She had always been slow to anger, generally one to avoid any sort of conflict. She would never dare to confront Chloe about anything.
But this?
Oh, she was absolutely sick of it.
Sitting on Chloe's bed, hugging a pillow like she had done many, many, many times before. Watching as Chloe paced around the room ranting about none other than her on-again off-again boyfriend.
(For the record, they were very recently off again).
"Jake did this" and "Jake did that" and "can you believe what he did?" and "i can't fucking stand him" and many other insults. Chloe said mostly the same thing every single time, Brooke could almost tick off a mental checklist or a bingo card.
Why the fuck did Jake get to be the sole focus of Chloe's attention?
He didn't deserve it, he didn't deserve Chloe, he didn't deserve any of her tears.
He wasn't worth it.
(Jake was a perfectly reasonable guy when the focus wasn't his volatile relationship with Chloe, but Brooke couldn't help but resent him. Was it unreasonable? She was yet to decide).
Why couldn't Chloe look at her for once? Why couldn't Chloe see what was right in front of her? Why couldn't Chloe pay attention to her?
Brooke wasn't really one to act on impulse.
But honestly? She was sick of Chloe being focused only on Jake. It was always about Jake, Jake was the only person she could talk about. Jake this, Jake that, Jake, Jake, Jake, Jake, Jake.
Chloe was still in the middle of her rant about Jake when Brooke finally made her move. It happened quickly.
She put down the pillow.
She stood up.
She walked over to Chloe.
She grabbed Chloe's shirt and pulled her down.
She pressed her lips to Chloe's.
Chloe's lips were soft. They tasted of strawberries. Brooke liked the feeling of Chloe's lips on her own.
Chloe was stunned once Brooke had pulled away, her face slowly turning red.
"You were talking about him too much. He doesn't deserve you," Brooke said.