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.


6. Chapter 5

I woke up the next morning with a weird feeling in my gut. No part of last night made that much sense, but I was pretty used to it at that point.

With a yawn I reached out and grabbed my phone from my nightstand, turning it on again. It took a second before it had completely started up, but then a message buzzed in, and when I opened it, it was a message that Brooklyn had sent last night after I'd fallen asleep.

"We'll see."

That's all there was. What did that even mean? I'd told him that I didn't want to talk about what happened between us, that I just wanted to keep it in the past, and then this. Why couldn't he just be simple for once?

A sigh left my lips as I sat up in bed and got out, running my fingers through my messy hair as I made my way to the bathroom to get ready for yet another day at school.



My first class was chemistry which I knew I had with Hayley. It felt weird to see her again, knowing that I was keeping this secret from her that I more than desperately wanted to talk to my best friend about. But I couldn't. I wouldn't risk hurting her. Of course I still had Vic to talk to, but I kind of needed another female view on the situation. Besides, Hayley knew me better than anyone. She would probably find out eventually anyway, and I really didn't want that to happen through the wrong person.

We were sitting at our table, working together on some project that I didn't get any part of. I just couldn't collect my mind enough to actually focus on it, so instead we both tried to make time pass with small-talk and social media.

"It's unbelievable!" Some girl at the table behind ours exclaimed.

"No it's not, it's totally something Brooklyn would do", another answered.

A frown formed across my face by the mention of Brooklyn, and I tried to discreetly move my chair a little closer to the table behind me to be able to hear them better.

"Cecilia is, like, so mad."

"I would be too if my boyfriend hooked up with some girl, but honestly, she had it coming."


I felt my heart skip a beat as I returned my attention to my own table, looking over at Hayley with one of my eyebrows raised. She was sitting with her phone between her hands, not seemingly paying attention to the other two girls like I was.

"Haiz, what's up with Brooklyn and... What was her name... Cecilia?" I asked, lowering my voice so that the girls behind us wouldn't know that I had been listening to their conversation.

"Brooklyn has apparently cheated on her and she found out", Hayley answered and shrugged. "Haven't you heard?"

"Not until now", I sighed, looking down for a moment, the frown still on my face. "How long have they been together?" I asked as I felt a knot form in my stomach. It would be stupid to think that they had gotten together after me and Brooklyn messed around. It was only a few days ago after all. Did that make me the infamous mistress then?

"A few months or something", she answered and looked at me. "Why?"

"Uh," I started, looking back at her, "I don't know. Were you aware that they were together?"

"Yeah, I just didn't think that would be an issue. I mean, it's not like it's the first time he's been fucking around. Apparently I just wasn't hot enough or whatever..." She lowered her voice as she said the last sentence, and I felt my heart break a little. Did she really blame herself for the fact that Brooklyn didn't want to fool around with her? That was nonsense.

"Haiz," I started as I placed a hand on her back to comfort her, "you're beautiful. If he couldn't see that, then it's his loss."

For a moment she didn't say anything, and if I weren't completely off, I think I saw tears welling up in her eyes. Then she sniffled a little and finally looked at me, her eyes a little red, but a tiny smile still on her lips.

"Thanks, Sum, but it doesn't matter now anyway, does it? He's apparently got more than enough girls in his life right now."


I felt the knot in my stomach again. It couldn't possibly be me, could it? Had Brooklyn really told his girlfriend about what had happened? That might've been the right thing to do, but I just hadn't really thought about what would happen if people found out that it was me who was the home wrecker, and I wasn't sure that I was able to handle whatever I had coming. I couldn't imagine Brooklyn wanting people to find out anyway, considering the fact that I probably wasn't conventional shag-material for somebody of his league. 

"If I was that girl, I would watch my back. Cecilia's apparently pretty feisty", Hayley continued, and I felt my eyes widen.

"She knows who it is?" I quickly asked, making Hayley raise her eyebrow at me.

"I don't know, I guess we'll have to wait and find out", she answered and looked at me with this weird look on her face. "Whoever it is, I hope she feels real bad. Breaking up a relationship like that is, like, such a cheap thing to do."

"Weren't you trying to-..."

"Shut your mouth, Summer", Hayley said, cutting me off. Then she just lightly nudged me in the rips with her elbow, a chuckle escaping her lips. "Whatever, let's get back to work."

"Right", I sighed after a moment of trying to let it all sink it.


We didn't discuss it anymore that day, but people all around the school were talking and I couldn't overhear it. Nobody seemed to know it was me yet, but I still felt a feeling of paranoia, like it was just a matter of time before the entire school would find out. And I guess it was, but for now I was as invisible as always.

As I walked down the hallway just as the bell had called lunchbreak, I passed a bunch of guys standing by the lockers. Looking closer, I spotted a few of Brooklyn's friends standing around the man himself. Brooklyn was leaning up against one of the lockers and seemed deep in conversation just until the moment I passed by and he suddenly looked directly at me, shooting me a lingering look before turning his gaze away once again.

I stopped walking for a second, and somewhere along the line my mind just shut off. I had to speak to him, I couldn't handle this anymore.

Then I turned around on my heels and walked directly to the group of boys, making my way through them to get to Brooklyn, hearing a few 'oooh's and 'what the hell's on the way, but I didn't care one bit about their stupid comments.

"Brooklyn, we need to talk. Right now." I said as I stood right in front of him.

For a moment he just looked at me, then he looked at his friends around him with this stupid, mocking grin on his face like he had no idea who I was or why I was talking to somebody as great as him. Then he looked back at me.

"I'm kind of in the middle of-.."

My patience was running out, so instead of hearing him out, I grabbed a hold of his wrist and started pulling him with me out of the crowd and further down the hallway until we got to an empty classroom.


"What is this about?" He asked as I finally let go of his wrist to close the door behind us.

I felt my heart pounding in my chest as I turned towards him. He was leaning on one of the tables with his arms crossed across his chest, making his biceps flex. I hadn't really thought this through, had I? I'd just seen red and thought that I could actually talk to him. I wanted to scream at him for messing with my head, but I also knew that I wouldn't ever do that. That wouldn't be anything like me.

"You know what", I quietly answered, staying by the door and keeping my distance.

Suddenly he cracked a smirk, making me frown as I personally didn't think there was anything to be smiling at. 

"Is this about the party?" he asked, raising one of his eyebrows as he let his arms fall down along the sides of his body, his hands resting on the edge of the table instead. "The sex?" He kept on, over-articulating the word quiet a bit.

"Amongst other things", I answered and shrugged, trying not to let his attitude get to me. "Mostly the fact that people seem to have found out about it."

"Look, I didn't tell anyone if that's what you're thinking," he started, "I don't know who and how anybody found out, but that doesn't matter anyway."

I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that he wasn't the one who'd told people. Who was it then? The only one I'd told was Vic but he wouldn't tell anybody. I'd trust him with my life.

"But what about your girlfriend?" I asked, changing the subject a bit as I walked to the teacher's desk across from where Brooklyn was standing, hesitantly sitting down on the countertop. 

"Don't worry about her, she'll cool down", he answered and shrugged. It was kind of an asshole thing to say if you asked me, but I had no intentions to start anything with him, since I had the feeling that the whole dickhead-thing had become his brand or something.

I'd kind of run out of things to say at that point. I really hadn't planned this entire thing out, and now I didn't know what to do with myself. Finally I had the chance to get a lot of stuff out of my head, but I couldn't get myself to speak up. I'd known that I was overreacting ever since it happened, and I just didn't want him to think that I was crazy even though I definitely felt like I was. It was quite the inner battle.


Suddenly he stepped closer without any of us saying anything. I was looking down in an attempt to collect myself, but as soon as he came nearer I could feel myself falling apart and my heart picking up pace once again. Before I realized it he was standing right there in front of me, placing an arm on the edge of the desk on each side of my body. I could feel the heat radiating off of him and onto my skin, and I couldn't get myself to look at him.

He then moved one of his hands from the edge of the counter to my thigh, his touch sending what felt like electricity around my body. I wanted to push him off and tell him to go to hell for being the way he was, but I couldn't. He knew exactly how to play my strings just right, and I hated the way I couldn't help but give in to him.

"You know," he started, and I felt his breath tingle my skin, "there won't be anybody around for a little while. We could-.."

I cut him off by finally turning my face towards him and crashing my lips onto his. I just had to do it. I felt my entire body yearning for him, and now it was rushing over with feelings of adrenalin and lust, washing away the traces of worry for now. My hands were gripping a hold of his shirt, and I spread my legs to make space for pulling his body closer. He grabbed me by the hips and pulled me to the edge of the desk as I bit down on his lower lip, making him moan ever so slightly.

I felt him roll his hips against me as he made his way down my jaw and neck, trailing kisses on my skin along the way. This time around it was my turn to moan as his lips hit my sweet spot, but then I placed one of my hands behind his neck to connect my lips with his once again.

None of us said anything, so there was completely quiet in the room except for our heavy breathing. Brooklyn started unbuttoning my jeans just to shove his hand under the waistband of my knickers, pulling away from the kiss to look at me as his fingers made their way around. Another smirk grew across his lips as he suddenly slipped a finger inside me, making my breath hitch.

"I've missed seeing you like that, Summer", he said with a low voice, "all hot and bothered."

I couldn't manage to get a word to leave my lips as he kept on slowly pumping his fingers in and out of me. Luckily he was the one to kiss me this time around, his tongue making it's way in between my lips as I felt myself edge closer.

"Brooklyn," I quietly moaned against his lips, "I'm gonna-.."


Suddenly the door to the classroom suddenly flew open.

In less than a second Brooklyn had pulled away and taken a few steps back just as a bunch of people went through the door to get to class. For a moment I was startled by what had just happened, and how fast it had all went, but then I realized that my pants were still unbuttoned and I probably looked at mess, so I had to discreetly get that sorted out as students filled the room.

My eyes met Brooklyn's just as he lifted the hand he'd just had down my pants to his mouth, sucking off any excess on his middle- and index finger, the sight making my cheeks burn. Then somebody suddenly walked up to him, and he quickly shoved his hand in his pocket instead as he turned his attention towards the girl. When I looked at her, I recognized her as the girl he'd been making out with in the cafeteria yesterday.

"Summer," he started as he threw his arm around the girl's shoulder and pulled her closer, "this is Cecilia. My girlfriend." We just looked at each other for a second, but I couldn't really read her face, so I just smiled at her in an attempt to be nice. "And Cecilia, this is Summer. We were just discussing an assignment."

He was a pretty smooth liar, you'd have to give him credit for that, but I felt awful. I'd taken what was already bad and made it worse like I was on some sort of destructive path. 

Brooklyn then turned his head to the side and leaned in, kissing Cecilia on the lips a few times before turning his attention back on me.

"I'll see you later, Summer", he then said as he let go of Cecilia and left the classroom.

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