Could He Be The One?

Chapter 16

Chapter 16

Brooke’s POV

 As I pull myself off the floor and wipe my eyes, I reach over to grab my hand held mirror. When I look in it, I laugh at myself. God, I need to stop crying whenever I wear makeup. I go into my bathroom and clean the makeup from my face. I walk back into my room and sit on my chair, beside my desktop. I spin in the chair a few times, before stopping and tuning on my computer. After a few minutes, it says it’s turned on…but it’s not. I start freaking out a bit and screaming. Then Paige walks into my room and says. “What are you yelling about?”

 “My stupid computers broken,” I tell her and kick my computer. She looks at me for a few seconds, presses a button on my monitor and… it turns on.

 She stares at me for a few minutes like I’m a moron.

 “Oopsies,” I say and shrug my shoulders. Paige shakes her head and walks out of my room. Muttering about how I’m eighteen and can’t even turn on my own computer. I laugh at that and turn back to my desktop. I open up an internet tab and log into my Facebook. I open another tab and open Twitter. I log into my Twitter and scroll down the recent tweets from my friends, talking about parties, clubs and just hanging out. I get pretty bored of Twitter, pretty quickly. I quickly tweet ‘Thinking :/’ and log out. I close the tab and go back onto Facebook. I open a chat window with my friend, from school, Jessie.

 Brooke: Heyyy

 Jessie: How’s it going girlie?

 Brooke: I dunno

 Jessie: You freaking idiot, how the hell do you not know how it’s going?

 Brooke: I dunno

 Jessie: Brooke, you know, sometimes I wonder about you,

 Brooke: lol anyway, Imma go, ttyl luv ya

 Jessie: luv ya too girlie ttyl

 I smile and log off. I grab my phone off my desk and leave my room. I run down the hall and to Paige’s room.

 I walk in and say. “Hey, wanna hang out?”

 “Why,”

 “Why not?” I ask her. She smiles at me and stands up. She grabs her phone and follows me out of her room and down the stairs. We put on our shoes. Me in Batman converses, with a comic looking design on them, black ripped skinny jeans, a grey beanie, a green and black necklace that says Zombie on it. I’m wearing a black and red plaid button up shirt, with no sleeves. I have little makeup on, only mascara and a bit of eyeliner. Paige is in jean short shorts, a grey sweatshirt that says Pink on it, hood down. Her nails are painted purple, with black crackle over top and light pink eye shadow on. She also dyed her hair a few weeks back. It’s her natural blonde, but as you go down it fades into purple, getting darker the further down you go. She puts on white flip flops and I grab my keys from the counter. We walk out of the house and get into my convertible. When we’re in I pause for a minute before saying. “So, what do you want to do?”

 Paige shrugs and then says. “Want to go to dance?”

 “Why,”

 “I don’t know, hang out.”

 “Sure,” I say and sigh. I put my keys in ignition and start the car. I back out of the drive way and drive to the studio. When we get there, Paige hops out of the car and waits for me to get out. I take out my keys, put them in my back pocket with my phone and put on my sunglasses, with aqua, light blue, lenses, that match my car. I step out of my car and walk with Paige into the building. We walk in and see Abby at the front desk, talking to lady and her daughter, which I recognize from the new young competition team. After they finish talking, Abby notices Paige and me.