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.


4. Chapter 3


The voice sounded so far away.

"Brooklyn, breakfast is ready!"

Then I heard distant footsteps and a door opening.

"Oh my God", I heard somebody sigh just as my eyes finally slid open. When I turned my head to the side, I saw a woman turn around and walk out the door, shutting it behind her. It took me a moment to realize where I was, and that it had probably been Brooklyn's mother. My cheeks instantly flushed red even though I was barely awake.

Then I slowly propped myself up on my elbows, pulling the covers with me to cover up my naked body as I felt my heart pound in my chest. Not for the same reasons as last night though.

Next to me Brooklyn was still deep asleep, laying on his stomach and breathing steadily. His hair was all messy and he had red scratch marks down his shoulder blades. I still had the faint memories from last night, but most of it was a blurry mess and I couldn't tell apart what was real and what wasn't. All I knew is that I'd slept with Brooklyn Beckham and I didn't know how to process that.


For a moment I panicked. How on earth was I going to get out of this situation? Then I just decided to get out of there before he would wake up. It seemed easier to just take off instead of having to confront him about our night. So I did.

I got dressed in last nights clothes, eyeing the purple hickeys he'd left down my neck and my chest, thinking about how the hell I was going to cover those up in the following days. Then I just looked at him once more before sneaking out the room and downstairs, luckily not running into any of his family members on my way out.



The rest of the weekend was spent in my room back at home. I didn't talk to Vic or Hayley at all, as I didn't know what I would tell them. I could just lie and tell them that I went home early, but I also needed somebody to talk to about the incident. I had to get it off my chest before they would find out through somebody else. Not that I was accusing Brooklyn of kiss and tell, but who knew these days.

Something that had also hit me was the fact that Hayley really seemed to like this boy. She'd been obsessing over a lot of guys in her time, but she had seemed pretty hurt when he'd turned her down. It must've meant more to her than I'd thought it would've. The point was that I'd hooked up with the guy that she liked. Best friends didn't do that. Not until then anyways.


Monday eventually came and I had to face everybody. It was silly, really. Why would Brooklyn tell people that we'd slept together? What good would that do him? And if nobody knew, there would be nothing to fear, right?

And I guess there wasn't. The day kind of went on like usual except for the fact that Hayley seemed exceptionally quiet. She was usually never like that. When she was happy she talked, when she was angry she talked. It didn't matter, she always had something to say, but not this time around. She was just kind of there.


"Hayley, you have to tell me. What is up?" I asked when we were once again sitting by our usual table in the cafeteria, leaning in towards her from across the table.

"Nothing", she sighed, not looking at me once but instead picking at a piece of chicken breast with her fork.

"C'mon, Haiz, I know you too well", I continued on. Vic was just sitting next to her observing our conversation. I guess he'd decided that this was a girl talk-thing. I couldn't imagine Hayley telling him what was going on with her before telling me anyway. That would sting a little. Somewhere deep down I felt like I already knew, though.

"If you know me that well, you would know that there's nothing wrong", she insisted and finally looked at me as she put down her fork.

"You've been acting all strange all day."

"I have?"

"Kind of."

Then we just looked at each other, waiting for somebody to finally give in and give up, just to realize that it wouldn't happen. We had our differences, sure, but we were both stubborn, that was for sure.


"Look," I started, lowering my voice a little, "Brooklyn told me what happened at his party."

Her eyes seemed to widen for just a second, before then looking down at her plate once again.

"Nothing happened", she kept on.

"Haiz, for God's sake, it happens to everybody. Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose", I said, leaning over a little further to place a hand on her shoulder just to remove it again a moment later.

"Maybe, but this isn't just anybody, Sum," she started, "it's Brooklyn Beckham."

I felt a rush in my gut just by the sound of his name being said out loud, and I almost felt like a kid in trouble. I knew I'd done something that I shouldn't have done, but there was no way of taking it back now.

"Huh, you really like him, don't you?" Vic suddenly intervened from the side. Apparently he'd figured out the situation somewhere along the line.

"I mean... I don't know... I guess", Hayley answered after a moment of hesitation. She looked really small as she spoke. I'd never seen her quite like that. She was always this loud, colorful person with tons of confidence, and now she was just this quiet, insecure shell of the Hayley that I knew.

"You'll be fine, Haiz. You don't need him", he continued on, making the slight guilt that I felt grow even more. Technically I hadn't done anything wrong. It wasn't like I'd slept with her boyfriend or anything, but I'd just broken this unwritten rule that people who broke your best friend's heart was supposed to be off limits. It was just not an okay thing to do.


Eventually the bell rang, and we had to go to the last class of the day. I got up from my seat, picked up my tray and started walking to the trash can to throw out the remains on my plate, but on the way something caught my eye. I turned my head in the direction of Brooklyn's usual table, and for a moment, I swear I felt my heart stop. It was definitely enough for me to suddenly let go of my tray, making everything on it hit the floor with a bang.

A girl was sitting on top of the table, and between her legs stood Brooklyn, leaning in towards her. They were heavily making out. As my plate shattered, it was like the entire room got quiet and they pulled away from each other too, Brooklyn turning his head and looking directly at me, making eye contact for just a brief second.

I felt as if the entire world was spinning in slow motion, before I just kind of shut down, turned around and left the cafeteria, the entire place still completely quiet. 


I got outside and sat down on a bench under the pent roof by the parking lot. I refused to go to class after what had just happened, that was for sure. It was more embarrassment than I could handle right now.

My heart was beating fast in my chest, but other than that, I just felt quiet empty. Everything and nothing all at once, if that made any sense at all. Why did it matter that Brooklyn was with that girl? Who was she anyway? No, it didn't matter and I wasn't going to waste my time thinking any more of it, that was for sure.

Suddenly my phone beeped, and when I picked it up there was a text from Vic asking where the hell I had run off to. I told where I was, but I also told him that I only wanted to speak to him. Not Hayley. I just needed somebody to talk to, get it all out of my system, and then move on. Hayley probably wasn't the right person in this specific case.


It didn't take long before Vic showed up. He lighted a cigarette and then sat down next to me, placing the cigarette between his teeth.

"So, Sum", he started, blowing out a cloud of smoke, "what was that about?"

"I don't know", I sighed, shaking my head a little as I leaned back, resting my head against the wall behind the bench.

"You just flipped out, why?"

I hesitated for a moment whilst deciding on what to say.

"I need to tell you something, Vic, but you need to promise me that you won't say a thing to Haiz."

For a second he just looked at me all confused, the cigarette still hanging out the corner of his mouth before he decided to put it out on the concrete instead, looking back at me afterwards.

"Uh, I guess I won't", he answered, not sounding as sure as I would've liked him to.

"You need to promise it", I kept on, looking down on my hands as I fiddled with the hem of my shirt.

"I promise."


And then I told him. I told him what had happened between Hayley and Brooklyn, and what had then happened between me and him. After a moment of hesitation, I also told him exactly what had happened in the cafeteria a moment ago. All he did was listen, and I really appreciated it.


Then there was just quiet for a moment until I finally looked back up at him. The look on his face was unreadable which made me afraid that he thought I was a bad person. I mean, I had kind of screwed over my best friend, but we both ended up being screwed up by the same guy, so I guess we were even.

"So you lost your V-card to Brooklyn Beckham this friday?" he finally asked, the question kind of taking me back.

"Would you stop? That was not my first-.."

"You're not fooling anybody, Sum."


Then we both kind of just stayed quiet for a while as it began to rain, the pent roof keeping the both of us dry.


Eventually we began talking again, discussing how to handle the situation and wether or not to tell Hayley. We ended up deciding to keep it between us two and Brooklyn. That beings if he hadn't told anybody about any of it. But why would he if he was already onto some other girl? If it hadn't been Brooklyn that I'd hooked up with and if it hadn't been my first time, I probably wouldn't have talked about it either, so that was that.


We then jumped in Vic's car as he'd offered to drive me home so I wouldn't get soaked by walking all the way in the rain. The entire drive was spent in silence aside than the soft music that played from the car radio, but I had a lot to think about so I didn't mind the quiet at all. I thought about how much it sucked that I had to keep quiet about something that you'd usually tell your best friend right away. That I had to limit myself in that sense to spare her feelings. But there was nothing to do other than suck it up and get on with it, it wasn't that big of a deal anyway. Brooklyn definitely hadn't thought about it once, it was so silly that it had become such a big deal to me at this point.

"Sum?" Vic quietly asked, but somehow I was too far gone in my own head to react, so I just kept looking out the window like he hadn't just said my name.

"Sum, this is it, we're at your place", he repeated, finally pulling me out of my train of thought.

"Right, I'm sorry", I mumbled as I picked up my bag and opened the car door.

Just as I was about to exit, Vic grabbed a hold of my hand, making me turn my head towards him once again.

"You'll be fine, Summer."

For a moment I just looked at him before quietly nodding, forcing a small smile.

"I know, Vic. Thanks", I quietly answered before tightening my grip on my bag and exiting the car, slamming the door behind me.

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