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Chapter 10

What Hurts The Most

Wednesday morning rolled out quickly and Brook was awake before dawn, down at the barn with Ashleigh, Christine, Vanessa, Nicole, and Giovanna, they changed between helping wrapping their horses in thick travel blankets with the Woodland Hills logo on it and their shipping boots and loading their equipment into the trailer while Ms. Lee was coming out of the office with a box in hand.

"Are those our jackets?" Giovanna squealed, eyeing the box in excitement.

Ms. Lee beamed and nodded, "Keep working, I'll pass them to you once I get the names figured out."

"Can we load Taco last?" Christine asked. "You know how he likes backing up as fast as he can to get out," she pointed out.

"Are all of the horses ready?" Ms. Lee asked. "Nicole, go check," she urged as Mr. Coxx, the Western pleasure and trail teacher walked up, he was going to drive the trailer while Ms. Lee drove the truck with everyone packed inside.

"Good morning Mr. Coxx," the remaining students called cheerfully even though it wasn't even five o'clock in the morning.

He grumbled a response and walked into the office where he grabbed a cup of coffee for the road. "Here are the directions just in case," Ms. Lee smiled, handing Mr. Coxx a piece of paper with directions. He nodded and shuffled into the truck while everyone got their horses ready.

"Let's have Stretch in there first, followed by Polly, then Avatar, Roo, Uno, and then Taco!" Ms. Lee instructed as Giovanna walked onto the trailer with Stretch following her neatly.

Bursting into the arena at full blast while carrying the United States flag was always a rush for Brook, who cheerfully agreed every time while Ashleigh immediately accepted to carry Colorado's flag, while other riders carried sponsor flags and others just rode in. After the first lap, Brook and Ashleigh took their positions at the beginning and end of the line, stepping forward when they had to say the pledge of allegiance and the state song before they all walked out and handed their flags back to the supervisors and prepared themselves.

First class up was the barrel racing, then steer undecorating, then cutting, team roping, and towards the end of the day was the pole bending.

"Nervous, freshie?" Ashleigh called to Giovanna, who was fiddling with her tie-down.

"A bit?" she offered with a deathly pale expression and eyes to match, tensions were always high during the first competition of the season.

"Calm down," Ashleigh flashed her a warm smile. "You'll do fine, just like you always do," she assured her younger girl as she sidestepped her smaller framed palomino Quarter Horse to where she was standing by Stretch's head, mindlessly toying with the little leather straps connecting the reins to the shank bit she had on her gelding. "And besides, you're getting Stretch nervous too," she added as the gelding's tail whipped from side to side. "And he won't do his best when he's nervous."

"Hey Oprah, come here and give me crappy advice!" Christine teased, making Giovanna let out a coughing laugh.

Ashleigh gave her the finger and turned back to Giovanna with an earsplitting smile. "We're a team," she prompted.

"We win together," Giovanna nodded.

"We lose together," Ashleigh grinned.

"We're teammates," they chorused as Giovanna broke into a smile and threw the reins over Stretch's head, jumping on with enthusiasm that she had regained.

Zac Efron was quite an idol when he gave that advice during High School Musical, it stuck and the team used it all the time.

Brook glanced down when Avatar shifted and his tail whipped back and forth lazily. "You're used to this, aren't you," she crooned, running her fingers through his mane to pass the time.

"Ready to kick ass?" Nicole asked eagerly, jumping onto Roo for the first time since they unloaded the horses onto the arena grounds. The mare pranced eagerly as Nicole swung her rope around in practice.

"Totally, they'll all eat shit today," Brook nodded mindlessly as she glanced down from the slowly rising sun, most of it shielded from her black cowgirl hat with little blue accents.

Avatar's barn colors were black and red while his competition colors were usually a sky or turquoise blue and sometimes white.

Brook glanced up sharply when she saw Uno on her hindlegs. "Circle!" she called to Vanessa, who was struggling to keep the little gelding down. "Circle him!"

"I'm trying!" she wailed, crouching over his neck to bring him down.

Brook nudged Avatar forward, but soon found he too was reluctant and all at once she popped a rein on his haunches and managed to grab one of Vanessa's reins when Uno prepared to jump up again. "Easy," she said, using her legs to draw Avatar into Uno, forcing the high strung gelding in a tight circle. "You ok, V?" she asked, biting her lip in concentration as Nicole came onto her other side.

"Yeah, I think the excitement is getting to the both of us," she giggled nervously.

"Can I drop?" Brook asked, another term to let go.

"Yeah," Vanessa nodded wryly as Brook dropped the rein that was snug against her upper thigh and backed Avatar. "Thanks, B," she said as she began drawing Uno's attention to her instead of the surrounding excitement.

So far Brook had the lead for barrel racing with Ashleigh right behind her and for lunch, the team was celebrating with a hot dog or cheeseburger. "Oh, hey, Ms. Lee," Brook said in realization, startled that she had forgotten about something. "Is my phone still in the car?"

"No, I have every ones cell phones in my bag, would you like yours?" Ms. Lee corrected, offering her bag at Brook, who grabbed it gratefully and dug through, picking up three other iPhones before she finally found her own. She had five next text messages.

1. Hey, morning cowgirl. How's it going so far? Bri-Bri

2. My bitch had better be kicking some serious ass right now. Chestah

3. Change of plans, wear something you can get wet and meet me by the indoor pool, same time. DJ Danga

What the hell is up with him and that nickname? Brook thought as she scanned through the other two unread messages.

4. Why does algebra have to be so fucking boring? Shay

5. I am seriously about to fall asleep here, my teacher could kill a tree and you've got Nick and his big flop of curls sitting behind me -he says hi- and it's like...boring. -Michelle

Brook rolled her eyes and sighed, taking another bit of her shrimp flavored Cup O' Noodle and placing her phone back into the bag and leaning against the tack box with her legs folded as she zoned out on the team's current conversation in their lawn chairs by the stalls that were occupied by their horses.

"Davis!" Nicole's sharp voice made the junior turn in surprise, bewildered. "Are you even listening?"

"Not really," she confessed with guilty gray eyes. "Sorry, you were saying?"

Nicole laughed cheerfully and shook her head. "Never mind, it's cool. So what's on your mind since you seem to be in Munchkinland or something."

"Just something I have planned when we get back," Brook gave a half shrug as she tried to keep her voice nonchalant.

"Bull," Giovanna grinned giddily. "It's a date, isn't it?" she squealed as Brook took a small sip of the broth.

"Might be," she shrugged again, a smile flickering on her lips.

"You're such a bitch, B," Ashleigh laughed, shaking her head at her smitten younger cousin.

State the obvious,

I didn't get my perfect fantasy.

I realize that you love yourself more then you could ever love me,

So go and tell you friends I'm obsessive and --

"Whoops, that's me," Brook grinned at the weird ringtone she had for all three of the Jonas boys. "Lo?"

"Is that how you greet everyone? 'Lo'?" Joe mimicked.

"Yup, pretty much," Brook nodded, setting her Styrofoam cup like thing down and repositioning the phone.

"Did you get my text?" Joe asked curiously, the low murmurs of lunch in the cafeteria were in the background.

"Yeah, I'll be there," Brook agreed. "I might be a little late though," she said hesitantly into the mouthpiece, flipping her friends off as the mimicked her from their spots near the ground.

"Why? Something more important?" Brook could just picture the smirk on his face as he asked that.

"Uh, well I am kinda two hours away if you hadn't noticed," Brook pointed out dryly.

"Yeah right, wait, seriously?" Joe blurted.

"Oh boy," she groaned. "Are you slow or something? We had third period together?"

"I thought you were in your dorm," he admitted lamely.

"I'm two hours away having lunch," she rolled her eyes as he chuckled hesitantly. "About to start some cutting," she paused. "At a rodeo not with a blade," she added.

"I knew that," Joe stated bravely.

"You bull lie and you know it," Brook sighed, wondering how she agreed to go on a date with this guy.

"At least it was a cute lie," That was why.

Brook snorted and could picture Joe beaming. "Hey, call me later? I've got to warm Tar up."

"Yeah, kay," he agreed before they both said goodbye and hung up.

The whole day was a success, the six girls won and placed in every class except for one, the highest they got was third and in that particular class it belonged to Christine. But they got home a bit later than expected and it took them at least an hour to put everything away, but once she had finished everything, Brook took off and quickly ran to her dorm, which was empty, and changed into her Hawaiian print bikini and threw on a long sleeve shirt, gray sweatpants, and her Uggs before she took off again, this time pacing herself as she made her way to the indoor pool.

It was dim and no one was there, Brook set down her phone on the bleachers in confusion and kicked off her Uggs before she walked towards the jacuzzi, which was fairly warm. It had been a quiet minute when Brook suddenly felt herself upside down. "Joe Jonas, put me down," she squealed, squirming viciously in his grasp.

"Hold you breath," he commanded simply.

"What?" Brook asked in bewilderment before Joe took one step forward and jumped into the water, releasing Brook once they had plunged under. "Oh my god," she spluttered as she reached the surface to find Joe already up there, lounging and smiling in amusement.

"I though people swam in bathing suits," he blinked innocently. "Not in a pair of sweatpants and a shirt."

They were beginning to drag Brook down anyways with all the extra weight, she swam to the side of the pool and kicked off her sweatpants bringing them to the surface before she placed them on the concrete, followed by her long sleeve shirt.

"Hawaii," Joe sighed in mock lust, eyeing Brook with a half smirk. "I don't think I've ever been there."

"Aren't we cute?" Brook rolled her eyes before swimming a few feet away and then lying stomach up, kicking lightly as Joe simply doggy-paddled next to her. "So how's the band coming along?"

"Coming," Joe answered bluntly, shaking his head. "We've got lyrics, we've got melodies...we just need backup," he sighed, his wet bangs slipping into his face once more. "A basset, drummer, and another guitarist...at least. Nick can play drums, it's just --"

"Not at the same time as electric guitar?" Brook nodded in agreement. "Then how'd you manage to mix that CD earlier?" she asked, flipping over to face Joe in the 8 feet waters.

"The band class that Kevin assists," Joe shrugged. "But they can't keep playing for us forever, I mean, we need some full time people."

"You'll get it," she smiled, grabbing hold on Joe's right arm as she floated by, her lengthy legs wrapping around his torso from behind, and pressing her cheek to his for a moment. "And no matter what, I'll always be your biggest fan," she whispered softly into his ear, it was then, Joe knew he was falling for her. Hard.

Brook stepped out of the shower and blushed at the sight unfolding before her, she waited for a moment as the steam exited the small bathroom before she finally gave a dry cough. "Choking Michelle?" she lifted an eyebrow at the couple as she swung her hair around in a messy bun.

"Um..." Michelle blushed while Nick grabbed the back of his neck, his ears turning a bright pink coloring.

"I'll be out in a sec, think you can grab your tongues that long?" Brook questioned as she quickly turned off her laptop and checked her iPhone for any missed calls or new text messages.

"Brook," Michelle frowned.

"No, it's ok, it's almost time for lock-down," Nick said, standing up with one last kiss. "I'll call you tonight, ok?"

Michelle giggled. "Hm, kay," she smiled, watching as Nick slipped passed Brookand out with one last wave. "Thanks!" Michelle snorted sarcastically.

"Welcome," Brook nodded with a flickering smile. "Besides, wasn't it time to come up for air?" she smirked as she grabbed a book from the pile resting at the bottom of the desk and plopped on her bed as Michelle shoved a CD into the CD player and grabbed the remote before she dramatically flopped onto her bed with a wistful sigh as Carrie Underwood filled the room.

"You're actually going to listen to this?" Brook asked in exasperation as Michelle began to hum along.

Michelle grinned before she belted out the lyrics. "Ehmygod," Brook groaned as Briana stepped through the door.

"Carrie Underwood?" Briana prompted, making a face. "Who started it?"

"Michelle!" Brook accused.

"No way! Nick started it!" Michelle exclaimed before slapping a hand over her mouth with a rising blush while Briana just shook her head with a faint smirk.

Thursday Morning. Always a joy since everyone who had Mrs. Walters, 4th period, had a 'surprise' pop quiz.

Brook flew threw it and lazily tapped her pen against the end of the table while Mrs. Walters strode over and picked it up, taking it back to her desk with a weary look at the grade A junior before she flipped through the pop quiz, glancing up every time a whisper was made, only to nod in approval.

The girl's gray gaze slid over to the far corner, up front on the right and she watched him with ever soft eyes as her guy-friend, per say, flipped a page on the quiz, biting his lip in concentration. His hazel eyes scanned the page before slipping far left, meeting Brook's unwavering gray eyes before he offered a small, crooked smile and a wink before turning back to his work, hunching over his desk once more, shifting once more before continuing.

Brook flushed before returning her gaze to the desk, crossing her legs with anticipation as she glanced at the clock, only fifteen minutes left until class ended. They had finally lessened the play practices to three days a week because it was only the beginning of October, they had time to spare. Out of the corner of her eyes, Brook would see Joe glance at her, taking a double take, before turning back to his work, and then starting it over a few minutes later. Nearly finishing his pop quiz five minutes before class ended even though he had been on the last page.

He rested his paper at the edge of his desk before proceeding to turn sideways and catch Brook's unwavering gray eyes, that were brightly outlined by her eyeliner, very subtle, but there. He smiled and watched as that simple gesture sent Brook glancing sideways, trying hard to avoid a rising blush. Joe had accomplished something since the first day of junior year. Becoming close friends with Brooklynn Davis was an accomplishment. Flirting with her was stirring jealousy. Kissing her was threatening to be hated. Holding her was the simple thing Joe enjoyed the most about the long legged, petite framed junior with dark chocolate brown hair and rare smoky gray eyes. Brook was surely something else.

No matter what she wore or where she was, Brook always seemed to look flawless to Joe. In a pair of sweatpants on the auditorium floor for play practice. Skinny jeans while riding bareback on her horse. A dress at a dance. Even in something three times her size while she was crying in the rain, mascara smudged and all. Brook was still gorgeous. Still completely and utterly gorgeous. Joe was constantly thinking about her, right before he went to sleep, sometimes in the middle of the night when he hears a creak in the wood flooring, hoping it's Brook trying to break in, and the first thing he thinks about when he gets up in the morning. She was that special.

Even without a song or a corny line, there was something about Joe that made Brook feeling better. He always had something to say that would make her smile or laugh, it felt good no matter what he said or did. Joe Jonas was pretty damn amazing.

After fourth period was fifth period, which ment some rundown old catty-shack for Physics class withsome guy in his mid-twenties that had no idea of how to run a class, nor with ten kids or less in each. It was the result of some jackass quitting last minute and the board of directors hiring someone they could within the time limit of classes that would resume in less than twenty four hours.

Brook shot out of her seat, her bag whacked her ass as she was the first one out of the room, leaning casually until Joe walked out, waiting for him. His tall frame illuminated his bemused and searching expression as she grasped his upper arm softly. "Hey," he smiled. "Ready for Physics?"

"Hi," Brook somehow managed a breathless expression as she let her hand drop. "Not really," she admitted with a broad smile that stretched well across her face, eyes twinkling and the small dimple on her left cheek was brought up on her high cheekbones, making Joe smile softly at her appearance. As he said, truly gorgeous and simply amazing.

After learning of the other song Hello Beautiful during Physics class while brainstorming, Brook had been humming the tune until late in the week. "You look fine, B," Joe sighed as Brook stepped out of his bathroom wearing a white strapless that could and can pass for a dress paired with her famous leather boots. "Are you ready?"

"For what?" Brook returned Joe's sigh with a hopeful expression, she had been called over by the brothers and they just told her that they were all going out together, nothing more, nothing less. "Why won't you tell me anything?"

"Trust me," Joe produced a soft, heartfelt smile as he cupped her face with his palms, he brushed her left cheek, grazing the dimple with his right thumb before nodding reassuringly as he led the girl out.

Almost an hour later, they were at a pizza parlor at the edge out town, it was nearly empty as they sat down at a booth. It had been less than five minutes when the door jingled and an older couple in their mid-forties walked inside with a bouncing seven year old before them. Brook's eyes narrowed, that little boy was the spitting image of Joe.

Brook turned to face Joe in confusion, but he simply smiled and stood up with the rest of his brothers, the little seven year old spotted them quickly and darted over, tossing himself at Joe with a high pitched squeal of delight. "JOEY!"

Good thing the parlor was basically empty for a nearby waitress smiled in amusement before returning to the cash register. "Hey tank," Joe grinned as the boy jumped off, quivering in excitement as he lunged for Nick and then seconds later, Kevin. Joe turned the older couple and grinned, somehow looking at least sixteen. He threw his arms around the curly haired woman that Brook realized as Mrs. Jonas, the features on all of the boys were identical. "Hi mom," he grinned.

"Hello Joseph," Mrs. Jonas smiled warmly, laughing at the sight of her teenage sons.

Brook hung back so she wouldn't ruin the family moment.

After greeting her sons, did she finally notice Brook. Her face simply glowed with warmth as her husband caught on. "Don't tell me you were going to leave me to guess who this beautiful young lady is?" she questioned, making Brook blush with ease. "Ah, Joseph, I hope you've been treating this one like we taught you."

"How'd you know shes with Joe?" Nick laughed aloud.

Mrs. Jonas made a clicking noise with her tongue as her eyes carefully scanned the lengthy girl. "Mom, this is Brook," Joe piped up with an amused smile, taking a step backwards, and resting his hand on her hip. "Brook, this is my mommy."

"It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Jonas," Brook smiled politely, ignoring the laughter and disapproving groan coming from Joe's brothers and father. "And you as well, Mr. Jonas," she added, taking his offered hand and shaking it.

"Oh, she's beautiful, Joseph," Mrs. Jonas smiled, grasping her hand slightly. "Is your mother Patricia Kaytee?" she questioned in sudden realization.

Brook froze and Joe tensed up, his grip tightened. "Was," Brook corrected with the gentlest ease she could. "Yes, she was."

Mrs. Jonas's face fell. "Oh, dear, I'm sorry," she offered a sympathetic smile. "You're the spitting image of her," she smiled wistfully. "I knew your mom from college," Mrs. Jonas added. "She was a wonderful lady."

"She was," Brook responded with a soft spoken expression, the now saddened moment was interrupted by Frankie, the cute little bonus Jonas, who was tugging at Brook's right hand.

Brook glanced down curiously and Frankie motioned for her to get lower until she was crouching. "You're pretty!" he whispered loudly.

Brook smiled before exchanging a quick glance with Joe before she answered. "And I think you're cuter than your brothers," she smiled, ruffling his head.

Frankie positively beamed at that comment, he glanced up at his father before repeating Brook's comment. "Didja hear that dad?" Frankie squealed. "Brook think's I'm cuter than my brothers! Including Joe!"

"I heard, Frankie," Mr. Jonas chucled in amusement.

"Would you like to order?"