Broken Hill High (Broken Hill High 1)

Chapter 1

Brooke – So chilled right now! I’ve been masturbating all afternoon. You should try it one of these days.

I gawk down at my phone. She couldn’t possibly mean that…. Right?

Tora – Ummmmm???? What?!

Brooke – God damn it! Stupid autocorrect. I mean menstruating!

Brooke – NO! Menstruating!

Tora – Ahhhhhh…. This doesn’t make it any less awkward!

Brooke – FML!!!! M E D I T A T I N G. I’ve been meditating!

I burst into uncontrollable fits of laughter and have to hold my stomach when it starts to hurt. Holy shit, I love my best friend. Brooke and I have been attached at the hip since we were kids and every day with her just keeps getting better. I couldn’t ask for a better best friend, especially in moments like this.

Tora – I’ve got the worst mental image right now.

Brooke – Shit. I’m never going to live this down.

Tora – Hell to the NO! What are we going tonight?

Within two seconds of me hitting send, my phone lights up with an incoming call. I look down at the caller ID and grin to myself before accepting the call. “How’s your afternoon of masturbating been?”

“It was great, thanks,” Brooke laughs. “Hit all the right spots.”

“You’re such a skank,” I tell her.

There’s rustling on the other end before she yells out. “I know, but you love it.”

“What are you doing?” I ask as my eyebrows pull together.

“Sorry,” she says a moment later. “I put you on speaker so I could enter the stupid code for your big ass gate.”

“What?” I say in excitement. “You’re here?”

“Yep,” she says, popping the ‘P’. “Now, hurry up and get your ass dressed. We’re going to a party.” With that, she hangs up the call and I throw my phone down on my bed as a massive smile comes over my face. It’s our last shot at freedom before we go back to school for our final year. We’ve finally made it to senior year and I can’t wait. It’s going to be awesome.

I pull open the doors of my walk-in closet and start rifling through the many options.

I’m still digging when the door of my room flies open and my best friend waltzes in with a massive grin. “You ready yet?” she questions as she falls into my bed and props herself up on her elbows to watch me.

“No,” I groan. “It’s not like you’ve given me a lot of time to prepare. I mean, where the hell is this party, anyway?”

“You’ll find out soon enough,” she tells me with a smirk. “Now, hurry up. I want to leave soon.”

I roll my eyes as I grab a black dress off the hanger. I strip out of my jeans and t-shirt and pull the dress over my head before grabbing the closest black heels I can find. A moment later, I stand before my full length mirror and pull my hair out of the elastic. I run my fingers through it, add a little spray, and before I know it, my chestnut hair is absolutely rocking it.

I grab my eyeliner and mascara and lean in close to my mirror to apply it before reaching for my lip gloss. Two minutes later, I’m ready to go.

“How the hell do you get ready so fast?” Brooke grunts at me. “I was standing in front of my mirror for an hour making myself look this good.”

I can’t help but laugh as I step back and take in the whole look. “I can’t believe you’ve known about this for an hour and didn’t say anything,” I grumble as I steal a look at Brooke before turning back to the mirror. “I look damn fine.”

She rolls herself off the bed and comes to stand beside me. “Then it’s a good thing it’s Josh’s party.”

“What? I didn’t know he was having a party?” I ask with wide eyes. I mean, he’s the most popular guy in school. Not to mention his dreamy looks combined with the fact that he’s the captain of the Broken Hill High football team and their quarterback makes him the guy that I’ve been crushing on for past twelve months. Though, I’m not some cheerleading bimbo who shakes her ass and waves pom poms through the air, which naturally, puts me out of the running for his attention. There are strict rules at Broken Hill High and if you’re caught straying, then you better watch out.

Though, after last week’s party when he kissed me, that thought is slowly beginning to change. Maybe I do have a shot with the quarterback, but then, the kiss wasn’t the best.

Brooke grins at me through the mirror as though she just handed me the best night of my life. “He posted it on Facebook a few hours ago. You can thank me later,” she says with a wink before grabbing my keys off my bedside table and launching them at me. “You’re driving.”