twenty seven

So, I know there hasn't really been a plot line evident in the story, but I assure you: I'm getting there. I've just been trying to figure out how to get there without diving straight into the deep end. But this chapter leads up to the plot part which is in the next chapter :)

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I grimaced as Elena pulled at my hair in an attempt to tame my waves. 

"Do you think you could try and keep some hair on my head, please?" I asked bitterly as she dragged the brush viciously down my scalp. I let out a pained yelp as she reached yet another tangle.

"If you kept still, this would be over a lot quicker."

I let out a grumble and continued to grimace as she repeated the process once more before letting out a relieved sigh and stepping back, cocking her head to the side as she studied me.

"I think...you're done."

I rolled my eyes and stood up, dusting off my skinny jeans as I went to stand in front of the full length mirror in the corner of my room. My eyebrow involuntarily raised in surprise as I took in my appearance. "Holy shit, Elena, what sort of sorcery did you use?"

I watched as she came up behind me with a smug smile and her arms folded across her chest. "It's good, right?"

I let out a scoff to let her know that I was more than grateful for what she had managed to do to my appearance. I twisted my body slightly, attempting to get a glimpse of how I looked from behind.

My light brown hair fell in waves down my shoulders, stopping just about mid-chest. My light blue jeans hugged my figure, more than I liked to admit, but Elena had insisted I wear them. Instead of wearing the 'crop' top that came with the outfit, I replaced it with a simple light grey t-shirt that was slightly loose and I was much more comfortable in.

For all Elena knew, I had accidently lost the crop top in the massive pile of discarded clothes amongst my room.

Red lipstick was applied professionally and a small amount of eyeliner coated my upper and lower eyelids. When Elena started to talk about eyeshadow and mascara and lip-liner, I drew the line. I wasn't one for makeup. Everything I wore it, I had the sudden urge to just wipe it off.

I was using all my willpower to not bring my hand up to my face and just rub all of Elena's work off.

"I think this is where I thank you." I grinned back at her in the mirror, the lipstick making my lips appear bigger than they actually were.

"And this is probably where I say you're welcome." She smiled back, her own lips painted a light pink. She wore a pair of dark blue skinny jeans with a simple floral blouse that blew slightly in the wind entering through my open window.

"You ready?" She asked, raising an eyebrow as she shuffled over to my bed, her manicured hands gripping the black and glossy clutch, gracefully throwing it over her shoulder.

I blew out my cheeks as I took in a deep breath, taking one last glance at myself in the mirror and silently reassuring myself.

You can do this, Brook. It's only a party. Just relax.

I nodded at myself in the mirror, a knowing smirk working its way onto myself as I mentally prepared myself. Spinning around on my heel, I smirked at Elena as my hair swung over my shoulder. "You bet your ass I'm ready."

She shot me a smirk that was very similar to the one plastered on my face and nodded her head, opening my bedroom door and waving her hand. "Then shall we?"

"We shall."

I bounced lightly on my feet in anticipation, my Doc Martens thudding against the wooden floor each time I bounced on the spot. I waited in the hallway, my hand resting on the banister as Elena quickly shut my door and followed after me, grabbing her hair and throwing it over her left shoulder casually.

"Is Caroline meeting us there?" I asked as I hopped down the stairs, spinning around to face her as I reached the bottom, my hand still on the banister as I looked up.

She simply nodded her head. "And Bonnie. Caroline said she wanted to prep Bonnie."

"Dear God, I feel sorry for her." I cringed, shivering slightly at the thought of Caroline trying to turn Bonnie into a mini-Barbie. Elena let out a small laugh as we walked through the living room to reach the front door.

I froze on the spot and my eyes widened slightly as I saw both of my brothers stood by the fireplace, their arms crossed and similar scowls on their faces.

"Do you guys practice your scowls or is it a genetic thing?" I asked, cocking my head to the side as I slowly stepped off the small ledge, joining Elena who had also frozen just near the entrance.

We hadn't expected them to be home.

They weren't supposed to be here.

Damon had told me that he and Stefan had to deal with some business (that he was very vague on revealing any information on, by the way) and that we shouldn't expect them home until tomorrow dinner time. So, of course, Elena and I were totally relieved because we could leave and prepare for the party and be home before they knew anything.

But of course, here they were. Here, at the most inconvenient time, ever.

And now I'm in for a round of 20 questions.

"What are you doing?" Damon scowled, staring between Elena and I.

"Right now?" I raised an eyebrow. "Breathing. How about you?"

"Where are you going?" Stefan cut me off, before Damon had a chance to retaliate and scowled once again. "Why are you all dressed up?"

I opened my mouth to retaliate with yet another comeback, but Elena simply nudged me gently in the ribs before spilling the beans we had desperately tried to keep in the can.

"We're off to a party, for your information."

"You're what?"

"Good one." I hissed, glaring at Elena from the corner of my eye. "It's more of a formal gathering, to be honest."

"A formal gathering where we dance and-"

"Can you shut up?" I hissed once again, slapping my hand against her mouth with a sigh. "Jesus Christ, did you catch word vomit or something?"

"You're not going to a party." Damon stated, raising his eyebrow at me.

"Why not? I'm like 165, you can't exactly say I'm not allowed to go a party." I shot back.

"Firstly I'm your brother, your older brother, so therefore, I overrule you."

I narrowed my eyes at the smug expression that suddenly appeared on both their faces. "I'm not a child anymore, Damon."

"You don't exactly act like an adult either, Brooklyn." Stefan hissed gently, staring at me with hard eyes. I raised an eyebrow at him.

Oh.

"I'm going and there's nothing either of you can do about it." I snapped.

"Wanna bet?" Damon growled, his eyes darkening slightly as we stared at each other.

I let out a long breath from my nose, starting to feel the rage build in my stomach. They can't keep being so protective and treating me like a child. "Damon." I growled slightly between gritted teeth.

"Guys, you're over-reacting." Elena shot back, her eyebrows scrunching in confusion at my brother's attitudes.

"What has gotten into you two lately?" I suddenly snap. "You're like guard dogs, seriously. I'm 165, I need some freedom."

"Well excuse me, you must think I'm awful for not wanting my little sister going to some stranger's house with a bunch of hormonal boys. Oh, what a tyrant I am." Damon snarled, his scowl deepening.

I rolled my eyes at the mention of boys. That's what they were worried about?

"Look," I shouted, gesturing wildly down at my outfit. "Does it look like I'm dressed to slut drop every single boy at the party?" My jaw clenched as Stefan growled from deep within his chest. "No! I'm not! So stop!"

"That's not the point." Stefan snapped, his eyes also darkening.

"NOT THE POINT?" I screamed, my patience running thin. "THEN PLEASE, OH GOOD SIR, EXPLAIN TO ME WHAT THE ALMIGHTY PROBLEM IS?"

Neither of them answered for a moment, sharing an angry glance with each other. I raised my eyebrow, waiting for their response.

"No? Nothing?" I prompted.

When I saw their jaws clench, obviously embarrassed by the answer they wanted to articulate but couldn't.

"So we're done here." I snarled, grabbing Elena's arm and tugged her towards the door.

"Brooklyn Salvatore!"

"Don't you even go there, Stefan Salvatore, because I will seriously throw the biggest tantrum you have ever seen." I threatened, not even giving one single damn about how childish that sounded. I know they wouldn't want to deal with a 165-old vampire having a hissy fit this late at night.

There was a moment of silence as we had one last stare down, both glaring daggers and waiting for one or the other to break first. And at this point, I really wanted to go and blow off some steam at Dylan's party and had no intention of breaking whatsoever.

"Fine."

I smirked, grinning at him slightly. "Was that so hard?"

"Don't test me, Brook." He growled, narrowing his eyes. "Just for the love of God," He ran his hand through his hair. "Be safe. And keep your phone on."

I let go off Elena's arm, walking over to Stefan and poking him in the chest, ignoring the grunt of disapproval from him. "When am I not safe?" I grinned, a laugh bubbling in my chest at the dirtier version of what I was thinking.

"Oh hell no-" He started, his eyes narrowing as he attempted to grab me. Seeing what he was about to do, I laughed and jumped back, running towards Elena.

"Bye!" Elena and I quickly said before slamming the door, the sound echoing throughout the quiet dark night.

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