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The tall,dark male knew his little blonde queen was close to coming undone all over his bigcock; her abs were tightening and her momentum was quickening as she undoubtedlychased the building climax that wasjust about ready to erupt. “Hang in there – almost.” Jake groaned, he was going to cum a second time; one handwrapped around her hair while the other skillfully rubbed her aching clit. Brooke’smovements were uneven and spent as she came all over his length. When sheattempted to stop him just after, Jake buried deeper – relishing in the rush of another release. “Ugh wait.” His thrusts were wet as he bounced off her rosy cheeks. Bothhands rode up her ribs to eagerly cup and massage her heavy breasts. “stay with me,brooke.” He whispered in her ear as he held her up against his warm torso,thrusting at full tilt. Like an explosion, Jake busted inside her again; letting her, slick throbbing walls milk him dry.

Just as hefinished, Brooke wasted little time making sure he got dressed at the samespeed as her. “—You can’t rush the Jake.” a playful grin was tossed her way overhis tan shoulder – bent down, inching up his boxer briefs. When the door burstopen, Jake shot up – getting his boxers over his package just in time. “Yobro?! Privacy! We’re trying onclothes!” though Jake liked to think of himself as convincing, there was nocovering up the scent of sex is the air.

Escorted outanyway, Jake made sure they weren’t being touched in any way. “…A diversion?”Jake whispered to make sure he heard Brooke right. “All right, uh –“ Jake hadto think up something quick; which shouldn’t be a problem for the prince ofpranks. However in this very moment, Jake couldn’t think of anything other thansomething extremely dramatic. So, he started wheezing and holding his chest. “Myinhaler! I left my inhaler!” Jake bent over – letting Brooke collaborate hisstory. “Hurry! I have a condition, man!” Security knew of the lawsuit the storewould be facing if he didn’t at least check into the story and so he unclipped his walkie and alerted the dressing room department. Jake was on his knees – notime to waste. So the guard reluctantly sprinted toward the dressing rooms himself. With laughter, Jake shot back up and grabbed Brooke and ran the other way.

However, just as they made a sharp turn around the corner they nearly collided with Quinn.

With her hand in his, Brooke took off running, trying to keep the same pace as her boyfriend who, by the way, was nearly three feet taller than her. Therego, he had longer legs and faster strides. Just when Brooke was about to tug Jake’s hand and yield him to slow down, the two of them stopped abruptly to avoid the impact of hitting someone. Quinn, more specifically. A-K-A; her dad. Who looked annoyed at first that the kids gunning for him were being way too reckless. When noting one of those kids was his very own daughter, Quinn couldn’t help but scowl and immediately blame Jake. Somehow, any trouble Brooke got into while in Jake’s presence was always his fault. No if’s, and’s or but’s about it. It’d always be his fault. Until, Brooke one day came to her senses and dumped him. Quinn couldn’t wait for that day. But little did he know, that day would never come. Not if Brooke could help it. She was finally with Jake. And they were happy. She had everything she wanted with him. And more.

“Dad,” Brooke breathed; struggling to catch her breath. “We were just on our way to meet you. Lunch at Georgetown, right?” Letting go of Jake’s hand, Brooke smiled reassuringly up at him. As if saying it wasn’t him, it just wasn’t exactly appropriate to be holding hands out in the open yet. She could tell the look on her father’s face was already questionable and suspicious and she wanted to slowly build her father’s love for Jake back up. Baby steps. “I wasn’t aware you were bringing a guest.” Judging by her ‘we’ in that statement, Quinn caught on to their party of two now becoming a party of three. “Daddy,” Brooke sighed. She didn’t want them to fight. She wanted Jake there. And if Quinn truly cared about making this work, he had to accept that. “You two go ahead. I’ll meet you there. I’m just dropping something off.” The look on Brooke’s face conveyed an ‘Are you sure?’ kind of question. Quinn simply nodded and walked off, but not without glowering at the boy glued to his daughter’s side. Jake had become a pest. A rodent, he just couldn’t seem to get rid of.

With Quinn out of earshot and headed off in the other direction, Brooke re-laced her fingers with Jake’s and walked the rest of the way to his truck waiting for them in the parking lot. “Are you sure you don’t want to bail? I mean, I’d understand if it’s too much. But, I do want you there. He’ll just have to learn to accept it.”

#th: carnival #thejakefitzgerald

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Agonized gasps hiss from sucked and bitten lips, refraining from moaning too loud. Jake was trying to be quiet knowing they were in a store, in the middle of the day, but the more Brooke gyrated into his thrusts, the harder it became to hold it in. “Fuck, oh my god,” more rapidly, he began panting, “—don’t stop.” he begged; his hands cupping her waist to keep her steady on her feet. As Brooke reached for a rack Jake massaged hers. Aching breasts bounce lively in the cups of his hands. Fingers brush hardened nipples, exciting them erect. Brooke was losing it – eyes rolled back, knees shivering. Jake would have smiled proudly if it wasn’t for the overwhelming pleasure that kept him solely thrusting for more.

Athletic legs stood their ground, bulging with muscle, driving the swing of powerful hips. They had become so loud that their time alone had alerted a very nosey salesmen. The feminine tone outside the stall, which belonged to a man, only slowed Jake –not stop him. Swaying hips stutter as warm hands hold her waist, he could feel her shivering, and he wasn’t sure if it was because of him –or the man outside. Jake then figured, why not make the situation more fun? As, Brooke answered the salesperson in a strangled tone, Jake brought a hand up over her lips and slowly moved another down her ribs. The leather shoes beneath the door had not moved. He was listening, that much was certain. Fingers press to her clit, strumming the bean as he continued holding her mouth shut. “Are you sure?” the man continued to pester. The guy didn’t know what to think and so he stalked off to find the manager. Meanwhile, Jake made a ponytail with Brooke’s hair, holding it like a horse’s rein as he brought her to her tippy-toes in fast, upward thrusts. He was so close, pulsing inside her. “Brooke, —babe.” Security was marching across the store – as Jake’s thrusts were in a march of their own – pounding shamelessly; his seed burst like popped balloon, soaking her constricting walls around his thick, relentless girth.

As per usual, Jake couldn’t resist putting them in a more awkward and troublesome situation. Brooke should have known that giving into public desires would have awarded them unwanted attention. Alas, it was too late to stop now. Jake had her right where he wanted her. Bent over, panting, and begging for more. The challenge was finishing before either of them got caught and potentially thrown out for being so noiselessly sketchy. “Mm!” Brooke hummed under the weight of Jake’s hand pressed over her mouth to stiffle her moans. The salesperson couldn’t get a decent answer and as a result, walked off to locate the manager. In the meantime, Brooke squirmed beneath Jake, moaning with dire need as he strummed her wet bud, applying extra pleasure and stimulation that would no doubt, drive her directly over the edge. “Fuck,” Brooke lashed out as she felt Jake tug on her hair. He was so.... hot to her in the moment, she almost couldn’t believe it was real. But the rumbling of footsteps outside of the dressing room, barreling towards them snapped her back to reality. She let herself cum around him, soaking him in her warm juices before she stood up and freed herself from his grasp.

Playfully, Brooke pressed on Jake’s chest. Silently urging him to snap into it and get dressed. It didn’t matter if they got caught. Not really, but it would be hella embarrassing if they were escorted out in an overdramatic way. It wouldn’t fair well with Brooke wanting to keep their relationship on the downlow until she felt it was the right time to come clean to her dad. “Get dressed,” Brooke ushered him. She managed to slip back into her original outfit (prior to the dress) before security busted open the door. Luckily, Brooke was blocking their view of Jake, who was in the process of slipping on his pants and boxers. “The manager is requesting that you two leave. Get dressed and then you’ll follow me.” A man in his mid-50′s stood outside of the door, clearly a security guard, and waited for them to get dressed. Once they did, all eyes were on them as Brooke held Jake’s hand and they were escorted out of the store along with the rest of their belongings.

As they followed security, Brooke pulled out her phone with her free hand to check the time, and then nudged Jake. “We have to go. Or else we’ll be late meeting my dad. We need a diversion.” Seeing as they were caged in by three security guards, slipping away wouldn’t be that easy. But, if Brooke knew Jake at all, he’d be up to the challenge.

#th: carnival

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CARNIVAL THREAD -- CONT. FROM AIM: @thejake-fitzgerald

When Brooke drew her hand away from his crotch, Jake grinned noticing the corners of her mouth pulling up into a sly smirk; one she couldn’t hide no matter how badly she may have wanted to. Her gasp and the high-pitched complaint she issued did nothing to dissolve his attempt in getting her to have a little naughty time in the small dressing room, full of body-length mirrors and an audience just outside the public door. “What?” he asked with playful naivety when she questioned his advances. “My cock is so hard, babe. I can’t just walk around the mall letting you hang your shopping bags off it,” a mirth colored smile sparkled flecks of honey in his otherwise dark lustful eyes. Surprisingly, she continued to stand her ground as he rubbed and caressed her small waist under his warm, strong hands. “We are shopping….” His words were quiet as he lifted the bottom of her dress and held the fabric in a fist, exposing her black panties. When Brooke commented on his ‘bad’ behavior before grabbing his face and taking his mouth into hers, he groaned against the laving of her hot tongue, moaning as he backed her up against a mirror. His girth was burning his thigh, hot and pulsing. Between panting mouths, he groaned and grinned, letting his jacket and then his shirt slide off his tan shoulders. He had gotten Brooke to the point of no return as she fiddled with his pants until his heavy cock was out and he was turning her around to face the mirror. While holding onto her hips, she managed to pull the dress up over her head while he pulled the black lace down her thighs. Without a condom, he pushed the hot swollen head of his cock between her legs, slowly enveloping his length in her constricting tightness. She was small but wet, which helped as he thrusted. Behind her, he cupped her warm boobs in his palms, kneading her swollen mounds, while kissing her neck.

"Sure you can," Brooke laughed. Though, she didn't actually believe that. The thought, however, was amusing. Nevertheless, Brooke couldn't curb the butterflies fluttering in her stomach when Jake made his attraction to her, known. Having the power to turn him inside out and light a fire inside him, pleased her. Jake wanting her as badly as he did, made Brooke feel good. Maybe even better than good. "You know what I mean," Brooke quipped when Jake restated the obvious. To some extent, yes, they were shopping. But right now, they were getting way too far, off track. Yet, Brooke didn't want Jake to stop. She liked this side of him. The side that would take her any time the moment struck. It was hot. But, what was even hotter was Jake taking control, turning her around and helping her pull off the dress clinging to her frame before easing the lacy black panties from her spray-tanned legs. "Mmmgh," Brooke moaned, biting into her lower lip as she faced the mirror and watched herself being fucked by Jake. A slow, sexy smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she gazed intently at Jake's expressions, gyrating against his lap, as she urged him to go faster. Given that they were in public, Brooke tried to suppress her whimpering as Jake massaged her chest, toying with her perky breasts by squeezing and flicking her nipples with his fingers. Watching him do it, made the whole thing even more exciting. To the point, Brooke needed to grab onto one of the makeshift clothes hangers like she would have, her sanity. It took everything in her to stifle the sounds that were straining her vocal chords on account of her refusing to let them loose and give away to what they were up to. “Is everything okay in there? Do you need some help?” A salesperson asked, when they heard muffled groans and thought something might be struggling with a zipper or something. Panic zipped through Brooke as Jake failed to still his movements. Brooke could hardly find her voice to respond. But when she did, all she could get out, was a very strangled, “Y---Yes...” which was more or less a reaction to both; Jake’s ministrations and the salesperson’s questions.

#th: carnival #thejakefitzgerald

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Last night, Brooke would have settled for an apology. Not today. Today she was looking for something a little bit more. And what did Jake do? He delivered. Hook, line, and sinker. Despite, begging him to let her go… that wasn’t what she wanted. Brooke couldn’t picture a life without Jake. He was as much a part of her as her own family. He was her family. The one person who would have gone to war for her (and has) at the drop of a hat. He was always there when she needed him and to her mistake, she overlooked that. Hearing him tell her he loved her really put things into perspective. It pulled her away from the edge she was dangling on and back into the safety of his arms. Unlike everything else, Jake was the only constant love Brooke had in her life. He was the only one who never truly left her. And he might have thought that if he didn’t stick by her, he’d be alone. But, that wasn’t true. Through thick and thin, hell or high water, she’d be there. Sometimes at an arms length but never so far out of reach to where he couldn’t get to her. Jake… had a hold on her. More so than anyone else in her entire life.

While Brooke digested his words, tears continued to stream gently down her flushed cheeks. She wasn’t crying because she was mad or sad or unhappy. In fact, it was quite the opposite. She was happy. Happy that he didn’t give up on her. Happy that he felt the same way she did. Happy that he was handpicked by fate itself to be her forever person. Even if he didn’t know it. At least, she did now. All this fighting was pointless. And the heartache was just unnecessary. Brooke walked to him speechless and kicked off her shoes. If she stopped to think about her upcoming actions, she’d only let her head manipulate her heart the same way it always did. Raising herself on her tippy toes, Brooke grabbed Jake’s face and kissed him dead on the mouth. As far as she was concerned, he didn’t need to say anything else. She required no further convincing. “Show me,” she breathed heavily against his lips, before she reached between their bodies to unzip her pants and slid them down her shaky legs. She wanted him. Not as friends with benefits. As something more. Breaking their kiss to then cross her arms over her midsection and lift up her shirt, Brooke curled her fingers around Jake’s basketball shorts and tugged him down onto the bed. Her knees hit the mattress first and she fell back onto it, pulling Jake down with her between her legs as she breathed against his lips, “I’m sorry I’ve made you jump through so many hoops. But, you win Jake. You win.” Kissing him again, moaning as her teeth nibbled on his lip, Brooke continued, “i want this. I want to start over. I want you…” Pausing, Brooke massaged Jake’s chest as she looked into his big, brown eyes. His hair was a mess of curls, just the way she liked them, “I can’t believe I’m saying this but, I’m all in. No more friends with benefits. If you still want me, I’m yours. For real this time…”

Like magnets, they collided and stuck to each other. Brooke stretched her little body against his towering physique and he kept her there with two strong hands gripping her waist. It took everything within Jake not to pull her up around his athletic hips and fuck her against the wall with as much angst and passion as humanly possible. He had a fire within; a burning that needed to be extinguished. All the fighting, all the chasing, it was coming to a halt when she asked him to ‘show her’ –show her that he did indeed love her, by making love to her. Which she emphasized by unzipping her pants and catching Jake’s soft brown eyes. He felt something tingly stirring in his stomach. He hadn’t felt it since the night they had sex in Austin’s cabin the summer after freshman year. A mix feeling of nerves and excitement.

With her shirt flung and his shorts tugged down, Jake tried not to trip as she pulled him forward onto the bed. She hit the mattress first and then he fell between her legs with a laugh that resonated their entire childhood. He hadn’t laughed like that in a while –his real laugh; not the cruel chuckling of a successful prank or a flirtatious snicker. It was the kind of laugh he used to let out while playing in the yard or swinging at the park. “Is it weird I think you takin’ charge is totally sexy?” he continued laughing despite having his bottom lip pinned by his teeth.

The moment got quiet as Brooke declared him the winner before apologizing for all the games –which started the summer after freshman year. Two-years of teasing and sixteen-years of friendship foreplay. With Brooke’s mouth against his, nibbling on his lip, his body numbed to euphoria. He felt nothing but pleasure –inside and out. He couldn’t believe her words (he did; but they seemed too good to be true). But, as she continued un-burying her heart –he could see it. See, that this was real. She was calling off the games. Calling off FWB; for something better, something realer. “I do still want you, Brooke…” his head dipped, lips soft on her neck, “…as more than friends.” he kissed up her throat, softly nibbling on her earlobe, “I’ve wanted you my whole life, Brooke. Not many people can say that. Ever since we were kids… I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else,” to emphasize this, his mouth kissed down the links of her ‘B’ necklace until he reached the pendant. His hands pulled her knees up, slowly pushing in the warmth of his erection. Though, initially he wanted to fuck her, now he wanted to ‘show her’ like she asked him to; show her that he loved her by making love to her; something they didn’t do a lot of as friends with benefits.

The deeper he pushed the hotter she felt; slick walls constricted around his thick girth, pulling a moan from his lips. “Ugh, fuu–” breathing between gritted teeth, his hips rolled gently but working every angle; thrusting and swaying like a professional dancer’s. This, like others, was one of the times Jake didn’t put a condom on. He was claiming her, making it as personal as it was ever going to be. Skin on skin. Mouth to mouth. Riding her up the length of the bed, from the edge (where they started) to the top. His hands took hers and guided her fingers around the wooden bars that supported the bed-frame. Once she had a sweaty grip, he rode his palms down her warm, heaving chest and ribs. His face pushed against her swollen boobs, grunting as he filled her to the base of his length. “Mmm, Brooke…” his arms tightened around her skinny waist, thrusting adamantly without much pull-out. He stayed in deep, giving short, aching strokes.

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Aside from Brooke's wildest desires to fully ravish Jake, she wanted nothing more than to feel close to him. As close as two humans who were secretly in love, could be. This wasn't about sex. Brooke wasn't pining for Jake in the same strictly-sexual way that she had been before under the faux guise of a 'friends with benefits' label. No. This was more than that. It went deeper than any affair she's ever had. Jake was what Brooke's heart yearned for. What her heart was too afraid to admit it wanted. And now that her guard was down, she wanted to show him just how much she truly cared and wanted this thing between them to work. She suppressed the terror of what could possibly go wrong and embraced what felt right in the moment. Which was him. Touching her. Kissing her. And hopefully making love to her. "Shhhh," Brooke groaned under the weight of Jake's torso. As thrilled as she was to hear genuine laughter flow from his lips, Brooke thought his mouth could have been put to better use. In fact, she wanted his mouth on her. And she would prefer it, if he didn't stop until she was begging him to. Which wasn't very likely, too soon. Brooke wanted all of him. Right here. Right now. No more second guessing. No more stalling. No more talking herself out of what she truly wanted. "Good," Brooke breathed, whimpering softly as Jake's lips scaled her neck, leaving traces of himself along her creamy, smooth complexion. "You finally got me," Brooke whispered. She had never felt more vulnerable or more happy than she did in that moment. With him, together, at last. They were finally an official couple. All the trials and tribulations leading up to this moment, proved worth it in the end. Jake not only got what he's wanted all along, but so did she. This was a step in the right direction. A path to a brighter future for both of them. And Brooke just hoped neither would live to regret it. "Jake," Brooke moaned, almost instantly. He was careful, gentle. Jake took his time penetrating her walls before they both had a chance to thrust; feeding their passionate desires and hidden inhibitions. Brooke was fully aware that there was no barrier standing between them. The love they had for one another was, raw. It was real. Skin to skin. Brooke moaned again, allowing Jake to claim her in ways she never has with anyone else, before. She gripped onto the bedframe above her head, curling her fingers tightly around the wood to steady herself. Jake's warm hands, sliding down her slicked breasts and ribs caused Brooke to shiver with excitement and arch her back in order to lean into his touch. She surrendered herself to him, more than she ever thought she was capable of, and felt her climax building. The more he brushed up against her g-spot, the more she felt as though she was going to fall apart at the seams. Her thighs trembled delightedly, while her walls tightened around him and Brooke came unexpectedly, soaking and milking his length for all he was worth, into her swollen, hot core.

#th: just be real #thejakefitzgerald

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Nothing about Nina’s plan, or Austin’s, or anyone else’s, was okay. Despite being shallow now on the outside, Brooke had a big heart underneath it all. It felt wrong covering this stranger’s body up like a broken vase you didn’t want your parents to find and ground you for. This was full on murder. And by going along with it, they all were saying it was okay. And it wasn’t. But, Nina made it clear that if anyone chose to stand on the opposite side of her, she’d frame them for the entire thing. So what was better? Taking all the blame? Or just erasing what happened by covering it up and agreeing to keep it a secret? Brooke didn’t feel right about any of it. But, she also didn’t have much of a choice. She knew Nina could be vicious when someone challenged her authority. Which is exactly what Jake was doing when he started asking questions. Even if others were thinking the same things, Jake saying them out loud put a target on his back. And Brooke wasn’t sure Jake had realized that. She tried to send him a signal to shut up when she squeezed his forearm, which she had caught only moments before when he attempted to swing at Zack again. (Like she did with Victoria). When Jake spoke up again after Nina stormed off, Brooke took into account what he was saying and in the process became a little suspicious. “Wait. How do you know that?” The way Jake put together Nina’s motives almost accurately raised questions. Since when did Jake become so in tune with the way Nina manipulated everyone else? He talked as if he had first hand experience in the matter. Riley was still standing within close range of the couple, too afraid to leave Brooke’s side. She knew that if anyone had her back, Brooke did. And off to the left, Emma was still standing there too. Riley and Emma were the only ones Nina hadn’t given jobs to and so it was assumed, (at least by the two of them) that they’d tag along with Brooke. Which by association, meant tagging along with Jake, too. “Jaaake,” Brooke glared, while stretching out the syllable in his name. Brooke knew that Jake and Nina used to be pals. But, she didn’t know what kind of things Nina put him up to their entire freshman year. “On second thought,” Riley interrupted, “Instead of tagging along with you guys. Emma and I are just going to stay here. Make sure Tyler’s okay.” Emma nodded, while Brooke followed Jake out of the woods. Outside of his truck, the one his dad had given him as an early summer gift and a bribe to behave while his parents were in Mexico, Brooke stood in front of the driver’s side door refusing to move. “What aren’t you telling me?” If this second chance at a friendship (and more) was ever going to work then Brooke needed Jake to be honest. It didn’t dawn on her until that moment, that the last year has allowed them to somewhat grow apart. They weren’t as inseparable as they used to be when they were kids. High School had allowed them to drift. And Brooke didn’t want that drifting to continue. Jake knew practically all of her secrets. Or well, most of them anyway. And she didn’t know any of his. She never got to ask about the Nina thing. Though to be fair, a part of her was too afraid of the answers. But, this was serious. Someone was dead. And Nina was looking to frame them as her fall back if covering up the body didn’t work. And for whatever reason, she knew how to get Jake to do what she wanted. The way she knew how to get everyone else to do the same. Yet, Jake had caught on. He knew what the Queen was up to and that’s why he advised they come up with their own plan. The question of how he knew that though, was what concerned her. “What happened while I was away? Or at least tell me, how you know she’s setting us up. Tell me now or I’m going to call my dad and tell him everything. To hell with what they think. This is murder., Jake. Someone is dead!” Brooke could feel her heartrate accelerating. It was the first time she said it out loud and now she was freaking out. She needed Jake to calm her down. To ease her mind somehow. Maybe tell her what to do.

Brooke’s question was a loaded one; which was exactly why Jake couldn’t immediately reply. There were a lot of reasons why the Jester knew what the Queen’s venom tasted like. For one, he’d been struck by that vixen on more than one occasion. Nina could be someone’s best friend or their worst enemy. For months, Jake thought he had the former, but in the end he realized that was just a front. That’s when the blackmailing started. Nina had to keep Jake and Will on a leash. So, she persuaded them to do things; like, break into the school and steal test answers. Then, she’d record it and hold it over their heads. And, that was exactly what Nina was doing now.

As the redhead slipped away into the darkness, her wolves soon followed; leaving Jake and Brooke alone. The behemoth wasn’t far. It only took a couple of minutes to get there –but those minutes felt like hours after Brooke channeled radio silence. She was pissed; which was an easily accomplished goal. Not to say that was Jake’s intention. But, she’d become such a priss after joining Nina’s clique. The Brooke Jake loved and adored was still there, but she was hidden behind this façade she created to fit in with the cheerleaders. Jake was guilty of the same move. The whole frat-boy-jock thing wasn’t the real him. However, there was a very fine line between pretending and becoming. Some days, the mask no longer felt like a mask. It was like that Goosebumps episode which freaked them out as kids: The Haunted Mask. The longer the girl wore the mask, the more she became the mask. Brooke’s bratty princess-antics had become habit, like Jake’s shady tactics.

Brooke continued, “what aren’t you telling me?” They were standing outside of the truck and Brooke had her arms folded across her chest. “It’s Nina, Brooke. Need I say more? The girl is like, a siren. She lures people to their death. I mean, it was only a matter of time before she took things further. Nina is somewhat of a succubus. She sinks her teeth into you and then its game over. Hasta la vista.” Though, Jake gave her a nibble, Brooke needed to know more. And if she didn’t get more, then she was threatening to call her father; the mayor, and a former father-figure to the once innocent boy. “Okay –” he sighed, “-okay.” Jake brushed past Brooke and leaned his shoulder up against the side of the truck. Behind her, the trees and star-lit sky reminded him of camping. He almost smiled to himself before snapping back into the current moment.

“Okay, so- you know how I started hanging around Nina during the whole Zac-era? Well, for a while I thought she was just trying to help out. In spite of her gnarly rep’ I trusted her,” Jake mirrored Brooke’s stance by folding his arms; not to mock her, but because holding himself was comforting. “…She said she was looking out for me. After losing you, I needed friends… So, I did whatever she asked of me, and that included things that were of,” a theatrical pause “…the illegal nature.” As if to ask if that was enough, Jake opened the door for her to get in. He could tell it wasn’t by the way she stared at him as if he were the biggest idiot in the world. “I broke into the school. Snagged some papers and a laptop–I didn’t think we’d get caught …and we didn’t. But then, Nina went and filmed it all on her IPhone.”

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Brooke was well aware of who Nina was. She's only been riding shotgun next to the redheaded spitfire for a couple months. Granted, Jake knew a different side of Nina. A darker, edgier version of Lakewood's resident ice queen who wouldn't hesitate to chop their heads off the first chance she got. It wasn't the least bit surprising that Nina would react this way. Or con everyone into doing her bidding. Brooke wasn't entirely sure how Nina did it. How she roped everyone into doing what she wanted. Brooke wasn't that involved in the secret blackmail schemes. Sure, she's seen Nina blackmail others but not to the same, dangerous extent that Jake probably has. As Brooke waited on an explanation, one that she wasn't sure would entirely come, she uncrossed her arms and prepared herself for the letdown. To her surprise however, Jake caved. Just like Brooke secretly hoped he would. Perhaps, her hold on him still remained in tact afterall. What little of it there was. Unless... of course, it wasn't her, who he was pleasing. Maybe he just agreed with the group and didn't want her running to her daddy and risk getting them all in trouble. Brooke wasn't aware that Jake's relationship with Quinn was slowly unraveling. That the step-in father figure bond was crumbling, falling to dozens upon dozens of pieces. "I'm listening," Brooke assured him before perking right up. Her eyes never left Jake's face. Brooke could tell just by looking at him, if he was lying or telling the truth. And Jake better believe that, if he was lying, she'd call him out on it. This entire scene was serious. Brooke wasn't in the mood to play games. She meant business. "Yeah," Brooke chriped inbetween Jake's question and further explanation. Just the start of it, worried her. Suddenly, she was afraid of what Jake might confess. Had he become one of Nina's puppets? Like Tyler and Will? Did Nina sink her skanky succubus teeth into his flesh and turn him into one of her soldiers? Brooke sincerely hoped not. Jake deserved better than that. He was capable of better. "The illegal nature??" Brooke interjected. For some reason, she couldn't get over that. Primarily because she didn't know what that meant. How illegal were his tasks? And how much trouble would he get into if someone found out what he did? Brooke soon got her answers when Jake clarified. He was guilty of academic fraud and petty theft. Two things which would not only get him arrested but expelled. And no way, would his parents let that sort of bad behavior slide. Once Vera wrang his neck, Jake would never be left alone at home, again. They'd probably drag him along to Mexico or who knows... send him off to one of those expensive boarding schools where they'd hope, he be less likely to get into trouble. And worst of all, that would mean Jake would be taken away from her. She wouldn't have him around anymore. And honestly, the thought of that, Brooke just couldn't stomach. She got a taste of what life without Jake was like and she never wanted to go back to that. It wasn't only miserable but, it was lonely. And Brooke wouldn't wish loneliness or misery on her worst enemy. "So it was you," Brooke said at last. She needed to take a moment to digest everything. Last year when the tests and laptop went missing from the tutor center, every student who was in the teacher's classes who could have been suspects, were questioned. One by one, the principal of George Washington High pulled them aside and tried to track down the culprit. They never found them and the whole time, the culprits were; Jake, Nina, and whoever else was with them that day. Brooke's other guesses were Tyler and Will. Nina's very own three musketeers that she whipped into shape and manipulated. "Well," Brooke sighed. She was at a loss on what to do. They couldn't necessarily disobey Nina or else she'd threaten to expose them and they couldn't do what she asked either and make themselves potential, obvious suspects and accomplices to murder. "What are we supposed to do then? If we can't do what she wants and we can't disobey her, I don't see what other options there are, Jake. So honestly, we need to pick one and get it over with. I still say we call my dad. Maybe he can help. Unless you have some brilliant, better idea that saves us both...."

#th: end of the year #thejakefitzgerald

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thejake-fitzgerald:

As Brooke began her march for the door, Jake stood idly by once more. It was obvious at this point that Brooke would always run whenever things got a little serious. The fact that he was being a dick didn’t really register. In his dark latino eyes, he was right. He’d made efforts and they weren’t valued. He felt like he was 13-years old all over again; fighting for a girl who saw him as nothing more than a memory. Her walls were nearly impossible to climb, but he tried. It just all went back to her being this unattainable hottie. In George Washington High, it was important to have a role, and that was hers. His was the jock –or better, the ladies’ man. And after two years of keeping status, it was nearly impossible for the two former best friends to find any ground that wasn’t tainted by the memories of those two years. They both had broken hearts and both had high walls to protect the pieces. Brooke’s wall was bitchiness and Jake’s was cockiness. Two dominant traits that weren’t compatible for an honest relationship. But then, the unthinkable happened: Brooke twirled back around and got in Jake’s face – or well, his chest, (being too small to reach his face). Jake stared down at her with an intensity pulling at his dark eyebrows.

Once Brooke goes off there’s no simmering her down. She got that from his mother. All Brooke’s life, Vera always told the little blonde, “being smaller doesn’t mean weaker, cariño. If that means you have to raise your voice a little louder, do it! Speak grande, be heard! If someone is making you feel small, you stand up and give them infierno. – when I was your age they called me petardo, meaning firecracker, because when angry, I pop! So, remember it’s not the BIG gun that kills the man, it’s the little bullets…” Vera used her fingers to poke and tickle Brooke’s stomach as if firing little bullets at her. Laughing, Vera hugged Brooke, “understand, chica muy dulce?” Before Jake knew it, Brooke was pounding her little fists against his chest while crying that she hated him. Jake didn’t know what to do to stop her, he tried grabbing her wrists, but then felt bad even though he was the one getting punched on. When she finally stopped on her own, he embraced her in a hug. He was glad that she had her head down or else she’d see the tears in his eyes. Not because of the punches or the hateful words, but because he felt guilty. Guilty that this is where they ended up. If someone would have told his 12-year old self that this would be them in the future he would have broken their nose for lying. Brooke wasn’t just the girl next door or his childhood crush, she was family. Whether they hated or loved each other, they were bonded forever by that.

When Brooke stepped back, Jake ran his fingers through his hair and then wiped his face. He could pretend his heart wasn’t pounding with agony, but he couldn’t hide the tears that stung his eyes. He was hurting her and she wanted to be let go. However, he didn’t know if he could. He just wasn’t that selfless. He tried it before, freshman year. He followed Nina around and became the person Brooke was mad at. The Jake; his shell. Pretending to be important and desired by claiming status. He couldn’t let go of that. He couldn’t go back to being Jakey, the boy who was ditched for Zack. He couldn’t be that vulnerable again. He had to be the big bad jock, the super-star, the ladies’ man. If he wasn’t the Jake –then who was he? Brooke would never want curly haired Jake; the kid with the big smile and horrible jump shot. Nobody did. He wasn’t looked at until he discovered pomade and an ego. Nina may be a lying, manipulative bitch, but she wasn’t wrong when she told him Brooke was out of his league. And that if he wanted her, he would have to gain some status like she was doing. So he put on muscle, nicer clothes, and spoke in the third-person as a way to product himself like, Nike or Versace. The Jake had become his brand: tough, good-looking, and valuable.

“I don’t mean to be a dick, …Brooke. I’m a work in progress. I get upset and lash out. I would never tell anyone your secrets, but I shouldn’t throw them back in your face either. That’s not why I asked about your love-life. I just needed to know because it’s harder for me…imagining what you might have done. I’d rather know the truth because inside my head is a lot worse.” Which was true, Jake had spent endless nights thinking about Brooke with other guys until he was so sick he couldn’t eat or sleep. “But, flirting with that escort wasn’t to get her number, it was just to get her to leave. Though, I see your point, I wouldn’t want you to use those same tactics on some dude. I messed up. And I shouldn’t have told your dad that I was there to see boobs. I screwed up and I am sorry.” Though, be that as it may, Jake still wasn’t sure if he should let her go or not. He would love her for the rest of his life and that was why this was so hard. If he were to let her go, she’d have a chance at being happy. If he held on, he could inevitably make more mistakes and continue to hurt her.

“I love you.” He paused, letting that weigh between them. “I don’t know if that’s enough for you. But, it’s not a lie. And even if you walk away right now, I’d still love you. Past, present, and future. I love you.”

Last night, Brooke would have settled for an apology. Not today. Today she was looking for something a little bit more. And what did Jake do? He delivered. Hook, line, and sinker. Despite, begging him to let her go... that wasn’t what she wanted. Brooke couldn’t picture a life without Jake. He was as much a part of her as her own family. He was her family. The one person who would have gone to war for her (and has) at the drop of a hat. He was always there when she needed him and to her mistake, she overlooked that. Hearing him tell her he loved her really put things into perspective. It pulled her away from the edge she was dangling on and back into the safety of his arms. Unlike everything else, Jake was the only constant love Brooke had in her life. He was the only one who never truly left her. And he might have thought that if he didn’t stick by her, he’d be alone. But, that wasn’t true. Through thick and thin, hell or high water, she’d be there. Sometimes at an arms length but never so far out of reach to where he couldn’t get to her. Jake... had a hold on her. More so than anyone else in her entire life.

While Brooke digested his words, tears continued to stream gently down her flushed cheeks. She wasn’t crying because she was mad or sad or unhappy. In fact, it was quite the opposite. She was happy. Happy that he didn’t give up on her. Happy that he felt the same way she did. Happy that he was handpicked by fate itself to be her forever person. Even if he didn’t know it. At least, she did now. All this fighting was pointless. And the heartache was just unnecessary. Brooke walked to him speechless and kicked off her shoes. If she stopped to think about her upcoming actions, she’d only let her head manipulate her heart the same way it always did. Raising herself on her tippy toes, Brooke grabbed Jake’s face and kissed him dead on the mouth. As far as she was concerned, he didn’t need to say anything else. She required no further convincing. “Show me,” she breathed heavily against his lips, before she reached between their bodies to unzip her pants and slid them down her shaky legs. She wanted him. Not as friends with benefits. As something more. Breaking their kiss to then cross her arms over her midsection and lift up her shirt, Brooke curled her fingers around Jake’s basketball shorts and tugged him down onto the bed. Her knees hit the mattress first and she fell back onto it, pulling Jake down with her between her legs as she breathed against his lips, “I’m sorry I've made you jump through so many hoops. But, you win Jake. You win.” Kissing him again, moaning as her teeth nibbled on his lip, Brooke continued, “i want this. I want to start over. I want you...” Pausing, Brooke massaged Jake’s chest as she looked into his big, brown eyes. His hair was a mess of curls, just the way she liked them, “I can’t believe I’m saying this but, I’m all in. No more friends with benefits. If you still want me, I’m yours. For real this time...”

#th: just be real #thejakefitzgerald

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The cold compress against the side of his face was an unwelcomed sensation that woke him up with a bitter grimace, “what the hell?” he wasn’t used to anyone else being home; let alone taking care of him. Most of his bruises and scrapes healed on their own, without any disinfected or ice. He’d take a shower and some ibuprofen and move on with it.

“…Brooke?” his voice was low and groggy as he rolled over and pulled himself up against the wall, allowing his eyes to adjust to the person before him. He was wearing his basketball shorts without a shirt and smelled of his father’s ‘tea time.’ Brooke’s insults rolled off him because she was here, and taking care of him. She wasn’t being malicious even though she had every right to be. He was about to ask if she got his flowers when she seemingly read his mind and answered before he could even ask. However, he knew Maddox’s don’t bury the hatchet just like that, and so he wasn’t expecting her mercy, just like he wasn’t expecting Quinn’s. This was another reason why Jake was such a dick. He didn’t want to keep getting hurt. He felt as if he’d done that all freshman year and then again all summer after sophomore. He had his faults but so did Brooke and sometimes he felt like he could do no right without her looking for the wrong.

With her question still lingering in the air, Jake folded his arms and let the air finally leave his chest, “some guy chased me down the block.” Of course that wasn’t the full story and Brooke knew it. Rolling his eyes, “okay, maybe I wrecked his mother’s garden…” not maybe, he did. Some days, like today, Jake wondered if Brooke only looked after him because it’s what Vera would want. With her in Mexico, all Jake has is Brooke. Which not a lot of people are aware of. They think because he’s a jock and popular and rich, that he has a lot of friends but Jake goes through friends like tic tacs. Will was his closest friend and even that bromance has been losing its flavor. There was no trust nor loyalty; two things Jake did not abide by. All he wanted was someone to stick by him through thick and thin. To see his demons and understand them for who they were. If someone were to give Jake the chance, he would prove to be a very loyal friend. Which was something he shared in common with his childhood best friend/crush. She may be an ankle biter most of the time but she could also be extremely caring and loyal. Which, her being here were signs of that.

“I think maybe you were right, about the whole Brooke and Jake thing not being right. Maybe, we’re not…” he stepped down from the bed and walked over to the window where he could see his truck parked in the shadow of a tree where they learned how to climb and swing from branches. There was a tire hanging from the thickest branch for years but Myles and Quinn broke it, horsing around one night after being away for several hours at the club. They were both totally wasted and Vera had to take care of the both of them. Meanwhile, Monica was out of town at some ‘art gallery’ which sounded a lot like ‘tea time’. When Monica got home, nobody was there. Brooke and Jake were innocently tucked away in the same bed and Myles and Quinn were on the couch while Vera fell asleep on the recliner. Monica didn’t know what to think, but they all seemed happy without her in the picture. Everyone always seemed to be having fun whenever she was gone. Then on the nights when she was home, everyone was always so secretive. Jake wondered as he stood lost in thought if he and Brooke were more like Myles and Vera or Quinn and Monica; or if they could ever just be Jake and Brooke.

“No.” he turned, shaking his head, as if losing those thoughts all together. He never doubted them before, and he wasn’t going to start now. He knew, even if she didn’t –that they belonged together. “You once told me, ‘just be real’,” With the sun beating behind him, highlighting the bruises on his skin and in his eyes, Jake stepped forward with a sigh. “You, be real. Last night I made some mistakes, but none of it was real, the only real moments were the ones with you. The stuff I said to Quinn wasn’t real… the flirting with the escort was because you said you wanted to see other people. You’re not real with me, so I have to do some shady stuff to bring out the truth. Whatever happened to less bitchy, more truthy? Or is Brooke 2.0 a failed experiment?”

Brooke could see that Jake was struggling internally. So much so that he couldn't bear to sit up in bed and stare at her any longer. He had to move to the window where he looked outside of it very intently. As if he was focusing hard on a memory or thought or something. Like Jake, Brooke knew him better than anyone else. And maybe the reason why she was here now was because she knew something much deeper was going on with him. Jake had a temper. His pretty face might have fooled some but it didn't fool her. He wasn't naturally vicious. He only ever lashed out when he was upset and he didn't know how else to channel or redirect those feelings in a positive way. Like now for instance. Instead of falling back into childlike humor or banter, he was calling her out on her shit. Turning the tables in her direction and using the same argument tactic she used on him. If he wasn't going to get away with hiding his feelings and not being real than neither was she. At least, in his mind. And judging by his expression, he was serious this time. He was sick of playing this game with her. Trying so hard just to get his feelings hurt and his heart stomped on. Brooke never set out to intentionally hurt him. All she's ever wanted to do was protect him from the things that hurt or upset him like he'd want to protect her. And maybe she failed at her duties as his best friend. But, still. He didn't have to be such an ass about it. He didn't have to keep throwing his in-sensitivities in her face just because he was frustrated and angry. That wasn't entirely fair either. "Okay, you know what?" Brooke stood up from the bed, gearing up to run away just like she always did. "I was coming over here to apologize for running off last night without giving either of us a chance to explain but all I can see is that you're still an ass!" Brooke got to the threshold of his bedroom door before she stopped. She didn't want to admit it but Jake was right. He might not have said it out loud just now but he knew deep down that whenever it was her turn to get real, she ran away. She was afraid of opening up to him for so many reasons. Her main one being that she was still in love with him the way he was with her. She's just never allowed herself to admit it and keeps burying it with the hopes that her love for him would just disappear. Yet, it never did and it wouldn't. No matter how hard she tried, it wouldn't go away. And maybe instead of running from it, she should just face it. Or rather, at least face him. "Actually, no," She stopped herself and turned back around to see Jake resting against his windowsill now, looking at her is if he weren't the least bit surprised she started to take off. Jake had grown used to watching her leave. It's what Brooke always did when the conversations just got too real between them and she didn't want to deal with the pressure of having to answer his questions. "That's my point exactly, Jake!" Brooke shouted, throwing her hands up in the air like she was giving up. Or simply giving in. "Your feelings get hurt and instead of talking to me about it, you just punish me by hurting me in any way you can. And last night you did that by flirting with someone right in front of me. That," She emphasized, "Was intentional. You couldn't even wait to do it behind my back. You wanted to hurt me and you wanted to get under my skin and that doesn't prove you care about me at all. So everything you said before that means nothing." Brooke held out both hands and shrugged, feigning a nonchalant attitude as if mocking him, "It means nothing. You don't treat someone you want to be with that way. You don't just flirt with someone else in front of their face and expect everything to be fine or for them to come back to you. I wouldn't have done that to you." Brooke couldn't stop the tears from welling up in her eyes all over again. She couldn't help feeling emotional because she was laying it all out there. That's what he wanted, right? For her to lay her cards out on the table. Just purge whatever's in her heart. "And you wanna know what else I wouldn't do to you?" For this, Brooke drew closer and pushed against Jake's chest to rile him up the same way he was riling her up. "I'd never judge you for who you slept with or where or why or even how." Brooke was referring to Jake's question and comments he fired back with when she asked how long it took him to be with someone else after they broke up. "I hate you!" She pounded on his chest and sobbed angrily. "I hate you!" She pounded again. "I hate you!" And again. "I hate you!" And again. Until she got tired and stopped, falling against his warm bare chest and wrapping her arms around him tightly. She was losing it and felt completely out of control. She wasn't even sure if he was the one she was truly angry at or if it was herself. "I trusted you," she sobbed, "I trusted you to keep my secrets and all you do is hold them against me." Pulling her head up, Brooke took a step back and wiped her eyes, "You don't care about me, Jake. If you did, you wouldn't do these things to hurt me. And I know you don't always mean to but you do. And if this is how it's always going to be then I'd rather you just let me go." Brooke was emotional. She didn't mean everything she was saying but some of it she did. Especially this, "I know I'm not perfect, Jake. I know I make mistakes too. I told you last night when we played pool that I didn't mean that. I don't want to see other people. I never did. And if you want me to get real with you right now then here it goes..." Brooke paused to take a deep breath and exhale, "I loved you! More than I could have ever loved anyone. And I know it took me longer to realize it back then but I eventually let it in. And since you, I've never let anyone else ever get that close to me. I really tried with you, Jake. I did. What's even worse is... I don't think I've ever stopped. Maybe I still do. But you acting this like this... Doesn't make me miss you. All it does is make me resent you and the fact that I ever trusted you with my heart. It's not because of Zack that I stopped dating high school guys. It was always because of you. You’re the one I wanted to be with. And you're not the only one who wants this, okay. And you don't have to be so mean. I told you everything! And you use it against me to hurt me. What more do you want? If you care about me the way you say you do, you'll let it go and never bring it up again. And if you can't do that... Then, I’m sorry. You have to let me go.... it’s your choice, Jake."

#th: just be real #thejakefitzgerald

thejake-fitzgerald:

Pushed aside by the little firecracker that was Brooke Maddox, Jake stepped back and watched the blonde take off down the dark strip. “That’s right! Run away!” Jake hollered down to her. Leaving was her go-to move and letting her leave had become his, after freshman year. Things had been a little different for them as of late, but like a rubber band they were snapping back into who they became; who they were didn’t seem salvageable anymore.

It always took Jake a minute to cool off and see his faults; which is where he was at right now as he looked around himself. There was nothing, no one, he was completely alone; like he often was. With a sigh, he kicked the curb. It helped, but not enough. That was when his dark brown eyes locked onto the garden of flowers he used to romance Brooke by plucking a yellow one and sliding the stem through her hair. She may have thought he wasn’t trying but he was. This whole night was dedicated to her; not the escort, not her father. It was all for her. All his wrongdoings were just a way to be with her. He needed the escort to leave so they’d be alone, and he needed her father to stop sniffing around, so she wouldn’t get grounded. However, it was like being stuck on a carousel in a bad dream. He kept looking back to make sure Brooke was having fun but she wasn’t. Then all the carnival lights go dark and the horses come alive to trample and eat the flesh off his bones.

Before Jake even realized he was doing it, he was destroying the garden outside of someone’s house. The flowers were all uprooted and left for dead on the sidewalk. For a brief moment he felt better, until seeing an elder lady watching him from her window. Her expression was pale and horrified. Jake was feeling guilty until the door opened and a man in his mid-to-late thirties walked out onto the front porch. He was bald and covered in tattoos; “that’s my mother’s garden!” he screamed. “Si, soy el jardinero!” (yes, i’m the gardener) Jake explained, carefully stepping forward to show a sense of honesty. It worked. For a second, the man was puzzled but then he came barreling down the stairs. Jake took off running. But, despite the man’s size, he didn’t slow down. He was able to keep pace and even gain on Jake (whom been running suicides since he was 10). “Yo chill out!” Jake stopped after running two blocks and attempted a juke (fake-out), but the guy managed to tackle him up against a parked car and pummel him until a bunch of drunk frat guys pulled the guy from Jake and reasoned with him to go before matters got worse.

“Jesus Christ, kid,” said a guy with a blonde buzz cut that blended in with his chinstrap. He was wearing basketball shorts and a tank top which showed off his tattoos: Virgin Mary, a couple stars, and some Chinese symbols. “What do you got a death wish or something?” he helped Jake up and handed him a 40 oz. “wait, how old are you?” he asked smiling, then laughed, “I’m fuckin’ with ya. Drink up, I don’t give a shit.” Jake accepted the beer and chugged back a quarter of it before wiping his mouth off on his sleeve. The beer was cheap aka hella gross. “Listen, we’re headin’ to the Red Haute. You wanna come?” the group was drunk and rowdy; all except this one guy, who seemed in control and different from the rest. “The club was headin’ into an early grave just a few weeks ago but then this video was captured only an hour ago and everyone wants to see her.” On the guy’s phone was a video of Brooke’s performance, but it was blurry and out of focus. All you could see was a young blonde, more flexible than any of the other girls around her. It didn’t make Jake feel good to know the girl everyone wanted to see. Instead, it made him feel even worse. It was like she won.

Jake wound up turning the guys down, something the old Jake wouldn’t have done. But, he didn’t want to be like the old Jake, he wanted to be like the Jake he promised Brooke he could be. So instead of going back for lap dances and drinks with the bros, Jake returned to his truck and drove around with tutu riding shotgun. Reminders of Brooke hurt, but also inspired acts of romance; on the way to Brooke’s house, Jake stopped and got a bouquet of white and yellow roses which he left on her front porch with a card and tutu. ‘I’m sorry for tonight.’ Signed, Wildcat. A nickname Brooke had for him during middle school because of his basketball team; the same team his dad was on during his middle school years as well.

Before Jake could leave the porch, the door opened. “Roses for me?” Quinn sarcastically asked before bending down to pick up the card. “I know you don’t like me much anymore. Hell, I don’t think anyone really does. But, I love Brooke and I’m going to keep trying to make things right until she knows it.” Turning away from Quinn, Jake headed back to his truck. He wasn’t going to argue or plead with Quinn. This wasn’t about him and it never would be.

The next morning, Brooke woke up to the sounds of birds chirping outside her window. She got in late last night and didn’t want to wake her dad so she climbed in through the window and must’ve forgotten to shut it. Her head was still spinning from the night before. She was confused. About Jake. About what she wanted. And about what to do. Not to mention, she was still angry but less so than she was before.

“Morning, kitten. Just in time for breakfast,” Quinn greeted his daughter with a kiss to the forehead as she claimed a seat across from him at the island in their kitchen. Infront of her was a plate of pancakes and freshly squeezed orange juice. For as long as Brooke could remember, fresh juice in the morning was their thing and her dad’s specialty. “Thanks,” Brooke forced a smile and dug in before her eyes caught onto the flowers sitting out next to them on the counter. “Are those for me?” Brooke wondered. She got up to inspect them. She doubted they were for her dad considering they were her favorite color arrangement. “They came with that,” Quinn gestured behind Brooke where the card with her name scribbled on it was sitting next to tutu. At that point Brooke knew who they were from. “Oh,” She sighed. Quinn seemed to catch onto the downtrodden expression on his daughter’s face. And couldn’t help but feel more contempt for Jake Fitzgerald. It was clear he was the culprit. And given he was caught Red handed (pun intended) last night perusing older women, Quinn wasn’t too fond of Jake sending mixed signals to Brooke. While, he considered throwing the gifts out before Brooke had a chance to see them, he instead took them as an opportunity to manipulate the way Brooke saw Jake. One step at a time. And judging by her initial reaction, perhaps she wouldn’t need that much convincing. “I gotta be honest with you sweetheart,” Quinn began. He took a deep breath and chewed on a slice of pancake, “I think you can do a whole lot better than the Fitzgerald boy. I caught him poking his head around his father’s club last night. Myles asked me to keep an eye on the place while he’s out of the country with Vera in Mexico. Not only is that place not meant for a kid like that but he seemed a little too interested in it. Say, why don’t you come with me to the country club today? There’s tons of nice boys you can meet there. You can sit by the pool, get a tan, enjoy some refreshing lemonade.”

Brooke thought about it. And while a part of it sounded nice, Brooke couldn’t imagine anything worse than dating a country club boy. Especially one her father picked out. She preferred her boys with a little more edge. You know, the bad ones. The ones her father would strangle before he’d ever sit down and have lunch with them. Ones like Jake. Who unfortunately, Brooke wasn’t speaking to. “Sounds great. I’ll think about it,” Brooke responded with a faux smile. Quinn returned the smile before wiping his mouth off and kissing the side of her head again. He grabbed his golf gear and disappeared into the garage, leaving Brooke to clear off the table before she walked over to open the card. In the same messy handwriting the card was addressed in were the words; I’m sorry for tonight. -Wildcat. Despite still being pissed at him, Brooke couldn’t help but smile at the nickname. She hadn’t used it in quite some time. But, it was special between them and was always uttered endearingly.

Seeing it brought back memories. Good ones. Brooke missed when things were simple with Jake. Less complicated. More straight forward. He was out of line last night. And he didn’t deserve her forgiveness. Brooke wasn’t even sure he understood what he did wrong or why she was so angry she felt the need to leave him there in the first place. But then, she was no angel either. Jake had his faults. Yet, so did she. “Ugh,” she groaned to herself when she realized what needed to happen next. She wasn’t exactly thrilled about it but she knew it was inevitable either way.

After getting dressed, Brooke slipped out of the house and walked next door. She knocked several times and when there was no answer, she pulled out the red-square brick their spare key was hidden behind and let herself in. She could hear the faint sound of Jake’s record player scratching as she walked the distance to his room. His door was cracked and there he was; her beautifully problematic bad boy slash childhood best friend laying dead asleep with a swollen jaw. A product of his pummeling last night, that Brooke knew nothing about. “Great,” she breathed, not sounding the least bit surprised. Leave it to Jake to get into a fight. His face was precisely why Brooke shouldn’t and couldn’t leave him alone for longer than five minutes.

While Jake was still sound asleep, Brooke left to grab some ice for his face and once she pressed it to his warm skin, she watched him squirm. “Well, if you weren’t such an idiot all the time, this wouldn’t hurt,” Brooke explained as she met his gaze as soon as he opened his stupid, dreamy eyes. “Wanna tell me why your face looks like someone ran it over? Actually, I don’t care if you want to. You have to since you kinda owe me for being a total asshat last night. I got your note, by the way. And in case you’re wondering, yes, I’m still mad at you.”

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Aided out of the club; Jake clung to Brooke as they walked the dark street. The wind was cool and refreshing against Jake’s face, which still burned. But, even through bleary eyes he noticed Brooke’s shivering and draped his Fred Perry jacket over her shoulders. Jake wasn’t so sure he would be able to drive and didn’t think Brooke would be able to handle the behemoth and so he contemplated calling for a ride. However, before he could suggest, Brooke voiced her millionth concern about them not being ready for anything. They just had this conversation before they went into the club and Jake wasn’t going to have it again. There were only so many times he could lay his feelings out for her to walk all over. Sure, he shouldn’t have told Quinn he was at the club for the women, but he didn’t know what else to say after getting caught in a private room with a stripper pole. Quinn wasn’t an idiot. That story was the most believable in Jake’s eyes.

Though his heart sunk into a pit of pain, Jake said nothing. He, however, was happy for one thing; the pepper spray, it gave him an excuse for why his eyes were red and teary. Jake felt his phone buzzing in his pocket and checked the texts rather than look or even acknowledge Brooke any further. His father had texted him three times. ‘Quinn says he saw you at the Red Haute?’ Jake rolled his eyes. ‘What is my number one rule, Jake?’ Not to step foot into a club until he’s 21. ‘I’m not going to tell your mother about this, but we’re going to talk when I get home.’ Jake groaned and put his phone back into his pocket just in time for Brooke to stop him and ask when it was- how long did it take for him to hook up with another girl after they broke up. It took Jake a breath before he could turn around to face her fully, which he did, dead-on. The first time they had a conversation like this, outside of Chiba’s, Jake tried to stay cool under the pressure. Then again, inside the club, twice: once when he used his charms on the escort and then again when Brooke flipped out over what he said to Quinn. It seemed like no matter what he did, he was going to get this side of Brooke. The date, the reassurances, it wouldn’t be enough. She was right, they weren’t ready —or she wasn’t ready.

“I don’t know, Brooke? Maybe, a month…” to Bianca Stevenson. She was rich, blonde, and a total trouble-maker. They met in detention and after a series of banter and sexual-tension they took it back to her parent’s mansion. “Some girl from detention.” If this was going to be her excuse to pull away, Jake would let her walk this time, like he used to. Catching her before she could disappear and kissing her until they were both dizzy in love didn’t seem to work. They just kept rotating back to this spot. “How long for you, hm?” a bitter edge made its way into his tone and he didn’t regret it. “How long before you fucked that married guy in the backseat of his car outside of some seedy-ass bar?”

It took Brooke awhile to catch her breath. For so long, the fear of his answers to her questions kept her from asking them. No matter what, Brooke knew she wouldn’t like what came out of his mouth. But, that didn’t stop her from hoping that Nina was still wrong. Up until this point, she lied about everything else in her greatest efforts to keep the two of them apart. But, not this time. This time it was true. Jake had moved on. Sure, Brooke beat him to the punch when it came to Clay. Yet, that was still different. It was a one time thing. There was no build up leading up to the act and Brooke didn’t have to see him everyday after. Whoever this girl was, she still existed. Somewhere in their school. And it wouldn’t have been the last time Jake had seen her. Not to mention, Clay was her rebound. And Brooke wasn’t sure Jake could say the same for this other girl.

Feeling like there was a sumo wrestler now stomping on her chest, Brooke inhaled a few heavy breaths. Her heart was breaking and yet, she didn’t want Jake to see that. Especially not after he lashed out at her and threw in her face the one thing she didn’t want him to know for fear that he’d do exactly that. It was a dick move. And it just went to show that a relationship between them would never truly work. Brooke couldn’t trust Jake to keep her secrets. She went out on a limb and opened up to him and now she regretted it. Before Brooke knew it, tears welled up in her eyes. She wasn’t crying because she was sad. She was crying because she was angry. “Screw you,” She growled between clenched teeth as she pushed him out of her way and continued walking.

At this point, she was done. And as far as they were concerned, they were each on their own now. No more Brooke and Jake. And no more Jake and Brooke. Brooke refused to get in a car with Jake. And to be honest, she didn’t really want to go home either. Home held too many reminders of Jake and it wouldn’t help her get over him any faster. If she even could at all. Maybe what Brooke wanted was for Jake to fight for her. That didn’t mean fight anyone who tried to hit on her. It meant fighting to keep her. Even if that seemed impossible at times, it really wasn’t. And sometimes all it took was three little words. A grand total of eight letters.

Brooke had gotten two blocks away before her feet started to ache. She needed a place to sit down and catch her breath. Which just so happened to be Rosie’s Diner. A place Brooke and Jake used to come to when they were little. Rosie’s had the best burgers and shakes along the East Coast. Her favorite was always the strawberry shortcake milkshake. Brooke used to get one with Jake every Saturday. And the summer of Freshman year when they dated, they came a few times and played their favorite tunes on the jukebox while they enjoyed their food. One time, they even danced beside their usual booth and were applauded after their big finish. The manager knew them and used to give them discounts whenever he was there. He was older now and his grandson took over the business. Rosie was his wife’s name. She passed away with breast cancer when they were just kids.

While Brooke didn’t appreciate the reminder the diner gave her of Jake, it wasn’t all bad. Besides, nothing was better suited for a broken heart than some delicious ice cream served in a shake. Brooke sat down in a booth by herself, not realizing at first that the one she picked was the same one they used to share. Regardless, she tried not to think about it as she was handed her milkshake and began sipping on it. She then opened her phone and started browsing through her contacts. She considered calling Emma and Riley over for a last minute sleepover but it was late and she didn’t want to bug them. That’s when she scrolled back up and stopped under the letter J. Brooke highlighted his name and clicked it, then chose the edit option and lastly delete. A question popped up that read “Are you sure you want to delete this contact?” followed by the options ‘Delete’ or ‘Cancel.’ Brooke hovered over the 'Delete’ button but couldn’t bring herself to do it. And deep down she knew it wouldn’t erase him. She couldn’t forget his number even if she tried. She remembered it by heart. Besides, Jake or No Jake, he’d always own a big chunk of her heart. She’d see him every day until they went off to college because they were next door neighbors and probably even after that since their parents were good friends and in business together. As much as she hated it at times, Jake would be attached to her. Forever.

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When one angry Maddox disappeared, another reappeared in place; Miss Brooke Maddox, wearing one of her infamous scowls as she deemed the whole adventure a mistake. Bewildered, his grin faltered and dark eyebrows wrench; confusion seeping into rustic hues. When the paperclip ring was thrown at his converse, it made his heart heavy, but why? It was just a fake-ass engagement, it didn’t mean anything? Right? Wrong. It somehow meant everything. Reiterating what he said to her father illuminated reason. She was angry about what he said to Quinn, which was just a ruse. It was the only thing he would believe. He wouldn’t believe Jake came for any other reason and he didn’t want to drag Brooke into it and so he played the role he was given, a perverse frat-boy.

“Yo, Brooke! C’mon! Unnecessary!” Red with frustration, Jake took a step forward but was cut off when she slipped out and vanished just like her father did. Shaking his head, Jake wiped a hand down his face and took a long last look around the room. Reminders of Brooke were everywhere. The music that was still playing, the pool table, the pole, the bar. He thought they were having fun. He understood his comment was probably a little insensitive, but it was an act. She knew the honest to god reason why he brought her there. He just wanted time with her. No one else mattered. “Fine… whatever,” he muttered to himself. Dismayed with defeat, he followed out.

It was past midnight and the club had turned up. It didn’t even look like a Burlesque show anymore. It was like some kind of hybrid of every type of club. Gentleman in suits no longer sat idly at their tables, sipping scotch; they were standing, tie undone and collar open, waving money around as beautiful girls danced for them. In another room everyone was covered in neon lights, grinding together as a DJ played House music. “Brooke, where are you?…” Jake whispered quietly to himself as he toured the place. Everything looked different. Legal, quiet burlesque show during regular hours and then after midnight it was like some, crazy rave-type shit.

The following room was quieter, the lights were out and everyone was seated. The ambiance was a warm red, lit mostly by candles. Jake stepped into the room as a spotlight mooned the stage. A soft white light that produced seven girls in sexy white lingerie. Jake’s heart sped-up when he thought he recognized one of the girls to be Brooke. “No way,” he whispered, taking a step further into the room. The formation broke into several parts as the girls danced routinely until reforming into a whole led by none other than Brooke Maddox. A far racier version of her ballet recitals.

“Who’s that girl?” approached a man. Jake didn’t even bother to look at him, too entranced he was by said girl. “I have no idea.” When Jake finally turned, the man was gone. But that wasn’t the surprise – seeing the entire room on their feet, was. And when the lights cut back out, everyone was asking about this mysterious blonde. Word had even reached Quinn Maddox: you must tell us more about this girl, the lead of sexy silk. She was unbelievable. Mystified by the rapture, Quinn excused himself from a ‘meeting’ to see what all the fuss was about. The girl who was supposed to lead sexy silk had called in sick and Quinn had cancelled the performance. And the last time he checked, Isabelle wasn’t described as a ‘mousy busty blonde.’

Jake had snuck his way into the dressing room and caught Brooke in a crowd of white and gold. “Br- er! –“ jaw stiffens, words crumble; thankful he didn’t get her name out before stopping himself, “Yo. What the hell was that?” The girls turned and all smiled flirtatiously at Jake, with the exception of one (two: if you count brooke). A feisty Latina who not only danced but managed the girls.

“You’re not allowed in here! Get out, perv!” she began ushering him away, or at least attempting to. “Yo, chill, Black Swan! All is good… I jus’ gotta talk to the blonde,” at least 3 other blonde’s look his way. “—the tiny one, with the I-want-to-choke-you look.” as Jake was distracted looking at Brooke, the latina girl pulled out mace and sprayed Jake’s face. The burning was immediate and like nothing he’d ever felt before.”Ah!! Son of a bitch!” Jake fell back onto a vanity, wiping his eyes while blindly looking for something to relieve the pain.

Jake might have thought that by telling her dad he was there to look at other girls, it might be the only thing he'd believe. But how was Quinn supposed to see that Jake was changing and he was anything other than a perverse frat boy, if he didn't try to at least show that? Jake could talk about turning over a new leaf with her all he wanted. But, if he didn't do anything about it then it didn't mean anything. Brooke didn't want to live on more empty words and promises. That's all she dealt with at home. Her family's legacy of lying and deceiving went back further than before she was even born. Jake was supposed to be more honest. Had he learned nothing about the tangled web of lies he created for himself already? Brooke had assumed not. She didn't even give him a chance to explain. And Jake yelling after her about how her reaction was unnecessary just proved he really didn't get it at all. From then on, a whirlwind took her by surprise. She might have been annoyed with Jake, but Brooke could admit that despite getting caught up in a show she wasn't prepared for, let alone meant to be in, the night didn't end up so bad. In fact, she had fun. More fun than she's had with Jake in awhile before everything went to shit. Brooke would count that a win in the whole grand scheme of things. At the very least, she was trying to. The praise never stopped, not even when Brooke followed the girls into the dress room to change and Jake appeared to talk to her. But, was stopped by the show's director who pepper sprayed him in the face when he refused to do as he was told. Too determined to talk to Brooke before matters were given a chance to escalate. With Jake on the ground, struggling to cope with his obscured vision and possibly search for a remedy for his pain, Brooke sighed and tried to repress a chuckle as she walked over to him and crouched down. "It's fine, he's with me," Brooke told the feisty lady. The lady who scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest, "You girls should know better. The number one rule to show business; no boyfriends allowed." With a sneer, the lady walked off to tend to the other girls while Brooke rolled her eyes. She could have easily corrected the woman by telling her that Jake wasn't her boyfriend. But, what was the point? The chances of this lady ever seeing the two of them again wasn't very likely. If they learned their lesson at all, they'd gather that this wasn't the place for them. As exhilarating and as fun as it's been to explore. They were teenagers. They had their whole lives to enjoy clubs like these. Maybe after Chiba, they should have just gone home. And perhaps, ended the night like a proper date should have. Assuming, Brooke still wanted to hold onto the date they shared. "C'mon," Brooke helped Jake up and set him down on a chair while she disappeared to change. When she was done, and the costume she had on was tucked away, Brooke led Jake out of the club and started walking alongside him back in the direction they originally came. They both had enough excitement for one night and Brooke was ready to turn in. The whole time she had her arms wrapped around herself to keep warm in the chilly night air as she thought back to why she stormed away from him in the first place. The elephant in the room wouldn't go away unless they addressed it and Brooke figured she'd be the grown up and do it first, "I think I was right, Jake. We're not ready." Brooke didn't know it until that moment, but a relationship with Jake was what she truly wanted deep down. Because it hurt her just to say those words. Tears stung her eyes as they continued walking and she thought back to the beginning of Sophomore year when her relationship with Jake ended after what was possibly the best summer of her life. One minute things were great. They were borderline picture perfect. Brooke spent the entire summer falling more in love with her best friend than she ever thought was possible. But come Sophomore year, that rug was ripped right out from under her feet. And shortly after they broke up, Nina told Brooke that Jake had moved on. That he hooked up with someone else a couple of weeks later and all hope for them as a couple was lost. Brooke was heartbroken and she ignored any further advances Jake had made and since declared to never go there with him again. But here she was, falling victim to his stupid charm all over again. And she could put up a fight. She could keep lying to herself and to him about how this wasn't what she wanted. But the truth was? It was all she wanted. The last question she had, that she never got a chance to ask during their game of pool was about that information Nina told her. She wondered if it was a lie too. And though it likely was, Jake had his fair share of girls. Even after they broke up. So, it left her confused. Unable to pick apart the truth from fiction. "Jake," Brooke sighed as she stopped him from walking by tapping his arm, "How long after we broke up the ending of that summer did it take for you to hook up with somebody else? I know what our friends said but I want to hear it from you.”

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