A/N Yes I will continue the other story. But I had a new idea and just had to work with it! ok, so the beginning is a little slow, but i'll get better. i promise!
Brooklyn Adams opened her eyes and looked around the dorm. Early morning sunlight filtered through the window between her bed and her dorm mate's. At least, she could have sworn she'd had a dorm mate for the past three and a half years. She stared at the empty bed next to her. Grabbing her phone from the nightstand, she glanced at the time and hurriedly stumbled from the tangle of sheets and blankets.
"Shit!" Her first class started in fifteen minutes.
She rushed into the bathroom and pulled her shoulder length light brown hair back into a ponytail, brushed her teeth, applied a little make up, and then rushed to her small closet and grabbed her uniform. Another look at her phone told her she only had three minutes before the bell rang and she was supposed to be in class. She changed her underclothes and yanked on the skirt and shirt, followed by socks and her black flats. She shrugged into the required jacket just as the bell rang. Throwing her books into her bag, she ran out of the dorm and down the hall to class.
Pausing to catch her breath outside of the classroom, she straightened her outfit and walked into her history class, only to swear loudly when her foot caught on something, causing her to stumble into the room.
"Well, nice of you to join us, Miss Adams," Mr. Hefman said, glancing at her from his spot in front of the black board.
"Sorry, sir. I… overslept," Brooke replied quietly.
"See that it doesn't happen again, or you will receive detention. Now take your seat." He turned back to the board to finish writing the notes.
Brooke made her way up the stairs and slipped into her seat next to her friend, trying to ignore the whispers being passed around.
"Nice entrance," Ashley smiled.
"Shut up," Brooke said, feeling her cheeks heat up. "Ugh, I can't believe I slept in."
"At least it's Friday," Ashley said. "After school, we'll go to work and then tear up the woods."
Despite the embarrassment, Brooke couldn't help but smile. Fridays were the best. After three, her and Ashley got ready and at five went to Nicky's to waitress, and after they met up with a few kids from the Boston public and raced. Unlike most of the kids who went to Spencer, Brooke and Ashley worked because they didn't come from rich families.
"Yeah, I can't wait to see the look on Bobby's face when I smoke him," Brooke whispered.
Ashley covered her mouth in an attempt to smother her laughter. "Neither can I."
An hour and a half later, the bell rang. Everyone packed up their books and headed to their next class.
"I'm starving!" Brooke exclaimed.
"That's because you slept in," Ashley laughed. "Run back to the dorm and grab a snack."
"No. Class starts in five minutes. I can't be late… again."
A few girls nearby began talking excitedly and pointing. Turning, Brooke saw the reason for their excitement. Caleb Danvers, Pogue Parry, Reid Garwin, and Tyler Simms were walking down the hall, laughing at some unknown joke.
"Mmm, they are gorgeous," Ashley crooned, watching the four boys.
Brooke rolled her eyes. "They're not that great. I mean, sure they're hot. But so what?" Her eyes fell on the blonde boy and she bit her bottom lip. "Okay, time for class."
* * * * *
After a long shower, Brooke wrapped a towel around her body and left the showers and headed back to the dorm. Mentally repeating the mathematical formulas from her last class, she didn't see the person in front of her, and walked right into them.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention," she said, her gaze lifting to meet the face of the person before her. Her stomach flipped when his deep cobalt blue eyes met hers.
"No, it's no problem," he replied, giving her a flirtatious smile. His gaze dropped to her body for a brief moment, reminding her that she was wearing just a towel.
She could feel the color rise in her cheeks, and quickly stepped around him. "Again, I'm really sorry." She turned and hurried to the dorm, silently cursing herself for sounding like a complete dork.
"Hey, what took you so long?" Ashley asked as she entered the room.
"The shower felt sooo good. And then I bumped into Reid and—"
"Reid Garwin?" Ashley said, raising her eyebrows.
"I wasn't paying attention and walked right into him," Brooke said before her friend could jump to conclusions.
Ashley's lips curved up in a knowing smile.
"What?" Brooke asked, eyeing her friend.
"Don't 'what?' me. I saw you looking at him today."
Brooke rolled her eyes. "Like I said. The Sons of Ipswich are hot. So what?" Ashley opened her mouth, but Brooke held up her hand. "Don't answer that."
Shrugging, Ashley turned back to the mirror to fix her hair. "Can I borrow your black butterfly hairclip?"
"Go for it." Brooke pulled on her black leather skirt over a pair of black thongs, and a red tank top over a red bra. Skimpy clothes always got her better tips. Using the curling iron, she curled her hair into luscious brown locks and applied a little black mascara and eyeliner to make her light blue eyes stand out.
"You ready to pretend to love every drunk you meet?" Ashley laughed, adjusting her denim skirt.
"You know it," Brooke replied, smiling.
In the parking lot, they climbed into Brooke's blue Wrangler Rubicon jeep and headed to the bar. Brooke pulled into a parking space and climbed out.
"Another day, another dollar," Ashley sighed.
"Another dollar, another drunk," Brooke laughed.
"Hey, Nick!" Ashley called as they entered the bar.
"Hey, girls. You know the drill," the big, bald man behind the ball greeted them.
"Gee, Nick. No need to sound excited to see us," Brooke said, rolling her eyes sarcastically.
"Brooke, how wonderful to see you today! And Ashley, what a nice surprise!"
"Haha, funny," Brooke smiled.
The two girls dropped off their things in the back and began setting up for the mass flow of people that would be coming in an hour.
"Doors opening!" Nicky called an hour later.
"Let 'em rip!" Ashley shouted.
Three hours later, the bar was packed. Music blared from the jukebox and people bustled around each other. Brooke rushed around, picking up empty bottles and passing out drinks and food. People shouted orders at her, and she picked up her pace. Quick service also resulted in good tips.
A hand reached out from the crowd and grabbed her, pulling her over to a table surrounded by older men. An arm wrapped around her waist.
"Here's my favorite waitress!" the owner of the arm yelled, his lips lifting into a goofy smile. His eyes were a little glassy and his pupils were dilated.
Laughing, Brooke casually removed his arm. "Tom, that's what you said to Ashley a little while ago."
"Nah. I didn't want to hurt her feelings," the man replied, stretching out the last word, the goofy smile still plastered on his face. "You're my favorite."
She couldn't help but smile at the regular. "I'll get you another Jack."
"That's my girl!"
The crowd of men chortled as Brooke slipped away to the bar to grab a new bottle of Jack and deposit the empty bins and bottles on her tray. After dropping off the alcohol, she went to a table of new customers.
"What can I get you guys?" Her breath faltered when she realized that the customers were the infamous Sons of Ipswich.
The blonde looked at her and smiled. "I'll take a coke."
She smiled and looked at the others. After, she hurried off to get the orders ready.
Four hours later, Brooke was outside, dropping the last of her load of bottles into the Dumpster before going back in to grab her stuff and leave. On her way back in, a boy shoved past her on his way out, followed by four other boys. Another look showed her that it was Aaron Abbott, Bordy Becklin and Ryan Bael, as well as Reid Garwin and Tyler Simms.
"He made the shot, so pay up," Tyler said.
"We ain't paying you shit," Ryan spat.
"Rules are rules," Reid stated. "We won, you pay."
"Since when do you follow the rules, Garwin?" Aaron asked.
Sighing, Brooke went back inside, stepping aside to let two other boys, Caleb and Pogue, pass her. "Hey, Nicky! Possible fight outside! Spenser kids!"
"Damn teenagers," Nicky grumbled, grabbing a bat and heading to the back door.
Brooke grabbed a few more empty bottles and hurried outside to the Dumpster one last time. Nicky walked back to the bar, followed a few minutes later by Aaron and his friends. Brooke tossed the bottles into the trash and turned to reenter the bar, but paused.
"Do you want to become addicted?" Caleb asked angrily.
"I haven't used in a month," Reid snapped. "I needed the boost to win."
"You're risking exposure."
"Quit being such a pussy, Caleb." Reid made to shove past the taller brunette, but Caleb stopped him.
"Damn teens and their drugs," Brooke mumbled, but her jaw dropped when she saw the blonde's blue eyes change to onyx.
Reid shoved his friend forcefully, sending him sprawling on the ground. Caleb jumped to his feet and shoved the blonde with his hands, and Reid flew backwards into the fence.
Brooke covered her mouth to silence her gasp. What the hell?
"Caleb, Reid, stop!" the long haired boy, Pogue, ordered, stepping forward to grab Caleb as he advanced toward Reid.
Reid stood and glared at the older boy, his eyes still pitch black.
Brooke slowly moved to the side, toward the back door, trying to stay in the shadows. Something told her it was way past time to leave. But she couldn't take her eyes away from the four boys before her. Her legs hit an empty keg, knocking it over and creating a loud crash.
She froze when all four boys turned to look at her, and her heart stopped when she realized that all of their eyes were pitch black.