𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 (𝐝𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐰 𝐱 𝐨𝐜)

>first hearbreaks suck<

Okay so now we are back on track. This chapter is taking place after Reese got Brooke and pulled her to the side.
Brooke's POV:

     "What?!" I yelled. I couldn't believe what this girl just told me.

     "I'm so sorry Brooke. I know how much you like David. He was drunk and Elle was looking to get some with him. You know how the story goes!"

     I didn't say anything. What was there to say? How do you react to something like this? My smile turned into a frown and I felt like I was gonna throw up. I ran passed Reese and into the bathroom. Luckily, I made it right in the toilet.
     Reese joined me and gently rubbed my back. I didn't even drink that much tonight. She closed the door and locked it shut. Reese pulled my hair back and tied it up in the scrunchie on her wrist. Tears were now coming down from eyes.
     "How do you know about this?" I asked when I was finally able to talk again.

     "I was waking toward your room to fix up my makeup because someone was in the bathroom. I waked by David's room and they forgot to shut the door. I really wish I could unsee it," she informed.
    At this point, I was crying more and I couldn't stop myself. I didn't know what to do. I really cared about Davey as more than a friend. I came to terms with that tonight. I really really really liked him, more than I have ever liked anyone else before. So this is what heartbreak feels like.
     "When you're ready to get up, we should leave. The last place you need to be right now is here. You can spend the night at my place. I'll have Dom let Mrs. Moscow know."

     "Thank you Reese," I said still crying. She helped me up off the ground. I touched up my makeup to make it seem like I wasn't just balling my eyes out. I didn't want anyone to question me because I would just cry more and make a scene.
     We walked out, Reese holding my hand. We went into my room so I can pack up my things for our last minute sleepover. Reese left to go inform Dom about everything. I threw my bag over my shoulder and walked out. I did so as fast as I could so know one would notice me living. Dom and Reese were both waiting by the front door of the apartment for me.
"If you need anything, just call me. Reese already has my number," Dom suggested.

"If anyone asks, say I got sick and didn't want anyone else getting sick," I sniffled.

"Oh and can you tell Micheal that I left to take care of Brooke? Also, let him know I'll call him later," Reese said.

"Any more requests before you two girls leave?" Dom laughed.

"No," Reese giggled, "Now come on Smalls. Let's get you out of here."
We opened the door and quickly snuck out. Reese's apartment was at the end of the hall so it wasn't a far walk. When we got there, Reese entered first turning the lights on. Her place had the same layout as mine.
She gave me a quick house tour, showing me where everything is. Her parents were out of town for a little bit so we would have the whole house to ourselves. She then showed me to her room. Posters covered the wall of all her favorite celebrities. It was a typical teenage girls room.
"I'll leave the room so you can change and have some privacy. Just yell when you're finished." She closed the door behind her and I got changed.
When I was done, I let her know and she came back in the room. We sat down on her bed, facing each other.
"I'm really sorry for tonight Brookie. If I could go back in time and change what happened, I would do it without hesitation."

"You don't need to apologize Reese. You didn't do anything wrong," I said.

"You know we all were rooting for you two to get together."

"I dont think it's ever gonna happen. He clearly doesn't feel the same way."

"You'd be surprised girly," Reese looked up and winked.

"Can we not talk about me though? Or at least not this subject matter," I suggested, "Like how did things go between you and Micheal?"

"Oh, don't get me started," she began, "That boy is not only hot but he's an amazing person to talk too. Like he doesn't pretend he's listening, he actually does. He's not an asshole, not a player, and generally cares about me."

"Well that's great to hear," I said. I was happy for her, really. It was just that talking about all this makes me think that it could have been David and I. Part of me thinks that I'm still in the game and I still stand a chance. But, more of me thinks it's the end of the line. Clearly, he wants Elle. As his best friend, I should be happy. I wasn't though because that night when he pulled me into this lap he made it seem like we had something. Guess that was just nothing. First heartbreaks suck.