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Hey guys :) Makayla here! I was previously anonymous writer, but i got sick of writing anonymously and about Justin bieber. Too many people have used that idea, and i'm just bored with it. So here is my new account, M_Mstories where i will be writing on more often. - thanks ♥ (btw, my main account is kiwi145623, HMU on it? :D)

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The Game


Chapter Seven,

Brooke's POV
Drink after drink, laugh after laugh, dance after dance. That's how my night basically went. After a while of beer and vodka, i got pretty tipsy. The girls were all cheering me on when i got asked to take shots with a senior named Jason Burke. I shrugged and giggled.
'Why not?'
Jason took my hand and lead to the kitchen where there shots lined up on the table.
'After you Brooke!' 
I nodded and laughed as a shot slid across the table at me.
I downed it in one shot.
Then Jason took one.
I took one.
And another.
And another.
And another.
They started filling up more glasses for us when i was pulled away. I laughed hysterically for a split second before falling over my heals.
'Here, up you get. You should probably go home.'
I looked around dazily before getting that feeling in my stomach.
'I.. I'm gonna get sick.' I hiccupped slightly, and laughed.
'Let's get you to the bathroom, ok?'
I nodded. God i'm so light sometimes when it comes to drink.
I got that feeling again and shuddered. We reached the bathroom which was, thanks be to God, empty. I darted to the toilet and violently got sick. I felt someone crouch behind me and hold back my hair.
'Thanks.' I gurgled, getting sick again.
I burped quietly and giggled.
After the naseau had subsided, and sat down agains the wall, and turned to my saviour.
Dylan.
 




The Game


Chapter Five,

Brooke's POV
I was on Facebook when i felt my phone buzz in my pocket.
Heey gurl! Um Dylan asked me for ur num?? Can i give it to him? - Kirsten
Oh. My. Gosh. Is this boy like stalking me or something?
Hey Kirst (: Um.. Alrite sure. - Brooke
Kk, care to explain? ;) - Kirsten
Thers nothing 2 explain, thats the thing. - Brooke
Orite. Well he seemed fairly happy wen i gave him ur num ;) :) x - Kirsten
I sighed, and if almost on cue i got a text from an unknown number.
Hey, is this brooke? :) - Dylan
I rolled my eyes. 
Yeahh. - Brooke
well this is dylan. :p - Dylan
Oh. Hey Dylan. - Brooke
Whats up? :) - Dylan
Nm, u? - Brooke
Same.. - Dylan
Cool - Brooke
A few minutes later my phone buzzed again.
I was wondering.. do you wanna hang out some time? - Dylan
Oh crap. 
Um..idk.. - Brooke
Am i being mean?
Oh ok. Um ttyl brooke.. :) - Dylan
Maybe i should just give him a chance?

Dylan's Pov
I flung my phone on the bed and sighed. This would be harder than i thought. I ran my fingers through my floppy brown hair, and closed my dark brown eyes. I need to win this bet. I have to. I normally have girls falling on my feet. The fact that Brooke doesn't want me, makes me want her more.

*Im not really sure about this story, i don't really know what to do with it. I don't have that many readers either. I'm considering stopping it.




The Game


Chapter Four,

Dylan's POV
I brought my tray to sit next to James, Mark and Louis who were sitting with Chelsea, Nate, Austin, Jenna and of course,
Brooke. We are sort of in the same group, we go to the same parties, sit at the same table. We are civilised with each
other, but nothing more. I had a good view of Brooke who was talking to Nate and Chelsea. I took in the way she
flicked her hair out of her green eyes, they way her eyes crinkled when she laughed. The way when she smiled
her whole face lights up. She looked at me, did a double take, and i caught her gaze for a few seconds. I just looked
at her, and she looked back. Then she raised an eyebrow, frowned slightly, and turned back to Chelsea. The fact
that she wasn't into me just made me want her more.

Brookes POV
I walked home that day with Trevor. It was a fun walk, complete with plenty of teasing, hitting, and sticking out of
tongues. Mature, right?
'So.. Brooke.. word with the guys is that Dylan Martin is into you..' He brought up out of the blue.
Go figure..
'Um.. Wow. Well he's hot and all, but i.. He has a reputation. I'm sure he's nice, but i don't want my heart broken.'
Again.
'Right..' He nodded his head. 'Just be careful, ok?'
'What's that supposed to mean?' I asked, defensively.
'Nothing really. He just.. has a way with girls.'
'Mhm.' At that point, i was at my house. 'Seeya Trevor.' i called out as i walked in the front door.
'Hello?!' I called out. No answer. Huh, guess i'm alone tonight.


*sorry it's short guys. Pleaseee give me comments and ideas and thoughts. I'm not really sure where this is going..




The Game


Chapter Four,

Brookes POV
i flashed Dylan a smile, but internally groaned. I didn't want the school player on my back. I turned around in my
chair, and faced my friends Kelsi and Trevor.
'Hey guys.' I rolled my eyes.
'What was that about?' Kelsi asked excitedly. She's the school gossip. Never, ever tell her anything you don't
want anyone else to know.
'I don't know. I don't need Dylan on my back, so i'm just being friendly.'
She nodded understandably. Trevor laughed halfheartedly at me and i gave him a look.
'Shut up.'
'Make me.'
i stook my tongue out at him, and we laughed . Kelsi looked at Trevor and back at me, and rollled her eyes.
'What?' We both said. Trevor and I have been best friends ever since he moved next to me in the 5th grade.
We're kind of in different groups at school, but we try to hang around as much as possible. I looked behind me
at Dylan, and he gave me a small smile. I looked down and shook my head, but i could feel the color rising to
my cheeks. I have to admit, he is very, very good looking. I caught Trevor's eye and he just gave me a hard
stare, that i took to mean 'Don't.' i shook my head, and he understood i wasn't going to fall for Dylan. I can't.
**
I carried my lunch tray to my usual table, with the cheerleaders and football players. I don't like to say i'm popular
- i don't really like stereo-types - but i got off with the right crowd in freshman year. I know a lot of people,
and a lot of people know me.
'Hey Brooke!'
I looked at the smiling faces looking up at me. I took my usual seat between Nate and Chelsea.
'So what's up?' I asked everyone.
I got the usual moans and groans about school, but i just laughed.
'Brighten up you guys! We have the summer to look forward to!'
There were a few woops and cheers before everyone settled down.
'You coming to my par-tay friday night, Em?' Nate asked me, smiling.
'Of course i am dude! Wouldn't miss it for the world.' I winked at him, messing around. He feigned being starstruck
and i punched him in the shoulder playfully.
'In your dreams Johnson.' I teased, calling him by his last name.
His brow creased slightly before he laughed. 'A guy can dream!'




The Game.
Chapter 1

Chapter Three,

Dylans POV
I looked back at Brooke, who just turned away from me. Whatever. James smirked at me, and raised his eyebrows.
'Shut up, i was just being nice anyway.' I said, scowling. Brooke Somerson will be mine
'C'mon guys, let's go.' I said, indicating to the school. Tyler, James, Lucas, John, Chris and Samantha all followed me into the school, and up to the second floor to the Junior's hallway. I walked to my locker, and entered my combination. 149322. I got my books out for first period, Biology. I groaned, but then realized Brookes in my class. 
--
I slid into the seat across from Brooke.
'Mind if i sit here?'
She momentarily looked up at me and shook her head. 
'So what's up?' I tried to start a conversation.
She sighed quietly. 'Nothing, just trying to do my work.'
'Mmm. Can i just say that you look really, really pretty today.' I flashed her a smile, and made sure my eye's
smiled as well. 
She froze for a minute and then looked up at me. 'Thanks.' She said, flatly.

*sorry its short, im going to bed haha. Comment please on what you think so far < 33




The Game.
Chapter 1

Chapter Two.

Brookes POV
My alarm went off, and i turned over and groaned. Another day as a Junior. Another day with a fake smile. I sat up and rubbed my brown eyes till i could see properly again. I sighed groggily, and got out of bed. I rooted through my closet for something to wear, deciding on a pair of ripped up jean shorts and a white and pink Hollister t-shirt. I slipped on a pair of multi-colored vans, and turned on my hair straightener. I started on my make-up, staying natural with a bit of pale pink lip-gloss and a little bit of mascara to accent my eyes. I straightened out my hair, grabbed my Roxy bag, and headed downstairs.
My brother, Trace, a Freshman, was sitting at the table eating toast. I ruffled his hair before grabbing a cup of orange juice.
'Ready to leave in 5?' I asked. He nodded. We aren't your typical brother and sister, meaning we get along good. I give him a lift to school every morning, saving him from the horror that is the bus. Since it's his first year in High School, I introduced him to some really cool people, and even got him to try out for the football team, which he made. Me being a cheerleader and doing lots of activities, i know most of the people at my school. 
'Ok, I'm ready.' Trace said, wiping the crumbs off his mouth and slinging his blue bag over his shoulder.
'Right, just let me get my keys and we're ready.' I grabbed my car keys off the counter and went outside to where my small BMW sat. It was a gift from my Godfather. We aren't that rich. I hopped in the front seat, and Trace got in the back, knowing that the passenger seat was reserved for my friend Chelsea.
I drove down two blocks, turned a corner and drove another block before i parked outside Chelsea's house. I honked the horn twice, and out came the tall, blonde, bubbly captain of the Lacrosse team that was my best friend.
'Hey Brookie!' She called, hopping over the top of the car (convertible) and into her usual seat beside me. 
'Hey Chels, hows it hanging?'
'It's hanging good girl!' And we both laughed. She turned around to face Trace. 'Hey little dude, what's up?!' Trace blushed a bit and shrugged his shoulders. 
'Hiya Chelsea.' See, Trace has a bit of a 'thing' for Chelsea, that is blatantly obvious to everyone except Chelsea. I told her though, and she thinks it's cute. She still treats him the same, and i appreciate that.
I pulled into school and got out of the car.
'See you later, Trace.' I called, slinging my bag over my shoulders and walking towards the usual friends with Chelsea.
'Hey guys!' I greeted Marcy, Natasha, Jenna, Kristen, Lucy, Trevor, Nate , Ryan and Austin. Whew. They are all my friends from Cheerleading and Football. I have more, of course, but these guys are the ones i normally stick around with. 
'What's shaking homie?!' Nate asked, coming over and knocking knuckles with me.
'Hey Nate.' I said laughing. ' 'Sup dawg?' 
He winked at me and i laughed again. 
'Don't look now but a hottie with a body is totallyyy checking you out right now.' Jenna said, leaning over to whisper in my ear. I whipped around to my left and saw Dylan Martin, the school player, looking over at me. I rolled my eyes.
'It's only Dylan.' I said, turning back to my friends. Dylan has a history in West High School. He can get any girl he wants, and he knows it. Everyone is too lost in his amazing looks to realize it. But i do, of course. I looked back again and he smiled at me softly. I just looked at him for minute, before turning back to my friends.



Forgotten. Ch.4


Dinner was quiet and kind of awkward. Margaret sat at one end of the long, mahogany table, Conor sat at
the other, and I sat in the middle. I poked my stew around with an obnoxiously large fork, and drank half of 
my stale water and excused myself.  Margaret frowned in disapproval, but said nothing. As soon as i got 
to the attic i collapsed on the bed. I closed my eye's for a minute, and just let my life evaporate around me as i 
fell asleep..
I woke up to someone clearing their throat. I stretched slightly, and sat up rubbing my groggy eyes.
'Conor is taking a trip into town for me, and I.. He was wondering if you wanted to go with him.'
She had a hint of a smirk as she asked me this, which made me want to say no. But i wanted to get out of
here. I was only here a day and I already felt depressed. 
'Um, sure. I guess. I mean yeah, I'll go.'
What she did next, i think, was an attempt to smile. 'Good. Meet him at the door in 5  minutes.'
i nodded and changed out of my sweatpants into dark wash skinny jeans. I brushed my straightened blonde
hair, and slipped on my purple vans. I was at the front door with a few minutes to spare.
Conor came out of the bathroom, drying his hands on his beige shorts. He fixed the collar of his brown and blue
striped Hollister polo shirt, and smiled at me. 'Ready?'
'Yeah.'
We got into his small, red, beat up toyota truck that smelled like moth balls and sandwiches.
He rolled down the windows so that the musty, thick scent of moss and woods and rain wafted through.
'You'll like it in town.' He said, starting the truck. 'Everyone's so.. Friendly. They'll like you.'
I gave him a small smile before taking out my phone. I had a text from Kyle, a guy i had hooked up with a few
times back in New York.
"Hey babe, howz nowhere land? lol "
I rolled my eyes.  This guy is as close to a monkey as you can get.
"S'alright so far, boring. Tell every1 i say hi 4 me? ;) "
"Sure thing Em. Wen u get bak, wanna hook up? ;)"
"We'll c. :).. "

I noticed Conor looking at me funny, so i turned off my phone and put it in the glove compartment.
'How far is it to town?' 
'Uh, about 35 minutes in a car.'
'Great.' I slunk downwards in my seat, and sighed.



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