The Game.
Chapter 1
Chapter Two.
Brookes POV
My alarm went off, and i turned over and groaned. Another day as a Junior. Another day with a fake smile. I sat up and rubbed my brown eyes till i could see properly again. I sighed groggily, and got out of bed. I rooted through my closet for something to wear, deciding on a pair of ripped up jean shorts and a white and pink Hollister t-shirt. I slipped on a pair of multi-colored vans, and turned on my hair straightener. I started on my make-up, staying natural with a bit of pale pink lip-gloss and a little bit of mascara to accent my eyes. I straightened out my hair, grabbed my Roxy bag, and headed downstairs.
My brother, Trace, a Freshman, was sitting at the table eating toast. I ruffled his hair before grabbing a cup of orange juice.
'Ready to leave in 5?' I asked. He nodded. We aren't your typical brother and sister, meaning we get along good. I give him a lift to school every morning, saving him from the horror that is the bus. Since it's his first year in High School, I introduced him to some really cool people, and even got him to try out for the football team, which he made. Me being a cheerleader and doing lots of activities, i know most of the people at my school.
'Ok, I'm ready.' Trace said, wiping the crumbs off his mouth and slinging his blue bag over his shoulder.
'Right, just let me get my keys and we're ready.' I grabbed my car keys off the counter and went outside to where my small BMW sat. It was a gift from my Godfather. We aren't that rich. I hopped in the front seat, and Trace got in the back, knowing that the passenger seat was reserved for my friend Chelsea.
I drove down two blocks, turned a corner and drove another block before i parked outside Chelsea's house. I honked the horn twice, and out came the tall, blonde, bubbly captain of the Lacrosse team that was my best friend.
'Hey Brookie!' She called, hopping over the top of the car (convertible) and into her usual seat beside me.
'Hey Chels, hows it hanging?'
'It's hanging good girl!' And we both laughed. She turned around to face Trace. 'Hey little dude, what's up?!' Trace blushed a bit and shrugged his shoulders.
'Hiya Chelsea.' See, Trace has a bit of a 'thing' for Chelsea, that is blatantly obvious to everyone except Chelsea. I told her though, and she thinks it's cute. She still treats him the same, and i appreciate that.
I pulled into school and got out of the car.
'See you later, Trace.' I called, slinging my bag over my shoulders and walking towards the usual friends with Chelsea.
'Hey guys!' I greeted Marcy, Natasha, Jenna, Kristen, Lucy, Trevor, Nate , Ryan and Austin. Whew. They are all my friends from Cheerleading and Football. I have more, of course, but these guys are the ones i normally stick around with.
'What's shaking homie?!' Nate asked, coming over and knocking knuckles with me.
'Hey Nate.' I said laughing. ' 'Sup dawg?'
He winked at me and i laughed again.
'Don't look now but a hottie with a body is totallyyy checking you out right now.' Jenna said, leaning over to whisper in my ear. I whipped around to my left and saw Dylan Martin, the school player, looking over at me. I rolled my eyes.
'It's only Dylan.' I said, turning back to my friends. Dylan has a history in West High School. He can get any girl he wants, and he knows it. Everyone is too lost in his amazing looks to realize it. But i do, of course. I looked back again and he smiled at me softly. I just looked at him for minute, before turning back to my friends.