Disclaimer: it's in the first chapter
Paring: Brucas
Rating: PG
Summary: Brooke is sick and no one knows
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Siren
BROOKE'S POV
After that interesting and revealing moment with Lucas back in class, I had just about decided that screw this, I was going home.
But before I could even reach the front doors I heard my name being called out
"Brooke... Hey Brooke where are you going?"
I reluctantly turn around and come face to face with Haley
"Oh, hey Haley"
"Yeah hi. But where are you going? We have P.E together this period!"
"Oh, right, well I was actually gonna bunk this period so..."
"No. You're not leaving because you're coming with me right now to the field because we have sport!!"
I let out a deep sigh of surrender, and at this she grabs my arm (the one that isn't bruised thank god) and practically drags me off down the hall towards the doors that lead out towards the field.
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As we approach the field I realise with a light chuckle that my arm is practically numb now as Haley is still hanging onto it in her death grip. I swear she must have been a crocodile in a past life.
So just as my fingers begin to shrivel up and drop dead, I say in my most polite voice "Hey Hales?"
She turns to look at me but keeps the death grip on my arm.
"Do ya think that perhaps I could borrow my arm anytime soon? I mean, it's not urgent or anything, I just thought that fingerless just isn't the look for me"
"What?"
I turn my attention to my arm and then raise my eyes back to look at her; she's looking at my arm in horror
"Ohmygosh I am sooooo sorry! I didn't realise, ohmygosh are you okay? I didn't hurt you? Ohmygosh I'm sooooooooooooooo sorry!" she gushed.
"That's okay" I said with a little laugh, "But um... The arm?" I remind her, and she looked horror stricken once more as she realised that she still hadn't released me.
She quickly let go of my arm, and I could see that she was just about to start another series of apologising, so I quickly headed her off
"Haley, its okay honestly. I'm fine"
She still looks apologetic, but I can see that she's not quite as lethally sorry as she was minutes before hand.
Just then we hear "Davis, James, get over here immediately, you're already late as it is."
We look off into the direction that the manly yell came from, and find ourselves looking at a woman. Well, I think it's a woman, she's kind of... Masculine to say the least.
"Well what are you waiting for? The grass to grow? Get a move over here NOW girls'
We didn't need another yell, so we took off in the direction of the he/she.
When we got closer we realised that everyone else was already in their gym attire. That is everyone including Lucas.
So what did we do? Well firstly we got yelled at to get our "asses" over to the changing rooms to get changed. And if we weren't out in five minutes, she'd come in herself to get us out. So as you've probably guessed, we got changed in record timing.
When we emerged from the changing rooms I saw that I was being stared at. And I have to say that I wasn't really that surprised, considering that my old gym clothing consisted of an incredibly cut tank top, and a pair of horrendously short shorts.
And what was I wearing now? Well, that would be track pants to hide my stick legs after being on a hospitalised all summer. And also a long sleeved t-shirt to cover all my bruising and the remarkably long scar.
So yeah of course everyone was looking at me like I was possessed, I mean, to them it really did look like I had a repulsive gooey rash to cover. (Which I have to add that I DON'T!)
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At the end of the class the teacher pulled us all aside to talk to her about this terms classes.
"Okay team, that was a good lesson, but we're not going to be playing 'sociable' volleyball all term. We are going to be doing swimming, so from now on we will be in the Pool. Remember that. Girls, if you have your period this is not a valid excuse. Get that stuck firmly into your thick heads. As far as uniforms goes, girls you may wear bathing suits or bikinis, rash tops and board shorts are not permitted. Boys, you can wear Speedos or shorts. So see you all next class." And with this she walked off towards the school.
Haley turned to look at me and I knew that she was thinking exactly the same thing that I was. What exactly was I going to do? I mean, considering that I have a hugely large scar running from the middle of my chest towards my belly button. And not to mention all the bruising, though that's all beginning to fade. But seriously, I mean, you heard the he/she: NO RASH TOPS. So yeah, pretty muck Haley and I both knew that I would be screwed.
"What are you going to do?" she asked me concerned
"I have no idea. I guess I'll try to get a note first to excuse me until the scar heals over more. But if that won't work then I'm completely and utterly clueless. I guess I'll just have to do the damn swimming." I replied a bit tearfully.
She gave me a sympathetic look, and then as the tears began to roll she reached into her bag and pulled out a tissue which she gave to me.
"Here" she said gently; "keep this"
I muttered a sad thank you.
Just before she turned to go off into the changing rooms, she said quickly "oh and Brooke, you may want to adjust your top a little bit. Your bruising is showing a little bit."
I looked down and sure enough my top had ridden up a few inches to reveal a yellowish bruise. I quickly tugged it down and with yet another muttered thanks, I followed her into the changing rooms to get changed back into my school gear for class
Neither of us noticed that the whole scene had been observed by a certain hot blonde at the other end of the changing rooms.
It's a tragedy in waiting
And there's something on my mind
It's hard enough for me to carry on
Well it's a tragedy in waiting
And there's something on my mind
It's hard enough for me to carry on
Well call me pleasure if you like
But believe me when I say
I will learn to change it all
It's not like I'm asking for the sky to open up
I don't believe that's possible just yet
Well it's a tragedy in waiting
And there's something on my mind
It's hard enough for me to carry on
Have you ever left your suitcase?
Open long after you land
Cause you're scared to find a way
To love them close
A destiny may wait and there's present in hand
But they forgot to tell me how to end this show
Could it be that I'm the one
Who holds my hand behind my back?
Well I know that this is possible by now
But destiny may take me so far from where I am
But it's hard enough for me to hold it down
You want me so badly to give right into you
But I'm afraid that cannot be the case today
You dream of land and marriage, just me and you
Oh my mind won't you leave me be
Won't you just leave me for me
Love is the only way out of this
It's the only way i can get back into it
Be an afternoon or more
Beyond the breaking of the day
There is always something waiting there for me
I've asked again and then again
Just to glimpse into my day
But someone's trying to make it hard on me
Could it be that I'm the one
Who tied my hand behind my back
Well I know that this is possible right now
It's a tragedy in waiting
When there's something plagueing the mind
And it's hard enough for love to hold me down
Well, I don't believe it
Well, I can't believe it
Well, I don't believe it
I'll never believe it
No, so I'm gone
You want me so badly to give right into you
Well I'm afraid that cannot be the case today
So you dream of land and marriage, just me and you
Oh my mind won't you just leave me be
Won't you just leave me for me
For me , for me , for me
END OF CHAPTER
AN: hey guys. I hope that that chapter meets all of your satisfaction! Personally I rather liked it. But yeah. Please all review this! I appreciate them sooooo much! Im sorry that this chapter took a little longer than the other chapters to get posted!!! The next chapter will be up soo. Its depends how many reviews i get (hint hint lol)
I'd also just like to add that I'm not an American, I'm a New Zealander, and so I have no real idea what the schools and classes are like over there. I just set it out like it happens at my school.
Anyway, that song was called "tragedy in waiting" by O.A.R.
So yeah, bye for now! - Mischa