension grew.

"So..." I trailed.

"So..." he repeated, not helping the situation at all.

"Anyway," my voice boomed, "how was your day-" my attempt at lifting the conversation failed as he interrupted me, obviously eager to talk.

"You going to the football game tomorrow?" He asked, shocking me.

"I'm not a fan to be honest. Why are you?"

"I'm the quarterback, Brooke." he laughed.

"That seems important." I shrugged.

"You should come." He pushed.

"Maybe I will." I smirked, oblivious to the virtuality.

"Look forward to seeing you there."

"Don't get your hopes up." I light-heartedly mentioned.

"What do I have to do for you to come?" He boldly questioned, leaving me speechless.

"Bring chipotle." was the first thing that rolled off my tongue. His laughter was the only sound heard for the next seconds.

"Deal." He chuckled.

"Can't wait." I smiled, with no hint of sarcasm detected. Who doesn't love chipotle?

"You never know what will happen at football games." He trailed.

"Why? What happens?" I remained clueless.

"Could share a cheeky kiss behind the bleachers." His sly tone effected me so much I could actually feel his smirk growing wider and wider by the second.

"Uh, well, that can't happen." I muttered as fast as I could.

"Why not?" the tone of his voice making me regret what I said.

"If you're the quarterback, won't you be playing?" I conjured up a excuse.

"We'll see tomorrow then, won't we?" his childish antics taking force.

"We shall." I beamed.

Ending the call, I collapsed onto my bed, inwardly smiling to myself.

Now, what shall I wear to this damn football game?

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