Chapter 7: Alone and Imperfect
Brooke's POV
Ok so my fam got 2 new kids. They seem cool. We had so much fun last night, driving around the town. But I don't get their jokes.
Anyways, I brought them to school today. I am gonna make sure they make the A list. Lucas will be sure to, but I donno about Haley. She seems... what's the word for it? Goth I guess... She's not like a normal girl. She listens to rock that would make Peyton cry. But she's got the face and figure. And that's what counts.
I'm hoping she'll join us cheerers. We SO need another recruit. Ever since Theresa got that big blemish prob, I've been worried about the team. Small things like that must never be ignored.
So when we reached school, we made an entrance. An entrance with people gawking and listening. It was great. But then it was ruined by some 2 guys. I would've bitched off, but then I saw their faces. DAMN are they the finest hottest guys I have seen. They are definitely not bred in Tree Hill.
I lost the 2 new sibs sometime, but that didn't bother me. I have new meat to sizzle. I'm going for the blue eyed one, but the other will do the job too.
I grabbed Peyton's arm and dragged her over to them.
"Hey boys, are yall new?" I asked with my cheer spirit. It's gotten every guy in bed so far. So it works like a charm.
"Yeah, could you direct us to the student admission office?" asked the one with hazel eyes.
"Will do Handsome. Just one request."
"What's that?"
"What's your name? Or shall I call you lover boy?"
"I'm Tim and this is Nathan."
I looked over at Nathan. He looked back at me. I don't think he likes me very much. He rolled his eyes and grabbed Tim, then left.
Rude asshole.
I turned back to Peyton, who was eyeing Jake.
"Make your move girl or I will," I urged.
"Fine, just watch me," Peyton said. I smiled as she approached him.
Ok, so I'm all alone. I hate being alone. It's like I'm always alone. My parents always go on "business trips". Yeah, like I don't know that they just want to abandon me. I don't think they want me. My mom just wants me to look good. She always tells me how fat I am, how big my "unibrow" is, how oily my skin is, how gross my hair is, and the list goes on...
It's like I can never reach perfection. She just acts like she is the beauty queen of the world, like she's that greek lady.... What's her name? damn, we learned about this war started by this beautiful woman.... Damn, what's her name? well, whatever, you get the point.
So me being an ugly fat child is quite a lot to make a mother hate home. She just puts up an act that she's the most wholesome person here.
My family adopted Peyton when I was 11. I guess my parents wanted to compensate for their bad parenting skills. So, they "bought" Peyton. That's the exact word they used: bought.
I hate how they ignore her. She is my best friend, my sister, my... only dependable person. Without her, I would've done something really stupid.
She stopped me from committing suicide. She was the one who held me as I sobbed, screamed, and cried.
No one knows about that. It's too hard to tell people. I can only talk to Peyton about stuff.
I just be cheery to help me live. I guess if I act happy, I'll become happy. O don't get me wrong, I love cheerleading, parties, random sex, booze, and guys. I'm still me, the perk of school, but I'm imperfect.
If people knew the real me, then they would never come 100 feet near me. The only person I have is Peyton.
I watched her talk to Jake happily. I sheepishly walked into the school and towards my locker.
I saw some guys looking at me and took this opportunity to make them look stupid.
"Hey boys, if you didn't drool like a dog with rabies, then I might have given you a second glance."
They turned their heads away. I smiled and sauntered over to my locker. God, stupid books. It's not like we need them. I mean who reads these things? Um... not me, and that's what matters.
I bumped into someone and almost fell over. Only that someone had caught me. His hand held my back and sent electricity through my blood. Wow, this is better than an orgasm...
I finally noticed who was touching me. And it seemed he noticed who he was touching. He jumped back and returned to being a brood with that look of disgust on his face.
"Sorry there," he said gruffly.
"No problem Lucas. So what's your first class?" I asked politely even though I was churning with steam.
I mean, how dare he ignore me like that? Dickhead. Shitface. Arggggg.
"Math with Mr. Flittick."
"Same."
Just then I saw Haley walk by and blow him a kiss and winked at him. She said "so you remember the deal? I'm impressed." Then she walked off and left me confused.
Once she left, his attitude did a whole 180. I donno what that's about. Maybe an inside joke...
Whatever.
The whole time, I noticed Lucas staring at me. Not just at my chest or my ass, but at me. He even seemed embarrassed when I caught him. But then he would stare again.
I turned away scared. It was like he was looking at my soul. He couldn't find out about the real me. He couldn't. If he did, then he would leave me. I can't take that risk. I can't so I won't.
Brooke's POV
Ok so my fam got 2 new kids. They seem cool. We had so much fun last night, driving around the town. But I don't get their jokes.
Anyways, I brought them to school today. I am gonna make sure they make the A list. Lucas will be sure to, but I donno about Haley. She seems... what's the word for it? Goth I guess... She's not like a normal girl. She listens to rock that would make Peyton cry. But she's got the face and figure. And that's what counts.
I'm hoping she'll join us cheerers. We SO need another recruit. Ever since Theresa got that big blemish prob, I've been worried about the team. Small things like that must never be ignored.
So when we reached school, we made an entrance. An entrance with people gawking and listening. It was great. But then it was ruined by some 2 guys. I would've bitched off, but then I saw their faces. DAMN are they the finest hottest guys I have seen. They are definitely not bred in Tree Hill.
I lost the 2 new sibs sometime, but that didn't bother me. I have new meat to sizzle. I'm going for the blue eyed one, but the other will do the job too.
I grabbed Peyton's arm and dragged her over to them.
"Hey boys, are yall new?" I asked with my cheer spirit. It's gotten every guy in bed so far. So it works like a charm.
"Yeah, could you direct us to the student admission office?" asked the one with hazel eyes.
"Will do Handsome. Just one request."
"What's that?"
"What's your name? Or shall I call you lover boy?"
"I'm Tim and this is Nathan."
I looked over at Nathan. He looked back at me. I don't think he likes me very much. He rolled his eyes and grabbed Tim, then left.
Rude asshole.
I turned back to Peyton, who was eyeing Jake.
"Make your move girl or I will," I urged.
"Fine, just watch me," Peyton said. I smiled as she approached him.
Ok, so I'm all alone. I hate being alone. It's like I'm always alone. My parents always go on "business trips". Yeah, like I don't know that they just want to abandon me. I don't think they want me. My mom just wants me to look good. She always tells me how fat I am, how big my "unibrow" is, how oily my skin is, how gross my hair is, and the list goes on...
It's like I can never reach perfection. She just acts like she is the beauty queen of the world, like she's that greek lady.... What's her name? damn, we learned about this war started by this beautiful woman.... Damn, what's her name? well, whatever, you get the point.
So me being an ugly fat child is quite a lot to make a mother hate home. She just puts up an act that she's the most wholesome person here.
My family adopted Peyton when I was 11. I guess my parents wanted to compensate for their bad parenting skills. So, they "bought" Peyton. That's the exact word they used: bought.
I hate how they ignore her. She is my best friend, my sister, my... only dependable person. Without her, I would've done something really stupid.
She stopped me from committing suicide. She was the one who held me as I sobbed, screamed, and cried.
No one knows about that. It's too hard to tell people. I can only talk to Peyton about stuff.
I just be cheery to help me live. I guess if I act happy, I'll become happy. O don't get me wrong, I love cheerleading, parties, random sex, booze, and guys. I'm still me, the perk of school, but I'm imperfect.
If people knew the real me, then they would never come 100 feet near me. The only person I have is Peyton.
I watched her talk to Jake happily. I sheepishly walked into the school and towards my locker.
I saw some guys looking at me and took this opportunity to make them look stupid.
"Hey boys, if you didn't drool like a dog with rabies, then I might have given you a second glance."
They turned their heads away. I smiled and sauntered over to my locker. God, stupid books. It's not like we need them. I mean who reads these things? Um... not me, and that's what matters.
I bumped into someone and almost fell over. Only that someone had caught me. His hand held my back and sent electricity through my blood. Wow, this is better than an orgasm...
I finally noticed who was touching me. And it seemed he noticed who he was touching. He jumped back and returned to being a brood with that look of disgust on his face.
"Sorry there," he said gruffly.
"No problem Lucas. So what's your first class?" I asked politely even though I was churning with steam.
I mean, how dare he ignore me like that? Dickhead. Shitface. Arggggg.
"Math with Mr. Flittick."
"Same."
Just then I saw Haley walk by and blow him a kiss and winked at him. She said "so you remember the deal? I'm impressed." Then she walked off and left me confused.
Once she left, his attitude did a whole 180. I donno what that's about. Maybe an inside joke...
Whatever.
The whole time, I noticed Lucas staring at me. Not just at my chest or my ass, but at me. He even seemed embarrassed when I caught him. But then he would stare again.
I turned away scared. It was like he was looking at my soul. He couldn't find out about the real me. He couldn't. If he did, then he would leave me. I can't take that risk. I can't so I won't.