Brooke

You pause with your hand on the doorknob and look back at Brooke, who stands watching you. You smile and step towards her, stopping less than a foot away, invading her personal space.

"You should learn how to knock," you tell her sternly

"I live here, why would I knock?" she answers quietly, her eyes shifting off of yours.

"Because you would have heard us fucking from outside the door. Vanessa is pretty loud. You came in because you wanted to see."

"I....no...I..." she stammers, blushing.

"Did you get a good look? See something that interested you?" You move a little closer, as you speak, your face only inches from hers. She takes a short step back and bumps into a wall. She looks at you with embarrassment, her eyes quickly shifting away.

"You should try getting fucked for yourself, rather than spying on others," you say coldly and quietly, your faces very close together.

"I wasn't...I didn't..." Her lips are trembling, her eyes darting about. Behind her, you can still hear Vanessa softly sobbing in the bathroom.