reason she
didn’t get kicked out is because her mother was on the school board. It also
helped that her grandfather donates a large sum to the school every year for
their scholarship programs.
“What
did you do Brooklyn? You’re not sitting in jail, so that’s a good sign.” My
voice is laced with sarcasm. Popping a piece of muffin into my mouth, I chew it
and stare at Brooklyn as I wait for her lay it on me.
With
her elbows resting on the granite counter top she drops her face into her
hands. “I made a stupid spur of the moment decision last night, and barely even
remember it, which makes it even worse! My parents are going to fucking kill
me!”
Oh
hell, reaching out I grip her shoulder, “You’re scaring me! What the hell did
you do last night, and what is going with you and Dixon? You two looked pretty
heated a few minutes ago.”
Brooklyn
starts crying and I freeze. She never cries, the only time is when someone dies
or we watch The Notebook. The last time I saw her cry was when I was in the
hospital. I take in a deep breath, and rub her back; I’m officially freaking
the hell out right now. If she’s fucking pregnant, I swear to God I will kick
Jax or Dixon’s ass. Then kick her ass for drinking while pregnant.
“Don’t
cry. Everything’s going to be fine.”
Looking
up at me with her mascara running, she muffles her cry by pressing her hand
over her mouth. I pick up a napkin from the table, hand it to her and give her
a sympathetic smile.
The
sound of Kayden and Dixon arguing travels into the kitchen, causing me to jump.
“Great! Now Kayden knows!” Brooklyn blurts out. “That SOB, I swear to God!
Ughhh, I don’t even know how to say this…I married Dixon last night.” Brooklyn
says in between sobs.
“Holy.
Fucking. Shit, Brooklyn! You…you married Dixon?!” I stammer out, my voice
coming out louder than I wanted. She flinches at my words as I scream at her.
“What the hell were you thinking!?”
“I
wasn’t thinking! I got so fucking drunk last night that I blurted out I loved
him, and then BAM! Next thing I know, Dixon is saying let’s go elope. One minute
we’re chasing down shots at the bar to Lil’ Wayne and LMFAO’s Shots , and
the next we’re in a chapel getting married by a fuckin’ Elvis impersonator. My
father is going to fucking kill us!”
Oh.
My. God. I can’t even process this right now. Brooklyn’s father Ray is going to
blow a fuckin’ gasket! This is a train wreck. Dixon is not marriage material at
all. Why couldn’t she have gone and eloped with Jax. He at least isn’t a
complete and total douchebag!
“What
are you going to do?” I finally ask after taking a few seconds to let what she
just said sink in.
Blowing
her nose in the napkin, Brooklyn hangs her head as the tears continue to fall.
“Take
some slow deep breaths.” I tell her as I rub her back. I hate seeing her so
upset. This can’t be a good sign if after only a few hours of marriage they’re
fighting like cats and dogs, and she’s bawling her eyes out.
Finally,
after calming herself down, she spins on the stool and faces me. Her eyes that
are usually twinkling with excitement are now dark and full of sadness.
“He
wants to get an annulment.” I can’t help but notice the disappointment in her
voice. I know she’s had a crush on Dixon, but I thought things with Jax were
getting more serious, and that she’d given up on the idea of having a
relationship with Dixon. He’s made it very clear on more than one occasion that
he’s not looking to settle down; he likes his life the way it is.
“Oh.
Well, I guess that’s the best thing to do. Seriously, do you actually see Dixon
as husband material?” I ask, hoping that I can get through to her.
Anger
takes over her features and she snaps at me, taking me by surprise, “I’m sorry
we can’t all fall for the player and have him magically fall in love with us.”
Standing abruptly, the bar stool squeals as it skids across the
didn’t get kicked out is because her mother was on the school board. It also
helped that her grandfather donates a large sum to the school every year for
their scholarship programs.
“What
did you do Brooklyn? You’re not sitting in jail, so that’s a good sign.” My
voice is laced with sarcasm. Popping a piece of muffin into my mouth, I chew it
and stare at Brooklyn as I wait for her lay it on me.
With
her elbows resting on the granite counter top she drops her face into her
hands. “I made a stupid spur of the moment decision last night, and barely even
remember it, which makes it even worse! My parents are going to fucking kill
me!”
Oh
hell, reaching out I grip her shoulder, “You’re scaring me! What the hell did
you do last night, and what is going with you and Dixon? You two looked pretty
heated a few minutes ago.”
Brooklyn
starts crying and I freeze. She never cries, the only time is when someone dies
or we watch The Notebook. The last time I saw her cry was when I was in the
hospital. I take in a deep breath, and rub her back; I’m officially freaking
the hell out right now. If she’s fucking pregnant, I swear to God I will kick
Jax or Dixon’s ass. Then kick her ass for drinking while pregnant.
“Don’t
cry. Everything’s going to be fine.”
Looking
up at me with her mascara running, she muffles her cry by pressing her hand
over her mouth. I pick up a napkin from the table, hand it to her and give her
a sympathetic smile.
The
sound of Kayden and Dixon arguing travels into the kitchen, causing me to jump.
“Great! Now Kayden knows!” Brooklyn blurts out. “That SOB, I swear to God!
Ughhh, I don’t even know how to say this…I married Dixon last night.” Brooklyn
says in between sobs.
“Holy.
Fucking. Shit, Brooklyn! You…you married Dixon?!” I stammer out, my voice
coming out louder than I wanted. She flinches at my words as I scream at her.
“What the hell were you thinking!?”
“I
wasn’t thinking! I got so fucking drunk last night that I blurted out I loved
him, and then BAM! Next thing I know, Dixon is saying let’s go elope. One minute
we’re chasing down shots at the bar to Lil’ Wayne and LMFAO’s Shots , and
the next we’re in a chapel getting married by a fuckin’ Elvis impersonator. My
father is going to fucking kill us!”
Oh.
My. God. I can’t even process this right now. Brooklyn’s father Ray is going to
blow a fuckin’ gasket! This is a train wreck. Dixon is not marriage material at
all. Why couldn’t she have gone and eloped with Jax. He at least isn’t a
complete and total douchebag!
“What
are you going to do?” I finally ask after taking a few seconds to let what she
just said sink in.
Blowing
her nose in the napkin, Brooklyn hangs her head as the tears continue to fall.
“Take
some slow deep breaths.” I tell her as I rub her back. I hate seeing her so
upset. This can’t be a good sign if after only a few hours of marriage they’re
fighting like cats and dogs, and she’s bawling her eyes out.
Finally,
after calming herself down, she spins on the stool and faces me. Her eyes that
are usually twinkling with excitement are now dark and full of sadness.
“He
wants to get an annulment.” I can’t help but notice the disappointment in her
voice. I know she’s had a crush on Dixon, but I thought things with Jax were
getting more serious, and that she’d given up on the idea of having a
relationship with Dixon. He’s made it very clear on more than one occasion that
he’s not looking to settle down; he likes his life the way it is.
“Oh.
Well, I guess that’s the best thing to do. Seriously, do you actually see Dixon
as husband material?” I ask, hoping that I can get through to her.
Anger
takes over her features and she snaps at me, taking me by surprise, “I’m sorry
we can’t all fall for the player and have him magically fall in love with us.”
Standing abruptly, the bar stool squeals as it skids across the
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