WORDS I COULDN'T SAY

I walked through the hallway in a very, very bad mood; ok, who am I kidding? I'm fuming! He did it again! The bastard did it again! It's his fault I have another heartbroken cheerleader … I've had 3 in a week, and for God's sake with the same guy! It's his fault I'm not being able to have a proper practice because of the girls either being in cloud 9 so in love or because they are heartbroken, but I'm going to make him stop! The cheerleading competition is just 3 months away from now. And he is so not going to mess up with it! I mean not before knowing who I am!

I turned to the left and I catch a glimpse of his blonde head… yea, it's him… he isn't going to know what hit him after I'm done with him. He's going to learn. I get a little closer, and when I'm about 6 steps away from him, I start shouting at him- what can I say, I like being dramatic.

-HOW DARE YOU!- he turns around with a smirk in his face, like letting me know he was expecting me, which just makes me more pissed, if that's even possible.

-Good morning to you too, Brooke- he said.

-Oh, where are my manners?- I said in a sarcastic tone- excuse me, but I'm not going to pretend to be polite in front of you, I came here…

-Oh, you know you don't need to pretend anything- he said getting closer to me. He does it all the time in a way to "flirt" with me and seduce me, but come on! He can't be serious. I'm Brooke Fucking Davis, the one thing he makes me feel is a mix of hate and utterly disgust.

-Yea, whatever, I came here to warn you: if you EVER, EVER again mess up with one of my girls, I'll make sure you wish you have never used your buddy over there- I say pointing to his package, in a very loud voice.

-So, daddy's little girl has heard about it? Better yet, would you want get to know him? - He asked me.

-Ewww... first of all that's disgusting; and believe me, if I wanted to know one, I'll go with the big leagues.

-What makes you think I'm not there? – He asked me with his stupid smirk etched to his face.

-Oww, sorry if I crash your ego but the girls and I have these long conversations where we talked about everything… and your buddy didn't get too many points- With my little lie, because yes I lied big deal, his face fell and the people who were "secretly" watching us laughed. He couldn't help but to blush a little; God he looks so handso… wait umm, he looks like a bug… sorry I kind of mixed the words.

-So, is bitch being Brooke today?-

-More than that, so I'll just tell you this once again, and I'm going to say it loud and clear STAY THE HELL OUT OF MY TEAM…got it?- and like a total queen drama bitch I walked away leaving a confused crowd and a very angry Lucas Scott who shouts to my back:

-And what if I don't?!-

-You'll regret it- I answer in a confident tone without even turning back.

Yea, that was Lucas Scott for you people. He is an ass! A complete jerk… But he isn't popular because of it, obviously. It's because he is "hot" and the captain of the basketball team. He has blond hair, piercing blue eyes, sexy lips, strong arms and legs, an incredible ass and a firm six package; besides he is rich and always gets what he wants.

So, after our little description about Lucas; you either are in love with the guy or you hate his gust as me. If the last is the case; welcome to team Brooke! I mean he thinks he is like a God or something like that and he isn't! If you asked me why I hate him I'd tell you that just because he is… he! But in reality I don't know… and you'd probably think I'm a crazy bitch for that.

Talking about bitches, I'm Brooke Davis, captain of the cheerleader squad, president council, the hottest girl in High School and a bitch. Knowing this you might love me already or you hate my guts-If the last is the case: Lucas' fans have a reunion twice a week-actually if you get to really know me, you'd agree I'm not a complete bitch, I'm just a lonely girl surrounded by people, as cliché as that sounds. I have two bestest friends: Bevin and Peyton. I trust them everything. They know everything about me and I know everything about them.

With time, I've changed. If you thing I'm a mayor bitch now, I wish you had met me when I was in 4° grade. I was this cute little girl that was bitching about everything and when another girl didn't like me, I'd hit her and make everything easier. But with time I stopped feeling the need to be a bitch. And I became a cool girl. My motto became: I'll let you live if you let me live.

Actually I never have been a real bitch. I'm a sweet girl who can love everyone, and can do everything for the people I love. But life and people changed me. I mean you would have changed if your parents never let you know they loved you or even stayed at home for that matter. My parents are these great business persons; they love their work and money, so much more that they'd ever love me. When I was born mom didn't want to sacrifice her precious work for me, so she and daddy went to California to continue working and left me here with everything a girl could ask for, in a way to feel less guilty I guess. So never having my parents around showed me people aren't worth your love and it's ok. I learned its better being alone than with bad company.

-Hey Davis! Ready to go? - The voice of Bevin Mirskey brought me back to reality. I'm going to go to stay at Peyton's tonight, with her and Bevin. They were waiting for me.

-Yep! - I said, and took my seat at what Peyton calls a car.

-So B, wanna share the details of your fight? - Asked me Peyton about my confrontation with Lucas.

-How do you know? It was like 2 minutes ago!-

-Well, it's what you've been doing every time he hurts one of the girls…- she said in a duh tone.

-And rumors are fast- confessed Bevin- I was there…- the three of us started laughing… that was the strong spot of Bevin: gossips.

-Basically it was me being a bitch, he trying to win me, me threatening him and we making a scene, end of story- I respond in a bored tone.

-Wow, life gets predictable- said Peyton.

-I know, but look what he did to Theresa; he needed someone to wake him from his stupid dream where all he wants he gets-

-And that someone is you? - asked Bevin.

-Well nobody seems to be interested in bringing him down- I replied, getting frustrated for the direction the conversation was going.

-Brooke, just be careful, I mean if you don't play your cards right fine, you might get hurt… or in the worst case you could fall for him…-said Peyton.

WHAT?! Excuse me Goldie, what did you just said?- I cant believe I didn't react faster because I was actually thinking about the possibility of it. But that is bullshit…it can't be…we're like water and oil, we'd never make it… not that I'd like it! Ok I'm rambling

Sorry it's just that this topic really gets to my nerves.

-Yea, you heard me, it's not impossible you know? You hate the guy…-

-Yea, your point being?-

-Have you heard the said from hate to love there is just one step?-asked Bevin. I just rolled my eyes. These really can't be happening! – Well, it's true, as true as opposites attract.

-Whatever- we just got to the house and I quickly get out of the car.

I'm pissed again, and they know it. I hate this kind of conversations and they know it. What they don't know is why… it's a secret, a big one; I deny it all the time to myself…I… I'm going to tell you guys. The reason I get all defensive is because…I… think…umm…I feel like… I'm…emm… He…I…God! I can't; no actually I can! I know I can… the reason is because I…shit umm…ok…I…kinda…like him?... I smiled to myself because it's the very first time I admit to myself, and to you guys…hahaha… this feels fine…WAIT! What? No, I hate the guy…Damn it! how can he be in my thoughts like If I was like any other desperate girl trying to get his attention. And I'm not like every other girl… I can't like him, period. Sorry guys, is not going to happen.

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It's 12 pm right now, in the 9 hours we've been here, we've already seen "Look who's talking", "Titanic" and "Cold Mountain"; I'm still shocked about how it ended, anyways umm, we did weird make up and elegant make up too. Peyton did Bevin's, who did mine and I did Peyton's. Bevin ended up a little gothic, I ended kinda natural and Peyton…well SUPER sexy… I did her make up duh! We ate ice cream and danced like crazy whores. But at 12 pm we have a habit of talking about serious things. Peyton started.

-I think something is missing in my life-

-Me too- Bevin

-Know the feeling- me

-I want a boyfriend! - said a very desperate Bevin

-Yea, me too- Peyton agreed. After 6 seconds of silence and I'm not being dramatic, they turned to stare at me.

-What? - I asked innocently.

-You know what! - said Peyton

-Don't you want someone to hold you the night you feel alone? Someone to whisper you sweet nothings when you need them the most? Someone to be there even if you don't know that you need him? Someone who can protect you by letting you fight your own wars?- asked me Bevin, very inspired.

-Yea, ok, the sound of that it's pretty amazing; but what about focusing in real things?-

-B, what about true love, it exists! - said P. Sawyer.

-Yea? Where is it? Tell me one couple who have made it.- I asked, There was a long silence- see?

-That doesn't mean you're not going to find it!- told me Bevin.

-Ok, for experience love doesn't exist! It's just a myth, just a dream, that's all. Not all these cute thing movies portray.

-Brooke… I think, you're scared to shared that beautiful heart of yours- when she saw my frown, she continued- I don't know, or maybe that, that someone doesn't love you back, or something like it?

-Ok… um … first of all I'm not afraid and second I can make anyone love me. My problem is that I hate heartbroken girls; it's like their whole confidence is stole; they become vulnerable girls that feel lost, and it seems like they'd never feel complete again. That's my problem, I don't trust guys- After my outburst/speech a sudden silence filled the room. All of us were lost in our own thoughts about love, guys, us…

-I KNOW!-screamed Bevin

-Don't do that Bevin, you scared the hell out of me! - yelled Peyt

-I got a plan! A big one! – Bevin replied with her eyes shining. This isn't good.- Ok, so I think the three of us feel the same as Brooke, right?- we nodded- Ok, so I was thinking what if we face our fears…-

-Yea, I get it said Peyton after a few seconds had passed. It was usual between Bevin and Peyton; they always got what the other one was thinking. I just felt lost…face our fears? That really isn't good…

-I don't- I said.

-We could be a legend! - said Peyton with shining eyes too…

-I don't get it! - I screamed

-Look we don't trust guy because some of them had made big mistakes… actually they screwed up a lot…- started Bevin

-And girls like us are afraid to meet guys like that right? - Asked Peyton, I just nodded, I'm still confused though. - Well the plan would be to have a girl, a confident crazy girl who can face our fears…

-And break the heart of a jerk into million pieces, giving us the strength to believe we can success, and just believe in us- continued Bevin- Did you get it?-

-Yea, it's a good plan- I said smiling- we just need to find the girl and the guy- I replied quietly, already thinking in all the possible victims for our plan.

-We already have the girl- I looked at them with a questioning look. They were looking at me with smiles in their faces, I just took a little more to realize their point.

-NO WAY! Why?—

-Didn't you hear us? We need a confident, hot and crazy girl, we need you- said Pyton

-I'm sorry, im not going to do it, its stupid- I replied

-You just said it was a good plan- told me Bevin

-Yea, when that didn't implied me being "the girl"…-

-I dare you- said Peyton with a calm voice and a grin. She knows I take every dare, because I don't give up.

-Damn it Peyton, I hate you-

-Are you in?-

-Of course, but let's make it more interesting- I mean if I'm going to be torture by an ASS I at least deserve something in return- Let's make a bet. I'll bet you in three months this guy will be kissing the floor I've walked on. I promise you I'll break his heart on Halloween's party. If I don't, you guys can do anything to me, but if I win you'll buy me a motorcycle. What do you say?

-Deal!

-Sure!

-Ok, now all we need is the guy…-said Bevin – he needs to be cocky…

-Have history as a player- said Peyton

-Be hot and love girls- I finished.

The three of us stared at each other already knowing who the victim would be. I knew this wouldn't be good. A smile came to their faces as the three of us said out loud:

"LUCAS SCOTT"

what do you think? r&r pleasee!

And I promise tomorrow I'll update for my other story. I just needed to get this one out of my head, lol.