THEO
I don’t know why Brooke Eastwick intrigues me. Call it morbid curiosity.
She’s not my type at all. Buttoned up so tight, so prim and proper. A good girl. A brainiac. A nerd. She’s got glasses, for fuck’s sake. In normal society that probably wouldn’t seem like a big deal, but shifters typically have perfect vision; our healing abilities overcome any deterioration of eyesight.
I sort of remember asking my mom about it, once, and her telling me that it was some kind of rare recessive trait that the Eastwick twins’ mom carried. That was a long time ago, though, so I don’t remember exactly. Either way, it’s weird.
If our interaction yesterday is any indication, Brooke clearly wants nothing to do with me- which is strange, because I’m me. Some females throw themselves at me, others play a game of cat and mouse- but the end result is always the same. Even the waitress from the Goldenleaf bar who was obsessed with Gray let me fuck her in the storage room. I bet Fallon would’ve, too, if I’d gotten to her before Gray did.
I’m not sure if I enjoy torturing Brooke or if I’m just trying to pass the time while I’m stuck in the IT hub, but I plant myself at her desk again the next day. She doesn’t even look up at me as I drag a chair over from the conference table, lean back in it, and slap my boots up on her desk.
Today she’s wearing a Green Day t-shirt, a pair of ripped up jeans, and the same dingy chuck taylors that she had on yesterday. Her long blonde hair is down, tucked back behind her ears. Black framed glasses perched on her nose; her fingers fly across the computer keyboard. Her nails are painted purple, the polish chipping.
I just watch her for a moment, studying her movements. The curve of her neck, the way she furrows her brow and gnaws on her lip in concentration. Definitely nerdy as hell, but also kind of… endearing?
“Sup, kid?” I ask, shrugging out of my jacket.
Slowly, she turns to look at me, and I watch as her eyes travel down to my biceps as I pull them out of my jacket sleeves, fly to my abs when my shirt rides up.
“You like what you see?” I waggle my eyebrows.
She scowls, turning away, resuming typing. “Are you going to sit here and bug me all afternoon again?” Brooke asks through gritted teeth.
“Come on, now. I thought you liked my company.” I flash a smile, but she doesn’t even glance my way.
I throw my jacket over the back of my chair, reclining in it as I study her again. Long, thin fingers glide across the keyboard. Her baggy t-shirt hides her body, but if she’s anything like her twin, I bet it’s bangin’. Her tits are a little small for my taste, but I caught a glimpse of that ass of hers in her yoga pants in the dining hall last night and I wouldn’t mind another peek.
If she’d ever leave her desk chair.
Fuck, this girl is obsessed with her computer.
“So Green Day, huh?” I ask, fumbling for the pocket of my jacket to retrieve my afternoon snack.
“What?” Brooke finally turns to look at me, her big blue eyes blinking behind her glasses.
“Your shirt.” I gesture to it. “Green Day.”
“Oh,” she breathes. “Yeah.”
She goes back to typing.
Click. Click. Click.
“What’s your favorite album?” I ask.
She pauses, side-eying me. “You listen to Green Day?”
I chuckle. “Well no, but if I wanted to, what’s their best?”
Brooke considers for a moment, eyes on the ceiling, biting her bottom lip gently.
“American Idiot, probably. Or Insomniac.”
I choke on a laugh. “Those are names of albums?”
Her eyes darken and return to her computer screen.
I sigh, still chuckling as I fish my granola bar out of my jacket pocket, tearing open the wrapper.
“Didn’t I tell you yesterday that you shouldn’t eat in here?” Brooke murmurs, gaze still transfixed on her monitor.
I take a big bite, chewing. “Gotta keep this body fueled, kid,” I say, patting my abs.
Her eyes flicker to my stomach, then back to her computer, hands typing furiously.
Click. Click. Click.
“So Green Day… is that your favorite band?”
She stops, whipping her head over to look at me. “What are you doing?”
“What?” I mumble, mouth full of granola bar. I chew as she eyes me skeptically, swallow. “I’m just making conversation. Seems like you wear a lot of band t-shirts, so I thought you might have some music recs.”
I’m feigning innocence, but I’m a little titillated to be getting under her skin. It’s fun.
“Seriously?”
I nod. “Seriously. Whatcha got for me?”
I twist around in my chair to pull my phone out of my jacket pocket, and once I retrieve it, I catch her taking another peek at my stomach before my shirt slides back down.
Oh yeah, baby. Check out those rock hard abs.
Her cheeks flush like she knows she’s caught, and she starts in on another staring contest with her computer monitor.
I finish the last bite of my granola bar, tossing the wrapper onto her desk. She eyes it with annoyance as I unlock my phone, open my Spotify app.
“Okay, where should I start?” I ask, hitting the search button.
She studies me for a moment, looking from my phone up to my eyes curiously. Like she’s trying to figure out my game here.
“Well what kind of stuff do you usually listen to?” Brooke finally asks, leaning back in her chair and swiveling it toward me. She has one long leg crossed over the other, bouncing the toe of her chuck taylor sneaker.
I shrug. “Mostly rap. Hip hop. Whatever’s on the radio. But I’m open to suggestions.”
Brooke sighs, rolling her eyes as if my music taste is deplorable.
She reaches for her own phone lying face down on the desk, clicking the home button and navigating to the Spotify app. “Here, I’ll share a playlist with you. What’s your Spotify username?”
“Huh?”
“Your e-mail.”
“Uhh… like the one I registered my account under? Can’t you just text it to me?”
She groans, and the sound is eerily… sexual. It does something to my dick.
“Here,” she sighs, tossing her phone into my lap. “Send it to yourself.”
She’s got a blank message open on the screen with the playlist share link ready to go. I drop my own phone into my lap and pick up hers, entering my number and hitting send.
My phone vibrates against my crotch. Message received.
“Thanks,” I say, handing her phone back to her. I pick up my own, opening up the message and adding the playlist she shared to my own Spotify account. I start to scroll through it absently, not recognizing half of the band names on the playlist. Brooke resumes her furious typing.
Click. Click. Click.
“So are you coming out tonight?” I ask, still scrolling.
The clicking stops, and I can feel her eyes on me.
“Yeah. I’m going out. With some friends.” The way she emphasizes the word ‘friends’ is obviously meant to indicate that I’m not included in her plans.
“Cool.”
Click. Click. Click.
“Guess I’ll see you there.”
She stops again, and this time, I look up to meet her eyes. They’re so fucking blue- I swear I’ve never seen eyes as blue as hers. Not that I’m paying attention to chicks’ eyes very often. I scold myself mentally for even noticing.
Brooke studies my face again. She’s still trying to figure me out.
She purses her lips. “Maybe.”
I flash her a smile. A faint blush forms on her cheeks and she looks away quickly.
She totally wants me.
Guess I’m making progress. With what, I don’t know, but I’m smugly satisfied with myself for turning yesterday’s ‘no’ into a ‘maybe’.
There’s something about Brooke’s whole ‘good girl’ persona that turns me on a little bit. I’ve never been with someone like her before. I wonder if she’s really that good, or if there’s a bad girl lurking somewhere inside.
I wasn’t sure what I was getting at with her before, but now I know.
I definitely want to sleep with her.
BROOKE Going to the bar in Goldenleaf is somewhat of a ritual for the squad members on Saturday nights. The girls trade their workout apparel for tight dresses, the guys for jeans and nicer t-shirts or button-downs. I don’t typically put a lot of effort into my appearance, but Fallon always gets really into getting dressed up for our Saturday nights out, so I indulge her. Tonight, she’s talked me into wearing a black pleather mini-skirt and a white lacy crop top with elbow length sleeves. I don’t know if it’s hers or if it’s borrowed, but I feel oddly exposed in the outfit. At least the skirt is high-waisted and the lace of the crop top dips down to conceal my midriff. My legs are really the only thing on full display, and I trade my usual chucks for a pair of heels because according to Fallon they ‘make my legs look longer’ and ‘complete the outfit’. My friend Carly from the IT unit is coming out with us tonight, and
THEO“Ah, he’s back,” I drawl as Gray approaches our table, stabbing his fingers through his hair. “What happened man, trouble in paradise?”Gray slides into his seat beside me, but not before he delivers a jab to my bicep.Jax snickers on the other side of me. I can always count on him to laugh at my smartass comments.I press further. “Don’t tell me you guys broke up already…”Gray rolls his eyes, reaching for the beer he left stranded when he got up to greet Fallon. Little does he know, I downed it in his absence, impatient for the waitress to bring over more.“Please,” Gray scoffs. “She’s hanging with her friends for a while. We don’t have to be together twenty-four seven. I know who she’s going home with.”Gray picks up the beer, realizes it’s empty, and reaches for a fresh one instead, br
BROOKE If I didn’t think so before, then last night’s run-in with him certainly cemented it- Theo Jacobsen is a pig. Who the heck gets a handjob in a public place? And he had the nerve to ask for privacy, like I was the one being rude? Who the hell does he think he is? On Sunday morning, I head out for a run after breakfast. I don’t consider myself the sporty type like my twin is, but endurance has always been my jam. Running helps me clear my head, get centered. The endorphins don’t suck, either. The wolf inside of me is also particularly wily. It’s a struggle to keep her at bay, but running helps. Just getting out in nature appeases her, tiring out my body quiets her. I try to stick to my typical forest paths so I don’t get lost. I’m a terrible navigator. When I first moved to the complex almost two months ago, I got lost a few times on my runs. I had to shift and allow my
THEO“Sup, nerds?” I greet as I walk into the IT hub the next afternoon. I’m really settling into this new gig as the liaison- it isn’t half as boring as I expected now that I’ve made it my mission to bed Brooke Eastwick.Speaking of Brooke, she doesn’t even glance up at me when I walk in. I make my rounds to the other desks, asking the geeks if they have anything to report back to Gray, and by the time I get back to hers she still doesn’t acknowledge me.What gives? I apologized for yesterday. You’d think a self-proclaimed ‘nice girl’ would be a little more gracious.Instead, it seems she’s giving me the cold shoulder today. She doesn’t say anything when I drag a chair over to her desk, sink down into it. Doesn’t respond when I greet her with a “hey kid”. Doesn’t flinch when I kick my boots up on the edge of the
BROOKE I head outside five minutes early to wait for Theo, and he’s ten minutes late. Figures. The afternoon sun is beating down and beads of sweat are rolling down my back by the time he pulls up in Gray’s Jeep, honking the horn as if he doesn’t see me waiting here. Why did I agree to catch a ride with him again? I sling my backpack over a shoulder and shove my hands in my pockets, trudging around to the passenger side. When I pull open the door, I hear the familiar tune of Boulevard of Broken Dreams and I can’t help but crack a smile, throwing my backpack on the floor, sliding into the seat, and closing it behind me. Theo doesn’t even give me time to fasten my seatbelt before he hits the gas, spinning the wheels on the dirt and peeling out toward the road. “Will you slow down?!” I gasp, clutching at the seatbelt and shoving it down over my lap and into the buckle. “O
THEO Dad’s acting strange. More chipper than usual. He asks for my help manning the grill, talks my ear off about the happenings with the pack while he flips the steaks. I can’t remember the last time he was this friendly with me, but it has me on edge. Maybe he’s finally coming around, has accepted me for who I am and is gonna let me lead the pack. A guy can dream, can’t he? I don’t know what else would explain his odd behavior. Fuck, I’m so ready to be alpha. To finally be in control, be the one calling the shots. I bet I’ll be good at it. I’ve never been great at anything- other than women of course- but I was literally born to be alpha. If he’s ready to step down, I’m ready to take on the job. I can’t fucking wait. I help him carry in the steaks and get the table set while Quinn and Brooke wander downstairs, chatting and giggling. “Brooke!” Dad booms, waving the grill tongs at her. “How’s it going?”
BROOKE I’m still reeling from Monday night. Dinner at the Jacobsen’s was such an ugly scene, one that keeps resurfacing and replaying in my mind. I knew Theo had it rough at home, that he left for a reason, but what I witnessed at dinner far surpassed what I’d imagined. I’ve never seen family members yell at each other like that, throw plates, cut each other down with their words. It was scary. It was like a movie; one I wish I’d never watched. That look in his eyes when I ran into him in the hallway is still haunting me. Theo, always so cocky, arrogant, confident, looked… broken. His freakout at the dinner table definitely wasn’t okay, but his dad shouldn’t have said what he did about Theo’s mom, either. It was so heartbreakingly cruel. He said it just to hurt him, and from the look in his eyes, it worked. I still remember when his mom died. I was seven or eight, so he must’ve been about twel
THEOI lay on the horn as I roll up to the complex in Gray’s Jeep, waving a hand out the window at a very irritated looking Brooke waiting by the gate.“Let’s go!” I shout, hitting the horn a few more times. “Denver or bust!”She’s standing at the gate, arms folded, glaring at me. If looks could kill, it’d be my funeral.“What are you doing here?” Brooke demands, stooping to pick her duffel and backpack up off of the ground. She slings one over each shoulder, trudging toward the Jeep.“Gray had some pack business come up, so you get me as an escort instead,” I say, waggling my eyebrows. “Now hop in, kid, we’ve got a lot of miles to cover!”Brooke heaves an exasperated sigh, stomping around to the passenger side. She throws her bags into the backseat before sliding in beside me, buckling her seatbelt immediately.