Broken Hearts (Brooklyn Beckham) [editing]

Chapter 1

WARNING: FIRST CHAPTERS SUCK ASSES. YOU ARE WARNED.

♡Edited

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"Hey you slut. How's everything going?" Madison said as she was walking by me.

"Aren't you pregnant yet?" She said again.

I just looked down at my shoes and said nothing.

Madison and her friends, were the richest girls of the school.

They always had expensive shit and they thought they were better than everyone.

All the boys were crazy about them. I mean, of course they were. Which boy doesn't want a pretty and skinny girl?

They bullied me every single day of my life and that was literally a poor thing, right?

Like, I was just an ordinary girl, trying to study peacefully, without any problems but they ruined everything.

They kept calling me names, they hit me and they were reasons of the scars all over my body.

They made me feel like I was nothing and I wasn't worthy of life. That hurt me as hell.

Well, I'm Emily May Montana. At the time, I was fifteen and I lived with my single mother in a house in London.

My father died when I was in a very young age. It was way too hard for me and my mother, but we soon got over it and she was literally my father and my mother at the same time and I love her so much for that.

I quickly just shook my head to prevent myself from thinking about all these. I wiped my tears and made my way too my first class.

While walking and ignoring the hateful things people were saying about me, I heard some girls screaming.

Since I was going to be late for my class and really didn't care, I just kept walking.

I went straight to my class and took a sit.

Soon, Mr. Freshman, my biology teacher, entered the class with a tall boy that had chocolate brown eyes and some freckles with a smile on his face.

"Okay, students." He cleared his throat and he didn't even say "Hello" to us. "We have a new pupil! This good looking and smart guy, is Brooklyn Beckham and he's going to study in this school from now on!"

Girls were freaking the fuck out. Like, calm your tits... Okay he was David Beckham's son, but he obviously wanted be treated normal, am I right?

"So, Mr. Beckham," Mr. Freshman stated. "Please go sit next to Miss Montana. Emily, raise your hand so Brooklyn can see you!"

I shyly raised my hand. He gave me a smile and sat right next to me.

He pulled out his stuff from a cool ass backpack and got ready for the class, so did I.

He seemed to be so sweet and kind. He didn't really care about being the David and Victoria's son.

After a few minutes, right after the students got ready for the class, Mr. Freshman started to teach a lesson.

Minutes past and of course I was bored as fuck, but I had to listen to him.

While I was listening, I felt someone tapping with my shoulder.

"Excuse me, can I borrow your pen? I forgot to bring my pencil case." Brooklyn whispered with a thick British accent, looking at me with his beautiful eyes.

"Uh, yeah, sure. Here you go." I whispered back and gave him the extra pen I had in my pencil case.

I literally couldn't wait to go home because I really hated school.