Summer is a wallflower. Brooklyn is the it boy. Nobody ever thought that their paths would be intertwined, but suddenly the two teenagers get hurled into a mess of love, lust, drama and heartbreak, leaving them with marks that can't be erased. *WARNING: Contains strong language and sexual references.


3. Chapter 2

Life kind of just went on after that.

Me and Brooklyn didn't have any bloody encounters during the following days. In fact we barely had any encounters at all.

I told Hayley about the invitation and she absolutely flipped and kind of invited herself to go with me to the party. Not that I would've gone without her anyway, but I was kind of suspicious that she went more for the chance of making her move on Brooklyn, than she did because she wanted to have fun with me.


The days passed and friday night eventually became present. Hayley had stopped by my place for pre-drinks and getting ready before the party. Vic had told us he'd meet us at Brooklyn's place, not wanting to participate in any kind of girly activity.

"Does this even look right?" Hayley asked as she stood in front of the mirror dressed in a pair of skin tight jeans and a crop top, really showing off her body.

"You look great", I answered as I was laying on my stomach on my bed, my phone in one hand, a beer that I'd stolen from the fridge in the other. I'd decided to just go in whatever I wore to school, but freshening up my makeup a bit, and at this point Hayley had been taking at least three times longer to get ready than me.

"Thanks, Sum", she answered and turned towards me. "Are you sure you don't wanna borrow an outfit, though? I brought a bunch of stuff."

With a sigh I put my phone in my pocket and sat back up in my bed, the beer still in my hand.

"What do you think?"

"I think that you would look gorgeous, that's what I think", she answered as she instantly walked to the pile of clothes that she'd thrown on the floor in the process of deciding what to wear. "This. Put it on", she insisted as she threw what looked like a dress at me.

"Are you kidding?" I asked as I looked at the black mini-dress with my eyebrows raised.

"You'd look hot, just try it on dammit", she sighed as she sat down on the bed as well, grabbing the beer in my hand and taking a sip herself.


And so I did. I could be in my underwear, and I still wouldn't have felt as exposed as I did in that outfit, but somehow she still managed to convince me to wear it to the party. We left before I could change my mind.

It took a while to get to Brooklyn's place since we had to take the bus to the other side of town. I knew his parents were mad rich, and that they because of that lived in a much fancier neighborhood.

"This is where I'm going to live once I find a rich husband", Hayley said as we walked down the street after getting off the bus. On each side of the road was one house bigger than the other, all with perfectly cut lawns and Range Rovers or Porches parked in the driveway. It was like a scene straight out of The Real Housewives.

"You better have a spare room because I'm moving in with you", I answered in awe as I looked around, feeling a little warm inside from the slight drinking that we'd done without my parents finding out.

"I wouldn't have it any other way", she answered and lightly bumped me in the ribs with her elbow.


"That's it", I said as we passed a black mailbox with Beckham printed on it in cursive letters.

The place itself was this huge, white house with a massive, black front door. A fence ran all along the edge of the plot, and not one straw of grass or one leaf on the bushes were out of place. Once again, picture perfect just like seemingly everything else in Brooklyn's life. It was almost frustrating, God could've saved some of the good stuff for the rest of us.

"Hey you guys!" somebody suddenly shouted, and when I turned my head in the direction of the noise I saw Vic coming jogging down the street towards us. He was dressed in jeans, a baseball cap and an open flannel with a t-shirt underneath. Very casual, definitely making me feel over-dressed.

"Looking sharp there, Victor", Hayley teased when he got to us.

"I'm going to ignore you if you keep calling me that", he answered and rolled his eyes at her before grabbing the both of us by the shoulders and pulling us through the front gate. 

We walked up the driveway to the front door, already able to hear the music from the outside. The neighbors must've been thrilled. I was about to grab the door handle just as the door opened from the inside, revealing Brooklyn standing in the doorway, letting out the smell of cigarette smoke and alcohol from the inside.

"Glad you could make it", he said with a crooked smile as he stepped aside to let us in.

"I'm Hayley", Hayley added when she passed him, wearing a smile so sweet you might've gotten cavaties from looking too long.



I looked around the hall as both Hayley and Vic both disappeared into some other room of the house. The hall itself had tiles on the floor and a chandelier hanging from the ceiling. It was all very stylish.

"Nice place you've got", I said when I looked over at Brooklyn who was still there. He had a red plastic cup in his right hand and he was dressed in black distressed jeans, white sneakers and a white t-shirt. 

"Thanks, my mum's decorated it", he answered and shrugged, taking a sip of whatever was in the cup.

I just nodded, and then we just had this moment of looking at each other without saying anything, leaving me with no idea of what to do with myself and my body. Something about him made it hard for me to relax in his company. Almost like there was a certain standart I had to live up to, and I knew that I didn't. I felt his gaze burn on my skin, before he suddenly just turned around and walked into what I thought out to be the living room.

After a moment of hesitation I followed him.


The music was booming from the huge speakers that were placed up against one of the walls. I could feel the bass pumping in my chest as I caught Vic's eye while he was on his way over with a red cup in each hand.

"Drink up, maybe you'll get out of your shell for once", he said as he handed me one.

The cup was only filled maybe a fourth of the way. The content was this clear, relatively odor-less liquid.

"And what is it?"


I wasn't the big drinker. Sure, I enjoyed a glass of champagne or a beer, but I'd never drunken my brain out in pure fear of my parents finding out. My parents had this stupid rule that I wasn't allowed to drink until I was old enough to buy alcohol myself, and since I was still not eighteen, I had to keep it on the down low. Vodka was not something I was used to.

"Bottoms up", Vic insisted before suddenly chugging the content of his own cup, followed by a deep sigh.

I hesitated for a moment before doing the exact same thing.

At first I felt fine. Then the bitter, burning sensation spread in my mouth and down my throat, forming the same warm feeling from before in my tummy, only stronger this time around.

"It tastes like shit", I coughed as I frowned a bit and glared at the red cup in my hand.

"It's not supposed to taste good, it's supposed to get you drunk", Vic answered with a slight chuckle.


He stayed with me through the first few drinks, making sure that I got more than enough to start me off. He said it would help my confidence, seeing how I was usually the quiet one in the group. Apparently that was a bad thing.

We sat on the leather couch for about forty five minutes as we just chatted and drank. Hayley was nowhere to be seen, but neither was Brooklyn so I guess the possibility that she might've gotten what she came for was there.

"You see that girl over there?", Vic suddenly asked, nodding towards a conventionally attractive female, "I'm going to see if I can get some action. Take care." Then he gave my left thigh a light squeeze as he got out of the couch, leaving me behind.

"Yeah well good luck with that", I sighed, running my fingers through my hair as I looked around the room. Immediately as I turned my head I could feel it spinning and my vision blurring, but it wasn't uncomfortable. I just felt careless. Intoxicated. Vic was already onto the girl by the table with alcohol, so I didn't expect to hear anything from him in the near future unless his mission failed terribly.

I slowly got out of the couch as well, carefully grabbing the armrest to make sure I would be able to keep my balance. I felt like I needed to go freshen up a bit, but I had no idea of where the bathroom was located, so I decided to just try and find it on my own.


I left the living room and ended up walking upstairs, thinking there had to be a bathroom up there.

Suddenly Hayley came half-running down the stairs as I was on my way up, and when I squinted my eyes a little I could see a trace of tears in her eyes.

"Hayz, are you alright?" I said in a raspy voice as I stopped on one of the steps. I couldn't help but sway back and forth a little, so I grabbed the railing to prevent myself from falling.

"We'll talk later, Sum", she answered as she continued down the stairs. I was too drunk to think any more of it, even though I should've probably followed her down and asked her what was wrong. You know, like a friend would do. But I was intoxicated and unaware of my actions, so I didn't do that. I just continued up the stairs to the first floor, slowly making my way down the hallway, trying to figure out which closed door could be leading to the bathroom.


Suddenly I heard a door shut further down the hall, and when I looked up I saw Brooklyn just as he turned his gaze on me as well.

"Uh", was all that escaped my lips. If I'd been sober, I would've wanted to slap myself right across the face for that.

"Did you see that Hayley-girl anywhere?" he asked, his voice obviously raspy as well.

"I did, what happened?" I answered, frowning a little.

"I rejected her. She didn't take it that nicely", he answered. Then he paused for a second before nodding towards the room he came from. "Come on in."

Then he disappeared through the door that he came from, and I just blindly followed him into what I found out to be his bedroom.


As expected, it was pretty big. Definitely as big as my living room back home, that was for sure. It all had a very clean look to it with white walls, a mattress on the floor and a, light wooden floor. Stuff like football jerseys and photography equipment was laying scattered around the room, already saying more about him than I knew to begin with. I didn't think that much about any of it, though.

"You're friends right? You and Hayley?" he asked as he walked to his desk and picked up a bottle of what I guessed was wine or something that he'd left there. He then took a sip.

"Yeah", I answered as I awkwardly stood in the middle of the room, swaying back and forth without noticing it myself.

He didn't answer, but just took a few more sips of wine instead before taking a step towards me and handing me the bottle. I hesitantly grabbed a hold of it, placing the mouth of the bottle by my lips and letting the slightly bitter liquid hit my tongue.

"Talking about friends, why aren't you downstairs?" I quietly asked as I handed back the bottle.

"I just needed a moment to myself I guess", he answered and shrugged.

"Oh, I'm sorry then-.." I took a step towards the door, feeling a bit rude for interrupting his "me time."

"No, stay. Please", he insisted as he casually took place in his desk chair, spinning around in it for a moment before stopping the motion and looking straight at me. "How drunk are you?" he asked, chuckling a bit as he raised one of his eyebrows.

"Not that drunk."

"But pretty drunk, right?"



I made my way to his bed and somehow got myself positioned on the mattress in a somewhat comfortable position, trying my best not to flash my panties which turned out to be quite the struggle with such a short dress as the one I was wearing. When I looked over at Brooklyn again, he was already looking, but quickly turned his attention to the bottle in his hand, studying the label.

"How drunk are you then, Beckham?" I asked in quite a cocky tone.

"I'm a little tipsy", he answered with a chuckle. I really didn't know him well, so it was hard to say how much under the influence he was, but the way he spoke and the way he moved indicated that he definitely wasn't completely sober.

The usual quiet followed once again, but it wasn't as awkward this time around. I guess the alcohol helped in that sense. Silence didn't have to be anything but silence. No pressure, nothing. Brooklyn looked back at me and I couldn't help but notice the way he licked his lips ever so slightly, and the way the corners of his mouth curled up just a tiny bit. It was quite charming.

"Why do you keep doing that?" I silently asked.

"Doing what?" he answered as he placed the wine bottle back on his desk.


It was a stupid question with no real point to it, but I just wanted to talk. Find out more of what was going on in that head of his. If he regretted asking me to stay, if he didn't. I wanted to know what he was thinking.

For a moment he didn't say anything, but then he got up from the chair and walked the few steps to the mattress where he sat down beside me.

"Does it make you nervous?" he quietly asked as he caught my eye. His breath smelled like liquor.

It did. It did make me nervous. I felt like he saw right through me, and I didn't know how to feel about that. I didn't even know why I felt that way in the first place, so I didn't answer him. I just kind of looked him in the eyes for a second before looking down instead.

"Why have we never talked until recently?" he continued. More questions.

"I guess you've always been out of my league", I answered.

"And what's that supposed to mean?"

"You know what it means."

He was this really popular guy who all the girls wanted and all the guys wanted to be. You knew the type. I wasn't anywhere nearly as widely liked as he was. I doubted that most people even knew who I was. Not that it really bothered me, it was just facts. Somewhere along the line it had been decided that I was regular and he was extraordinary. That was just life.


Slowly I turned my head to look at him once again, but when I did, I realized that he'd moved a whole lot closer, his face only centimeters from mine this time around.

"Wha-what are you doing?" I quietly stuttered, my gaze flickering between his eyes and his lips. I could feel how my consciousness was slipping. I'd been drinking too much to fast, and I might've been a bit of a lightweight. No matter what it wasn't good.

"Nothing", he whispered, his breath hitting my face like a light breeze.

Looking closer, I could see how his eyes were red from the alcohol. A strand of his light brown hair fell down in front of his forehead as he did that thing again where he would lick his lips. I felt myself drawn to him, wanting to place my hands on him and feel the warmth of his body against my skin.

"It sure doesn't look like nothing", I whispered back, tilting my head a bit to the side.

He then leaned in even further, placing a hand on my thigh to keep his balance, or maybe just to touch me too. My lips were almost on his, it was like I could already feel them. I wondered what they'd be like. Soft? Rough? I'd kissed a few guys before, but you never knew. I wanted to find out, that was for sure.

I had no idea of what was going on or why this was happening, but I couldn't collect myself enough to really think about it. He'd turned down Hayley, and now he was here instead. Should I feel bad for Hayley? Was this wrong? I couldn't think. Instead I just closed my eyes and closed the gap between our lips, feeling how a rush instantly came through me, making my heart beat faster. In what felt like a second, Brooklyn had tightened his grip on my thigh and I'd curled my hand around his neck as I turned my body further towards him.

Truth be told, I'd never had sex with a guy before. Not really. But for some reason, I found myself feeling an intense feeling of lust for this boy that I'd never thought about until recently when he literally came crashing into my life. Maybe it was the alcohol taking the subtle interest for him to a whole new level, maybe I would've felt this way for anybody when I was that intoxicated. It didn't even matter because now we were here and I wanted this to keep going.

His hand started traveling up my inner thigh, making my breath hitch when he pulled up the edge of my dress a little, his fingers making it's way in between my legs. I felt more than aware of his touch through the fabric, it shone through the haze like a sun through fog, igniting my body.


"Brooklyn?" I sighed when I pulled away from the kiss for air.

"Mhm?" His lips brushed against mine.

"I want you."

"You do?"


That single word seemed to do the trick. He suddenly removed his hand from my heat just to push me down onto the mattress instead and crawling on top of me. I just laid there on my back for a second, looking up at this beautiful boy who was now towering over me. He looked at me too, just for a second, before smashing his lips back on mine.

It all went kind of blurry from that point on.

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