Under One Moon

Brooklyn Faegan has just recently moved from sunny California to Tenafly, New Jersey. Her only real concern is making it through junior year at a new high school. That is, until she meets Easton Harlock. Young, hot, and single, he's the boy everyone wants. But getting involved with Easton means getting involved in his secrets. Can Brooklyn keep the dark secrets Tenafly has to hold? Or will the full moons bring out the animal in everyone?


3. Chapter 3

My next few classes came and went relatively fast. Alena was in all of my classes so luckily I didn’t have to worry about being on my own. Although throughout the day I had come to learn that apparently she was rather popular. Almost everyone stopped to talk to her. 

I had also learned she had a boyfriend. I found this out on our way to fourth period, the period before lunch. They made out in the hallway for a few minutes while I was forced to awkwardly stand over by the side. I had been introduced to the boyfriend, who’s name was Dylan, and informed that he was the quarter back. I couldn’t help but realize how stereotypical their relationship was.

Beautiful, popular girl with the hot star football player. Figures.

“So how are you liking Tenafly high so far?” Alena asked while we walked to class.
I pressed my books closer to my chest and shrugged. 

“It’s alright, I guess. Still getting used to it.” I had to admit that it was completely different from my school in California. Everyone was different.

Moments later we ended up in front of calculus. The first thing I noticed when I walked in was Easton, in the way back sitting next to another guy at a square table. He saw me as soon as I saw him, and his face lit up in a smile. He then raised his hand and waved me and Alena over.
We both took a seat across the table from Easton and the other boy who was whispering something in Easton’s ear.

“Brooklyn, this is Tucker. Tucker, Brooklyn.” Easton introduced us and I said a quick hi and smiled. I took a minute to look at the boy.

He looked like he was on the older side, maybe even old enough to be in college. I could only see his top half, but I could see that he was very muscular, his shirt stretched tight over his chest and arm muscles. He had medium length dark blond hair that was tossed upwards messily, but in a nice fashion. His mouth was set in a grin, and his arms crossed.

“Nice to meet you.” Tucker said, his voice deep enough to match his appearance. 

“So,” Alena started, putting her backpack down next to her chair and putting a notebook down in front of her. “Are you guys going to Daniella’s party tomorrow night?” She asked to no one in particular.

Easton was the first to answer. “Do you think I would seriously go to that? Me and Daniella didn’t end on good terms. I doubt she would want me to go.” He huffed, sitting back in his chair.

I stayed quiet. Obviously I wouldn’t be going. I had no idea who this Daniella girl was, although I could gather that her and Easton had probably at one point been an item.

“Count me in,” Tuckers voice rang. “This is the first big party of the school year. You should just come, East. So many people will be there I doubt you’ll even see Daniella.”

Easton only shrugged. He let out a loud sigh and brought his attention out the window. 


“Great! Maybe you can ride with me, Dylan and Brooklyn?” Alena clapped her hands together excitedly.

My head spun towards her with my mouth agape. “Wh-what? I’m not going to the party.”

“What? Why not?”

“I don’t know Daniella. I’m sure she doesn’t want strangers at her house,”

Alena only gave me a dumbfounded look. “Daniella throws the biggest parties in town, next to me of course. They’re so big that people from other towns show up. Trust me, she won’t care.” She reassured me, and I saw Tucker nod his head. 

“I’ll see.” I mumbled, right as our teacher walked in.


There was no way I was going to that party. I thought about it all of the last period of the day. In California, I barely went to parties as it was. I was more of the ‘stay home and watch movies until dawn’ kind. Now, I was expected to go to a party in a town I had just moved to filled with a bunch of teenagers I didn’t know? Not a chance.

Sure maybe it would be a good way to make friends, but I didn’t know what kind of friends I would meet at a party. 

Halfway through last period, Alena asked if I wanted a ride home. It seemed like a nice change and a chance to talk to her more, so I happily agreed, sending a text to my father to let him know I wouldn’t be needing him. So far the day had gone by fine but all I really wanted to do was go home.
After the final bell, I followed Alena out of the classroom and through the overcrowded halls. This school was big, and I would really have to find my way around more. In a few minutes, we pushed through the main doors and Alena lead me through the parking lot.

Finally we reached an incredible sleek silver Porsche. I was surprised when Alena went to the passenger seat, but once I climbed into the back and saw her boyfriend, Dylan, I understood.

We made small talk on the way to my house. “So California, huh?” Dylan spoke, meeting my eyes with his in the rearview mirror. “Great place. I’ve got a house down in Beverly Hills.”

This didn’t surprise me. Clearly Dylan was worth quite a lot. 

I stayed silent still, as Dylan brought his attention back to the road for only a few minutes before looking back at me again. 

“You definitely have that California tan.” He nearly mumbled, and I watched as his eyes raked my body through the mirror, lingering for a moment too long.

After what felt like hours, the Porsche pulled in front of my house and I wasted no time in scrambling out of the backseat. Alena’s window was rolled down and she stuck her head out.

“See ya at school tomorrow!”

I nodded and started walking backwards towards my front door. “Yeah, tomorrow. Thanks again for the ride.” 

Dylan peeled away before I could even get to the door. Once I was sure they were gone, I pushed open the door, and closed it behind me. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding as I leaned against the wood, bending forward and putting my hands on my thighs. The house was completely silent for only a few seconds before a voice flooded my ears.

“Hi, darling! How was it?” My mothers sing-song voice asked, but it was somewhat distant. I stood up straight right as she walked through the kitchen and into the hall. She was holding a dish rag and a plate.

I gave her a weak smile. “It was alright, but I’m pretty tired. I think I’m going to try and take a nap.”
My mother hesitated before nodding slowly. “Oh, okay. Well I want to hear all about your day over dinner!” She called as I turned and started up the marble stairs. 

I wasn’t lying, I really was tired and would most likely take a nap. If I could get myself to sleep. 
Pushing open my bedroom door, I threw my bag down on my desk chair and immediately sprawled out on my stomach on my bed, opening up my laptop. The first thing I noticed was a little number one next to the notifications on twitter.

I now had a new follower that went by the name Easton Harlock.

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