Brooke

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jake & audrey.

Jake took the threat serious when he got a text from some unknown contact, demanding he ditch Brooke at Hell Fest or risk losing her to the death toll. Which is why he called for backup to keep an eye on her. He still wasn’t sure if he was going to ditch her yet, but he did give her a fair warning on what was going on. Jake showed her the text after they had sex at her mother’s suite, which was when he received it. He honestly wasn’t sure who would want them apart? Why would someone want him to ditch Brooke? The only person who had a problem with him was Quinn, and he didn’t even know he was seeing his daughter behind closed doors. Other than him, there was Stu? And Audrey…who seemed to have a problem with him after he showed up at Brooke’s house three hours late, expecting to stay the night. So when Jake noticed Audrey standing with Brooke, he crept over cautiously, avoiding Audrey’s mumbled ‘hey’ which seemed more forced than genuine. She shouldn’t have even tried. “I know I am. I think I saw your parents in one of the haunted houses, Audrey. Looked just like you.” He grinned over his shoulder at the audience behind him. They knew what he was talking about. The employees were wearing bloody pig masks in their attempt to strike fear into their hearts. But the only one screaming was Brooke. 

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Given the threat Jake received via text, (which imposed on her life) Brooke made Jake swear that he wouldn’t leave her side at any point during the night. Even if she got mad at him for something stupid, or she needed to do something as simple as using the bathroom, he was instructed to stay close by. It was either that or Brooke wasn’t going to come to Hell Fest at all. And Jake had put in a lot of physical effort into getting her to agree to accompany him. He was banking on this night as much as she was banking on making out of it alive. Truthfully, Brooke didn’t know if any of the threats were real but, she didn’t want to chance it. She was too young and too fruitful to die. That much she was certain of.

“Hey Audrey,” Brooke greeted her new friend with a smile. She looked over at Audrey’s costume and in the process, tried to determine what it was she was dressed as but gave up after a full minute and was gearing up to ask. Though, she never got the chance as Audrey’s gaze shifted from her to Jake. He was still feeling territorial from the night before and decided to greet Audrey in a less than friendly manner. But, in his point of view, Audrey wasn’t being very welcoming to him either. “Jake,” Brooke sighed as she hit his stomach with her knuckles. Not hard enough to hurt him (quite truthfully, he was ripped so he barely even felt it) but with enough force that she hoped to get her point across. “What I think Jake means to say, is that it’s nice to see you. Right Jake?” Brooke turned to him with a glare, which warned him that he better play along or he could forget about getting any more nookie after the night was over. “And anyway,” Brooke tried to salvage the conversation so far at least, by snapping her attention back over to Audrey. Meanwhile, she stepped in front of Jake and leaned back against his chest before taking his arms and looping them around her stomach. “What are you supposed to be? I’m not sure I’m familiar with the character.” Brooke, on the otherhand, was a sexy feline.

@fxckpoliteness​ !

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stavo

“Hey, I’m just asking.” Gustavo shrugged with a sigh of relief because her answer was more informative than she probably intended for it to be. If the blonde wasn’t with Jake than she would have just said so, but instead she deflected, which suggested she was still with that jocky meathead. Stavo didn’t understand their relationship in the first place. Jake was an immature moron who would go no where after college. Sure, he might get to play basketball for a few years, but after that? He’ll just be another washed up drunk, asleep on a la-z-boy, balding and with a gut. Stavo, however, was going to be a famous illustrator for horror graphic novels. The Mysterious of Deadwood will be a soaring, success; he had a high amount of faith in that. The murders just kept coming, one after another; it’ll make the perfect series. “I will. I’ll do you one better, princess. I’ll tell Quinn you’ve been a dutiful daughter and welcomed me warmly. If, you hang out with me tonight. I don’t know anyone here. I shouldn’t have gone in your bedroom. That won’t happen again. But we’re both stuck in this together. Our dads are the same. They’re pushy, hopeful, determined, expectant… Why not play along for awhile? And if you and Jake are still together. I’ll help you hide him.” Stavo gave one of his friendlier smiles as he reached out to touch the girl’s shoulder. “How about the movies? There’s that new Halloween movie. It’s supposed to awesome.”  

"You're blackmailing me?" Brooke spluttered with instant aghast. So basically... Stavo was implying that if she didn't "hang out" with him tonight at the movies then he'd tell her dad she was still with Jake and their cover would be blown. But, if she does go, he'll keep his creepy mouth shut. There were tons of reasons on why Brooke shouldn't go anywhere with Stavo. For starters, she didn't want to. Second, Jake wouldn't want her to. Third, she didn't really like horror movies. And fourth, she still didn't want to. At the same time, she couldn't have Stavo opening his big mouth to her dad. Jake's shady antics haven't really improved and so Brooke's hopes of convincing Quinn that he's changed from the boy who blackmailed him and broke his nose, would be extremely difficult if not impossible. Quinn hated how much Jake constantly put himself and his daughter in danger just by being around her. "Why would you do that?" Brooke questioned him, while crossing her arms over her chest. What would Stavo have to gain out of helping her sneak around behind her father's back with Jake? What's in it for him other than Brooke pretending to get along with him? She could pretend to be his friend but nothing more. "I don't know though, I'd have to think about it. I might already have plans tonight." 

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jake.

“Had to cancel on Stu and business, but I wanted to show you I was for real.” Jake admitted from the hall before Brooke tugged him inside the room by the sleeve of his shirt. He still wasn’t sure where this was going to go but he had high hopes Brooke wouldn’t break up with him over this. She was always so this or that. It made it really hard for Jake to make mistakes and grow as a person but he couldn't blame her for wanting control in her relationship since she wasn’t getting it at home or in school. As Brooke’s best friend, Jake knew life was never easy for the mayor’s daughter. Everyone always assumed her life was so picturesque, but it wasn’t. She had more going on in her life than anyone else in Redwood and that’s why Jake wanted to whisk her away and give her that fairy tale ending she deserved. “I didn’t sta—” Jake started to complain before Brooke closed his mouth with one of her hands. In that moment he decided to shut up, not because Brooke was smothering him, but because he loved the goober. But she was still SO wrong about last night. He wasn’t being rude??? To who? Her little friend? Since when did she care about Audrey? They had, like, less than nothing in common… What was Brooke going to tell him next? That she was into Hot Topic girls with chopped hair? 

“Mmph.” Jake grunted as Brooke shoved him back before mounting his muscled hips. He could feel the pressure in her thighs as she rolled her body forward, brushing herself up and down his sensitive groin. “Ugh.. I can speak now?” Jake wanted to make sure before slapping Brooke hard on her ass and pulling her closer to his mouth, so that he could speak in hot, angry breaths against her lips, “That’s for kicking me out…” he groaned, rubbing his hand over the cheek he spanked, “And I wasn’t being rude. I showed up three hours late because a couple of lowlifes pulled guns on Stu and I. If my life wasn’t literally in jeopardy I would have been there and you know that.” Jake grunted as he slapped her ass again, a little lighter this time. “Mm. And that’s for choosing someone else over me.” Jake leaned his head up to kiss and nip at Brooke’s neck as his hands wandered her waist until they eventually slipped beneath her top and up her back to her bra. “—But you’re right, I was testing you and you failed. I would never choose someone else over you. Not even Will. He knows that. Stu knows that. You let Audrey kick me out and you backed her up. I’m pissed.” Jake rolled them over so that he was on top of her now. His fingers had unfastened her bra and his hands were roughly massaging her boobs while breathing hoarsely against her mouth. 

“—Stu got us away and I had him drop me off ASAP. I told you I’d explain. But I didn’t have the chance to in front of Audrey. She’s a snitch. I’d end up on Noah’s podcast as some Redwood Bandit.” Jake grabbed a fistful of Brooke’s hair and pulled her head back. When her chest arched foward, he dragged his tongue up her neck and sucked roughly on her lips, “mmph.” Jake was already hard and pushing himself against her as they argued into each other’s mouths, “You can make it up to me. Be my date. At Scream Break. Hell Fest.” the name sounded so deliciously sinister on Jake’s red, hot lips as he fed on Brooke’s neck before lifting her shirt up so he could wrap his warm mouth around one of her tight nipples.

At the feeling of Jake’s hand clasping down over her ass, Brooke chuckled darkly in her usual, sexually enticed way. She loved it when Jake was rough, because then he was also possessive. And nothing felt better than the feeling of being wanted so deeply and so profoundly that the person you loved and cared for couldn’t live without you either. That’s how Brooke felt about Jake and how she knew he felt about her too when she showed him the same urgency and respect. Last night, he felt like she didn’t. But, she wanted him or else she wouldn’t have texted him to come over. It wasn’t just to talk about the banquet and her arranged date with Stavo, which she knew Jake would hate, it was also about her wanting to see him despite the fact that she was pissed he stood her up. “You deserved it,” Brooke argued, while smirking down at him. As Jake proceeded to tell her why he didn’t make it, she felt a twinge of regret and remorse for turning him away. At the same time, she was mad he was still risking his life and doing dumb shit with Stu. Shit that was going to get his ass killed and then what? He’d leave her behind as her dad forced her into a relationship with Stavo? Quinn and the Acostas would have a field day with getting Jake out of the picture. He seemed to piss a lot of people off. Which ironically, only made Brooke love him more. Because Jake could be a real, class act douche or asshole to everyone else but her. She was his soft spot. And she liked that. “What are you talking about???” Brooke raked her nails aggressively down Jake’s chest over his shirt. “No,” Brooke tugged sternly on the belt buckle of Jake’s jeans, “Back it up. What do you mean, someone pulled guns on you and Stu? I thought, we talked about this Jake....” Brooke sighed as she rolled over onto her back at the exact, same moment Jake claimed the top position.

He had taken the liberty of undressing her from the waist up. “Maybe Noah should put you on his podcast. If the threat of doing so would get you to stop what you’re doing and straighten up before it’s too late. And you wonder why I won’t come clean to my dad about us.... it’s because of shit like this, Jake.” Brooke closed her eyes and bit her lip, while trying to suppress the smile that transformed after Jake grabbed a fistful of her hair and dipped her head back. He was insatiable like an animal, as he proceeded to lick a heated line up her neck and suck feverishly on her swollen, pink lips. It seemed that Brooke’s legs had spread underneath him of their own accord, so Jake could nestle himself between the heat of her thighs and thrust against her growing wet core. “I....” Brooke was caught off guard by Jake’s demand. Or rather his condition. He knew the risks. And yet, he didn’t care. “Jake,” Brooke growled as her hands cupped the back of his head and she pressed his mouth against the sensitivity of her nipple, “You can’t make those kind of demands. Not while you’re still dealing with Stu. I told you, I don’t know how many times that I don’t like him and he’s going to get you killed and it’s like you don’t even care what I think. Does this even matter to you?” Brooke hissed, as she forced his chin up and made him cease the wet suction around her breast as she nipped aggressively at his bottom lip, “Answer me,” Brooke demanded as she rolled her hips against him tauntingly from underneath him. Tonight was going to be rough and she kinda looked forward to it.

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Now… Where were we? 

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@thejakeass LOL

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stavo.

As Brooke folded her arms across her chest, her boobs were slightly pushed up, making them more obvious, which Stavo took full advantage of. Brooke had a nice big rack for such a small, petite girl. Jake was lucky, but now his time has passed. And since Quinn wanted him to move in on his daughter, he will. Why not? Sure, she was bitchy and controlling, but how incredible would it feel when he finally puts her in her place? By the end of his visit, Brooke will have fallen for him, or have fucked him, at the very least. Either way, something was bound to happen with all this tension in the room. “Why are you so pissed?” Stavo sat up and sprinted toward the door as Brooke ran down the stairs like a bratty 10-year-old. What a tattletale. “Pff.” Stavo turned back around to get a nice look at Brooke’s bedroom one last time before he descended the stairs and met her in the foyer. She still looked pissed, which meant daddy didn’t listen to her. But Stavo already knew he wouldn’t. Business was more important than her broken onyx nail, so to speak. “Why do you insist on hating me, Brooke? What have I ever done to you?” Stavo neared closer, standing over her with his arms crossed. He expected Brooke to check out his sturdy muscles, but when she didn’t, his ego deflated. What was it going to take for him to melt the princess? Maybe if he acted more like her type—which was evidently, frat boy. Stavo would need to study Jake’s way. The way he speaks, the way he moves, and the way he interacts with Brooke. She misses him; so she’ll cling to any reincarnation. As a psychologist major, Stavo knew what he was thinking would work. “Just answer me this one question and I’ll get out of your hair. Are you and Jake really over?”  

In retrospect, Brooke's answer to Stavo's question should have been --nothing. Stavo was usually very cordial. Or as cordial as he could be. Whatever darkness was hidden beneath the surface of his visage, he never showed, not to her. But, Brooke didn't appreciate the way their father's kept pushing them together like some estranged, arranged marriage. Brooke was secretly in love with Jake and that wasn't going to change. No matter how hard her dad tried to get her to warm up to other options. Options like Stavo, who didn't interest Brooke. Sure, he was okay. Maybe? To be honest, Brooke didn't really know him and she's never intended on getting to know him either. Jake hated Stavo and by association, Brooke hated him too. That was just one way she was loyal to her boyfriend. Whom Stavo miraculously brought up. She should have said 'yes' to keep her cover perfectly in tact. But, she couldn't do that because she couldn't give Stavo the impression that she was available. Better yet, she didn't want to give him that impression. But she couldn't say no either because then Stavo would run and tell her dad and her and Jake's secret rendezvous relationship would be toast. Quinn would lock her up before he allowed her to go out and ever meet up with Jake again. So, Brooke decided to go with the middle option. The elusive, you'll never know option. "That's none of your business," Brooke quipped as she raised a hand over her hip. "So, when my dad asks you the same question, feel free to tell him the same thing." 

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jake.

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Jake and Brooke’s special spot was actually Monica’s five-star suite used as a standing room whenever she was having problems at home. But Brooke had been using the room for spa weekends over the years whenever her mom was on one of her spiritual retreats; but now it was being used as a crash pad for ‘Brooke and Jake’s special time’ which meant sex and a whole lot of it. However, Jake wasn’t counting on them having sex tonight, not after he stood her up, and she kicked him out of her house for Audrey. The whole thing was just a big misunderstanding on Jake’s part. He never meant to be late for their date. He knew they didn’t get a lot of opportunities to do so because Quinn had been home a lot lately. And Jake’s parents were back from their annual trip to Mexico. And because Brooke and Jake weren’t supposed to be dating, they hardly ever got a chance to actually be together. Which was the whole reason why Jake was doing business with Stu in the first place. He wanted to buy them a dope ass crib. But now things were rocky with not only Brooke, but with Stu and El Santo, too. El Santo was the one in charge of the drug cartel and Jake had to cancel a meeting with him today because Stu was fucked up and Brooke was about ready to throw in the towel on their relationship. He was sure Audrey convinced her to do so last night. And why wouldn’t she? Jake saw the way Audrey’s drunken gaze took Brooke in. She wanted to kiss fish. Outside Brooke’s room, Jake knocked on the door. She gave him 30 minutes to be there and he took 15. Just to be safe. 

On behalf of not expecting Jake this early... Brooke looked a bit frazzled and surprised when she eventually opened the door to find him standing there on the other side. He looked a little disheveled himself (a result probably of his confrontation with Stu). In spite of their brief fight, and Jake standing her up the night before, Brooke couldn’t deny the feelings his presence provoked in her at the sight of him. She felt this sudden rush of excitement and joy swell up in her stomach like a balloon as butterflies flapped viciously inside it. Seeing him was a relief, especially after her conversation with Stavo, who apparently was going to be her new house guest for god only knows how long. If Brooke could help it, he’d be out of her hair by the end of the night. But, of course, that was wishful thinking. Jake wasn’t going to be happy when he found out the news either. In fact, he might even detest it more. Part of why Brooke relented this early on in their argument was because she knew the news would sound better coming from her. If she waited to tell him, he’d only get these twisted ideals and thoughts in his head, thinking she was actually into Stavo when she wasn’t. She never could be. Her heart was already taken by him and truthfully, Brooke didn’t want it back. She entrusted it with Jake.

“You’re early,” Brooke breathed in surprise, as she struggled to suppress the smile threatening to surface at the corners of her wet lips. “Get in here,” Brooke grabbed the sleeve of Jake’s jacket and pulled him inside as she let the door close behind him. “We need to talk Jake,” Brooke informed him. She walked backwards until her knees hit the bed and then she turned him around and forced him to sit down on the edge of the mattress. “Well, I’m going to talk now and you’re going to listen. You owe me that at least, after you stood me up.” Before Jake could protest, Brooke clasped a hand over his mouth, “You were rude last night. And I know what you were doing. You were testing me and I don’t appreciate it, Jake. Not after I waited for you. Last night was really important to me. My dad was finally gone and I had this whole stay-at-home date planned for us. To say I’m sorry for still having to hide this relationship from him. And instead of showing up on time or warning me that you were going to be late, you stood me up. It was embarrassing. And I didn’t want to be home alone because the quiet freaks me out. Audrey’s the only one who answered my texts. She was there for me, as a friend. And you can be mad about it all you want but, if you had just answered me or told me you were going to be late then I would have waited for you.” With a playful, aggressive shove, Brooke forced Jake to lay down on his back as she mounted his waist and straddled it, all the while rocking against his pelvis as tortured punishment, “What do you have to say for yourself? Now, you can speak.”

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audrey.

Audrey could feel the tension growing even as Jake left. Because she knew they apparently had a lot left to talk about despite nothing having been said. And honestly, she felt a little bad for her. Because she could imagine it being easy being in a relationship of the sort. Audrey didn’t even know if she knew how to date someone at this point. She had had boyfriends before. Nothing serious though. And since discovering she liked girls, but she had yet to actually have a girlfriend so that didn’t lend much help either. Best she could do was to take the shot with Brooke and shook her head. “No, if you let him stay then you’re just giving him the right to do it to you again. Show him what’s he’s missing you know.” She said trying to think of what to say that didn’t seem super pushy. Because it wasn’t really her place to make that call. “I think if he had been honest up front, maybe? Been like - “ Audrey put on her best impersonation of Jake at this point. “Yo, I’m with Stu, I’ll be over after lights go out.” She couldn’t help but laugh. “Or some stupid shit like he would say. Then maybe but to blow you off and then expect you to be lying here waiting for him yeah, that’s not cool.” Audrey shrugged a little but smiled. She really hoped Brooke was going to be okay. But she figured they would talk about it later and they’d be fine. 

Brooke understood where Audrey’s input was coming from. She believed in making Jake learn his lesson. Sometimes taking something away, forced someone to reevaluate how much that something meant to them. Jake’s priorities, at least recently, seemed to be geared more towards his business with Stu. And the truth was? Brooke felt left out. Like she came second to the thrill Jake got with Stu living dangerously and recklessly. It made Brooke feel insecure, like there was something she was missing that he couldn’t get from her so he had to sate his desires elsewhere. Of course, that wasn’t the case but Brooke didn’t have anything else to go on. Jake stood her up, he never even apologized and instead of explaining, he gave her half-assed excuses. Granted, the latter was only because he didn’t want to air out his business in front of Audrey. “Does he really sound like that?” Brooke laughed at Audrey’s impression of Jake. Brooke had always known a different, softer side to Jake. A side that went beyond classic frat boy or fuck boy. He put on a front except around her. “He means well, I know that. It just sucks when the person you want to be with, finds excitement somewhere else. At least you don’t think I’m crazy.” Brooke smiled weakly, because she missed Jake in spite of kicking him out and him bailing on her. The heart wants what it wants. “You up for one more round? And then, I think we could use some manicures. I have a special brand of black onyx nail polish that I think will look great on you. If you dare...” she teased.

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text  ✉️  jake

Jake: In every case, I love you

Brooke: You better :P

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Text ✉️ Brooke

Noah: Oh Brooke. Sorry I didn't realize I was texting the wrong person.

Noah: It's Noah by the way. Noah Foster.

Brooke: Now it all makes sense.

Brooke: Good luck with your milk problem, Noah.

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text  ✉️  jake

Jake: I'll be there. Promise.

Brooke: In that case, I love you.

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text  ✉️  jake

Jake: I can make your eyes roll back if that's what you want

Brooke: That requires you to show up on time ;P

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text  ✉️  jake

Jake: That's what she said.

Brooke: 🙄

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text  ✉️  jake

Jake: Yeah only cause your little friend was over. She doesn't need to know my business Brooke. It was like 2 in the morning. Why did you have to call someone else over?

Jake: & Fine. I'll be there in like 30 minutes. Wait for me.

Brooke: We can talk about that when I see you.

Brooke: 30 mins, Jake. And not a min later.

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text  ✉️  jake

Jake: I came and apologized and explained.

Jake: But if you need an encore you can meet me at the cafe

Brooke: No. You came, explained, barely! and never once said 'Brooke, I'm sorry for standing you up.' But whatever, it doesn't matter. Something's come up and it's important. I'd rather you hear it from me.

Brooke: How about our spot? (as in, her mother's standing room. which, her and jake have used for the past couple of months to occasionally hook up when Quinn was around and on high alert.)

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stavo

Stavo wasn’t expecting to get caught but when he did, he felt this amazing rush thrill through him. “Don’t be so rude,” Stavo wagged a finger in front Brooke’s face before circling ‘round her like some bloodthirsty predator. He could smell the desperation on her, rolling off her hot body as he breathes her in with unsatisfied delight. She was expecting someone else, wasn’t she? But it couldn’t have been Jake, could it? Noooo. Both Miguel and Quinn promised Stavo that Jake was no longer a problem. But just to make sure, Stavo figured he’d ask the princess himself. “Expecting someone?” his hooded eyes drank her in like a cold drink on a hot day. He was sizing her up and wondering what would be hotter: killing her or fucking her ragged? Why not both? Stavo had the time. The Acostas were going to be in Redwood until the election was over which could be another couple of weeks. At first, Stavo hated the idea, but then he heard about Hell Fest and couldn’t wait. “Your father welcomed me. He told me to come find you. We’re supposed to coordinate outfits and all that stuff. You’ve heard of a banquet, right? We’re going. Together.” Stavo whispered; his declaration drenched in hot anticipation. “And you really should drop the whole creep thing. After all, we’re going to be spending a whole lot of time together. My father and I are back. And Quinn was gracious enough to invite me to stay, here, inside your home. Hope your bed is as comfy as it looks.” Stavo took a seat at the end and rubbed his rough hand over the spot next to him. “Sit.” he demanded.  He knew girls like her liked being told what to do. She didn’t want to be spoiled, her daddy does that enough. A girl like Brooke wants to be taken. 

“Ha!” Brooke mock-laughed, though without any real amusement at all. She wasn’t going anywhere with Stavo. Regardless of whether her dad dragged her to this banquet by her hair or not. Brooke would rather shave it off than stomach a night on Stavo’s arm. “I know what a banquet is,” Brooke hissed. Did he think she lived under a rock? Obviously she didn’t. She’s been at this whole-having a parent in politics thing, a lot longer than he has. His dad wasn’t even the governer yet. There was still a 50% chance he’d lose and she’d get rid of Stavo for good. Though, knowing her dad, that wouldn’t be the case. Failure wasn’t an option. Not if Quinn could help it. He’d pay people off to get what he wants before he lost. “He wouldn’t do that,” Brooke argued as she crossed her arms over her chest. Would he? They barely even knew the Acostas. “Get up,” Brooke demanded, before she stomped her foot like a petulant child and let out a rippling, aggravated scream that ruptured hoarsely from her throat. “No way! Not happening! Absolutely not!” Brooke huffed and she puffed as she left Stavo in her bedroom to run downstairs and confront her father. She didn’t care that he was in his study with Miguel, sharing cigars and spilling tea as Jake and her coined it forever ago. “Daddy, what the hell is going on? There’s an intruder in my bedroom. Make him leave!” She demanded. Quinn looked to Miguel, wide-eyed and apologetically, “You’ll have to excuse her. She’s been going through a rough time lately. Honey, calm down. I’ve invited the Acostas to stay. It’s just for a few days until they find a more manageable and permanent footing. There’s plenty of room. Please, don’t freak out. Besides, it’ll give you and Stavo a chance to get to know one another better.” Quinn smiled as he pinched Brooke’s nose cutely. She pushed his hand away in response and screamed again as she slammed the door shut to his study on her way out. She needed help. And the only person who would hate this arrangement more than her was Jake. So, out of everyone, he’d understand right? Therefore, Brooke texted him. And was in the middle of convincing him to meet up with her when Stavo appeared downstairs in the center foyer with her. “I don’t care what my dad says, you’re not staying so don’t get comfortable.”

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text  ✉️  jake

Jake: I don't know.

Jake: Are you going to kick me out?

Brooke: Depends. Are you going to be an ass?

Brooke: That was a joke, btw.

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text  ✉️  jake

Jake: Shoot

Brooke: In person. Can you meet me?