Summary: Brooke needed a fresh start in life. Moving in with her basketball coach of a grandfather is the perfect opportunity for that. What happens when she meets a blue-eyed blonde boy or when her past comes back to haunt her?
Disclaimer: I own nothing at all. The title came from a song by Ed Sheeran by the same name.
Author's Note: So this was kind of inspired by Sophia Bush's character on Chicago PD. I love the past they gave her character. So I wrote this as a kind of spin off sort of thing. I hope you all enjoy it!
All Of The Stars
Chapter One: Brooke's Point-of-View
"What you thinking about, sugar?" Grandpa made his way over to me. I sat still staring out the window watching the night sky. It was different then what I'm use too but this is my new home. The stars in the sky were way better then the skyline view.
"Nothing." I responded with a one word response. I didn't want to shut him out but I couldn't help it. I was still in shock that this all happened, shocked that I let it happen.
"It's something. Your thoughts are keeping me awake." Grandpa looked up at me with his goofy smile. "I thought you were supposed to sleep whenever that one does?" He pointed to the little sleeping baby in my arms and I sent him a smile.
"I couldn't sleep. Either nerves for tomorrow or nerves about the past are getting to me." I sent a simple shrug along with a smile towards him.
"The past is in the past Brooke, you don't need it to effect you now." He sat down next to me. "If only your parents let me know how bad it got."
"They weren't really paying much attention, Grandpa. Their more focused on being in the spotlight." Shivers went down my back at the mention of my past. The past made me who I was today and gave me my baby.
"If I only knew." He shook his head frowning. "I couldn't imagine, you know."
It was like a hush-hush kind of thing to this day. Ninety days, that's how long it's been since I been home. I'm thankful for my grandpa taking me in these past months, but now it's setting in that this is what's going to happen.
"It's okay, I'm here now. Thanks to you." I kissed his cheek lovingly and then sat back down. "I don't think I can go tomorrow." I looked at the baby in my arms and knew I wanted a better life for him, one that I definitely did not have growing up.
"It's been months, Brooke. It's time to start being a teen again. I got this little one taken care of during the day. He will love hanging with this old man in the office." He gladly grabbed the baby from my hands and smiled.
At three months old, Noah Rhys Davis was my pride and joy. He's the reason that I'm not in that place anymore. He's the reason I'm here today.
"I know." I frowned slightly and looked between the two important men in my life.
"If you do know, then you know you are going to make it. Here is not exactly like it was up there Brooke. Acknowledge that. It's a clean slate, time for a change." He kept pointing out this to me and it didn't change my opinion. I still was the same guarded person I was when I got here. "You've been in this house for two days and haven't left."
"I'm leaving tomorrow, Gramps. Does that account for something?" I kinked my brow at him and continued to look out the window. I checked the clock really fast and noticed it was reading 4:45 am. I knew by that time I was not gonna get any sleep tonight. It was going to be a long day.
"Just forget the past and start clean. That's what I'm advising you to do." He looked at Noah and it melted my heart. "Right, bud? Your mommy's gonna be a normal teen for once."
"I don't think normal and teen are words to describe me." I rolled my eyes at his comments and sighed. It was the day I will try to be normal again.
-XO-OTH-XO-
"You sure you can do this?"
We pulled up to the school and I let out a nervous sigh. Grandpa just sat staring at me with a smile on his face while I sat fiddling in my seat trying to calm my nerves.
"Brooke, I handled a baby before. I raised your mother, you know. I think I can handle this little one."
"I think I decided to just stay home all day long now. I'll home school."
"Brooke, you can't avoid it anymore." He stated the simple fact like he did before. "You are going to go in there and live an as normal teenage life as possible. Now go." He unlocked the doors to his old pick-up truck and pushed me towards exiting. "Go, Brooke. I'll be there if you need me."
"Fine, fine, fine." I gave in knowing he'd push me till I did so. "Thank you, gramps."
"Don't thank me yet sugar." He laughed lightly and watched as I left the car.
I said a quick goodbye to Noah and walked my way to the school. I wrapped the leather coat around me tighter and prayed no one bothered me today. I was running on three hours of sleep, partially due to my fault, and was not in the mood for bullshit. I let go of the coat to throw my hair in a quick ponytail and went to the front office like Grandpa told me too.
"Hi," I whispered lightly when entering the office. "I need to pick up my schedule?"
"You're Whitey's granddaughter? Right?" The older lady flat out asked me. "He talks so much about you."
"That's me." I flashed a dimpled smile fast and replaced in with a content look. "Can I have my schedule?"
"Yes, here you go. I can have some one show you around if you'd like?" She offered but I nodded a simple no and made my way out of the office.
I knew this school like the back of my hand. I spent so many summers here with my grandparents that Grandpa would take me to the gym with him just to get my childhood energy out. The memories filled these halls surrounded me with warmth and comfort.
I wish my grandma would be here now to see me. I know it will be disappointment at some moments but I hope she'd be proud of my change.
"You're new here aren't you?" A honey blonde hair color girl held out her hand for me to introduce myself. "Haley, Haley James. I thought you'd like someone to show you around. I saw you in the office. I work in the tutor office right next door so I saw you. Not to be a creeper or anything. Oh sorry about my rambling. I do that a lot."
"Brooke, Brooke Davis." I shook her hand smiling politely at her.
I didn't know what to think of Haley. She seemed so outgoing and something I'm most definitely not. She looked put together and I had my hair pulled back, glasses on, simple jeans and a t-shirt with my leather coat. I didn't fit in with this school, I could tell that already.
"So it is true then, you're the coaches granddaughter?"
"Sadly." I playfully rolled my eyes dramatically.
"I can tell I'm really going to like you as a friend." Haley grabbed my schedule from my hands. "We have basically every class together. Thank god. I can show you around this school and tell you what to do and what not to do."
I just nodded along with her and stayed silent. First class, math, Algebra II. What the hell was this mess?
"Don't sit in the front." She warned me. "Mr. Kline likes to pick on people who sit up front. Sit with me." Haley pulled me towards the back and told me where to sit. I sat down and just kept looking around.
"Who'd you pick up now?" I saw a blonde haired boy look me over up and down with his blue eyes. Gosh those blue eyes. They made me shiver so much.
"Cut the crap, Luke." Haley hissed. "Brooke, meet the ass himself Lucas."
"Such a pretty girl for such a bitchy friend." Lucas smiled showing light dimples in his cheeks. Between his eyes and his smile I couldn't get enough. I had to remember that this was for the better. That I can't let myself get how I use to get. I had to ignore. Ignore, ignore, ignore! "Sorry you have to put up with her."
"I'm better than you and your ass of a brother." Haley smirked happily at her response like she was proud of herself.
"You know you love me Hales."
"Sadly I have to put up with you." Haley sighed.
I watched the two bicker and was not really paying attention to when the teacher walked in. I really wanted to get a bathroom pass and make it Grandpa's office to see Noah.
"You're in la-la land, Brooke." Haley shook me from my thoughts. "Be careful or Mr. Kline will catch on. And I don't think your grandfather can help with him."
"Mrs. James, will you share with the class what you were whispering to the new student?" Mr. Kline was exactly how Haley described him. An arrogant ass.
During lunch I found a way to sneak off from Haley to make it to Grandpa's office. I told her I had to go to the bathroom and then I'll be at lunch but I had no plans to make it to lunch. My Noah needed me.
"Already in trouble, Brooke?" Grandpa smirked at me. Noah was sleeping peacefully in his carrier.
"Not really. Just Mr. Kline is not liking me." I lifted Noah into my arms. He made a nose in his sleep but fell right back asleep.
"Brooke you know our deal."
That stupid deal. Why did I have to accept it?
The stupid deal was that she promised to (a) not get in trouble at all, (b) stay away from trouble and (c) be a normal teen during the day and that means no Noah.
"I'm sorry, Gramps, but I can't stay away from him." I brought my lips to the baby's forehead and kissed it. "I'm doing the whole school thing, let me just enjoy this please?" I was begging him. I needed my sweet baby to help me get through school.
"Just for today, but you can't make a habit of it." He warned me, lifting a finger in my face.
"I understand." I looked at him and nodded. Grandpa has a way of dragging the truth out of everyone. I never can remember a time were I lied or even tried to lie to him.
"I want to tell you a story." He stated and I let out a groan. His stories are always long and dragged out but have hardly any meaning to everyone but him. He says there is a reason he is telling the story. "Sit back and relax."
"Make it short." I warned. I had class in thirty minutes anyway and if I wasn't going to warn him about it then I'd be stuck here for a while.
"Your mother, Brooke was a feisty girl." He told the story. "I knew she'd never stay in this small town. She was a big city girl stuck in this small town and she fought it. She fought it bad. Next thing I knew she packed up her car and headed north to New York to be with a guy she met online. No matter how many time's we told her it was a bad idea, she did not listen and did it anyway. She was eighteen; your grandmother and I couldn't do anything about it. We thought we'd loss her for good." I noticed the pause in his voice. Like he didn't want to continue saying the story. She heard somewhat of this story before but not in depth. "But she kept in touch. We'd get letters here and there. Then about a year after her move we got one letter that had a picture in it of the adorable little baby girl."
He held up a frame for me to see. I let out a smile laugh and took a hold of it. I couldn't believe he kept this photo. I was a newborn in it, or some age close to that. My hair was going in every direction. I was a hot mess.
"She said she had a baby. Your grandmother wanted us to drive right up and see you. We knew your mother would never allow it. Something she had control over and would never let the control go. She held it over our heads that you were away from family. We did everything we could to get you here. Your mother compromised to every single summer. She'd ship you here and it would be the best months in the year."
"Is there a point to this?" I questioned him. "I know she wasn't the best mother. But she was still my mother."
"Brooke, she abandoned you in an apartment to fend for yourself." His voice grew lower. "This shouldn't be like this for you."
I shrugged it off, it was what I grew up with, it was normal to me. "Gramps,"
"Don't, Brooke." He warned. "Do not make excuses for her."
"I'm use to that life, I'm not use to this one." I half smiled and sighed. We sat in silence until there was a knock on the office door. I started to panic. I didn't want anyone to know about Noah. Not until I at least could trust someone.
"Coach you wanted to see me?"
The same blonde haired, blue eyed boy from English class. She was so screwed.
Should I continue this story or just delete it because it isn't good?