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Chapter One:

Brooke Dystra sat on the hood of Ace's car looking immensely bored; she didn't look anywhere else besides her toes. Ace had been chatting away with Eyeball, and had not been paying her much attention. It wasn't unusual, but it was a bit disheartening.

Brooke sighed quietly and absentmindedly rubbed the bruise on her left forearm. The nasty looking purpleish spot stood out graciously against her skin, but thankfully most people that could've seen it never questioned her about it. There was only one person that interrogated her about it. Brooke knew he would though. He was just that attentive. He knew her so well.

Heaving out another breath, Brooke wrapped her arms tightly around her knees and laid her chin down on her knee caps. Her eyes scanned the junkyard, and she made a slight look of disgust. She would never see the appeal in the place. It was a useless place to hang out at on such a sunny June day such as this. The temperature was just perfect, and Brooke would much rather spend the afternoon having a good swim than sit on the hood of a car and have her own boyfriend forget her existence.

The young girl's eyes flickered over to Charlie, and a smile formed on her face. She would never, for the life of her, figure out why a nice guy like him could be part of something like the Cobras. He could act as tough as he wanted, but she knew by heart that he was a softie; a softie that she adored.

"What are you staring at Brooke?" Ace's voiced whispered seductively against her ear.

Brooke broke away from her thoughts, and jumped slightly. She hadn't anticipated him being close this close to her. When did he even get this close? She didn't even notice him leave the spot he had sat on next to Eyeball.

"Oh, nothing." She feigned the naïve tone while looking him dead in the eyes.

"Right." He drawled out. "As if I believe that."

Brooke didn't know if the last part was for her to hear or not, but either way, she wasn't going to say anything to him.

"But anyways, wanna go back to my place?"

Brooke straightened out her posture, and chewed on her bottom lip. She wasn't surprised that he would be asking sex, but the way he was nuzzling her neck and grasping her hand was a bit shocking. However, even through the 'loving' gestures, she could feel his demand.

She sighed, but nodded anyways, she didn't want another lesson in 'respect' from him. She shuddered at the memory of when he first did it; she had a black eye that lasted for two weeks.

Brooke slid off the hood of the car and got into the passenger seat while he slid into the driver's seat. Her eyes drifted to Charlie, and she could see the disapproving look on his face, in those eyes that could see through her lies. Brooke smiled apologetically at him, and watched as he slightly shook his head meaning that they'd talk later. Soon Charlie's figure disappeared as Ace drove farther and farther away from the junkyard.

"Ace, we just fucked this morning." The brunette stated softly, not wanting him to touch her anymore than he already had.

"And?" He replied, not having a care in the world.

Brooke kept silent, and ran a hand through her dark brown hair.

"Forget it."

Brooke looked at the scenery that was whizzing by as her boyfriend drove. Soon enough, they pulled into the driveway of Ace's house. The brunette looked in disgust at the structure that looked like it would crash down at any moment. The lawn was unruly, windows smashed and broken, the paint was chipping off, and the cement of the driveway and walkway were cracked and unbalanced. It reminded her of a house that would be seen in a horror movie.

The young girl shook her head. It was the perfect house to go to during Halloween for a scare. She and Ace got out of the car, and he led her to the bedroom that she always seemed to dread. Once the door closed and locked, Ace had his way with her. The entire time, Brooke tuned him out and kept her mind on other things. Ace never noticed cause he was too caught up in his own pleasure to notice that his girlfriend had her head turned away, and a lone tear had escaped her eye.

After he was done, he got off of her, got dressed, and told her to go home. Brooke hurriedly dressed, and quickly got out of the nightmare house. Of course she had to walk home because Ace would never drive her home.

"This sucks." Brooke muttered to herself while kicking a small stone.

"Brooke!" A voice called out.

Brooke turned around, and instantly smiled when she saw Charlie jogging up to catch up to her.

"Hey Charlie." Her smile reached her eyes.

"Hey." He smiled back. "Gotta walk home?"

"Obviously." She laughed contently.

"Right, I'll walk you home if you want?" He questioned slightly with a warm grin, though, he knew she would say yes.

Brooke grinned back and nodded.

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