Chapter 6 – She's crazy.

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Hope your enjoying my little story! Just a few notes on things for future references. Chris and Brooke both have separate points of view, Chris's is in bold and Brooke is normal. When in italics, it means they're thinking. So yeah (nsndjfjfdj!) :P REVIEW PLEAAAASE? x

Chris's POV

What would I do without her?

Seriously, what would I do without her? I mean, ever since I saw her the first time that day in maths, I knew there was something different about her. Something I noticed, there and then. You know… like a connection? We sort of locked eyes for a moment, and boom – a connection. It happened, man. It really happened. She gave me that look, a look I had never seen before.

A look that didn't judge. She didn't give me that look, like all the rest of them. She didn't see me as Chris Chambers – The Rebel. The Abused. The Lowlife. She saw me as Chris Chambers, the person. The real person. That moment completely changed the way I felt about myself. Just one look. How is that even possible?

But it did it for me. It changed me. Somehow. Brooke changed me.

She punched Ace Merril! I mean, she actually threw a fist at the most hated and feared hood, without being the least bit terrified. She just let her hand guide herself to Ace's stomach. Now that's not what someone would do everyday life. But she did it. Not even at Castle Rock for a week, and she's punched Ace Merril. And he's doubled up in pain. And she just runs, like shit crazy. She is shit crazy!

I knew she was different from the rest of the girls at school as soon as I saw her. She just had a different look, a different edge to her personality. She didn't try to fit in (apart from hang with that Gina chick for a day!), she tried to be herself. And she didn't judge.

What was it that made me like her so much? I honestly don't know the answer to that question. Maybe it was the fact she didn't treat me and the guys like the group of rejects we were. She just had the confidence to find us, and like us. It was pretty impressive, to see a girl who had the most going for her, come hanging around with us. With me.

It was only that day in the treehouse, that day when I came up with a bloody nose, and she held her hand to my nose, still no judgement of my bastard father beating the shit out of me, and we kept that contact, I realised she meant more to me than just a friend…

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