My Fair Chance

Brooklyn stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. She still looked the same as she always had, though she didn't feel like the same girl she was just a few short weeks ago.


Growing up, everyone had always told her how beautiful she was - How lucky she had been to be born with natural beauty, and sometimes, she believed them. However, Brooklyn wasn't vain. She understood that more than half of her beauty came from her free-spirit and her inner need to be kind to everyone she met. Beauty was only skin deep, but her soul was what made her beauty capture the attention of strangers.


But looking at herself, right then and there, Brooke didn't feel pretty at all. Maybe the world didn't notice, but the dark circles under her eyes were poking fun at her. Her skin was dry, mostly from wiping her cheeks and nose with a tissue, and her spirt was completely crushed. No - She didn't feel beautiful, she felt like chaos.


Since leaving Zack's house, she hasn't been able to make any kind of peace with herself. She was not only disturbed by the fact that she actually fell for not one, but two people, but also the fact that she'd come in between their entire world. Work, friendship, it was all rolled into one and she was the reason it was all burned to the ground.


She was concerned that the band would break-up, that Zack and Alex would never be able to get back to normal. Suffering would be fine with her, at least for a while, so long as no one else suffered with her. The girl was certain that if she kept her nose out of both their lives, surely they'd find a way to mend things. They'd probably never trust each other around another girlfriend, but they could at least be part-time friends.


A loud buzzing from the kitchen table tore her attention away from the mirror. Tightening the towel around her body, Brooklyn dragged her feet into the kitchen and plucked her phone from the table. The name on the screen was blurred, due to the water dripping from her hair, but she assumed it was one of her girlfriends, calling to get her out of the house again.


"Hello?"


"Please don't hang up."


"A-Alex?"


"Yeah. I know you don't want to talk to me, but I couldn't not call you. I swear I've been living in Hell since you left."


Her stomach twisted and her finger started slipping down to the END button, though she couldn't bring herself to hit it. Instead, she exhaled a deep breath and backed into the wall, doing her best not to cry at the sound of his hoarse, hushed tone.


"You really shouldn't be calling me, Alex," she frowned, using her free hand to push back some of the water and hair. "It's not good for either of us."


"You're good for my mental health, Brooklyn. What's not good for me is the gift Cassadee brought home for Zack."


"They're back? I miss them so much.." She had to clear her throat at the mention of Zack's name. "What'd they bring him? Are you okay?"


"A pair of brass knuckles. Just for show, of course, but he broke them in on my face."


"He.. He hit you?" Brooklyn let out another breath, closing her eyes to shake her head. "You really shouldn't have called, Alex. You need Zack more than you need me. Fix this."


Her hand was shaking as she brough the phone down to her towel to wipe it clean and end the call. Alex's voice, as weak as it made her, was the most comforting voice she'd heard in a long time. Admittedly, she missed him. The thought of going by to see him had crossed her mind several times, but so had the thought of going to see Zack.


Honestly, they were both better off without her.


Brooklyn managed to pull herself off of the floor and toss her phone back on the table. She half expected it to ring again, to rip her heart a little further out of her chest, but Alex made no attempt to call her back. She had to tell herself it was for the best.


With her teeth digging into her lip, she flipped some hair beside her shoulder and began making her way back to her room. A pair of loose fitting shorts and a tee-shirt would have to do for another night in.


However, before she made it to her room, a knocking came on her door. Frustrated by her popularity, she wrapped an arm around her towel to make sure it wouldn't fall off, and pulled the door open. On the other side stood a face she hadn't expected to see, a face that broke her heart more than Alex's phone call.


"Zack?"

Notes

A little filler for our new team- TEAM BROOKLYN! ;]
P.S.- I'm working on the next chapter, so don't freak out TOO much. <3.