Brooklyn practically had Wyatt by his balls. No matter how much he tried to deny it to his best friend, he bent at her will. Whatever she wanted him to do he did it - even though she didn’t necessarily treat him the best. He was supposed to meet her tonight, but part of him was starting to get the feeling that she wasn’t going to show. And, to his dismay, that part of him had been right. His best friend, Todd, claimed that going to a part would cheer Wyatt up and even though he didn’t want to go - Todd made him, anyway. ‘Well, I know where your ‘girlfriend’ is.’ Todd gave Wyatt a gentle nudge and pointed in the direction of Brooklyn dancing extremely close with another boy, making Wyatt’s heart sink. He quickly found solitude in the bathroom, and when there was a knock on the door, he opened it to the tiny brunette. “Hey, Brooklyn.” He mumbled, looking away from her.
Brooklyn could easily break Wyatt’s heart and still have him crawling back, that she knew, perhaps it’s why she slept around and did whatever she want, he’d always be there to listen to her tired apologies. She almost did show up, but flaked the second an opportunity to do something more exciting had arisen, per usual. She’d take a party over some stupid date with Wyatt, any day. She laughed while she danced, her slight buzz given to her by the beers she’d had earlier, her stomach did backflips when she saw him. Not because she was remorseful, but simply because she knew her fun was over, and she’d have to put on her sad puppy dog act yet again. She took a few deep breaths before following him to the bathroom, waiting a while before closing the door behind them. “Hey Wyatt.” She said hopping up on the sink, “I’m sorry you had to see that, I lost track of time, and I really did want to go on our date.” The fake tears began welling in her puppy dog eyes right on cue, “I’m really sorry, please don’t be mad at me.”
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