Bad girl meets bad boy - Logan Huntzberger

Lilah

Brooke's pov

I walk into the news paper room to work on my article when Doyle runs over to me.

"WHAT IS THIS?!" He yells turning his phone to me.

It shows a video of when me and Logan were talking in the corner.

"WHO TOOK A VIDEO OF ME TALKING TO SOMEONE!?" I reply yelling back.

"OHH LOGAN HUNTZBERGER IS NOT JUST 'SOMEONE' HE IS SO MUCH MORE THAN THAT!" Doyle screams.

"WHY DOES EVERYONE CARE ABOUT HIM SO MUCH? CAUSE I SURE AS HELL DONT!" I reply.

"HIS DAD IS ONE OF THE MOST POWERFUL PEOPLE EVER IN THE JOURNALISM INDUSTRY!" Doyle explains shouting.

"oh, makes sense"  I lower my voice.

I walk over to my desk and I get a call.

"hello?" I say.

"hi girl!" I hear over.

I gasp in excitement.

"LILAH!" I shout.

"oh what now Brooke!" Doyle yells.

"sorry" I reply.

"so when are you getting back?" I ask.

"right now!" Lilah replies, her voice getting louder.

"Wait Lilah what do you mean right now?" I question.

She hangs up the phone.

"I don't know, look up for a hint." Lilah says.

I look up from my phone and see her standing in front of my desk.

I stand up and hug her.

"so lye how was your break?" I ask.

"oh it was great except for the part where my parents kicked me out" she says sarcastically.

"they kicked you out?!" I reply getting louder and mad.

"basically" she replies.

"Well your always welcome at my house and dorm." I say.

"well I got a dorm, but thanks" she smiles.

"I'll leave you to your work I got to unpack anyway, see you at lunch?" Lilah says.

"See you then" I smile as she walks out.

A few minutes later I look at the time and rush to my first class.

Logan's pov

I walk to Brooke's dorm and knock on the door.

"Who is it!" I hear a mean toned girl yell.

"um Logan Huntzberger!" I reply.

"Brooke's not here!" She shouts.

"Good! I'm here to see one of her friends!" I yell back.

A minute later the door opens.

"What do you want?" I see a brunette girl with brown eyes ask.

"Look I know this may sound a little weird but.. what is her schedule for classes?" I ask.

"she walks away into what I'm guessing was her room.

"here, now leave!" She shouts handing me a paper with Brooke's schedule on it.

"Thank-"

"SCRAM!" she yells.

"I'm leaving!" I reply fast waking away.

I find a bench and check over the paper the brunette gave me.

"Perfect" I smile.