So I really couldn't be bothered to write, I just stopped being into it (writers block I guess?) but then I heard a song and this story came into my head and I know you will hate me for not updating but a new story is better than nothing right? I plan on updating this one regularly (hopefully).
Anyway, it's AU. Hope you enjoy it!
Duke
Chapter 1
House Rules
Kéfi Elef̱thería Fýlo House Rule Book.
To be followed at all times by:
Brooklyn Penelope Davis
Peyton Elizabeth Sawyer
Haley Bob James
Rachel Virginia Gattina
Exempt: Clayton Marcus Evans
We solemnly swear to abide by ALL rules within this handbook.
The K.E.F. Sisters.
Rule #1: If a suitor is to spend the night within the Kéfi Elef̱thería Fýlo house, the corresponding girl will be subject to act three of regulation punishment (I.e. house maid and breakfast duty) for the term of seven full days.
IF said rule is broken within that time by another housemate, the first housemate will officially be relieved of their duties, where-by the second housemate guilty of the crime will start their sentence of seven days.
If said rule is broken by a housemate twice in the period of seven days, they will be subject to an extra fourteen day punishment under act three.
In the event that two housemates break Rule #1 on the same night: The last suitor to leave the house is deemed the 'loser' and the punishment is handed to the corresponding girl. The overlapping housemate should deem themselves lucky and take this as a warning for later nights.
Light streamed through large, immaculate windows, interrupting the brunette from her slumber. Letting out a groan, she wiped chocolate tresses from her face before making an attempt to roll over, only to be met by another body. Another naked body. Sitting bolt upright, the young beauty studied the man in front of her. The man in her bed. Dark haired, tanned skinned and the body of a god 'Check, check annnd check' she thought to herself before hazel eyes roamed to the clock.
"FUCK!" A raspy cry escaped plump lips as she begun to shake the boy in front of her "Wake up! Get up!" Finally opening his eyes, the boy granted her a heart-melting smile
"Morning to you too, Brooke." The brunette only allowed herself one more moment of self-praise for the fantastic boy-picking she had obviously done the previous night. Then her mind cleared and she sprung from the bed as if an invisible force was pushing her movements. Picking up every piece of male clothing she could find, she made no hesitation at hurling them at the startled boy in her bed.
"Put on your pants and shoes, no time for shirts or jackets." He began to obey yet the confusion did not leave his face.
"What-"
"No time to explain, but once you leave this room I need you to run like your life depends on it. OK?" Brooke continued to scour the floor for anything she might have missed, not wanting to give him any excuse to have to 'swing by' to collect misplaced items.
"What's the rush? I thought we could go grab breakfast or something?"
"Against the rules" The college student said in monotone, looking up to catch the boys disheartened look, he really was gorgeous.
"Listen umm..." Crap, she had completely blanked on his name.
"Sam"
"Right, Sam. You are very cute and sweet but right now all I need you to do is run and not look back. Can you do that for me?" Sam didn't look any less confused but he nodded "Great. Listen, just ask anyone on this campus about the K.E.F. Sisters, they will fill you in on the rules. It was nice to meet you and thanks for the sex." She grabbed his hand, leading him to the door. They both stepped into the hallway as Brooke spotted one of her best friends, Rachel Gattina, leaning against her own door, opposite to Brooke's.
"Where's your boy?" Brooke asked hopefully as the red head let out a chuckle.
"Left last night." The brunette sighed, turning to where another of her best friends had just exited her room a little down the hall.
"Haley?" The honey-blonde shrugged.
"Had to finish an essay, no boys for me last night" Haley sighed before continuing "I don't think Peyt's guy has left yet though." Brooke beamed, finally turning to Sam again as Rachel looked upon him with approval. "Run" She said in her raspy voice, pointing towards the end of the hallway "If you get out first, I will be generous with my compliments about you around campus and if not-" She held up her pinky, wriggling it in his face as Rachel let out a giggle. Sam didn't need to be told twice. He swooped down to place a kiss on the lips of a shocked Brooke, muttering a quick 'Goodbye' before taking off down the long hallway. Mere moments later, the door opposite Haley's opened and a lanky black-haired boy, wearing an old 'Arcade Fire' sweatshirt came careening out, also heading towards the end of the hallway which would lead to his exit from the house. He was metres in front of Sam, who was gaining fast.
"Yes! GO! GO!" Brooke let out excitedly as her third best friend, and final member of the 'K.E.F' sisters, curly blonde headed Peyton Sawyer, stepped out from the door the black-haired boy had just run from. All four followed the boys as they headed towards the stairs and entrance hall. It was obvious from the get go, Peyton's boy didn't stand a chance, even if he had gotten a head start. Where her's was more emo-artsy type, Sam had an athletic running-back build, even managing to spring off the side of the stairs to gain the lead just before throwing open the door and disappearing into the light, followed by the second, out of breath, boy. Brooke threw her hands up in triumph.
"WOOT! WOOT!" She cried, poking her tongue out at Peyton and accepting a high-five from Rachel.
"The only reason I let him stay was, we smoked some weed after sex last night and I got drowsy."
"Too bad P-Sawyer, you snooze, you lose."
"Those are the rules." Haley agreed with amusement before playfully punching the blonde "Cheer up Peyt, how was your night?"
"Pretty good, we listened to some random music while he went down on me."
"Kinky." Rachel said, raising an eyebrow as she turned to Brooke. "By the way, that guy was for sure Mr. Fuckable of the week. SO HOT. Did you meet him at the bar?"
"Nope. After you two left, I went to a UNC party with Clay."
"You bothered going all the way too UNC?"
"The party was at Knollwood, some UNC kid had some land, a sweet house, a pool, a ton of alcohol and Clay really wanted to test out the new R8"
"Ah, I forgot about rich boys new car."
"If he's so freaking rich, why does he still insist upon staying in OUR house?" Peyton grumbled although all the girls knew it was an act. They would sooner die than get rid of Clay.
"C'mon Sawyer, would you really want to break up the Tree Hill Crew?" Rachel said as she threw an arm around her friend.
"No. BUT I still find it weird he doesn't like fraternities."
"Uh-Excuse me. If it wasn't for out little group, we'd all hate sororities. And we're not really much of a sorority now are we?" Haley begun to walk down the stairs as the other girls followed.
"How many sororities do you know have 'Fun Freedom Sex' as their Greek translation?"
"It's amazing what money can buy you." Rachel said with a laugh, entering their huge kitchen, just off the entrance hall "an amazing Greek row house and a fantastic, completely appropriate-but-hated-by-the-dean-and-parents Greek row name. Yep, we're living the life."
"Not a bad life." Brooke agreed, taking four different cereal boxes from the pantry as Haley collected bowls, Peyton spoons and Rachel, milk. They all grabbed their favoured cereal and in unison begun to pour, just as a tall, spikey-dark-blond haired man entered the room.
"You guys would save about a million bucks if you all learned to like the same damn cereal." He said with a laugh, the girls didn't bother looking up.
"Clayton, how many times have we heard that from you in our life?" Haley said, pouring milk into her own raisin bran.
"About a thousand times too many" The red head of the group groaned, handing a spare bowl to Clay.
"Dimples, I'll take the Trix please." Brooke passed him the box as she finished with it, quickly adding some milk before walking into the adjoining dining room and sitting at the head of their long, dark-oak table. She was soon joined by her friends. They all sat munching on cereal, discussing the night before and laughing at stupid jokes and memories, it was a ritual of a Saturday morning in the K.E.F. house.
"OH MY GOD!" Brooke suddenly burst out amidst 'memories of the old days' talk recounting their first ever group detention in grade one, thirteen years prior. Everyone turned to her "I completely forgot, did you guys know their moving an ENTIRE fraternity here from UNC?"
"WHAT? Are you kidding?" Three female heads whipped to her
"Yes apparently there is some impeccably good-at-basketball fraternity there and Duke asked them to move."
"Wait, can that even happen? Transferring an entire fraternity?"
"I have no idea, but it was huge talk around the party last night. Apparently their taking over the old Kappa Omega house."
"How many are coming?"
"I heard five."
"Hold up. FIVE people living in that HUGE Kappa house?"
"If their that good, why isn't their team angry at losing them?"
"Most of their team are Juniors and Seniors but they have a bunch of sophomores and freshman who are actually pretty damn good but never get to play." Clay finally pipped into the conversation.
"You knew about this and didn't mention it?" Brooke threw a piece of dry cereal at her life-long friend.
"Relax Davis, I only found out last night, but, unlike you, I wasn't drinking so I ACTUALLY found out the whole story."
"Which is?"
"Well, our team has pretty much been sucking lately. I mean c'mon, this is Duke! THE basketball college of America! We've been good but we need to be great."
"And these UNC kids are going to make it great?" Haley asked, sceptically.
"Yes, from what I'm hearing, their going get rid of a lot of our team and push back some of our starters for the five coming in."
"Their going to be the most hated men on campus, half of Sig Nu is on the team."
"Yeah but six are graduating next year anyway so either way we were needing fresh meat, it just happens to come in the form of UNC boys. Besides, no one will care when we start winning."
"And you're are OK with this?"
"Why wouldn't I be? I called coach last night when I heard the news, he assured me Jake and I were safe. We're the best on the team anyway and if these guys can make us better, more power to them."
"So we might actually have something to cheer for next year?" Peyton asked
"AND new hot boys to hit on." Rachel added. "One each and a spare for the girl who closes their deal first and needs a second round." Clay rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, whatever. You guys are hopeless. By the way, want to go to a house party out in The Valley tonight?"
"What is with you and all these off-campus parties all of a sudden?"
"UNC guys throw them, I'm happy to go steal UNC alcohol. 'Cause when season rolls around again next year, we'll be enemies."
"I guess the party last night was pretty good. I'm in." Brooke agreed before pouting "Crap, its my turn to be designated driver isn't it?" Clay nodded as the other girls agreed to come. "UGH. Next weekend we're having our own damn party, leaving campus is sooo not worth the lack of alcohol."
"Please" Rachel butted in "Mr. Fucakable looked totally worth the ride out to Knoll." The brunette chuckled.
"Oh yes, he defiantly was."
At nine o' clock that night the four girls and Clay piled into a huge black Escalade SUV and headed for their party destination. Rachel, Peyton and Clay sat in the back, passing around vodka and mixers as Haley sipped on her own drink in the passenger seat, switching between songs like a mad-woman.
"Hales, can you just pick one already?" Brooke would complain every time the honey-blonde changed song YET AGAIN. This only caused laughter from the back and Haley to change radio station again, poking her tongue out at Brooke.
FINALLY they pulled up at the party, it was gated and security was stationed around the tall black steel that barred their entrance. Brooke rolled down her window.
"UNC?" A tall, dark haired security guy asked.
"Duke." Brooke corrected, wondering whose party this actually was. The security man laughed.
"There aren't many Duke names on here." He looked down at his list.
"Try Brooke Davis" An air of smugness surrounded the brunettes charm, there was no way they would not be allowed into this party.
"Not here."
"Hmmm.. Well do you want to inform the house owner that the K.E.F sisters are here. And they would like to drink and their not very patient sooo.." She gave him the sweetest yet sarcastic smile she could muster as the security man walked back to the intercom, a few words were spoken before the gate was opened.
"Go on in Ladies."
"Thankyou." Brooke shot the man a wink before driving up the long driveway to what could only be described as a palace. Lights flashed as music pumped all around them.
"OK, Clay whose party is this and who the hell owns a house like this at UNC?" Clay shrugged.
"No idea, I just heard about it last night. Shall we go in?" As they exited the car, four pairs of heels hit the pavement almost simultaneously. They stood staring up at the house for a moment. Brooke in tall red Louboutin's, tiny white shorts, a tight white singlet and designer black jacket. Rachel in her favourite pair of Black Jimmy Choo's and figure-hugging white dress. Peyton was rocking thigh-high, heeled boots with an almost-too-short green skirt and sleeveless black tank top. And Haley wore a flowing dark blue dress and peep toe matching heels. No one would dare deny how hot they all looked. None of the four knew who each pair of the clothes actually belonged to at this point. So much had been switched and borrowed throughout the years, they now pretty much had a communal wardrobe, although each girl had their own style and flare they liked to add to an outfit. Clay jumped out in his dark converses, smiling at the girls as they walked towards the house.
"This car leaves at two P.M. People, make sure you're here, I don't want to be scurrying around looking for all your drunk-asses. PLEASE no sex in the bedrooms, we all know that always gets messy."
"Yes mum, we all know." Peyton yawned.
"You guys gimme the exact same speech when you're are the sober ones, so obey or I swear I'll give you hell next time I get to drink."
"Then we will definitely behave, no one brings hell like Brooke Davis when she's drinking." Rachel said, slapping Brooke's ass playfully, and all four girls laughed as they entered the house.
It was one a.m. as Brooke stood in the corner of the living room, sipping on red-bull and texting on her phone. Peyton was on the couch making out with some boy, Haley was in the kitchen being chatted up by boys and Rachel was outside, doing a keg stand. She had lost track of Clay but figured he would turn up sooner or later, he always did. It was at the point in the party where everyone was too drunk to talk to or make-out with unless you , yourself were drunk so Brooke had resigned herself to her phone, not that she wasn't having fun. She had talked to a large group of people and watched the late-teens and early-twenty year olds running around yelling and spreading gossip as they attempted to dance to the music (Which was actually pretty good) but now, it was time to wind down.
"I'm either saving you from writing a text you're going to regret in the morning orrr I've just found the only other sober person here. Which is it?" Brooke looked up from her phone, having been shocked by the masculine voice.
"What the-" She stopped mid sentence. Tall, blond hair that stuck out in all directions, slightly scruffy stubble and deep blue eyes. How had she not spotted this man at the party earlier? She smiled, a full blown, dimpled Brooke-Davis-Special smile, maybe this night wasn't ready to end just yet. "How do you know I'm not sober AND about to send a text I'll regret?"
"Possible but it's only my job to save you from the drunken-regrets, none of my business to save you from the sober ones."
"Your job huh?"
"Well, being of sound mind and spirit I could never let a pretty girl like you ruin a perfectly good night with next-day regrets."
"My saviour." Brooke said with a playful sarcasm
"So why aren't you drinking?"
"Why aren't you?" Brooke mirrored, causing the guy to laugh, her smile widened, she couldn't help it, his laugh was so impossibly cute yet sexy at the same time.
"I asked you first."
"Designated driver."
"Ouch."
"Tell me about it. Whats your story?"
"I was drunk from one o'clock Thursday until about six hours ago so I thought it might be time to take a break from the drinking, at least until tomorrow."
"Couldn't last out the weekend huh?"
"I could but I'd rather not completely destroy my liver, it comes in handy once in a while." He shot her another smile, she couldn't help but get shivers at the way he was looking at her, like he was studying her with his brooding squint "I'm Lucas by the way." He held out his hand which she took.
"Brooke." Their hands stayed together for longer than was necessary before both pulled away hesitantly.
"How have I not seen you on campus Brooke?"
"I'm a Duke girl."
"Ahhh the Blue Devils huh? Let me guess, you're a cheerleader?" A perfectly shaped eyebrow raised
"What, every pretty girl has to be a cheerleader?"
"No, but with legs like those it'd be a crime not to be."
"Lines like that don't work on me Lucas, remember, I AM sober." He raised two broad shoulders in a shrug.
"Not a line, just an observation. I'm right aren't I?"
"I guess you'll never know."
"I doubt that."
"Cocky much?"
"I just figure I'll find out at one point or another."
"Is that so?"
"Yes it is." They starred at each other, seemingly entranced in the graze, Brooke was the first to break it. Looking around the room before turning back to him.
"So what is this party for anyway?"
"Some guys are leaving our basketball team for Duke, this is like their going away party. Well it's around the tenth one they've had, the parties have been going all day and night since Thursday."
"Well I've attended two, I've officially welcomed them to Duke without even meeting them."
"I'll be sure to pass on your welcome."
"Wait, why are they having the party now? Semester doesn't end for a few months."
"The guys are moving in next week, their finishing the semester at Duke so they have a feel for the place and the training of the coach before season starts next year."
"Right. So any of them hot, single boys who are into brunettes?" A masculine laugh sounded.
"I try not to judge the hotness of other boys but I know plenty of them are single, not sure of their type."
"Oh well, even if they are into blonds, I'm sure I can persuade them otherwise."
"I don't doubt that you can." There was another long gaze before Brooke once again broke the almost-too-comfortable silence.
"So, are you from North Carolina?"
"Raleigh, and you?"
"Tree Hill."
"Ah, a small town girl, I wouldn't have guessed. Sisters and brothers?"
"Not by blood but four best friends who are as close to my siblings as you can get. What about you?" Lucas smile seemed to rise a little more and Brooke wasn't sure what about her answer had impressed him.
"Twin brother, he's around here somewhere, he-" The blond was cut off when a tall red head wearing a now stained white dress approached them, interrupting.
"Rach? What the hell-" Brooke starred down at the light pink stain on her friends dress.
"Clay got into a fight, some bitch threw a drink on me. We gotta go."
"What happened?"
"The UNC kids hate us, I don't know what happened but punches we're thrown and according to Clay the 'Duke-UNC' feud has begun. We gotta go before someone attacks him again, he already has a black eye, he's waiting by the car with Hales." Brooke turned to the other side of the room, putting her fingers to her mouth, she let out a loud whistle. The curly-blonde haired girl looked up from where she had been all-but-screwing the guy on the couch.
"WE GOTTA GET OUT OF HERE SAWYER! CLAYTON WAS IN A FIGHT!" She managed to yell over the music, Peyton nodded, getting up. The guy beside her followed. "NO UNC GUYS!" Brooke yelled again, Peyton shook her head at the guy before making her way to Brooke and Rachel. The red head begun to drag the two toward the door as the brunettes head whipped around to face Lucas once more.
"Sorry UNC, 'the feud has begun' apparently, It was nice knowing you."
"Don't worry Cheerleader, I'm sure we'll see each other soon enough." Brooke didn't have time to ponder the words, she took one last look at the handsome stranger before turning to follow her friends from the party.