Rapture

Brooke Danvers is a wealthy girl who has always cared too much about what people thought of her until Jed Foster, the deprived boy no one has ever wanted to befriend, asks her out on a date. Brooke and Jed begin there relationship suddenly and they find out things about each other that takes them both my surprise.

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1. Chapter One-

 
 

 

“He wakes up every morning, Thinking about today. Walking in a dreary shadow, anticipating every move he makes. He's an angel with no halo. He's an angel with no wings. He's an angel that soars above everything. "                                                                                                                    

 

“This is horrible!” I rolled my eyes at my friend Samantha.

“I know right!” Sam said in her annoyingly high voice.

“Hey babe, you want to get out of here?” Sam’s boyfriend, Conner, asked. Sam looked at me and I gave her the signal to go, telling her I’d be fine here alone. She mouthed a thank you to me and then disappeared through the crowd of dancing bodies. The lead singer, Jed, was staring at me and I tried hard not to stare back. He was the creepy boy everyone avoided at school; he was a senior just like me. I had gone to school with him since the third grade and he had always been creepy weird boy no one ever befriended. No one had any idea who all of the boys and the one girl in the band were. But I do have to admit that Jed was cute, in a weird shabby kind of way. I would never tell anyone, ever, about my secret little crush. The music stopped and the band got off the stage, moving to a booth right next to where I stood, again Jed stared at me. I walked up to the table.

 

"Do you mind not staring at me?" I raised my perfectly waxed eyebrows.

 

"What am I not rich enough to look at you? I'm just curious as to why it is the richest girl in Santa Barbra is here." He smirked.

 

"Is it any of your business?" I looked at his group. They were all just as shabby as him, except for the girl. Her short pixie cut hair was jet black and styled very similar to Ashlee Greene's hair in Twilight. She had bright green eyes and cute features. Her nose was small and button like. Her cheek bones were high and her lips were plump. Her eyebrows were thin and almost as perfect as mine. She wore a red lace dress that ended five inches above her knees. She had a great body. Thin waist, large breast; her butt was a bit small but she was pretty enough that guys wouldn’t mind. She wore a lot of eye makeup which included black eyeliner which she had applied all around her exotic looking eyes. Her mascara looked incredible, like it always looked in the commercials and she had done a smoky eye with a black and grey eye shadow.

 

“Mmm, who’s this?” The girl asked, looking me over.

 

“I’m Brooke.” I smiled.

 

“Jenna.” She offered a flirtatious smile. I wasn’t lesbian but I wouldn’t mind some girl on girl action with her.

 

“Oh please Jenna, she’s not lesbian. Even if she were, she doesn’t date the poor.” Jed said.

 

“Just because I’m rich doesn’t mean I wouldn’t date someone with less money than me.” I spat back.

 

“Then go out with me tomorrow night.” He said. I just looked at him.

 

“That’s what I thought.” He looked smug.

 

“I’ll text you my address.” I said, telling myself that it was only just to prove a point even though I knew it was because I had always had a huge secret crush on him.

 

“No phone.” He said.

 

“Fine, I’ll write down my address. Be there at eight.” I took a pen out of my purse, grabbed his hand, and wrote my address down on his hand. I walked away and straight out of the club.

 

     It was the beginning of summer and I had two more weeks of high school and then off to UC Santa Barbra I would go. I would be staying in a dorm with a roommate, which, to be honest I didn’t mind, my parents thought it would be good for me. See while we were rich and could have almost anything we tried to live like normal people, it was the reason I go to public school and would be sharing a dorm. Although I got anything I wanted and my college would be paid for I still had to be around all the poor people so unlike me. I would be getting my teaching credential. I loved children and I’ve wanted nothing more than to be a kindergarten teacher since I was ten years old.

 

“Come on, you have to come. It’s going to be so much fun!” Natalie, my best friend, begged me to come to her new flings party. I had my date though and I told her so.

 

“I still can’t believe you said yes, he’s so creepy. Anyways, I figure you’re so called date will be over within a half an hour, maybe an hour and then you’ll have time to go home and change into something sexy and then we’ll party away the whole date.” She said as we sun tanned by my pool.

 

“What’s this guy having a party on a Sunday anyway?" I rolled my eyes and got up to dive into the pool. It was too hot to sun tan right now; I was already starting to get the glow that I loved so much. Natalie was extremely white and needed the sun. I always kept an olive complexion. My dad was Native American and my mom was French so I ended up with a mix between the twos skin color. My hair was identical to my mom’s long, wavy, and golden blonde hair. My hair ended just above the small of my back. I also, thankfully, got my mom’s body. She was thin, but curvy. Like her, I had a nice butt and great boobs. I had a lot of my father features though, like my green eyes and defined cheek bones. I got his height. He was 6’3 and my mother was 5’3. I had turned out to be around 5’7. Both of my parents were good looking and looked a lot younger than they were. Most people thought they had gotten surgery but really they just took care of themselves.

 

“I have to go pick up Getzy.” Getzy was her daughter.

“See you tonight.” I got out of the pool and dried myself off. I went upstairs to take a shower and then decided to go shopping to pass some time. Before I knew it, it was six O’clock and I was getting ready. Unintentionally I had taken extra time to make myself look especially good, when I looked at myself in the mirror at 7:55 I realized I looked better than I had ever looked for a date and felt a small amount of shame for being so excited about this date that wasn’t even a date. I was wearing a long white dress with gold jewels that cluttered on the cloth that tied at my neck to keep the dress up. It was one of my favorite dresses. I added a pair of black and gold sandals. My hair was curled slightly and I had done my make up to perfection. I decided to keep my hair down, so it was flowing down my back.  A loud car sputtered up the drive way, a door open and closed. I looked through the living room window to see Jed walking up to the front door. I admired him as he walked towards the door. He was wearing dark jeans, converse, a plain white t shirt and a worn black leather jacket. His dark hair hung down to his shoulders but he had it tied back. Usually I found his long hair repulsing but surprisingly I found it sexy. The doorbell went off and I waited an appropriate amount of time before walking to the door and opening it. He looked me over, wordlessly. I was trying to decide if it was a good or bad thing.

 

"You look beautiful, as always of course." he said half sarcastically.

 

"You look half way decent, for once." my walls went up.

 

"Well, thanks I guess." He gave me a crooked smile and butterflies fluttered through my stomach. I tried to ignore them as he looped arms with me after I had gotten my purse and locked the house.

 

“But really, you look nice.” He said, seriously.

 

“I’m sticking to my original answer.” I kept my eyes forward, not risking to look at him.

 

“Of course you are. So, I was thinking the beach… and tacos.” He said.

 

“Oh! There’s a good taco truck right by the beach, they don’t close until like 2 in the morning.” It had been my dirty little secret. All of my friends refused to eat things like that; they liked their lamb, foie gras and caviar.

 

“I’m in shock; Brooke Danvers knows where a taco truck is.” He chuckled before opening the passenger door to his old beat up Toyota, for me. I got into the car and then we left. We went to the taco truck and then we went down to the beach. I took of my sandals and walked barefooted along the shore after we had finished eating.

 

“Let’s play a game.” Jed said as we walked.

 

“I don’t play games.” I said coolly.

 

“Humor me.” He said.

 

“Fine; how do you play this game?” I asked. A cold breeze hit me, causing me to shiver. Jed shrugged off his jacket and handed it to me. I put it on and thanked him.

 

“You have to tell me something about you that no one knows.” He said.

 

“You go first.” I pulled his jacket around my thin frame.

 

“I’m adopted.” He said.

 

“I secretly like your band’s music.” I confessed.

 

“Now that is shocking.” He laughed.

 

“Yeah, but if you tell anyone I just said that I will deny it.” I laughed and it felt natural, unlike the times with my so-called-friends.

 

“Your secret is safe with me.”

 

“Your turn.”

 

“Ok, um I’m smart, I’m a straight A student.” He pressed his lips together.

 

“I hate being rich.” I blurted.

 

“Now I know your lying.” He stopped walking.

 

“No, I hate it. I can’t stand it. Do you know how much pressure there is with society when you’re wealthy?” I hadn’t ever told anyone that, well with the exception of my grandpa. He had passed away a year ago and I hadn’t been the same since. I was colder now, more fraudulent.

 

“You know you’ve made my life a living hell since I was nine years old and yet I still think you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met. Even when we were little I thought you were gorgeous. All I’ve ever wanted was a chance with you.” Jed sat down as after saying this.

 

“I hate who I am. I’ve gotten worse since my grandpa died and I wish I weren’t the way I am. I don’t want to be mean and to be honest I’ve always had a crush on you.” I sat next to him.

 

“Yeah right; you’re Brooke Danvers. A guy like me doesn’t stand a chance with you.”

 

“I don’t want to be Brooke Danvers and I don’t want to be rich. I want to be a kindergarten teacher and I want to live in an apartment I can barely afford because all I’ve ever been is Brooke Danvers the rich girl and I don’t even know who I am because that’s all I’ve ever been.” I whispered.

 

“Why did you agree to go out with me tonight?” He asked.

 

“It won’t come out right if I try to say it so I’ll just show you.”  I leaned over and pressed my lips against his. He pulled me closer and then he was lying down and my body was pressed up against him as our lips moved in sync with each other.

"Slow down." he whispered. I pulled away and sat up next to him. I fixed my dress as he sat up.

"No one has ever told me to slow down. Do you not want me?" I was embarrassed.

"No I just don't want you to regret anything tomorrow. You shared some pretty personal stuff with me and your feeling vulnerable and I won’t take advantage of you and I won't disrespect you by having sex with you in a public place." he whispered.

"Do you want to come over to my house? We can just watch a movie or something. I promise not to throw myself at you again." I looked into his pale blue eyes.

"I'd like that." He smiled. He got up and offered a hand to help me stand. We walked back to his car in silence and the ride to my house was quiet as well.

"Do you want something to drink?" I asked when we walked into my house.

"Waters fine, thank you." he looked around my large house.

"Would you like a tour?" I asked.

"Sure." he smiled which caused butterflies to erupt in my stomach. "well this is the living room, which we never use, and this room" I walked down the hall into the huge kitchen "is this kitchen." I grabbed to Fiji waters out of the large stainless steel refrigerator. I walked out the French doors to show him the back yard which has a grass area to the left and to the right was a gazebo and a rose garden. There was a cherry tree that was on the grass area and then in the middle there was our swimming pool and hot tub. When you walked back inside if you turned to the right there were another set of French door that led to the dining room. There was a small walk way that led back out to the hall and in the hall, next to the stairs was a guest bed room with a bathroom across from it. I led Jed up the stairs and showed him the two guest rooms, my parents room, my bathroom which was connected to my room.

"Your house is huge. It’s nice, but huge." he laughed.

"Yeah, it's pretty big, it's gets lonely." I walked across my enormous bedroom to the shelf bellow my flat screen TV that held all of the DVDs and VHS's I owned.

"Take your pick. I'm going to go change into something more comfortable." I looked through my draws for one of my less lingerie-looking pajamas. I settled on my baby pink silk pajama set. It had pants and a long sleeved button-up top but it clung to me. It looked good on me and I knew it. I went to my bathroom and put it on quickly, I wasn't wearing underwear because my pantie line showed but I kept my bra on. When I walked back out Jed was still looking through my collection of movies. They were mostly old movies from the 40's and 50's.

"Which is your favorite?" he asked.

"Monkey Business." I said automatically. I had every Marilyn Monroe movie there was.

"I don't watch TV or go the movies ever but when I was younger my foster mom used to take me to the drive-ins and we'd watch the Marilyn Monroe movies, her favorite was the seven year itch. That was before she got sick." he put the movie, monkey business, in the VHS player. He looked over at me and his eyes lingered. I got on my bed and patted the place next to me. He sat next to me.

"Relax a bit. I'm not going to jump your bones." I laughed as I propped my pillows behind my back.

"You can take your shoes off." I noticed his feet hung off of the bed.

"Sorry." he mumbled.

"Don't apologize. I'm the one who should be apologizing. I've been horrible to you and I'm sorry." I whispered.

"It's ok-"

"No it's not. By the way when I said you looked half decent I meant you looked insanely hot but I was being too snobby to say it out loud." I placed my hand on his hand.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked.

"Please do." I said breathlessly. He leaned forward and kissed me gently. We ended up just kissing for half of the movie and we must have fallen asleep because the next morning I woke up next to him. I smiled at his sleeping face. His hair was in his face and he had a slight smile on his face.

"Wake up." I shook him softly.

"I fell asleep. I'm sorry." he groaned.

"Don't apologize." I smiled and sat up.

"That was fun." he sat up.

"It was. Well I'm going to get ready for school." I got up and started to my shower. When I got out Aidan was sitting on my bed.

"My car won't start." he looked embarrassed.

"Let me blow dry my hair really quick, I'll give you a ride." I was already dressed in my cream colored dress that clung to my body and was extremely short, I put a sheer cardigan that ended mid-calf on and did my hair really quick. I put on my black sandals and grabbed purse and keys. I led him to the garage where my black convertible mustang was parked. We had a huge two car garage. My dad kept his truck outside. Jed got in the passenger seat.

"I'm really sorry." he said for the fifth time.

"Don't apologize. Its happens to everyone. Now I need directions." I punched the directions in the GPS and turned on the radio, switching to my mixed cd. It had everything from Sublime to Mariah Carey. When we reached his house I asked him how long he would need to get ready.

"Twenty minutes." he said.

"Ok, I'm going to go get coffee then. Any preferences?" I still needed to do my makeup but all I ever wore was eyeliner and mascara and occasionally a natural eye shadow.

"You don't have to-"

"But I want to so tell me how you take your coffee or I will get you my iced chai tea latte.” I said.

“Iced, two sugars, no cream.” He said before disappearing into his house.  I drove to the nearest Starbucks, which was actually down the street, got our drinks and drove back to Jed’s apartment complexion. I did my make up quickly. He jogged down the stairs wearing a pair of jeans and a black button up shirt, the sleeves were rolled up and the cloth clung to his muscular biceps, causing me to gawk, his hair was tied back again and he looked delicious.

“Here you go. Two sugars, no cream.” I handed him the coffee and sipped my tea. He got in my car and accepted the drink, thanking me for both the drink and the ride.

“You can drop me off at the corner if you want.” He said. I nodded and drove to school. I stopped about half a block away from our high school. He was about to get out and I had some sort of epiphany. If I let I let him walk the rest of the way to school that was it, we wouldn’t hang out again, there wouldn’t be a second date, the night would be forgotten and I would go back to being Brooke Danvers, the rich girl who cared too much what people thought. I wasn’t ready to give up the second date.

“Wait!” I said as he got out of the car and walked away from me. He turned around, slowly.

“Who cares what people think? I’m not ready to end our date; or whatever that was last night.” I shrugged. He smiled, turned around, and got back in the car. I smiled at him and then drove the rest of the way. I parked in my usual spot. I put the hood up and got out of the car, meeting Jed on his side.

“Everyone is staring, and they’re actually whispering.” Jed said as we walked up the schools main entrance.

“I didn’t expect anything else. Look if you can’t handle the stares and all that crap I understand but honestly all I’ve ever done is care about the stares and the whispers and to be honest I’m over caring what people think. I had more fun last night with you then I’ve had in a long time and I don’t want to give that up.” I said as he opened the door for me.

“I can handle it, trust me, I’ve been through worse.” He chuckled, which sent a swarm of butterflies to my stomach.

“Good, I was hoping you’d say something along those lines.” I inhaled deeply.

“So, you actually had fun last night?” He asked.

“It’s kind of embarrassing how much fun I had and next time we should try actually watching the movie.” I laughed.

“So there’s going to be a next time?” He smiled.

“No, I thought I’d ruin by reputation for the hell of it, I thought it’d be fun.” I said sarcastically.

“Well you never know.” He laughed.

“I mean you want there to be a next time right? God, I’m kind of an idiot, I just assumed you were interested in me but I haven’t actually asked you. Man I’m going to be kind of insanely embarrassed if you-”

“Brooke, I’ve been interested in you for seven years, that’s not going to change now when I finally have a chance with you.” He interrupted my babbling.

“Oh.” I knew I was blushing. He grabbed my hand and even though it was the smallest gesture it made me feel wanted. No guy had ever just held my hand. He was so unlike the boys I had dated in my past. I looked up at him and he smiled at me.

“Your kind of insanely handsome, I don’t know how I didn’t see it before, I mean I thought you were kind of cute but you’re like gorgeous.” I said as glanced at him.

“You are calling me gorgeous? Have you not seen yourself? You literally take my breath away.” He blushed and laughed again.

“I’m serious. I’m pretty, sure but you really are crazy attractive Jed.” We walked to my locker.

“It’s just hard to believe after seven years of you telling me I'm a freak.” He laughed it off but I could tell he was upset.

“I’m sorry. I-”

“It’s ok.” He interrupted.

“It’s not though, I was horrible to you. We can’t just pretend that it didn’t happen. We can’t just pretend wasn’t a huge bitch. This isn’t going to work if you can’t tell me when I’m being bitchy because god knows I can be. Stop being so afraid and stick up for youself, or at the very least admit what I did was wrong, how I acted was wrong and cruel.” I closed my locker and looked at him as I said this.

“I won’t call you a bitch, I was taught to treat women with respect and to suck it up and deal with it if they got moody. Sure, how you acted wasn’t exactly the most pleasant way but I let go off the anger from you and everyone else a long time ago. In result from being bullied for seven years I have my insecurities and doubts but I'm happy with who I am and a lot of people, people who bullied and teased me, couldn’t say that about themselves. So I’m ok, really I am. Just bear with me if I sometimes get insecure.” For a moment he looked so unbelievably scared, and I realized it was because of me. He was afraid I’d go back to the way I had been, afraid that I would hurt him. I looked around us, hesitating for a moment, before I pulled his face down to mine and kissed him. His soft lips moved against mine, he tasted like coffee and when his arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me close I came to the conclusion that he was worth the social suicide, that this was worth it. I wrapped my arms around his neck and for a moment I forgot where I was and then he pulled away, chuckling.

“I think we may have a problem. You attack me with the insanely amazing kisses and it makes it kind of hard to stop.” He joked.

“You like it.” I knew I looked ridiculous with my huge smile but I couldn’t stop it and I didn’t want to. The bell rang and Jed grabbed my calculus book from me and walked me to class. He held my books and walked me to class; no guy had ever done that before. It was silly but it gave me the most incredible feeling. He handed me my books and went to turn away but I grabbed his hand and pulled his face down to level with mine.

“People are going to give you a lot of shit, please don’t let them get to you.” The truth was that I was afraid too, afraid that this wouldn’t be worth it to him, that I wouldn’t be worth it.

“People have been giving me shit for years, this time I actually have a reason to put up with it. I’m not going to hurt you Brooke.” This time he kissed me and I let myself melt into it until the second bell rang, giving the last warning that the students had five minutes to get to class.

“I’ll see you at lunch?” I asked.

“I’ll see you at lunch.” He smiled before turning and walking to his own class. I took my seat in the front of the class and opened my book to the page written on the whiteboard.

“So am I seeing things or did I just see you and Jed Foster making out in the hallway?” Natalie, my closest and longest friend, said as she took her spot next to me. I suddenly had the urge to lie. No! You don’t get to lie now Brooke, you shouldn’t be ashamed of him. If anything he should be ashamed of you. And then the urge was gone and I knew that from here on things would be different.

“You saw right. He’s kind of amazing Natalie, he makes me feel happy. I don’t know how to explain it. I know you’re probably going to get all weird with me and slowly stop talking to me, if you don’t do that now but he’s good. Like I got carried away at the beach and I would have gone all the way and if it had been any other guy he would have let me but Jed stopped me and told me I deserved more respect and that he wouldn’t take advantage of me and especially in a public place and then we went to my house and we watched a movie and we just talked and kissed and it never went any further even though I could tell he wanted to, he controlled himself, no guy has ever had so much respect for me that he held himself back when I was throwing myself at him. Natalie he held my books and walked me to class.” I was terrified I’d be losing my best friend but at the same time I couldn’t stop smiling.

“Sweetie, the boy obviously has an amazing effect on you because you’re smiling, like really smiling. I haven’t seen you smile like this since before your grandpa died. Your my best friend, you stuck with me through my pregnancy when everyone left my side and when Jason was trying to get full custody, you were there. You’ve stayed by my side through everything and I'm not leaving yours just because you’re choosing to date a guy everyone looks down upon. I don’t know him, and to be honest I never cared to know him, but if he makes you this happy after one date then he has my approval. I want to get to know this boy who is making my best friend smile like she just got her first kiss all over again.” She grabbed my hand and squeezed it gently. I sighed in relief.

“Thank you.” I whispered.

“No need to thank me, I’m your best friend that’s what I'm here for.” She smiled at me.

     Class seemed to drag on today, by the end of our lecture on Limits and Derivatives I was almost asleep. I had never enjoyed math but for some reason I was insanely good at it. When the bell finally rang I took my time gathering my stuff. Natalie waited for me. When we walked out of the class Natalie bumped me with her hip and nodded towards the wall on which Jed was leaning.

“Now that I’m really looking at him, he’s kind of cute. And what’s up with the bulging arms? How did we not see how hot he was?” Natalie checked Jed out as he stood there looking unsure of what to do. I laughed, rolled my eyes as Natalie went on about how hot Jed was, and signaled for Jed to come here.

“This is Natalie; she thinks you’re insanely hot. So it’s not just me.” I said when he reached us.

“Thanks Brooke, thank you very much.” Natalie blushed. Jed just laughed.

“Well anyways, I’m going to find somewhere quiet so I can call Getzy.” Natalie said before disappearing through the crowd. Jed took my books.

“Who is Getzy?” He asked, curiously.

“Her daughter, she’s turning three in two days and Natalie’s freaking out.” Natalie had her when she was fifteen, her mom had been so pissed but she was more afraid then she was mad once the baby was on the way.

“I didn’t know she had a kid.” He said as I opened my locker.

“Yeah, a lot of people don’t. It’s not like she’s ashamed of Getzy it’s just her mom doesn’t think it’s anyone’s business, like the whole time Natalie was pregnant Mrs. Carlson had her homeschooled.” I explained while I put away my calc book and took out my AP English book pit.

“I couldn’t do it, hide someone I love.” He didn’t sound like he was judging Natalie, he sounded like he felt bad for her.

“I don’t know how she does.” He grabbed my books and my hand and we started walking towards my class.

“So I’m not sure if you’re interested but if you’re not doing anything Friday night the band has a gig at Pulse.” He looked unsure about inviting me.

“I’ll be there.” I smiled.

     When I got out of AP English he was there, waiting for me, again. We went to my locker and then made our way to the cafeteria. At least five different people had asked me about Jed and I’m sure he had gotten a lot of shit, but he hadn’t said a word about it.

“You look amazing today, by the way.” He said as we walked to the tables outside after getting our lunch.

“Thank you. You look half way decent.” I muffled a laugh. He shot me a look and I laughed. We sat on one of the many unused benches. Everyone was inside the Air Conditioned cafeteria.

“You look incredibly sexy today.” I whispered in his ear, my lips brushed against his skin. He sucked in a sharp breath. I giggled, like full on giggled.

“Finally I get a response out of you!” I ran my full lips across his jawline. He turned his head so he could kiss me.

 

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