The One Who Left

Chapter Thirty

Brady's POV

My pulse was racing too fast. My breath was too heavy. My body too hot.

•••

"Are you ever going to make up with her?" I looked over at Michael confused by his question.

"What?" I asked turning back to look at the girls soccer team, which were playing right after Michael's team played.

"Brooke," Michael said turning his head to face the same way I was, "You always look at her at these games."

"No I..." I trailed off as Brooke took a hard shove in the back from the opposing team. I tended up barely holding back a yell.

"Just talk to her," Michael urged again. Without looking at him I knew he was frowning.

"I can't," I finally said, "Not ever."

We were silent for a moment watching the game proceed. Brooke, as usual, stopped every ball never letting the final third of the field be entered.

"We always thought you guys would fall in love and get married." Michael finally broke the silence.

"Me too."

•••

"Take your pants off," Her voice was powerful and that was almost enough to destroy me.

My body was on fire. She was the flame.

•••

"Just kiss me," Syd's voice was nasally. It cut through the party's music and even through my tipsy state.

"Excuse me," I reached for my beer and looked up at her. Her winter dance dress was slipping down and revealing everything.

"We've been flirty a lot and I'm drunk and your drunk. So kiss me." Syd was suddenly on my lap. Her blonde hair was on my chest and next thing I knew her mouth was on my neck.

I was frozen for a moment. Her breath smelling like alcohol.

"No," I pushed her off my lap and she landed on the floor, "You're drunk. Can't consent. Not her."

"Fuck you," Syd stood up looking embarrassed, "Good luck getting any now."

•••

This was everything I'd dreamed of.

Her mouth was moving down my chest slowly almost taunting me. I wanted to grab her closer but I was paralyzed by the pleasure.

•••

"Brady," I looked up as a voice cut through my music and simply adding to my hangover headache.

A giant senior, Ty I believe, stood with his hands in fists while his arms were crossed. I smiled weakly and moved to put my headphones back in. Instead, Ty grabbed my earbuds and through them across the room.

"What the hell?" I jumped up barely catching my phone in time.

"Nobody hurts my baby sister and gets away with it." Ty narrowed his eyes.

"What?" Brooke didn't have a brother, "I did not hurt anyone. What the fuck is happening?"

"Sydney," Tyler has backed me against the lockers now, "Taking advantage of her while she was drunk. What kind of sick fucker does that."

I admittedly almost laughed, "Trust me I'm the won who denied her."

"Shut up," Ty grabbed my shirt and before I knew it, his hand hit my eye.

•••

I was getting closer to losing my mind. Every last piece of clothing was gone.

Brooke was gorgeous.  She was mine.

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Woah?! An update that isnt taking place like 200 years later??

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