"Then stop him!" Brooke yelled.
"Really?" Kal whined. "I can bet if I get involved Harry will punch me. I don't want to get punched."
"Kal," Indianna said and rolled her eyes. "Break them up."
Kal huffed and stepped forward. He placed his hand on Harry's arm and cried out when Harry span round and punched Kal square on the mouth.
"Jesus, I told you!" Kal groaned and Harry swore, realising what he had done.
"Shit," Harry said. "What's your problem, you idiot!"
"Apparently we're not allowed to kill Brandon," Kal said and wiped his bloody lip. "Although that's news to me."
"Brooklyn!" Harry snapped and gently grabbed Brooke and pulled her back when she went to check on Brandon. Even after what he had done, she didn't want to see him badly injured.
"Brooke," Brandon muttered and winced when he pulled himself up from where he had been knocked to the ground. "I just want to talk."
"Just because I don't want you dead or badly hurt doesn't mean I want to talk," Brooke said, her eyes scanning Brandon's injuries. He was bruised but fine. "Are you okay?"
Brandon nodded. "Fine," he said and cracked his jaw.
"Then leave," Brooke said sharply.
"I-"
"Leave," Harry growled.
"I just want to talk to you-"
"Brooke doesn't want to talk to you, Brandon," Indianna called. "Now please get the hell away from my house."
"Brooke, I just want a few minutes-"
"You heard Indie," Brooke said and took a step backwards. "Leave."
"No."
"That's fine, I don't mind making you," Harry said and stepped forward.
"Harry," Indianna warned. "Brandon, go now while you can."
"No."
"Right-"
"Harry!" Brooke shouted and grabbed Harry, pulling him back. "Don't. Brandon, if I talk to you do you promise to leave after?"
"Yes."
"Fine," Brooke sighed. "I'll talk to you."
"No-"
"Yes," Brooke cut Harry off. "We will stay out here and you will go inside."
"I'll be watching from the window," Indianna warned Brandon. "If you do one thing out of line I won't stop whatever Harry does to you."
Brandon swallowed. "Okay."
"Harry, lets go inside," Indianna said softly.
"Fuck no."
"Harry, come on-"
"Fuck off-"
"Harry!" Brooke gasped.
"You can swear at me all you want, but I am your Luna and you're going to listen to me," Indianna said firmly and Brooke turned and raised an eyebrow. She had never heard Indianna sound so sure of herself. "Go inside, Harry."
Indianna was always stuck between two emotions. Loss and power. Sometimes she broke down from loss, and sometimes she got stronger through the power she had.
She had yet to balance both.
"I'll be fine," Brooke whispered and quickly kissed Harry before pushing him in the direction of the house.
Harry narrowed his eyes at his mate and Luna before walking inside.
"Five minutes," Indianna told Brandon and smiled at Brooke before following Harry inside. She went into the lounge and stood by the window, watching but not listening to Brooke and Brandon's conversation.
Indianna daydreamed as she watched Brooke. Her hands went to her stomach and she gently rubbed her small bump. She thought of Greyson and then her baby. Their baby. She couldn't wait to tell her baby all about their dad.
"He would've never let you out of his sight," she whispered. "His baby girl." Indianna had a hunch. It was just a feeling. But she knew. She knew she was going to have a little girl. "How am I going to keep all the guys away from you without a scary dad to frighten them all, eh?"
Indianna watched Brooke as she rolled her eyes and Brandon and turned away, heading towards the house.
"Let's go and talk to auntie Brooke," Indianna said softly and she gasped when she felt a dull thump. "A kick."
"Indie-" Brooke walked into the lounge and paused when she noticed Indianna's expression. "What's wrong? Are you okay? You-"
"A kick," Indianna repeated and jumped when she felt another thump. "She kicked."
"She kicked?" Brooke gasped.
"She kicked!" Indianna smiled.
"Oh my god she kicked!" Brooke grinned and rushed over to Indianna and placed her hand on her stomach. "She kicked!" Brooke squealed. "Indie, that's fantastic!"
"She's okay," Indianna sighed and rested her head on Brooke's shoulder. "Are you okay?"
"I'm always okay," Brooke said and wrapped her arms around her best friend.
"Don't lie to me," Indianna mumbled.
"I told Brandon where to stick it," Brooke whispered. "But he did say he was going to try and stop Rogue from retaliating badly."
Indianna nodded. "Do you want to talk?"
"No, but I do want to eat chocolate and watch some movies," Brooke said. "Can we do that?"
"Definitely, but don't you want to talk to Harry first-"
"He can wait," Brooke said dismissively. "I want to spend some girly time with my best friend. I want to forget about our lives for a short amount of time."
"I wish we could forget for longer."
*
Please stop saying how you're going to stop reading this book. I get that you're pissed Greyson is dead, but you can be pissed without being a right dickhead about it in the comments.
Thanks
*
"I heard she kicked?" Kimberly called, walking into Harry's room where Indianna and Brooke were bundled under the covers of his bed, watching a cheesy girly film.
"She did," Indianna nodded and stopped the film.
Kimberly glanced at Brooke who was munching on some popcorn, Brooke always ate when she was stressed or worried. Kimberly was jealous of Brooke. She was jealous of Brooke's relationship with Indianna. The girls were best friends, they had been through so much together.
Kimberly hated how bubbly Brooke was. She was always happy, everyone seemed to love her.
"Is everything okay, Kim?" Indianna asked, noticing Kimberly's silence.
"How do you do it?" Kimberly asked, looking at Brooke.
"Excuse me?" said Brooke.
"How do you do it?" Kimberly repeated. "You're never down, you're always happy! You should be screwed up. You should be the bitch, not me. So much has happened to you yet you're still happy and you seem like there's nothing wrong! How do you do it?"
Brooke looked at Kimberly and sighed. "I don't do it," she said simply. "I pretend. I fake everything. I bottle it up and eventually I explode. Wait- don't tell Harry I said that."
"He knows what you're like, Brooke," Indianna said softly and took Brooke's hand.
"Doesn't mean I want to admit it," Brooke mumbled and ate some more popcorn.
"Do you want to join us, Kimberly?" Indianna asked.
"I... er-"
"Move your butt and sit," Brooke called and rolled her eyes.
"Are the sheets clean?" Kimberly wondered, raising her eyebrow.
"Yes," Brooke laughed. "Jheeze, I'm not that bad." Indianna gave Brooke a look and she blushed. "Come on, we don't do it a lot."
Kimberly scoffed and joined the two girls on the bed. "If you're not bickering you're fucking."
"Let's just watch the film," Brooke mumbled.
"Wait," Kimberly said. "How do you fake it?"
Brooke paused and frowned at Kimberly before smiling brightly. It seemed so real, so genuine. If Kimberly didn't know better then she would've thought Brooke was the happiest girl alive. "A smile deceives many people."
"You make it look so easy," Kimberly murmured.
"Practise," Brooke shrugged.
"Don't even think about it," Indianna said to Kimberly. "Don't fake happiness, don't hide your feelings. It's not good." Indianna gave Brooke a look.
"It's now a habit," Brooke defended herself. "And I don't intend to give it up."
"I talk to you, I tell you everything, it helps to have someone to talk to," Indianna frowned.
"It helps you," Brooke said. "Not me."
"Don't lie," Indianna sighed. "I know you feel better after Harry finally gets you to open up."
"Indie, respectfully, please shut up," Brooke said. "I'd rather not talk about me, or Harry. I would like to talk about Kal." Brooke turned to Kimberly. "I've got a question and it's really been bugging me."
"What?" Kimberly asked cautiously.
"Have you had sex yet?" Brooke wondered and ate some more popcorn.
Kimberly's eyes widened. "I... We-"
"Don't look so shocked," Brooke said dismissively. "Me and my friends quizzed Indianna about it when her and Greyson first got together-" Brooke paused and glanced at Indianna, stopping herself before she mentioned anything else about Greyson.
"We were friends then," Indianna said with a small chuckle. "You and Kim don't really get along."
Brooke blinked, not expecting Indianna to not react at the mention of Greyson. "We were hardly good friends then. You made it super hard to talk to you," Brooke said and looked at Kimberly. "So, have you?"
"How soon was it before you and Harry did it?" Kimberly asked sheepishly. Brooke was seeing a different side to Kimberly. An insecure side. A side that wasn't a defensive bitch. "I've never done it before and I'm nervous. Was Harry your first?"
(A/N: I can't remember if I've mentioned about Kimberly knowing about Brooke's past or not, so I'm just going to pretend she doesn't)
Brooke paled. "You don't know?"
"Know what?" Kimberly questioned.
"A-about me?" Brooke whispered. "What happened to me?"
"Surprisingly you aren't the main subject of all conversations. I don't know anything about you," Kimberly shrugged.
Brooke swallowed and shrugged her shoulders, waving her hand dismissively. "Harry and I aren't the best example of mates," Brooke said. "We had sex two weeks after we met. He was the first person I had sex with that I cared about."
Indianna squeezed Brooke's hand. "Greyson and I waited a while," Indianna said, taking attention away from Brooke.
"But they did it at school," Brooke smirked.
Kimberly's eyes widened. "I would not expect that from you!"
Indianna blushed, but Brooke noticed how she rubbed her eye, pulling her hand away that was slightly damp.
"Lets watch the film, yeah?" Brooke said and this time it was Brooke who squeezed Indianna's hand.
"Yeah," Indianna agreed.
*
Indianna had fallen asleep, but she was awoken by Brooke.
"Indie, your phone is ringing," Brooke said softy and handed Indianna her phone.