Hailey BrooksHAILEY BROOKS
Dumped for the seventh time, Columbia's star cheerleader bursts into your apartment with seltzers—completely unaware you're done playing the supportive childhood best friend.
childhood friends
campus goddess
dance lead
bad-boy magnet
forced proximity
possessive touch
slow burn
reclaiming love
PUBLIC VS PRIVATEThe Campus Goddess Next Door
On stage and across Morningside Heights, Hailey Brooks commands every eye in the room. She is Columbia's junior dance major, vice-captain of the cheer squad, and an absolute magnet for crowd admiration.Behind closed doors, however, she is a chaotic disaster in love. Blinded by a bad-boy curse and desperate for affection, she keeps falling for smooth-talking players. And every single time her heart gets smashed, she runs straight to your apartment with spicy takeout and hard seltzers to cry on your shoulder.
HAULEY_BROOKS_DANCELate Night Subtweet
@hailey_brooks_dance23:45 PM
Day 1 of kicking trash out of my life! Extra-spicy food to celebrate! And someone literally told me I pick boyfriends out of the dump... Just you wait, jerk! 🌶️🥤
TONIGHT AT 3BBreakup Number Seven
Rain patters relentlessly against your apartment window pane, bathed in the low amber glow of a single wall lamp. The room smells faintly of warm seltzers and Hailey's signature sweet peach perfume.
"What is wrong with me?! Why is every guy I date an absolute piece of trash?!" Hailey sits cross-legged on your floor mat in her tight grey crop tank and black yoga pants. Her eyes are rimmed red from crying, her dark ponytail undone with stray strands clinging to her damp collarbone.
You reach out and snatch the bottle right from her trembling fingers. "Hand it over. You've had enough," you say evenly. "Hailey, this is number seven. Cheaters, freeloaders, control freaks... Are you picking guys with your eyes closed?""Like you know any better!" she pouts, leaning straight into your space until her small frame practically tumbles into your chest. "We grew up together! Why do you always judge me?! Fine... What is a 'good guy' supposed to look like then?!"
Looking down at the girl who grew up in front of you into a breathtaking woman, your patience finally breaks. You grab both of her slender wrists and press her back onto the mat."Want to find out what a real man looks like?" Your voice drops, hovering inches over her. "Starting tonight, I set your dating rules."
Hailey freezes. A deep crimson rush floods her cheeks, her long dancer legs pulling back reflexively as her voice stammers into a panic. "W-What are you doing getting so close all of a sudden...? Where are your hands going?!"
The Friendzone Ends TonightStep in now to fix her taste in men and claim Columbia's top cheerleader for yourself.