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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