😳 OMG! Brooke and Destiny just went at it over staying at Sharra’s house — and it got REAL fast! 😳
😳 OMG! Brooke and Destiny just went at it over staying at Sharra’s house — and it got REAL fast!
It started as a simple plan.
Or at least that’s what Brooke thought.
Friday night. No school the next day. Sharra’s parents were out of town, and she had invited a small group over to hang out — movies, snacks, music, maybe a late-night heart-to-heart.
Nothing crazy.
At least… that was the plan.
Brooke was excited. She hadn’t had a carefree night in weeks. Between school drama, relationship rumors, and constant tension in the group chat, she needed a break.
So when Sharra texted:
“You staying over, right?”
Brooke didn’t hesitate.
“Of course.”
That one word?
That’s where everything began.
Destiny found out an hour later.
Not from Brooke.
From someone else.
And that’s what made it worse.
They were sitting in the cafeteria when someone casually said, “So are y’all all staying at Sharra’s tonight?”
Destiny froze mid-bite.
“All?” she asked.
“Yeah, Brooke said she’s staying too.”
Destiny slowly turned her head toward Brooke.
“You’re staying over?”
Brooke blinked, confused by the tone. “Yeah… I was going to tell you.”
“When?”
“Later?”
Destiny’s jaw tightened.
“Why didn’t you say something?”
Brooke laughed lightly. “It’s not that deep. It’s just a sleepover.”
But Destiny wasn’t laughing.
Because to her?
It was deeper than that.
There had been tension between Destiny and Sharra for months. Passive-aggressive comments. Uninvited vibes. That feeling of walking into a room and knowing someone doesn’t like you — even if they smile in your face.
And Brooke knew that.
So when Brooke chose to stay at Sharra’s house without even mentioning it first, it didn’t feel innocent.
It felt like betrayal.
“Wow,” Destiny muttered.
Brooke frowned. “What?”
“Nothing. Do what you want.”
That sentence — cold, short, final — was a warning.
But Brooke didn’t catch it.
Later that evening, they were at Sharra’s house. Music was playing. People were laughing. Everything seemed normal.
Until Destiny showed up.
Uninvited.
The room shifted the second she walked in.
Sharra’s smile faded slightly.
Brooke stood up immediately. “Destiny? I thought you weren’t coming.”
“I wasn’t,” Destiny replied flatly. “But I figured I should see what’s so special.”
The tension was thick.
Sharra crossed her arms. “Nobody forced you to come.”
Destiny didn’t even look at her.
“I’m not here for you.”
That was the first spark.
Brooke pulled Destiny aside into the kitchen.
“What are you doing?” Brooke whispered.
“What am I doing?” Destiny snapped quietly. “What are YOU doing?”
“It’s just a house. It’s just one night.”
“It’s not just one night!” Destiny hissed. “You know how she feels about me.”
Brooke sighed. “That’s between you and her.”
Destiny’s eyes widened.
“Oh, so now you’re neutral?”
“It’s not about sides!”
“But it is,” Destiny shot back. “And you chose yours.”
Brooke’s expression hardened.
“I’m not choosing anyone over you.”
“But you are,” Destiny said, voice cracking slightly. “You always do this. You act like things don’t matter until they blow up.”
That hit.
Brooke stepped back. “Why are you making this bigger than it is?”
“Because you don’t get it!” Destiny’s voice rose.
Music in the living room lowered as people sensed something happening.
“You think it’s about sleeping here?” Destiny continued. “It’s about respect. It’s about loyalty.”
Brooke’s pride kicked in.
“Don’t question my loyalty.”
“Then act loyal!”
And that’s when it got real.
Voices weren’t whispers anymore.
They were sharp. Loud. Emotional.
Sharra walked into the kitchen. “If this is about me, say it.”
Destiny turned instantly. “Oh, I will.”
Brooke stepped between them. “Stop.”
“No,” Destiny said firmly. “You don’t get to stay quiet while she acts fake.”
Sharra scoffed. “Fake? You literally showed up uninvited.”
“And you literally pretend you don’t have an issue with me!”
The air was electric.
Brooke felt trapped in the middle — but Destiny didn’t see that.
All she saw was Brooke standing in Sharra’s house.
Choosing comfort over confrontation.
Choosing distance over defense.
“You could’ve told me,” Destiny said, softer now but more painful. “You could’ve just said, ‘Hey, I’m staying there.’ Instead I had to hear it from someone else.”
Brooke’s anger melted slightly.
“I didn’t think it would hurt you like that.”
Destiny shook her head. “That’s the problem. You don’t think.”
That sentence?
That’s what broke Brooke.
“Don’t talk to me like that,” Brooke snapped.
“Oh, now you’re mad?”
“Yes, I am! Because you’re turning this into some loyalty test!”
“Maybe it is a test!” Destiny shouted. “And you failed!”
The room went silent.
Everyone heard that.
Brooke’s chest was rising fast.
“You don’t control where I go.”
“I’m not trying to control you,” Destiny said, tears forming. “I just didn’t think you’d choose her house over how I feel.”
Brooke’s voice softened for just a second.
“It’s not about choosing her.”
“Then prove it.”
And that’s when Brooke realized…
This wasn’t about Sharra.
This was about fear.
Destiny was afraid of being replaced.
Of being left behind.
Of slowly watching her best friend drift toward someone she didn’t trust.
Sharra stepped back quietly, sensing this was bigger than her.
Brooke looked at Destiny — really looked at her.
“I’m not replacing you,” she said quietly.
Destiny wiped her eyes quickly. “Then why does it feel like you are?”
That question hung in the air.
No yelling.
No insults.
Just honesty.
The party ended early.
People left awkwardly.
Sharra retreated upstairs.
Brooke and Destiny stood alone in the kitchen.
“I shouldn’t have found out like that,” Destiny said quietly.
“You’re right,” Brooke admitted. “I should’ve told you.”
“And I shouldn’t have blown up,” Destiny added.
They both laughed weakly.
But something had changed.
Because when Brooke and Destiny went at it over staying at Sharra’s house…
It wasn’t about sleepovers.
It was about loyalty.
Communication.
Fear.
And the fragile line between friendship and rivalry.
That night, Brooke didn’t stay over.
Not because she was forced.
But because she chose to go home with Destiny.
Not to prove a point.
But to protect something that mattered more than one night.
And as they walked out together, everyone in that house knew one thing:
It got real fast.
And nothing in that friend group would ever feel simple again
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