Despite having a couple of classmates come up to Jake asking where he’d been, he remained on edge. He didn’t like being away from Brooke and all he could think about was Tyler and Quinn. Tyler, because the last time Brooke disappeared Tyler took her. And, Quinn, because Jake promised him he wouldn’t let anything like that happen again. How would Quinn feel if he knew Jake brought his little girl back to Riverwood and left her alone? He’d be livid, he’d take back every nice thing he said about Jake in that letter to Brooke. “Where are you Brooke?” after a few minutes of standing around like a lost penguin, Jake heard his phone. Bzzz. The incoming text made his body run cold with fear and then hot with rage.
Text to Jake: Nina’s here. Pls help
He knew better than to leave Brooke alone. Without caring who saw, Jake pulled the curtain back and ran through the rooms as fast as his sporty legs could launch him. But, the main door was locked. “Yo! OPEN the door!” Jake gripped the handle with a jerking motion before slamming his shoulder against the solid oak.
The moment he heard Brooke crying from the inside of the room, he looked around for some kind of weapon that could help break down the barrier between him and the love of his life, who was clearly in distress. Breathing heavily and covered in a film of hot anxiety, Jake wrenched open a nearby closet and spotted an emergency fire kit. Dark-chestnut eyes zero in on the axe. He’d use it to chop the door down and then chop Nina’s head off, though it would only grow back. Slim, tan fingers wrap around the handle before he lifts it up over his shoulder and carries it back to the door with one final warning, “Yo, stand back!” the axe was heavy as Jake grunted, taking a swing down on the doorknob. The knob fell to the floor, spinning in circles by his feet from the sheer force of his swing. “Screw you, stupid lock!” with one final blow Jake busted the door open and dropped the axe.
As Brooke burst into a string of ‘shut up’s, Nina had only one reaction: laughter. Loud, high-pitched, villainous laughter—the type you only really hear in a classic Disney movie when the evil witch hatches her manipulative plan to ruin the Princess’s life. That was much the same scenario as what was happening here, between Nina and Brooke, only Nina didn’t plan on succumbing to the Princess by the end of their movie. Once tears began streaming down the other girl’s face, Nina knew she’d cracked her, like a soft egg in the palm of her hand. She had a few obvious weak spots, Jake and Quinn being the two major ones. They were always the smartest spot to strike when it came to breaking the girl in front of her.
With every word that left Brooke’s lips, every insistence that it was Tyler or Nina or both of them who were the problem (well, duh, Nina already knew that, but she didn’t particularly care. She took joy in it, anyway), Nina simply rolled her eyes, mocking Brooke with a hand gesture akin to a child mocking another.
It wasn’t until Brooke let it slip that she thought she was pregnant with Tyler’s baby that Nina ceased all mocking and took a giant leap towards Brooke so that she stood right in front of her, right in her face. “What did you just say?” Nina asked strongly, towering over her in a dominant manner. She could talk shit about her and Tyler as much as she wanted to. Nina didn’t give two craps what the girl thought, considering the only opinion she cared about was her own. But when it came to the fact that Brooke nearly gave birth to her boyfriend’s child, that was when she started to care. “What’d you do, stop taking your birth control so you could tie him down for good? You fucking who—” and just then, her voice was cut off by the sound of the door busting open, revealing none other than Jake Fitzgerald wielding a bright red axe.
With a roll of her eyes, Nina turned to look at him straight on, crossing one arm over the other. “Of course, here’s Prince Charming, coming to save the day. Pathetic,” Nina practically spit in the other girl’s face as she turned back to look at her with disgust. “This girl almost gave birth to your sworn enemy’s baby and you still went and wifed her up? Some balls you have,” she added on, slowly making her way towards Jake. The axe wasn’t scaring her at all. “Enjoy your miserable life together. I hope the trailer you two wind up living in has enough room for your five inbred children.” The words were spoken as she brushed past Jake, pushing him out of her way so she could exit the room, leaving them to their no-doubt Nicholas Sparks novel-esque reunion.
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