This was a thing, now, apparently. Totally ignoring the whole cyber-pedophile and stalking that goes on nowadays, Brook picks out her interactions by people who talk to her over the internet. It has to take a sense of âI donât careâ-ness for her to be so willing to jump at an opportunityâ which was totally true, by the way, because Brookâs always been one to accept how things were and not fight them. If she was destined to be catfished by a serial killer and have her body thrown into the lake, then so be it.
The lake and its dock was one of Brookâs favorite places on campus, actually, but thatâs mainly because she had been there before she was even an Aleman student. Both her siblings went to Aleman, so whenever Brook was forced to visit along with her parents, her brother and sisterâs go-to sightseeing place was the lake because they didnât really know any other places on campus that werenât dorm-room parties or the back of a classroom. It was tranquil- which was weird for Brook to admit, honestly, because there had never been many things in her life that actually made her feel calm.
Besides the pills that she had downed as she was getting to leave - those had no choice but to make her feel calm. Give it an hour, at least, and theyâd begin to make Brook feel tired, and groggy, but she could only assume that sheâd find herself hanging out with someone new for only so long. An hour felt like that was pushing it, so Brook could probably dip out before she found herself lazily lounging on the dock and constantly yawning.Â
Just because she was wearing her favorite, leopard-print bra, Brook decided to dress in her sleeveless shirt that also exposed the sides of her body where her ribcage was. With black leggings, and doc martens, Brook was out the door with her big headphones covering her head. Pandora was usually Brookâs go-to source for music, since she was horrible at decision making and deciding on a song, or album, was such a big commitment. Sheâd just let a shuffle in the cloud decide for her.
Within minutes, Brook was edging towards the pier, fingers gripping at the straps of her backpack that hung from her shoulders. Her head nodded lightly the beat of the music that coursed into her ears, eyes surveying the people nearby, looking for a certain familiar face. Brook grabbed her phone out from her pocket to thumbs up when the corner of her eye caught feet nearing her, and Brook looked up just in time to see Ryan standing near her. A small smile formed upon the girlâs lips as she moved her headphones off her head and onto her shoulders, closing the app blindly with her thumb.
"Hey," Brook greeted back as she stuffed her phone back into her back pocket, trying to control her eyes from not checking the other out and just totally failing. Brookâs eyes snapped back to the otherâs face. âYeah, well, I canât help but get a little excited when a pretty girl invites me out.â Smooth. The smile that was on Brooklynâs features toyed into a half-smirk by that point. She noticed a certain fidgety nature about the other girl, and Brook couldnât put her finger on if that made her uncomfortable or flattered because it seemed as if she made the other nervous. Brook moved her hand out, though, for a shake, to help alleviate the nerves, hopefully. âNice to officially meet you in person, Ryan.â
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