Brooke

Paris looked at me with tears in her eyes, and I could see the pain etched across her face. "No, I just want to stay here in bed with you," she replied when I suggested going for a stroll outside.

I leaned in and kissed her forehead, my fingers gently combing through her hair. "Do you want to talk now?"

She sat up, her expression heavy with worry. "Brooke, it's my mom."

I sat up too, my concern growing. "Aunt Emile? What's wrong with her?"

"I didn't have anyone else to go to," Paris said, tears streaming down her face. "Maylee is pissed at you right now, and she's only talking about how you're a bad friend. Renee and Jamal are not talking anymore, and Ramon is mad at you. I don't want to add to their stress. It's so awkward for me." She took a deep breath. "And I know you must also have a lot going on, but it's less awkward when I talk to you."

I wrapped my arms around her, offering what comfort I could. Paris and I have been friends since I was 14. I met her at her Madi gras ceremony. My stepfather was her mom's best-friend's cousin. I found it weird that we had to go considering the distance of relation between Paris and him but now when ever I look at Paris I'm glad my mother slapped me into going

"She doesn't want me to come see her, Brooke. She wants me to stay in school," Paris continued, her voice shaky. "But I don't want to. At least not right now. I want to take care of her, and I'm... I'm scared for Philip. I'm scared one day he'll wake up excited to see my mom, and he'll find her lifeless body there. He's too young to go through that."

"Oh, Paris," I whispered, my own eyes welling up as I hugged her tightly.

"It's going to be okay. It will be, and I'm here for you. We're here for you," I reassured her.

"How would it be okay?" she looked at me. Paris was breathtaking her green eyes, her pale skin and her dark hair. Sometimes I wonder how I'm friends with such a beautiful person. She's a divine being.

"Have you gone to the head office?"

She sighed "of course I've been to the head office. They said I won't be able to go back home without my parents consent"

I frowned "I'll find a way Paris, I always do"

"You don't have to worry," she said, her voice softening. "Don't stress yourself "

"Worry you ?" I teased, trying to lighten the mood. "What will worry me is seeing you suffer in silence when I sit here like a fat buffalo."

My hands found it's way to her face to wipe her remaining tears " you know you're too pretty to be crying right?"

"Oh fuck off" she smiled but I noticed her cheeks become red

"Wait what were you saying about Jamal and Maylee"

"Girl" she said shifting into gossip mode as if she wasn't crying a few seconds ago "don't get me started"

"Ohhhh" I smiled I loved Paris mini gossip sessions. They were the best

"So you know how Renee was in a talking stage with Morrison?"

"Morrison who? The gerists?"

"Yeah"

"I swear to Ares I thought he was called Muriel"

Paris rolled her eyes "keep up. Anyway so after Maylee's party, Morrison asked Renee to be his girlfriend in front of all of us"

"Including Jamal?" I said my eyes widening in shock

"Including Jamal"

"No fucking way"

"Right? And Jamal was so pissed because if anyone else should find out about it Renee could be demoted from her royal position. He tried to play it off as him caring for her but we all know he's dying inside because he loves her "

"True. But love is love "

"Talking about what love is; what the hell is with you and Damien"

"Nothing" I groaned burying my face in my pillow

"Didn't look like nothing to me when your lips was on his"

"He was giving me a fucking CPR"

"Sureeee, anything that will make you sleep well at night"

"I'm serious" I whined smacking her with my pillow. She quickly took a pillow of my bed and hit me with it. The room was filled with our laughter. I love Paris so much. If I could lose all my friends and keep one it will definitely be Paris.

After a while of hitting each other, we laid on the bed panting and I couldn't help but smile.

"I missed you, Brooklyn," Paris said.

"I missed you more, Paris," I replied, genuinely thankful for her friendship.

"You know," she began, her expression turning more serious, "Ramon misses you too."

I hesitated for a moment, my thoughts drifting to the complicated dynamics between me, Ramon, and Damien. "No, he doesn't. He hasn't come to see me."

"That's because he's pissed at you for loving Damien," Paris said bluntly. "Brooke, Ramon is in love with you, and you with him."

"He doesn't love me," I protested, but a voice in the back of my mind whispered that maybe he did.

"He does, and I mean, after everything we did to Perse to get him, why aren't you seizing this opportunity to tell him you love him?"

"Perse?"

"Come on, Brooke. You can play dumb all you want, but don't break Ramon's heart. He loves you. The next time you see him, don't think, just go for it."

"Red" my heart jumped, it was Aiden's voice in my head again

"Oh, what happened to you chasing me out of your room?"

"I have a mini assignment for you" Aiden replied

"What" I asked

"Brooke are you even listening to me?" Paris said snapping her fingers at me

"Yes yes I am " I smiled at her

"I need you to look for Rayla and send her a message"

"Rayla?"

"Okay since I'm apparently speaking to myself I'm going to leave and kill my self" Paris whined in frustration

I laughed "Paris, let's go get ice cream "

"Okay" she said practically leaping out of my bed. Lemme get my purse and money.

"Look Aiden, right now is not a good time. I'll talk to you when I'm alone okay. I don't want Paris to think I'm going crazy"

I waited for a reply but he didn't answer. "Did you just leave me on heard. Fuck you"

He chuckled "I've heard you red, later"

"I'm ready let's go"

As we walked to the ice cream shop, Paris continued to fill me in on the latest gossip about our friends. It was comforting to be back in our usual routine, even if it was just for a little while.

"Jamal is obviously better for her " Paris said licking her ice cream

"There's no denying that. But Muriel is who she loves "

"You don't even know his name" Paris laughed but stopped once her attention caught something

And then, I saw him. Ramon was walking towards the bar from the forest, and my heart skipped a beat.
Paris raised her eyebrows suggestively "go talk to him "

"I don't want to "

She shot me a glare

I hesitated for a moment but finally nodded. "I will,"

"Ramon," I called out as I approached him.

He turned to look at me, his purple eyes glaring at me.

"I miss you" I stretched to touch him and he flinched, his jaw clenching

"What do you want?" he asked, his voice laced with hostility. I guess I deserved that

"The next time you see him, don't think, just go for it," Paris's words echoed in my mind.

"This" I brought him close and smashed my lips on his. At first, he hesitated, a conflict warring behind his eyes. But the longing in his gaze betrayed his resolve. I could see the battle he was fighting, the same one that had been raging within me for so long. Finally, he couldn't resist any longer, and with a desperate hunger, he closed the gap between us.

Our lips met in a fiery, passionate kiss, a release of all the pent-up desire we had been harboring. It was a kiss that spoke of our undeniable attraction to each other . But just as the kiss deepened, he pushed me away abruptly, breaking the connection between us. His breathing was heavy, and his eyes were clouded with confusion and guilt and...tears?

"I can't, Brooke," he whispered, his voice strained.

"Can't what"

He frowned "how can you walk to me looking pretty and kiss me so innocently. You did what you did without caring about how I feel . I can't even look at you. Just looking at you makes me want to puke"

Is he talking about Damien?

I chuckled "Ramon it's not like that" I held his hands but he slapped it away

"You're lucky I don't hit women. I would have slapped the shit out of you."

"What do you mean "

"You're dead to me and Dionysus help me if I so much as see you smile at me or even bat an eyelash at me. I'll put all my principles aside and deal with you".

He took the alcohol he bought from the salesman and left

That's such an overreaction for a kiss. I guess he loved me more than I realized.

Kinky, I love it

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