Ok, so this is my newest, you will see the way I ended it so the best part doesn't come till the beginning of Chapter 2 and I hope you like this chapter.
This diving match was going to be the biggest Brooke Dresdale had ever known, she and one other were representing her school, Dylan Myers. "Come on, we're going to be late," Brooke barked running down the stairs, her suite was starting to get uncomfortable under her clothing.
"Are you sure you're going to be ok?" her adoptive mother said as she nodded. Brooke's parents had been very protective of her, since only five months ago she woke up in the middle of nowhere not being able to remember a thing before. She knew she was different from the way people talked about her like she was some freak of nature and it had to do with not having a belly button; she didn't see why it made her so weird, but she had no problems with it.
"I'll drive her." Markus her brother chimed in as Brooke laughed.
"You don't have your license how would that work?" their mom rolled her eyes as Mark chuckled.
"Ok, it doesn't matter, we just need to leave, like now," Broke grabbed her arm as she nodded and turned to her dad.
"Bring both Mark and Grace."
"I'm not going to forget them. Now you two go, and remember Brooke, it doesn't matter about winning."
"That's not what Mark said," she said confused on what the true meaning of winning was. They looked at Mark as he slowly walked out of the kitchen. Brooke had rolled her eyes and walked out to the car waiting for her mom to come out which she did moments after. They got in and drove to the school, her hands shaking. "Why can't I stop?" she whispered looking at her hands as they shook in a soft nervous tempo.
"It's just nerves, you'll be fine," her mom smiled grabbing her hand and Brooke watched it slowly stop. She smiled and climbed out of the car walking toward the school. "Brooke, good luck." She smiled and opened the door. Someone was watching Brooke closely, and she could feel there presence as if he or she was staring right through her. She then walked out onto the pool deck ignoring the awkward feeling.
"Hey, Dresdale, you're going to bring the trophy back right?" a familiar voice called from behind. A wide smile came across Brooke's face as Dylan walked up.
"Yes, for my part what about you?"
"I like your attitude, listen, I was wondering if maybe…"
"Brooke!" someone called and she turned and saw Emily Scotts running toward her. Emily was Grace's friend but through Grace Brooke became friends with Emily. "Are you getting ready?"
"I think so," the girl responded looking at the cool blue water. Emily laughed and looked at Dylan. "Oh am I interrupting you? Sorry," she said backing away.
"Brooke," Dylan smiled grabbing her hand sending a chill up her arm giving him all her attention, she smiled back. "You want to go to dinner after the Championship?"
"Like a date, right?" she asked thinking what Grace told her about dates. "Where we eat food?" Dylan laughed and nodded. "Yeah, I'd like that." He nodded.
"Cool. Meet me in the parking lot afterwards, and good luck."
"You too," She smiled as Emily showed up. She grabbed Brooke by the arm and pulled her to the bench where the girls waited.
"What was that?" she asked her voice elevating to a higher pitch indicating her excitement.
"What do you mean?"
"You just got asked out by the biggest jock on campus?"
"Ok? That is all you have to say?"
"What should I say?" Brooke asked confused on what she meant.
"You have a lot to learn." The horn blew indicating it was time for the guys to go. Brooke scouted for her family and soon spotted them across the pool. Grace and Mark fought for room which was normal for them. Mr. and Mrs. Dresdale talked and yet Mr. Dresdale had not looked happy. Brooke studied them and soon began reading their lips.
"I just don't think she should be going out, with her amnesia being so bad," her dad said as her mom placed her hands over her eyes covering her mouth as well. Brooke couldn't see what her mom said back but her dad continued. "It's not that I don't trust her…"
"You don't trust him?" her mom uncovered her mouth and pointed to Dylan who stood by the water getting ready to go.
"Hannah, the boy is after Brooke, doesn't that make you a little…"
"None at all, even though she can't remember her past doesn't mean she can't go out and have fun."
"Next up representing Greencove High Dylan Myers," the announcer broke Brooke's concentration concentration with her lip reading and she looked up the high dive waiting to see how Dylan would do. She found herself staring at the sixteen year old. She felt a warm sensation in her body, one she never felt before and she had no explanation for it. Dylan stood at the end of the diving platform and saw Brooke a wild smile spread on his face. He jumped off into a triple flip and entered the water with an almost perfect dive. The crowd filled with cheers, Dylan laughed as he pulled himself from the water, he waved to Brooke before getting ready for the second round.
Twenty minutes passed and the guys were on the final round. "First up for the Arm Stand Dive is Raven High," the announcer called out while the majority population of the crowd booed. Brooke looked at Dylan nervously, knowing he hadn't practiced the Arm Stand that much. Raven High's diver was in position the timer started in Brooke's head as she counted to five and cursed as he jumped.
"Damn," she sighed as Emily shook her head. "That was almost perfect, if his angle in entry was a little more at seventy five degrees the splash wouldn't have been so big, oh well," she laughed as Emily ignored the math.
"You know I am not smart like you so don't do all that math stuff around me."
"Next up is Greencove High," the announcer broke the conversation between the girls. Brooke sat up watching closely as Dylan got into the handstand.
"He's off balanced, he can't do this." Brooke bit her lip as Dylan lifted from the diving platform and dove in, the splash barely visible as everyone screamed. "NO way!" Brooke jumped up with everyone else and cheered.
"Now you have to win for us," Emily screamed over the crowd looking at Brooke.
"The guy division champion is Dylan Myers, ladies and gentlemen." Dylan smiled as he walked over to Brooke and hugged her.
"That was amazing! I thought your form was off, but you did it," her smile grew wide as he laughed.
"Now you go win for us," he smirked as she nodded and walked to the lockers, she put her clothing into her locker and went back to the pool.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the ladies diving championship." Brooke smiled as her parents waved to her. "First up, Brooke Dresdale representing Greencove High," the announcer added as everyone cheered.
"Come on, Brooke," Dylan shouted as she climbed to the high dive. She looked down at the crowd everyone cheered it made her feel important, but then she saw him, the man in a suite not looking to happy, she closed her eyes and saw a dark figure walking toward her. She gasped at realizing it was a memory. I haven't gotten these in a while. She thought with concern before she dove entering the water poorly. Depressed sounds broke out as she surfaced and she looked toward the entrance but the man was gone. Brooke climbed out of the pool and sat down.
"Are you ok?" Mark asked as she sat there thinking. "Brooke, what happened?"
"I-I had another memory," she whispered as he gasped.
"About what?" he asked excited.
"I'll tell you later, just go back to your seat your distracting me."
"Right, I'm distracting you," he rolled his eyes as she gave more thought of her memory. The more the championship went on the worse Brooke did and the more the cheering died off. It made her feel less important the more people lost hope.
"Ladies and Gentlemen the winner of the ladies diving championship is Raven High," the announcer said sounding less enthusiastic then when the championship started. Brooke changed back into her clothing her parents waited outside of the door.
"It's ok," her mom smiled hugging her. "There's always next year."
"Yeah," she sighed as Mark nodded telling her to say something as Brooke shook her head.
"Ok, what are you two keeping from me?"
"Brooke had another memory," Mark spoke up as she squinted.
"Really, who was it of, or was it…"
"I don't know," she said almost robotic like. She had shut herself down becoming monotoned.
"Are you still going out with Dylan?" her dad asked as she smiled. "I had a bad feeling you were going to do that?" he sighed as his wife nudged him. "Well, be safe." Brooke hugged them and ran off into the parking lot. Dylan leaned against the car waiting until she showed up.
"I thought you weren't coming."
"Well, I have," she smiled. "I'm sorry I lost."
"It's not your fault Brooke, and it really doesn't matter if we won or lost."
"That's not what everyone else said."
"Forget everyone else, it is only about you and the dive," he said opening her door. She climbed in and after Dylan got in they drove to dinner. Brooke was quiet nearly the entire time. "Brooke, it's ok, stop beating yourself over it."
"My angles were all off," she thought as Dylan rolled his eyes knowing he would never win.
"Ok, let's not talk about the dive then. Tell me a little about you?"
"My life is still being remembered, like I said if I found out anything new I would tell you," she smiled wanting to touch his face. Out of her peripheral vision she saw him, the same man that was at her diving meet. Her jaw tightened and she looked at Dylan with pleading eyes. "It's him."
"The man that gave me a memory at the meet, that's why I lost," she whispered as Dylan looked to the table across the room at the suited man staring at them.
"You mean, you remembered something?"
"Yes, but that wasn't good, I don't like the way he looks at me. Can we just go?" Dylan nodded and called the waiter and received the check. Dylan immediately drove her home, the front porch giving them the only light. "Thanks," she whispered upset. "I'm sorry, I haven't been great to be around."
"Nah, it's alright, I've been with worse," he laughed as she looked up at him like a lost child. "It's a joke."
"I don't get it," she sighed.
"Ok, maybe you'll get this," he said softer leaning down pressing his lips to hers. The ice feeling from earlier shot through Brooke's entire body. "I think your…"
"Hey," a man's voice cut in. Dylan turned and found the suited man standing on the bottom step.
"What the hell do you want? Money? Drugs? We don't have anything," Dylan snapped walking toward him. Soon an uneasy feeling settled inside Brooke's stomach, one she never felt and couldn't explain.
"Let's just go in," she said as Dylan shook his head.
"No, this creep shouldn't be fallowing you around, you need a restraining order or something. So just take your freaky suited up ass out of here." The man's face turned into a scowl and he pulled a gun out.
"You don't tell me what to do. Now, back up and give me your girl here," he demanded as Dylan backed up.