Chapter 2: Who The Hell Are You?
Mike had promised to meet me at the race at 11:30 at night, just half an hour before the race would start.
I pulled up in front of a silver Mazda in an alleyway, and stepped out of the car. I had thought he wouldn't have probably recognized at first when I had stopped next to him, but I just had to wait and see.
I walked over to the driver's side of the car and Mike looked at me from his window, he suddenly had a sexy grin on his face as soon as he saw me. He got out of his car and looked me up and down,
"What's a beautiful thing like you doing in a place like this?"
At the thought of my brother hitting on me, I felt disturbed and scrunched my nose,
"Sorry Mike, but I'm not into incest..." I teased
He looked confused for a moment, but then his jaw dropped.
"Brooke?" he asked
I nodded and he continued speaking,
"No way! You gotta be shittin me!" he paused, "Dang. I knew you looked a bit like my sister."
He looked at me again and had noticed my 'little change' I had talked about. To him it had looked like a lot more of a change than a little one. I had lost a little bit more weight, like two sizes down, my hair was wavy and dyed blonde, I had a darker tan, pierced my earlobes and on the top of my ear, changed my clothes and had dressed up in a tight leather brown skirt and a white strap top that had hung tightly on my skin and showed a bit of cleavage, and that the bottom of the shirt had ended just above my belly button. And not to mention, I had spent a lot of money on breast implants, not a large size but just a little bit bigger than a normal size.
"You paid for those?" he pointed to my chest
I covered the are was he was pointing to and looked a bit uncomfortable, Mike laughed at my reaction.
"Well. I sort of borrowed some money..."
"Dad?" he guessed
"How did you know?"
"He said you borrowed some money from him for a computer. And I knew something weird was going on, 'cause you've never used a computer in your life."
"Oh." I smiled
"Is that yours?"
He pointed to my car and waited for my response,
"No. I stole it from the circus." I said sarcastically
"Cool."
He walked over to the car and he hand slip over the side and the hood of the car,
"You raced it yet?"
"I haven't raced a car before..."
"Oh right." he paused and his hand ran through his short spiked hair, "Well. You should race it sometime. See if you're good at it or not."
I shrugged my shoulders, I didn't really care if I raced my car or not, but I thought I might as well give it a try.
"We should get going..." he spoke
"Ok."
I walked back to my car and was about to get inside when Mike had stopped me,
"Brooke?"
I turned my head to him,
"Do you have a jacket?"
"Yeah. Why you ask?"
"Put it on. I don't want any men staring at you."
He sounded just like Dad, so overprotective. And I thought about how he used to pretend he didn't know me when he was around his friends... I wasn't going to let him take control of me.
"Oh, so now you care." I said a bit angry
"It's just that when you get there, I know your going to get more attention from the guys then the other women."
I crossed my arms and stared at him intently,
"And what's so bad about that?"
"It's just that I don't want grown men groping at my little sister. I worry about you."
My anger was beginning to slowly fade,
"I'll be fine."
When he walked back to his care he had caught my attention back,
"Brooke?"
"Yeah?"
"I just wanted to say sorry, for being such an asshole in the past. I didn't know what the hell I was doing."
A smile grew across my face,
"Apology accepted."
Mike had promised to meet me at the race at 11:30 at night, just half an hour before the race would start.
I pulled up in front of a silver Mazda in an alleyway, and stepped out of the car. I had thought he wouldn't have probably recognized at first when I had stopped next to him, but I just had to wait and see.
I walked over to the driver's side of the car and Mike looked at me from his window, he suddenly had a sexy grin on his face as soon as he saw me. He got out of his car and looked me up and down,
"What's a beautiful thing like you doing in a place like this?"
At the thought of my brother hitting on me, I felt disturbed and scrunched my nose,
"Sorry Mike, but I'm not into incest..." I teased
He looked confused for a moment, but then his jaw dropped.
"Brooke?" he asked
I nodded and he continued speaking,
"No way! You gotta be shittin me!" he paused, "Dang. I knew you looked a bit like my sister."
He looked at me again and had noticed my 'little change' I had talked about. To him it had looked like a lot more of a change than a little one. I had lost a little bit more weight, like two sizes down, my hair was wavy and dyed blonde, I had a darker tan, pierced my earlobes and on the top of my ear, changed my clothes and had dressed up in a tight leather brown skirt and a white strap top that had hung tightly on my skin and showed a bit of cleavage, and that the bottom of the shirt had ended just above my belly button. And not to mention, I had spent a lot of money on breast implants, not a large size but just a little bit bigger than a normal size.
"You paid for those?" he pointed to my chest
I covered the are was he was pointing to and looked a bit uncomfortable, Mike laughed at my reaction.
"Well. I sort of borrowed some money..."
"Dad?" he guessed
"How did you know?"
"He said you borrowed some money from him for a computer. And I knew something weird was going on, 'cause you've never used a computer in your life."
"Oh." I smiled
"Is that yours?"
He pointed to my car and waited for my response,
"No. I stole it from the circus." I said sarcastically
"Cool."
He walked over to the car and he hand slip over the side and the hood of the car,
"You raced it yet?"
"I haven't raced a car before..."
"Oh right." he paused and his hand ran through his short spiked hair, "Well. You should race it sometime. See if you're good at it or not."
I shrugged my shoulders, I didn't really care if I raced my car or not, but I thought I might as well give it a try.
"We should get going..." he spoke
"Ok."
I walked back to my car and was about to get inside when Mike had stopped me,
"Brooke?"
I turned my head to him,
"Do you have a jacket?"
"Yeah. Why you ask?"
"Put it on. I don't want any men staring at you."
He sounded just like Dad, so overprotective. And I thought about how he used to pretend he didn't know me when he was around his friends... I wasn't going to let him take control of me.
"Oh, so now you care." I said a bit angry
"It's just that when you get there, I know your going to get more attention from the guys then the other women."
I crossed my arms and stared at him intently,
"And what's so bad about that?"
"It's just that I don't want grown men groping at my little sister. I worry about you."
My anger was beginning to slowly fade,
"I'll be fine."
When he walked back to his care he had caught my attention back,
"Brooke?"
"Yeah?"
"I just wanted to say sorry, for being such an asshole in the past. I didn't know what the hell I was doing."
A smile grew across my face,
"Apology accepted."