Queen Bee

Brooke Cromwell; 17; Social Elite Witch

[brooke-cromwell]

She walked out of Skylight, focusing on the books in her hand as she let the door fall closed behind her. She skimmed through the pages of the first one, stopping when she saw a detailed drawing of a pentagram, an intricate spell laid out on the page opposite. She was glancing at the details of the curse until she missed the first step outside the bookstore and landed hard on her arm, her books spilling away from her.

"Dammit!"

[sadisticrxgue-deactivated201410]

Oh that’s lovely- yeah, no I don’t care, so go away.

[brooke-cromwell]

Ciaran, shove out of the way, I need the book behind you. Which--if you listened--you would have heard.

[cassiethemunchkin-blog]

Yeah, I got caught out in the rain. Is it important? I really wanna change.

[brooke-cromwell]

Oh, I was just coming over to see if you wanted to have another girl's night. I've got Chinese and a Netflix account with Doctor Who waiting to be seen?

[unaboydable]

I didn’t say you could sit there.

[brooke-cromwell]

Well, I didn't say that you could dress like that, but we all get by.

[matthewpiercee]

A quiet town is never good.

[brooke-cromwell]

Well, how about a beautiful girl to liven it up? How ya doing, Matty?

[harley-clark-blog]

—…

Get the fuck away from me.

[brooke-cromwell]

Oh, hey, Harlow? Don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out. Or do, I really don't care at this point.

[lawdhave-mercy]

Okay, Brookie. Only one HBIC? I get that. I can be the good queen to your evil one. I would hate to be a princess. Tiara’s look super uncomfortable.

[brooke-cromwell]

Good, we need balance to keep the kingdom from falling apart. I'll keep them in shape, you keep them happy. It's a flawless system, we can't fuck with it now.

[blacksheephamilton-deactivated2]

Finally

[blacksheephamilton-deactivated2]

Well, I guess I’ve no reason to refuse then. Thanks, I could use the help seeing as I’ve managed to get lost in this town about six times already.

[brooke-cromwell]

Oh, it's absolutely no problem. I need a good thing in my life right about now, anyways. And yeah, for a small town, Beacon Hills is pretty confusing.

So, what's brought you here, then?

[lawdhave-mercy]

I know!! Ah, so exciting.

You would disown me over bitchiness? Rude, Brookie. I wouldn’t call myself a saint, but I kinda like that I’m not a bitch either.

[brooke-cromwell]

Not disown you, but you'd probably have to be a princess instead of a co-queen. I don't make the laws of the court. It's only my job to enforce them.

[elsabrooks]

Get creative.

[brooke-cromwell]

Mmm, let me think. Okay, I bet you were from this super boring town where nothing ever happened until a tornado rolled along and picked you up and dropped you down here.

Am I close?

[artemisfairfax-blog]

The honest truth? You look amazing both of them. Depends on what the occasion is — what is the occasion?

[brooke-cromwell]

Well, Sunshine, you're too sweet to me. I'm thinking of going to Karma...wanna tag along?

[dianahawkins]

Holy water cannot help you now

[dianahawkins]

This is true. That man is god’s gift to well all of us. I can see this. For the majority of the people you would be correct but there is a small fraction of us that still have managed to keep our brain cells working and functioning. So maybe one of us will end up with him. He should really stop with the bimbo Victoria Secret Models. He needs a challenge. 

And Hummus. Don’t you ever forget the hummus.

[brooke-cromwell]

We should just take the Hunger Games and change it so that the winner gets him. I don't think I would have any issue with taking out twenty-three bitches to end up with that ring on my finger. Are we thinking that'd be enough of a challenge for him?

Plus the pita chips, they're a must-have in my life.

[harley-clark-blog]

I’m sorry for actually taking you for your word when you told me you would never go after him. I broke up with him because I thought—I knew I was upsetting him. But you told me, you promised you would never go after him. You fucking lied to my face. Is there anything else you want to tell me about, Brooke? What, are you going to fuck my dad now? Maybe you’re going to fuck another teacher too, huh?

Did I ever once use you? Ever? You tried to fucking buy me off, didn’t you? Is that what all those gifts were for?

[brooke-cromwell]

Oh, grow up. It's like when you don't say someone looks fat in a top because that's the nice thing to do, whether it's true or not. You said he was fair game, it came directly from you, so I played. And if you upset him so much, then you should be thanking me for giving him the upper. At least I did something for him after you left him to rot.

Why would I want to tell you anything? I talk to my friends, and you don't qualify as that anymore. And yes, unfortunately. I had a minute of guilt and tried to do something for you. But don't you worry, I'm over that.

[harley-clark-blog]

You were the only fucking person who knew I liked Tristan. The only one I trusted with that secret because fuck knows I never have the time to talk about boys. You knew I liked him and you fucked him. But I guess since you didn’t trust our friendship it really wasn’t a friendship at all. So fuck you.

[brooke-cromwell]

I'm sorry. So sorry. For following you own fucking advice. You were the one who broke up with him, right? And you were the one who told me that it'd be fine for me to sleep with him. If you liked him so damn much, then why did you treat him like you couldn't care less, bitch. There wasn't even a friendship to trust. You had me there for when you were benefited by it, and past that I was nothing to you. It looks like you'll need a new chew toy.

[harley-clark-blog]

Tristan told me because he’s my friend. Unlike you.

[brooke-cromwell]

Oh, you want to talk about not being friends, Clark? Then why don't we talk about how you never really considered me one anyway.

[harley-clark-blog]

Punching you was worth it.

I can’t believe you slept with him.

[brooke-cromwell]

-- Oh.

 How did...how did you know?

[harley-clark-blog]

What the fucking hell? Really? I don’t think even Satan would defend you on this one. They say the deepest circle of hell is reserved for traitors, you know. I bet they have a spot all picked out for you.

[brooke-cromwell]

And what do they say about bitches with anger management problems? What is your damage? And this time, keep your hands to yourself because I swear if you punch me again, you'll lose the hand.