That Boy, Brooke Bradley [books successful people read TXT] 📗

I was lonely. All that I had ever wanted was to have someone love me. For somebody to feel lost without me. To have a Soulmate I guess you would say. But I don't tell anybody that. Totally ruin my bad girl reputation. And we would not be having that.

"Brooke! You need to leave for school!" My mom hollered.

God! She was such a pain! Didn't she understand that I could tell time?! Gosh.

"I know, mom! I'm getting my keys!"

Silence.

Go figure. She always did stuff like that. Whatever. I grabbed my keys off my desk and headed for the door.

"Bye honey!" Mom yelled after me.

I slammed the door. Let her chew on that for a while. Ha! I get into my unnecessary Mercedes. I didn't even want one. Her and her stupid new husband Phil bought me one for my birthday. Ugh. Phil. The name even sounds lame! It's not just me. Whatever. Concentrate on getting to school in this stupid car. I don't see why their so expensive. Their just an average car. God dang. Just ran a red light. Whoops! Oh well. Just get to prison. Er-- School.

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I park my car pretty close to the building. I get out, lock the doors, and start walking into school. Uhh. This sucks! Whatever. I walk into the school and everybody clears their way for me and look like if they came to close that I would bite. I smile. Good. But as a continue down the hallway, I start to hear the whispers.

"I heard that she's tried to commit suicide…..,"

"I heard the she's gone to juvy…..,"

Why were people saying this? It's not like I go to school decked out in black. I wear a leather jacket. That's the only black I wear! Oh people are very strange. As I walk farther down the hallway, I see one person in my path. He was new but knew some people her. His friends are looking at him like he was insane, but he just stood there, smiling at me. So I decided to walk right up to him. I stopped inches from his face. It was quiet all around us. But when I looked into his eyes, everybody else disappeared. He looked as if the same thing was happening to him. And we just stood there staring at each other. He had dark brown hair like me and her wore it half spiky and half down. He had dark green eyes. They would look pretty good with my light blue ones. And he was tan! Like me! He tried to move closer to me so I moved a little away. No matter how cute he was, I couldn't let my guard down. So, when he tried to touch my face, I snapped right out of what was happening and slapped his face so hard, it started turning red almost instantly. I gave him a death glare and made sure I bumped his soldier as I walked away. Everybody was so shocked they couldn't even laugh at him. Bummer. That's just so dumb. I mean they think that i've been to juvy for goodness sake! Why are they so shocked that I slapped someone?! Whatever. I better get to class.

So I continue walking down the hall listening to all of the whispers.

"Oh my god. Drew is totally into her! Why did she have to punch him and ruin it for herself?! Oh well, at least he's still single. I should totally ask him out!"

For some strange reason, this kind of bothered me. I felt kind of protective of him. Why? I don't want to. I am not falling for him, I told myself. No. I can't be. But why do I still feel so protective over this new kid. He hangs out with the crowd that I hate. The little popular crowd. And no, I am not one of those people that just hates on the popular kids because they don't give me the time of day. No. I could honestly care less. They can do whatever they want. The thing that really irritates me is that they all walk around like their cooler than everybody. Which I guess technically is true. But whatever. I just hate how that they think they can boss everybody around because their daddy is rich. It just irritates me. But enough about that. It's time for class. History. Uhh, I hate High School. So of course I am late to class and there is only one seat to left. So I apologize to the teacher for being late and sit down. So the teacher starts talking when I see someone hand me a note. I open it up.

It says, "So the teacher gets an apology when your late, but I don't get one when you slap me? Interesting how things with you work with you. -Drew"

I look behind me. Unbelievable. Of course he would be in my class. I am sitting here debating whether or not to write him a note back when I get another one.

This one says, "Hey just kidding. I don't mind. You've got quite an arm on you. Wanna hang out Friday? I heard about this great restaurant in town. So, what so you say? -Drew"

I sit here in disbelief. Is he honestly asking me out after I slapped him? Couldn't he tell that I wasn't interested? So I pull out a piece of paper. And I start writing.

"Sorry. Not interested. So why don't you go and hit on a girl that actually cares. -Brooke"

I pass it back to him. And I look at his expression as he reads it. He's SMILING. Smiling. What was up with this guy?! My thoughts were interrupted by Mrs. Anderson as she called out my name. God. I wasn't listening at all.

"Yes?" I reply.

"Your partner for the project with be Drew. He's new. Drew please stand up and introduce yourself to the class."

Drew stands up and introduces himself.

So he came here all the way from Alaska. How was he so tan?

"Drew this is your partner for the project. Her name's Brooke." Mrs. Anderson said.

"Oh, we've met." Drew says with a devious smile. Guys.

"Well then, perfect! You two already know each other! That's great."

Oh. My. God. I cannot believe that Mrs. Anderson would partner me up with Drew. Could she not tell that I didn't like him? At all?!

"Actually, Mrs. Anderson, I am sure there is somebody else that wants to be partners with him. I will do this project alone! Please!"

"Ms. Greene. Don' t be rude. Drew is new here and your the only one in here that he knows. And besides, If you switched partners, it would totally mess up my system! You and Drew are partners, and that's that."

God. I always hated when teachers treated me like I was their child. It really irritated me! Well, no sense in arguing with her now. So I just said,

"Okay."

I turn around and look at Drew. I scribble my number on a piece of paper, and hand it to him.

"Here. Since we have to do this thing together were doing it at my house. Call me and i'll give you directions."

Then I simply turned around and sat back down in my chair cutting off whatever he was about to say. But I felt a sudden little spark of happiness, and realized that I was smiling. I immediately blushed and noticed that everyone was staring. Oh boy. I was going to have to put on full brat mode.

"What! What are you looking at?!" I gave them all a dirty look before they flushed and turned their attention back to the teacher.

I situated myself and looked straight ahead the rest of the period. When the bell rang I picked up my books, and walked out as fast as I could. Apparently, it wasn't fast enough. I felt somebody grab my arm.

"What the-"

It was Drew. Wow, so not who I was wanting to see. I stopped dead in my tracks and stood there looking at my arm and then looking at him. He saw what I was getting at and let go of my arm.

"Did you need something?" I asked him, not so nicely.

"Oh um, I just wanted to know if you changed your mind about Friday?"

Actually, I had thought about it. Some part of me wanted to know more about him, but then another part of me wanted to say no, and just stay home. And then I heard myself saying,

"Well, I didn't really think about changing my mind. But i'll let you know, okay?"

What did I just say?! Oh my gosh, I just cannot believe that I just said that. Whatever. So I quickly turn away and walk to my next class. It was going to be a long day.


I went home for lunch that day. I didn't want to deal with people. So I just went home. And partly because I was avoiding Drew. How could I let my guard down like that? I can't believe the words popped out of my out without me even wanting them to. So of course, i'm embarrassed. And the day was a little slow after lunch. I went to all my classes, and by the end of the day, I had learned that I had the grand total of four classes with Drew. Four. That was a lot. Not that I was affected by it. But when I walked outside, you'll never guess who was leaning against my car with his backpack over his shoulders. Yup. You guessed it. Drew. Looking as cute as ever. Wait. Did I just think that? What's going on with me?! I think i'm falling for him. Oh no. This isn't good. Especially when I found myself saying,

"So I made up my mind about Friday. I want to go. It could be fun." And then I smiled at him.

He smiled right back and grabbed my hand. Mistake. Snapped me right out of it.

"What are you doing?!" I exclaim as I snatch my hand away. "Just because I agreed to one date, does NOT meant that we are dating."

"Oh. Okay." He said simply, but I could see the little hurt in his eyes, that was gone so fast, I wondered