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.


2. Chapter 1

A sigh left my lips as the lunchlady placed a scoop of what was probably supposed to be mashed potatoes, but definitely didn't smell like it, on my plate.

"I don't know how I'm still fat, Sum, I literally never get anything to eat when in school", Hayley complained as we made our way through the cafeteria just to sit down at our usual table.

"First of all; you're not fat. Second of all; you do get something to eat, you just refuse to eat it", I answered as I picked up a bottle of water that I'd bought and took a sip, placing it back on the blue plastic tray when I'd finished.

"Well obviously, Summer, would you look at this?" she answered and sent the plate of mush a glare. 

"Third; then eating your weight in breakfast cereal as soon as you get home kind of defeats the purpose", I added, making her scoff at me. I couldn't help but laugh at her though.

Hayley had been my best friend since we both started school. We surely had our differences, but I loved her with all of my heart, and I liked to think that she loved me too. She was like a sister to me, somebody who I could bicker with all day and still tell everything to when it got down to it. I wouldn't trade that for the world, even though it sometimes felt like we were on two completely different planets.


"What's up ladies?"

I looked up just to see Victor stand there with his food tray and a cocky smile on his lips as always. I couldn't help but notice how his hair looked. He'd just let it grow for months, but he'd all of a sudden cut it all of for a shaved-sides, long on top look.

"What's up with us? What's up with your haircut, Vic? It looks like roadkill", Hayley answered as he sat down, just to mess up his hair with her fingers as soon as he was sitting down.

"Would you stop? I just got it cut, it just needs to fall into place", he answered and rolled his eyes at her.

Victor was another friend of mine. We weren't allowed to call him Victor, though. Only Vic. He said that Victor was an old man's name. I didn't knew exactly how we got to know each other since we didn't have much in common and didn't have any classes together, it just kind of happened. We weren't exactly as close as I were with Hayley, but he was pretty cool.


"Is he looking?" Hayley suddenly asked after about fifteen minutes of small talk and moving mashed potatoes around on the plate with my fork.

"Who's looking?" I asked without moving my gaze from my plate.

"Brooklyn", she answered and nodded ever so slightly in the direction of the table behind ours. 

Trying to seem discrete, I waited just a second before looking out the corner of my eyes and at the people by the table. It sure was Brooklyn Beckham and all of his cronies, but he wasn't looking in our direction.

You could probably call Brooklyn the popular kid. He'd absolutely won the lottery when it came to life in general. His parents were mad rich, and on top of that he was good looking and quite the ladies man. Somewhere along the line Hayley had cast her love upon him, or at least the idea of him, and she was pretty determined to make him fall head over heels for her as well.

Just wanting to make her happy, I decided to lie and tell Hayley that he was indeed looking in her direction.

"I knew it. I can't look back though, that would be too obvious", she answered with a satisfied smile on her lips as she then got up from her seat, adjusted her jeans, probably to make her butt look good, picked up her tray and walked to the trashcan, throwing out the untouched lump of potato sadness.

"You know, giving her false hope truly is a noble thing to do, Summer", Vic sarcastically commented, making me shoot him a look.

"She'll find somebody new in a matter of days, I know her like that", I answered as I got up as well just as the bell rang, indicating that the next class would begin shortly.



Hayley and Victor had english together while I had to walk alone to the changing rooms next to the school gym. I absolutely dreaded physical education, but there wasn't a whole lot to do about it so I had to just suck it up.

I got changed into my usual PE-outfit consisting of a pair of retro shorts, a school t-shirt and sneakers, finishing it off by pulling my light brown hair into a ponytail. Then I headed for the gym itself, the slight smell of sweat instantly making it's way to me, making me crinkle my nose a bit.

A bunch of boys were playing football in the other end of the room, shouting all kinds of football-lingo that I didn't get one bit of. It was safe to say that I wasn't the sporty-type and probably never would be.


"Alright guys, gather around in a circle please!" Mr. Garroway, the PE-teacher, shouted as he made his way to the middle of the floor.

I only got to take a few steps out onto the floor.

"Watch out!" Somebody shouted, but it was too late and I suddenly felt a football hit me right in the face, making me fall over onto my ass, the embarrassment immediately overshadowing the throbbing pain.

"Beckham for God's sake," Garroway sighed, "would you take her to the nurse's office?"

I just laid there on the floor with my right hand covering my nose, seeing quite a bit of blood on my palm as I removed it, and for a brief second I was scared that my face had gotten permanently mutilated. 

"You alright there?" Somebody suddenly asked, and when I looked up I saw Brooklyn standing leaned over me, his light brown hair falling around his face as he reached his hand down to help me get up.

"I guess", I groaned as I grabbed his hand and slowly got up from the floor, constantly keeping my other hand over my nose to prevent the blood from staining my shirt.

"Hurry up, you two, you need to be back here in fifteen minutes", Garroway continued, and I couldn't help but groan at the thought of having to return to PE with tissue shoved up my nose or something. We did as he said though, and left the gym.


"You don't have to walk me there", I quietly said as we walked down the hallway.

"I know", Brooklyn answered as he shoved his hands in the pockets of his basket shorts. I didn't answer, the silence quickly feeling bit awkward. I had no idea what to talk to him about, let alone with blood literally streaming out of my nostrils. I usually didn't care too much about what other people thought of me, but I couldn't help but feel just a little unattractive.

Luckily we made it to the nurse's office quite quickly. She made me lay down on this table with some rolled up, damp cloth pressed to my nose to stop the bleeding. Brooklyn just kind of sat on a chair in the corner of the room with his phone, not saying anything. I tried not to look at him too much, feeling quite embarrassed by my situation, but I couldn't help it. He was wearing sneakers, basket shorts and a tank top, showing off his biceps really well. His hair was slicked back, and his skin was slightly damp from playing football.

Suddenly he turned his brown eyes towards me, and I instantly looked away, feeling a rush in my stomach for no apparent reason.

"You're Summer, right?" he quietly asked as he leaned back in the chair, running his fingers through his hair.

"Yeah", I answered and shrugged, looking back at him. He knew my name. That actually came as quite the surprise.

"I'm Brooklyn."

"I knew that", I answered as I removed the cloth from my face for a second, the sight of the blood kind of crossing me out before I just held it back up to my nose.

Then there was just silence for a while, once again making me feel a little awkward and I couldn't help but wish he'd say something once again, since I didn't have any idea of what he'd be interested in talking about.


"Y'know, I'm throwing this party on friday. I guess you could come."

"Is this your way of apologizing for kicking a football in my face?" I asked, seeing how a slight smirk formed on Brooklyn's lips for the first time, making me smile a bit as well even though I kind of meant what I said. His invitation didn't seem that sincere.

"Nah, I mean it", he answered.

His answer actually surprised me a bit. I had no idea of what I'd expected, but I usually didn't get invited to his kind of parties. He was kind of in another league.

"We should probably get back to class if you're good to go", he suddenly said as he got out of the chair, changing the subject.

I just nodded and removed the cloth from my face as I sat back up and jumped down from the table, feeling a bit dizzy from getting up too fast. Then we went back to class.

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