"Brook!"
A young man's voice echoed down the hallway, penetrating through the sounds of students hovering around their lockers. A young girl lifted her head, turning around to see the owner of the voice. Her eyes, a sparkling blue, peeked through layers of gorgeous red hair.
"Brooklyn!" the voice called again. It sounded as though the voice was trying to find her, and didn't know where to look in the crowded space. Within moments, she could spot the owner peeking through the crowds, however he didn't get the chance to see her before someone moved into the way.
"Jorden!" she called out, giving him the opportunity to follow her voice. He did just that, arriving only moments later with a crooked smile on place. With black hair sticking up everywhere, it only essentuated the impression that he was flustered.
"That was just...ridiculous!" he paused midway through, emphasising his slight frustration.
Jorden was tall, a good head taller than Brooklyn, but this was a responsibly new thing of the two of them. Brooklyn had always been the taller of the friends, ever since they first met, when they were just six. Jorden's parents moved into the mansion, a little down the street from the young lady. Since both sets of parents seemed to fit the stereotype of work-a-holics, to perfection, it left both the two children alone often. They became best friends as a result.
Brooklyn grabbed her books and laughed at her best friend's unimpressed facial expression. Together they started weaving through the students, in an effort to get to their first classes. Jorden use to complain that Brooklyn grew up faster than him. As soon as they started high school, she had a body with perfect curves (not ridiculously big, but defined, nonetheless) and the sophistication which made her stand out and be remembered. He, however was scrawny and a face full of acne. In the last two years, the world decided to thank him for his patience and suffering, and he had done ridiculously well because of it. With his eventual height, also brought muscles and the a rather defined chin line. The same girls that use to tease him where now literally fighting igmungst themselves for the opportunity to date him. Considering the number that use to tease him, this is quite an impressive achievement.
As they walked through the hallway, casually chatting about the absolutely shocking singers on tv the night before, other kids would move out of their way. Not in the manner of mean girls where if they didn't move, the two best friends would trample them, more in a manner that other kids where aware of them, and wanted to step aside to show good faith.
It was no doubt they were popular. Embory High - a school for the wealthy. In a school like this, everyone was popular, if you has enough money. And the two of them did.
The funny thing is, these two, despite their wealth and popularity, were not like other teenagers. Unlike the "popular" crowd, Jorden and Brooklyn were not interesting in their social status. They didn't care about being seen as better than other students, bragging about their parents money, or acting as though they have more rights than others. They just weren't interest in that... Drama.
Brook blames her parents for the way she turned out. Jorden would roll his eyes to this, secretly thanking Brook's parents for being so ridiculously selfish, which resulting in Brook discovering that there are right ways to treat others, and there were not so right ways... Because of her moral compass pointing so true north, she had assumed the role of Jorden's consciousness, keeping the two of them out of trouble for as long as the had been friends. Jorden held no false impressions: without her, he would be off the rails in days.
That was probably the reason they were so popular, really. Two rich teenagers, whose clothes show exactly how wealthy they are, but never act like the rich spoiled kids. Wow. No wonder everyone knows who they are!
"Look who it is," the voice was deep, bouncing around the stone walls of Embory High. In mid conversation, both Jorden and Brook groaned, and desperately attempted to ignore both the voice, and its equally annoying owner. That was a little difficult, as he stepped forward to block their path.
When both Jorden and Brook were forced to skid to a stop, to avoid a massive collision, other kids started to look around to see what was going on. Like flies attracted to a carcass, the hallway went from a reasonable number, to completely packed in seconds.
Hell was about to insure. And they were all making sure they had a good view.
In front of them was a young boy, same age as the two of them, known as Silver tongue, Whip lash, and prick: the last two normally the preferred name for Jorden and Brook. Apparently his mother actually called him Luke. Although, that may just be a rumour.
With blonde hair sticking up at all ends, Brook had to admit Luke was definitely charming. The slight stubble was what catches Jorden's eye, who always gets annoyed the such an arse can get away with completely ignoring rules, especially when it means disrespecting personal presentation. All in all, Luke was a thin looking guy, who appeared as though he desperately needed someone to care of him. Luke would have hundreds of ladies fighting over him... If he would just learnt to keep his mouth firmly closed.
"What the hell do you want?" Jorden growled, as he marched right up into his face.
"Want? Who, me?" Luke pushed Jorden back. "I want absolutely nothing from you, and your ugly girlfriend!"
"We aren't dating," both Brook and Jorden said in illusion.
"Are you joined at the bloody hip cause you enjoy no independence?" luke literally snared at the two. Jorden had his fists balled up, and was physically hurting not to take a swing at the guy.
"Independence? Like what you have? You make stupid decisions everyday. Great demonstrating there."
"You know nothing about the decisions I make," Luke's voice has turned frightening deep. The two guys stood staring at each other. For years, the two had been on the verge of ripping each other's throats out. The only reason it has yet to happen, is because of Brook. The young lady was the ONLY thing that forced the two guys to not kill each other.
Brook reached up, grabbing ahold of Jorden, and pull him away.
"Let's just go," she muttered.
"You should teach your woman not to speak out of turn, mate!" luke called out at their retreating backs. Everyone watching, who had remained eagerly listening, started murmuring at dusty blonde's words. There were more than a few Oooooohs.
"How many times I got to spell this out to you! She ain't my women!" snapped Jorden.
"And can speak whenever the hell I want!" added Brook, glaring at the jerk.
"Wow, she actually stands up to me? Have i upset the little Ranga?!?"
Brook was very logical, very sensible. But it is wise to not upset her. It takes a lot for that to happen, but when it does, she will bring you down. If it is the very last thing she does.
Roles swopped in mare seconds. Suddenly, it was Brook diving for Luke, ready to cause some major physical harm, and Jorden having to pull her back and keep her restrained. Luke laughed, edging the two on.
"Did you seriously just call me, Ranga? I swear to god I-"
"-You'll what, Brooklyn?"
Silence fell in the hallway, as a teacher's voice floated through. All three of them froze, pretending like they totally weren't seconds from a smash down. When nobody, and but that I mean, NOBODY, said anything, the teacher gave up.
"Well, since you clearly aren't doing anything, you had all best be on your way."
That got a response, with practically the whole hallway grumbling and whining about the potential of that fight, and how badly it failed.
Luke chuckled, as he marched past the two friends, slamming his shoulder into Jorden as he pasted. Once the two had broken out of the crowds, Jorden still rubbing his sore shoulder, Brook was the first to speak.
"I hate him!"
"I hate him so much!" Jorden backed up.
"What the hell is his problem? Does he enjoy just pissing people off?!?"
"To be honest, Brook, I have been wondering that since we first met that smirking asshole."
"I don't get it! This school is meant to be all about sophistication. Who the HELL let him in!?!"
"I know!"
"I don't think we will ever get along with that jerk," Brook muttered, and Jorden agreed as they both parted ways to head to their individual classes.
Brooklyn had absolutely no idea that she would be the one to change that....