Times change...people shouldn't, chapter 1
BEEP BEEP BEEP "I heard you already God " Brooke yelled as she tossed her pillow across the room and knocked the alarm off the desk. She sighed before tossing her blankets off her and squinted in the bright California sun shining through her window. Normally, she would have been up an hour ago to make her way to her private Catholic school about 45 minutes away, but today was different and she was nervous.
She had been to the same school with the same people since she was 3 years old, they all grew up together as close as friends could ever be. But life and time goes on and 8th grade came, leading them all to different high schools. It was hard but they managed to see each other all the time during freshman and sophomore year. Brooke had always put on this happy face and acted like she loved her school when she was with those girls because they all seems so happy too, but she really wasn't. Everything was the same at her school, the fake rich people who are all into the same things... Hip hop, money, and themselves.. Wow some school, she had been the only into puck/rock music at her school and when dress down day came she stood out. Not in the fact that she dressed very punk at all. Actually she was almost the opposite, but she wouldn't be dressed in Prada, and Fendi like everyone else.
She had tolerated it for the first two years but went insane in the beginning of junior year, and here she was... Getting ready to go to her first day at public school, ever. She he'sitated to leave because she didn't want her friends to think she was changing but she had to do what was best for her.
"What to wear..." she muttered to herself as she fingered through her dresser. She decided on a pair of tight light blue jeans and a grey short sleeve tight shirt with silver lettering from Abercombie. She decked it out with some long vintage looking pearls, and diamond stud earrings. She let her brown hair with dirty blonde highlights fall naturally, as she lined her bright green eyes with some black eyeliner, and applied some mascara, finally she put on some clear lip gloss and stepped back and looked in the mirror and laughed to herself as she looked around her room.
The wall that her bed was up against was painted a hot darkish pink, and had some of her favorite lyrics written in black lettering that she was working on herself, and had a Green Day poster on each side of the bed.
The wall opposite from it was the same, and the other 2 walls were painted white and covered in pictures of friends, and bands.
"God could I be any different?" she said to herself. She shrugged. She liked her room, her clothes and her music, she didn't care what anyone said.
Just then she heard her mother's voice call from downstairs. "Brooke! Are you ready?!" She jumped as she grabbed her purse, sprayed some perfume, and slipped on some shoes before running downstairs.
"My, my don't you look nice?... Hoping to meet someone aside from all the Italian boys your used to?" Brooke groaned. At her old school it had only been wanna-be rapper Italian boys that looked like they all came from Brooklyn. "Please.. Don't remind me of them!" she giggled as she grabbed her keys and kissed her mom good-bye. "Have a good day!" she called out before Brooke shut the door, and climbed into her new Lexus SUV and flipped through her cd book and decided on listening to American Idiot, she clicked to Jesus of Suburbia and drove off.
*at school*
Brooke drove into the parking lot and got out and looked around. This was defiantly different then private school. Her family wasn't rich but it certainly looked that way... Pulling up in her new car, with her nice clothes and bag. She just happened to like expensive things and have a way of getting them.
Her heart raced as she saw a group of punk boys up ahead. They had always been her weak spot. She had the problem of attracting stupid jocks because of her style and turning the punks away for the same reason. "If they got to know me" she would always think. "They could see I'm not a preppie poser." Nothing got Brooke more angry then when people called her a poser. She knew more about music and the bands she loved more then anyone, and she shouldn't have to dress a certain way just to show it.
As Brooke got closer and closer to the boys she started to think. "I'm a new school... I can be anyone I want to be. No one knows me. Right?" She decide to flirt a little with them and play up the whole new girl thing.
When she reached the boys she stopped in front of them and cleared her throat. "Um, hey I'm Brooke." she said extending her hand to one of the boys in front. They all sat there and stared blankly at her. She took her hand back and continued. "Anyway I'm new here, do you think one of you could show me where my home room is?" They continued to stare at her, while one of them looked her over. She noticed his bright green eyes run up and down her body as his jet black hair moved in the wind and couldn't help but stare at him as well. "Why don't you get lost prep." A tall brown haired one in the front said standing up. "Sorry, I jus-.." she said backing up before the boy who she had been looking at cut her off. "Shut up Dave!" he said hitting the boy who had just yelled at her in the back of the head. "I'll bring the prep to her home room and come back, it's not a big deal." "whatever dude!" Dave said sitting down and starting a new conversation with the other boys.
Brooke stood there and waited for the boy to climb out of the back of the crowd and over to her. "Come on." he said leading her into the building.
"Can I see your program?" He said when they got inside. Brooke nodded and rummaged through her bag for it. He watched her as he noticed a few a pins on the shoulder strap. One of them was from American Idiot, 2 from Dookie, and 1 from 1, 039. "Green day fan?" he said looking her over once again. "Huh?" she said looking up and into his bright, electric green eyes. He laughed and reached to her pins and pointed at them. "OoO" she said "yea... Their my favorite. Do you like them?" He laughed quietly to himself "yea.. I guess you can say that. I uh, wouldn't expect someone like you be into them though." Brooke sighed "every one says that. I guess I should be used it right?" "Hey, it's cool with me that you're into it. I mean look me and my friends!" he said trying to make a joke out of it. Brooke looked up at the boy who wasn't much taller then her... Maybe about 5'7. Then again it wasn't very hard to be taller then her. She was on the shorter side. She noticed his black Ramones tee shirt, and baggy jeans with black vans. She snapped herself out of it and handed him her program card. She felt his calloused fingers take it out of her hand and she watched him as he looked it over. "I wonder if he plays the guitar." She thought as she continued to watch him. "HEY!" he yelled causing her to jump. "You have home room, lunch and chem with me!" he said smiling and handing it back to her. "Really? Cool!" she said. "Ya know.. It might help if I caught your name.." she said a little more flirty then before. He smiled slyly "Joey.. You?" he said putting out his hand. Brooke grabbed his hand "Brooke." she said smiling and feeling his warm hand pull away. "Do you play the guitar?" she asked as the bell rang and he walked her off to home room. "Yea... How did you know?" he said looking down at her. "Just wondering." she said as they turned into the classroom and Joey took his seat. Brooke walked quietly up to the teacher and noticed al the jocks with their eyes bugging out their heads. "Ugh... That's the last thing I want." she thought looking in the back at Joey and his friends talking. He diverted his attention from them and focused on her, she looked back at him and he nodded in her direction. Brooke blushed and looked away toward the teacher. "Hi, I'm new here... My name is Brooke." The young women looked over the list of names and nodded. "Ah yes! Brooke Callaway!.. Class this a new student.. Brooke Callaway please make her feel welcome. Brooke honey you can go sit in front of Joseph right over there." she said pointing to the vacant seat in front of Joey. Brooke smiled and nodded as she walked all the way through the jocks and their cat calls and sat in her new seat near Joey and his friends. "Great, just what we need... A preppie bitch!" the boy, Dave said who had made fun of her earlier. "Shut up man!" Joey scolded "she's not that bad!" "Joey man I think the pot is getting to you." Dave teased. Joey just muttered something and stared at the back of Brooke's head for a while.
It wasn't long before the bell rang and she went to her first period... Chemistry. "Ew, what a bad subject to start my day off with. She thought. "O well, at least I have Joey in that class."
She made her way out of home room and was pulled to the side by Joey and jumped. He laughed to himself at how jumpy she was "Sorry. I just thought I would walk you to chem.. Since you don't... Um know where it is or anything." Brooke smiled sweetly at him "yea that would be great." Brooke actually knew where all her classes were. The day before she had come to the school for a tour and information, but it bought her extra time to talk and flirt with Joey.
They made is to chem on the 4th floor and Joey walked over to his seat. This time right in the front. Brooke was again introduced tot he class and told to take a seat. The only open seat was one in the corner of the room filled with people she should be used to by now... Rich, self absorbed, jocks. "B-e-a-utiful." she muttered as she passed Joey and walked to her seat.
The class dragged by, she was pretty good at chemistry, considering she had already taken it. She laughed as she watched Joey shoot his pen up in the air and see it get stuck in the ceiling. Upon seeing this every one laughed, causing the teacher to turn around. "Mr. Armstrong not again!... Principal's office... NOW!" she said with her hands on her hips. Joey got up and bowed in front of the class as he grabbed his stuff and walked out. "O so that's his last name.. Armstrong..." Brooke thought. "Joseph Armstrong... JOSEPH ARMSTRONG?!"
She had been to the same school with the same people since she was 3 years old, they all grew up together as close as friends could ever be. But life and time goes on and 8th grade came, leading them all to different high schools. It was hard but they managed to see each other all the time during freshman and sophomore year. Brooke had always put on this happy face and acted like she loved her school when she was with those girls because they all seems so happy too, but she really wasn't. Everything was the same at her school, the fake rich people who are all into the same things... Hip hop, money, and themselves.. Wow some school, she had been the only into puck/rock music at her school and when dress down day came she stood out. Not in the fact that she dressed very punk at all. Actually she was almost the opposite, but she wouldn't be dressed in Prada, and Fendi like everyone else.
She had tolerated it for the first two years but went insane in the beginning of junior year, and here she was... Getting ready to go to her first day at public school, ever. She he'sitated to leave because she didn't want her friends to think she was changing but she had to do what was best for her.
"What to wear..." she muttered to herself as she fingered through her dresser. She decided on a pair of tight light blue jeans and a grey short sleeve tight shirt with silver lettering from Abercombie. She decked it out with some long vintage looking pearls, and diamond stud earrings. She let her brown hair with dirty blonde highlights fall naturally, as she lined her bright green eyes with some black eyeliner, and applied some mascara, finally she put on some clear lip gloss and stepped back and looked in the mirror and laughed to herself as she looked around her room.
The wall that her bed was up against was painted a hot darkish pink, and had some of her favorite lyrics written in black lettering that she was working on herself, and had a Green Day poster on each side of the bed.
The wall opposite from it was the same, and the other 2 walls were painted white and covered in pictures of friends, and bands.
"God could I be any different?" she said to herself. She shrugged. She liked her room, her clothes and her music, she didn't care what anyone said.
Just then she heard her mother's voice call from downstairs. "Brooke! Are you ready?!" She jumped as she grabbed her purse, sprayed some perfume, and slipped on some shoes before running downstairs.
"My, my don't you look nice?... Hoping to meet someone aside from all the Italian boys your used to?" Brooke groaned. At her old school it had only been wanna-be rapper Italian boys that looked like they all came from Brooklyn. "Please.. Don't remind me of them!" she giggled as she grabbed her keys and kissed her mom good-bye. "Have a good day!" she called out before Brooke shut the door, and climbed into her new Lexus SUV and flipped through her cd book and decided on listening to American Idiot, she clicked to Jesus of Suburbia and drove off.
*at school*
Brooke drove into the parking lot and got out and looked around. This was defiantly different then private school. Her family wasn't rich but it certainly looked that way... Pulling up in her new car, with her nice clothes and bag. She just happened to like expensive things and have a way of getting them.
Her heart raced as she saw a group of punk boys up ahead. They had always been her weak spot. She had the problem of attracting stupid jocks because of her style and turning the punks away for the same reason. "If they got to know me" she would always think. "They could see I'm not a preppie poser." Nothing got Brooke more angry then when people called her a poser. She knew more about music and the bands she loved more then anyone, and she shouldn't have to dress a certain way just to show it.
As Brooke got closer and closer to the boys she started to think. "I'm a new school... I can be anyone I want to be. No one knows me. Right?" She decide to flirt a little with them and play up the whole new girl thing.
When she reached the boys she stopped in front of them and cleared her throat. "Um, hey I'm Brooke." she said extending her hand to one of the boys in front. They all sat there and stared blankly at her. She took her hand back and continued. "Anyway I'm new here, do you think one of you could show me where my home room is?" They continued to stare at her, while one of them looked her over. She noticed his bright green eyes run up and down her body as his jet black hair moved in the wind and couldn't help but stare at him as well. "Why don't you get lost prep." A tall brown haired one in the front said standing up. "Sorry, I jus-.." she said backing up before the boy who she had been looking at cut her off. "Shut up Dave!" he said hitting the boy who had just yelled at her in the back of the head. "I'll bring the prep to her home room and come back, it's not a big deal." "whatever dude!" Dave said sitting down and starting a new conversation with the other boys.
Brooke stood there and waited for the boy to climb out of the back of the crowd and over to her. "Come on." he said leading her into the building.
"Can I see your program?" He said when they got inside. Brooke nodded and rummaged through her bag for it. He watched her as he noticed a few a pins on the shoulder strap. One of them was from American Idiot, 2 from Dookie, and 1 from 1, 039. "Green day fan?" he said looking her over once again. "Huh?" she said looking up and into his bright, electric green eyes. He laughed and reached to her pins and pointed at them. "OoO" she said "yea... Their my favorite. Do you like them?" He laughed quietly to himself "yea.. I guess you can say that. I uh, wouldn't expect someone like you be into them though." Brooke sighed "every one says that. I guess I should be used it right?" "Hey, it's cool with me that you're into it. I mean look me and my friends!" he said trying to make a joke out of it. Brooke looked up at the boy who wasn't much taller then her... Maybe about 5'7. Then again it wasn't very hard to be taller then her. She was on the shorter side. She noticed his black Ramones tee shirt, and baggy jeans with black vans. She snapped herself out of it and handed him her program card. She felt his calloused fingers take it out of her hand and she watched him as he looked it over. "I wonder if he plays the guitar." She thought as she continued to watch him. "HEY!" he yelled causing her to jump. "You have home room, lunch and chem with me!" he said smiling and handing it back to her. "Really? Cool!" she said. "Ya know.. It might help if I caught your name.." she said a little more flirty then before. He smiled slyly "Joey.. You?" he said putting out his hand. Brooke grabbed his hand "Brooke." she said smiling and feeling his warm hand pull away. "Do you play the guitar?" she asked as the bell rang and he walked her off to home room. "Yea... How did you know?" he said looking down at her. "Just wondering." she said as they turned into the classroom and Joey took his seat. Brooke walked quietly up to the teacher and noticed al the jocks with their eyes bugging out their heads. "Ugh... That's the last thing I want." she thought looking in the back at Joey and his friends talking. He diverted his attention from them and focused on her, she looked back at him and he nodded in her direction. Brooke blushed and looked away toward the teacher. "Hi, I'm new here... My name is Brooke." The young women looked over the list of names and nodded. "Ah yes! Brooke Callaway!.. Class this a new student.. Brooke Callaway please make her feel welcome. Brooke honey you can go sit in front of Joseph right over there." she said pointing to the vacant seat in front of Joey. Brooke smiled and nodded as she walked all the way through the jocks and their cat calls and sat in her new seat near Joey and his friends. "Great, just what we need... A preppie bitch!" the boy, Dave said who had made fun of her earlier. "Shut up man!" Joey scolded "she's not that bad!" "Joey man I think the pot is getting to you." Dave teased. Joey just muttered something and stared at the back of Brooke's head for a while.
It wasn't long before the bell rang and she went to her first period... Chemistry. "Ew, what a bad subject to start my day off with. She thought. "O well, at least I have Joey in that class."
She made her way out of home room and was pulled to the side by Joey and jumped. He laughed to himself at how jumpy she was "Sorry. I just thought I would walk you to chem.. Since you don't... Um know where it is or anything." Brooke smiled sweetly at him "yea that would be great." Brooke actually knew where all her classes were. The day before she had come to the school for a tour and information, but it bought her extra time to talk and flirt with Joey.
They made is to chem on the 4th floor and Joey walked over to his seat. This time right in the front. Brooke was again introduced tot he class and told to take a seat. The only open seat was one in the corner of the room filled with people she should be used to by now... Rich, self absorbed, jocks. "B-e-a-utiful." she muttered as she passed Joey and walked to her seat.
The class dragged by, she was pretty good at chemistry, considering she had already taken it. She laughed as she watched Joey shoot his pen up in the air and see it get stuck in the ceiling. Upon seeing this every one laughed, causing the teacher to turn around. "Mr. Armstrong not again!... Principal's office... NOW!" she said with her hands on her hips. Joey got up and bowed in front of the class as he grabbed his stuff and walked out. "O so that's his last name.. Armstrong..." Brooke thought. "Joseph Armstrong... JOSEPH ARMSTRONG?!"
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