Thread: You Again? (rpfiend_123 & AnnaBeth Belle)

The rush of flirting and going on a date with a cute older guy - okay not like a date date but a date sort of, right? - made Brooke feel so desirable and pretty and like she was just having a rollercoaster ride of her heart. Every thing Tony said was funny and smart and every touch made her young body sing as he played the strings of her skin. It was just perfect! Sammie was going to be so jealous and they could spend all night talking about every moment of it before going to the game together tomorrow! The feeling was so intense she didn't even think about how Mr. Stevenson would act when he came over. Brooke was actually excited in the way Tony came off as tough and challenging back to Mike's introduction, and she didn't miss the strength, the contest, of their handshake. To know she was the cause of it made her feminine pride swell. It was just perfect! And then Mr. Stevenson ruined it. It was like he was trying to embarrass her in front of Tony, in front of the whole gym! He ran Tony off and turned her cute manly crush into a worried boy retreating from Mike and dropping Brooke like she was just a kid and not a woman. Brooke's heart fell out of her chest and she could feel tears of embarrassment and shame burning her eyes. Tony, wait- she called out but he couldn't get away fast enough from the little girl he saw her as now and Mr. Stevenson's overbearing demeanor. Stricken, she wanted him to turn around, at least to acknowledge her, but Tony didn't. A moment later she saw one of his gym buddies intercept him and the two got into a close, quick conversation. When the other guy with Tony looked her way, then back at Tony she could see, could read the words on his lips. 'High school? Dude.' Ready to go? Brooke looked back at Mr. Stevenson, standing there with his arms crossed, looking confident and just a little satisfied at having run Tony off and embarrassing her in front of him and his friend. In front of the whole gym. She could never come here again after that. Or anywhere! Why did you do that? You're not my dad! Brooke's voice was almost too loud and she turned and headed for the front of the gym, accidentally leaving her jump rope and towel behind. Her dad would never do that, was barely aware of her even growing up and wanting to date. Mom knew, and worked to make sure Brooke made good choices, but mom also was a typical Jewish mom and if there wasn't going to be Dr. in front of the name or at least a lawyer then Brooke could do better. This was going to be the first - okay of two - boys Brooke dated that wasn't picked out by her mom. The first non-Jewish boy too, her goy boy! And Mr. Stevenson ruined it all. Brooke was furious and the tears that did now spill from her eyes were angry and hot instead of weak and ashamed. Why did he have to be such an asshole! The moment she heard the remote open the door, Brooke got into the car and yanked her seat belt across her. Crossed arms and the way she stared angrily straight ahead lasted until Mr. Stevenson got in and shut the door. You're not my Dad, she said without looking over but not because she was afraid but because she was so mad. Brooke couldn't remember ever letting Mr. S see her lose her temper, not really. Sammie had seen it a few times though. Sammie was different that way too. When she was mad she just walled off. Brooke though, Brooke needed to have it out. There were some pretty epic arguments in the Srednicki household, and not just because of anger. When her family, her people started arguing about something they just loved to keep going with it. Her dad said it was just as much part of their culture and tradition as it was with her grandmother playing yenta. And right now you're not my assistant principal either. Right now you're just... you're just being an asshole! Why did you do that! Now she turned, not just her head but her entire body in the seat, the belt pulling tight across her gym clothes. I'm not your little girl. I'm not Sammie! I like to date guys. Boys. One. Didn't really like him at all but that was beside the point. My dad wouldn't have done that so don't think you have the right to! Only because her dad wouldn't know a gym from a giraffe but again, beside the point. He liked me! He really liked me and thought I was pretty and funny and we were going on a date after the hockey game- Potentially. Maybe. -and he was cute and not stupid like boys my age. They don't even know how to kiss and they get all nervous when we- Brooke stopped herself, knowing that even as mad as she was, talking about her awkward forays into sex with Mr. Stevenson wasn't right. She stared at him, face red from more than the sunburn, and her jaw was clenched so tight it made every muscle in her face stand out. You asshole, she said again and turned back in the seat, arms crossed and pulled as far away from Mr. Stevenson as possible. God I hate you.