Disclaimer: dont own anything, not oth or nothing. dedicated to nem, pag-ibig ya girly, you are the bratty to my broody. the pamagat is totally inspired sa pamamagitan ng another artikulo here, i think sa pamamagitan ng eka but its been so long that i cant exactly remember.
Chapter One – Counting
It has been two years, eight months, three weeks and two days since I was last in puno Hill.
I’ve been counting.
There were many reasons why I left and cut contact with my friends, the main one being is I didn’t like the person I was becoming. I use to be strong and independent and I had found myself depending too much on...
Ok so i hate peyton soo much of course you know that =] There are MILLIONS of reasons why i absoloutly cant STAND HER!!!
1.In the first season she cheats on her BEST mga kaibigan boyfriend.BUt that is not the worst part. When brooke tells peyton "I'm falling for him" and also that she likes him alot she still has an on going affair behind her back.She also gets made a brooke for being mad at her!!
2.In the 3rd season she tells brooke that she still has feeling for lucas. I know that she was trying to be honest but she sinabi to brooke that she wont hurt her right after the shooting WERE LUCAS&PEYTON...
Brooke's POV After the game I waited outside the gym for Lucas , but he didn't come out.As Nathan passed me with Haley he just gave me a sad look, as if I was supposed to know what that meant, so I went after them: "Hey guys.Do you know where Lucas is?" I look ad them as they gave each other a sceptical look. Nathan was the first to speak: "Ehm .. He didn't feel like playing tonight so I guess he went home." "Okay, thanks." I knew that something was going on , but I was too scared to ask, so I went into my car & took of to Lucas. As usual I just walked into his room, but there was no light...
because hannah asked so nicely, and im a sucker for politeness.
If there is one thing I know it’s when I am in trouble, there’s a certain way my name is said, with the slightest flicker of disappointment. So when my favourite professor stops me as I’m about to leave his lecture I know it’s not a good thing.
The grimace I wear as I take the upuan he offers isn’t on purpose, and I hear him sigh and then he slaps a familiar sleeve on the desk, “well done”
I say nothing.
“By far the best paper in the class” he adds on, and I just kink my eyebrow. What does he want...