A/N: So here I am with a new story! I know, I'm insane! But don't worry, this is going to be a fun one! Not super angsty like "In the Beginning." But you do need to know that it is completely AU, which means I will not be following the show's story line or time line at all! This story is also going to contain lots of cuss words, lots of drinking, maybe a little drug use, and also some sex. If that makes you uncomfortable, then don't read it! I hope everyone likes it! And look for the next chapter to "In the Beginning" by either tonight or tomorrow!
Big thanks to Morgan for helping me with this idea! And for being there for everything. I owe you big girl!
Disclaimer: I do not own One Tree Hill or its characters! I do, however, own all my ideas!
Summary: What do you get when the new girl gets in with the four elite of Tree Hill Academy? Trouble. Add in sex, lots of booze, and five hot teenagers, and you've got big trouble! AU and OOC, Couples: Pathan and Brucas with Haley too!
LPOV- End of May
It's graduation day at Tree Hill Academy.
Ah, THA. What can I say about it? Best and worst days of my life. It started out just like the last three years. My friends and I ruled that place. Even the teachers listened to what we told them. This is how we all graduated with honors. What, you thought we actually studying? HA!
Nathan Scott, Haley James, Peyton Sawyer, and I, Lucas Scott, were the top of the school. We were also the richest! Our parents never cared what we did as long as we passed our classes. We got whatever we wanted; unlimited credit cards, the most expensive cars, vacations to wherever we wanted, no curfews. Not that out parents even noticed if we were home.
We had the life kids dream of. Parents that didn't see, or at least didn't acknowledge, the late nights, the next day hangovers, the opposite sex "sleepovers," the little baggies of illegal substances we all shared.
They placed us all at Tree Hill Academy thinking we would avoid the drinking, the partying, the sex, and the drugs. What they didn't realize is we are the kids your parents warn you about.
The ones sneaking into the bathroom to do a line between classes. The ones that empty coke bottles and add whiskey when the teachers aren't looking. The ones stealing a quickie in the locker room after practice.
We are the Breakfast Club gone bad.
We are the chosen four of Tree Hill Academy.
Well, we were four. I guess now we are the chosen five since Brooke Davis showed up in Tree Hill. With her wavy brunette hair and dark brown eyes, she swept in and knocked us all on our feet. We didn't know what to make of her. Never had anyone infiltrated our group. Ever. But yet, all of the sudden, this new girl, what my parents called "new money," showed up at our end of summer party last summer acting like she owned the place. Nathan and I were shocked. Haley was rude yet friendly. Peyton was, well, like always, bitchy.
Let me, with the help of the others, tell you our story…
Early August
"Why do you have to be such an asshole?"
"Come on Peyt, it's not a big deal!"
"What the fuck ever Nathan. We're over, go away!"
"How long is it gonna be this time? I need to know how to plan my night."
"Well then, why don't we make it for good and you can go screw whatever fucking whore you'd like?"
Everything was going great. We were in the middle of probably the best end of summer party at Peyton's house; a glass of scotch in one hand and a girl in the other. Then my dumbfuck brother had to go and ruin it by hitting on a girl that wasn't his girlfriend, right in front of his girlfriend, Peyton Sawyer.
Don't get me wrong, Nathan is my brother and my best friend. My right hand man and partner in crime. But how fucking dumb can you be? Did he just not see Peyton standing across the room watching his every move like she always did?
Whatever. I don't care anymore. As I was saying, that was how my night was going. I had to watch Peyton run to her room with Haley on her heels so she could bitch about how bad of a boyfriend Nathan was, even though they would be back together by the end of the night. And I had to deal with my brother getting completely shit-faced drunk and barely able to stand.
Right before he fell, the front door opened and I swear you could have heard a pen drop. Every head in the room turned to see the girl enter the house with Vegas. Nathan even straightened up to see who it was. If I wanted to act like a total girl then I could say I was awestruck. She was amazingly gorgeous.
Long brown hair, dark brown puppy dog eyes, fuck me lips, cleavage popping out of her white button down shirt, legs forever sticking out of her denim miniskirt. I think I almost creamed my pants just looking at her. So this is the girl everyone has been gossiping about for the last few weeks. Vegas has already claimed he hit that. I highly doubt it.
"What's everyone staring at? I just want a fucking drink!" she said like she wasn't surprised everyone stopped to watch her. She sauntered, that's right, sauntered over to the kitchen. That girl didn't just walk, she fucking glided, swishing her ass as she went. Once she was out of the room, the whispers started as Vegas followed her into the kitchen, acting like he was slapping her ass. What a douche.
"Who the fuck just walked into my house?" I heard Peyton ask from the stairs. I turned to see her looking directly at me. I shrugged my shoulders as Peyton and Haley walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. Nathan and I shared a look before hightailing it into the kitchen after them.
"Can I help you?" Peyton bitchily asked. I entered the kitchen to see new girl pouring herself a shot of tequila.
"No?" she said like a question.
"Who the fuck are you?" Haley asked rudely. I was almost shocked at Haley; she was never that rude to people.
"Who the fuck are you?" New Girl asked back with just as much attitude.
"No, sweetheart, you're in my house. I do the asking. So I repeat, who the fuck are you?" Peyton sneered. New Girl took the shot and slammed the shot glass down on the counter, rolling her eyes before looking at Peyton and Haley.
"Name's Brooke Davis. I'm new here. Vegas brought me. I would say it's nice to meet you but you'd probably yell again. And to be honest, your voice is kind of annoying so I'd rather not hear you yell!" New Girl said, earning a laugh from the guys in the room. Peyton whipped her head around to glare at Nathan and I for laughing. We just help our hands up in surrender while trying to swallow our laughter.
"Vegas, you better get this fucking new girl out of my house before I have a shit fit. Now!" Peyton growled.
"Oh but wait, you didn't introduce yourself! Come on, it'll be fun! We can act like bffs!" New Girl said in a fake voice. She then rolled her eyes and turned for the door, "Fucking bitch. I'm out of here. You people suck anyways."
And with that, New Girl was gone. Vegas, of course, ran after her. At least one good thing came of her leaving; Vegas left too.
I have to say, I was pretty impressed by New Girl. She had some guts to talk to Peyton like that. I don't even talk to Peyton like that and we've been friends since elementary school. The next hour or so was very boring for me. I sat and listened to Peyton bitch and moan about New Girl, Haley agreeing with everything she said because that's how Haley is. Nathan drinking more than he needed to and whining to Peyton about how he wanted to kiss her. Peyton slapping Nathan away every time he tried to kiss her. And everyone else at the party gossiping about New Girl talking to Peyton like she did.
By the time Nathan and I left Peyton's to drive home, there was no way I would let Nathan behind the wheel of his Escalade. I snatched the keys from him as soon as he took them out of his pocket. Driving home, I once again had to listen to him talk about how nice it was to be back with Peyton already. Told you they would be back together by the end of the night.
Turning onto our street, I noticed someone walking on the sidewalk. Slowing down to see who was walking down the street at three am, I realized it was New Girl. I stopped next to her as she turned towards the truck.
"Can I help you?" she repeated Peyton's words as I rolled down the passenger window.
"There is certainly a few things you can help me with!" Nathan slurred. I rolled my eyes and leaned over to smack him on the forehead.
"Shut the fuck up dickwad! New Girl, you need a ride somewhere?" I asked, giving her my best smile. Normally, girls would swoon to this smile. New Girl seemed unphased by it.
"No thanks. I live at the next house," she replied, sounding bored.
"You're our new neighbor?" I asked in surprise. She looked at me in confusion. I pointed to the large white house on the other side of hers.
"We live there!"
"Joy, this should be a fun year!" she said dryly. I pulled the truck up next to the curb in front of our house and jumped out before she got to her front door.
"Hey!" I shouted. She stopped and turned towards me, "Look, just because Peyton and Haley were bitches to you doesn't mean we're all like that. So retract the claws and let your neighbor welcome you to Tree hill damn it!" I told her.
"Retract the claws? What, are you gay? Because I've never heard straight guys talk like that!" she laughed. Nathan walked up to hear the end of her sentence and laughed.
"Lucas gay? Yeah right! This guy has bagged more chicks than I can count!" he snickered, slapping me on the back. I stared at him in bewilderment. Remind me to never try to talk to a hot new girl in front of him while he is plastered.
"Thanks Nate," I muttered, looking at New Girl to see her reaction.
"Oh don't worry honey, I've already heard all about you and your little friends! I know all about your reputation. And believe me when I say this, I will be the last person you add to your list of conquests!" she said smugly.
"Wanna make a bet?" Nathan asked timidly. Him and his bets. I swear, he lost just as much money as he made.
"What are the stakes?" she asked, surprising both of us.
"Um, well, let me think. If you win and you don't sleep with Lucas, then you have to sleep with me! If I win and you do sleep with Lucas, then, wait shit, I lose either way! Okay wait, let me think about it and I'll let you know the stakes at school next week! You are going to THA right?" Nathan asked after thoroughly embarrassing himself. New Girl and I both laughed at Nathan's expense.
"Yes, I'm going to THA. And alright, I'll take that bet! You tell me the stakes on the first day of school, Monday morning! And Lucas, I'm going to have so much fun teasing you until you can't stand it anymore! You're going to beg me to call of this bet so you can sleep with me!" New Girl said with way too much confidence.
She walked into her house and locked the door behind her. I followed Nathan to the back door of our house and up the stairs to his room. Mine was across the hall.
"Night Luke," he mumbled, trying to shut the door. I stuck my foot out to stop him.
"Wait a minute, you're not getting off that easily! What the fuck was that? Making a bet that she won't fuck me? What is wrong with you? And how do you even know that I want to fuck her?" I shouted in a whisper, trying not to wake our parents downstairs. They didn't care what we did unless we either failed any classes or woke them up.
"Please Luke, it's obvious! You were gaping at her with your mouth hanging down to the fucking floor the whole time she was at Peyton's! You're too easy to read!" Nathan laughed, pushing me backwards so he could shut the door.
"Fuck you!" I said, turning and walking into my room. I shut the door behind me before turning on the light, noticing the French doors that lead to my private balcony were open. I didn't remember leaving them open. When I turned to the balcony, I noticed someone standing with their back to me smoking a cigarette.
"Can I help you?" I asked quietly, walking over to the doors.
"You rich fucks say that way too much!" I heard New Girl laugh as she turned towards me.
"What the fuck are you doing here? And how did you get here so fast?" I asked in shock.
"I climbed up the lattice and I'm just sneaky!" she joked, stubbing out her cigarette and throwing it into our lawn.
"There's an ashtray right there," I pointed out. She just shrugged before turning to me again.
"So, I know I agreed to this bet with your brother, but I just wanted to know where you stood on it," she said, her voice raspy, sounding like she smoked too much.
"I, um, I mean, I don't, um, I don't know," I mumbled. Good job Lucas, sound like a fucking retard.
"I'll take that as you saying you want to fuck me?" she whispered, leaning over to run her tongue up my neck to my earlobe.
"Holy hell," I croaked out. I had never felt anything so sensual before.
"That's what you're going to be saying when I prove to your brother that I won't fuck you! Nighty night!" she laughed, swinging her legs over the balcony and climbing back down the lattice. She did it with so much expertise that she looked like she had done it a million times.
Fucking hell, that girl was going to be the death of me. Looks like I'll be taking a really cold fucking shower in the morning.
BPOV
This was going to be one hell of a fun year. Those Scott boys were going to be fun to pay with. The brunette one might be difficult since he's dating Bitchy McBitcherson. But I can find a way around that. And the blonde one, good Lord. He was going to be the death of me. Why did I agree to that bet? I'm going to lose.
No, wait, I'm Brooke fucking Davis. I can do this. I can resist him. No problem. Not like I've ever had to resist boys before. Besides, hearing his reputation, it might be a good idea to not fuck him. Especially after hearing all the girls he's slept with. So glad I met Bevin on my first day here. She was so ditzy that she had no problem dishing out the dirt on all of her so called friends.
Well, better get a good nights sleep. Might be the only one I get all year with the Scott boys living next door.
Good night!
A/N: Please leave a review and tell me if you like the idea enough for me to continue it!