Disclaimer: I own nothing except the Mac in which I wrote this on…
AN: I know I haven't updated my other story in forever, but until I can actually figure out where I want it to go I can't finish it (I seem to be in a serious writing rut lately, my life's gone to shit). And until then, this is my new baby. OH! This is un-beta-ed, so it goes from my head to your PC (excuse the typos, I'll fix 'em later).
The Rules Of Attraction
Hard To Resist
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Sunday
Phi Delta Theta House
There was something about him.
The obnoxious Mohawk and the Axe pomade he used to spike it, that stupid Polo cologne, the way those Calvin Klein boxer briefs looked on him, the taste of Patrón on his tongue from those shots he was knocking back earlier, the waves of electricity he sent down her spine every time he touched her skin…
Something made him hard to resist.
But that didn't mean she didn't try. She was Brooke Davis, making him work for it was part of her job description… Making him fume? Well, that was just an added benefit.
She knew all this as she flirted with one of the Phi Delta Theta Pledges, one of his Pledges. They'd never been into going public or, god forbid, dating. As a result, none of the guys knew she was off limits.
"You have very lick-able freckles." whispered the guy to her matter-of-factly.
Brooke let out a flirtatious giggle, "Wanna taste?" she asked coolly as she tossed her hair back to expose her naked shoulder, "Just a kiss."
The guy grinned and leaned down to suck on her shoulder. As if reading his mind, Brooke grabbed his hair and carefully pulled him off. "No biting." She said, and with a wink added, "Yet."
"O'Toole!" snarled the seething blonde walking over to them.
The Pledge gave nod, "'Sup, Luke?" he asked casually, the beer making him far too mellow. A low guttural growl came from deep within the blonde's throat and sent him into a slightly panicked stated. "Sorry, Lucas." he amended as he nervously cleared his throat.
"Hadley's off. You're on keg duty." Luke informed with a glare. "Move!"
The Pledge wasted no time in running off towards the kegs. Brooke scoffed and focused her hazel orbs on Luke's blue ones. "Real mature, Scott."
"Slumming it, Davis?" he questioned with a cocked eyebrow, "O'Toole's a tool, and a freshman. My oh my how the mighty seem to have fallen."
"Jealous?" she questioned ignoring his comments.
He rolled his eyes, "Nothing I haven't had before." He said scanning her body and unconsciously licking his lips as he ran his index finger along her cleavage, "Or couldn't have again if I wanted it."
Brooke playfully hooked her fingers through his belt loops and pulled him against her body. His free hands roamed to her ass and, when he noticed she wasn't wearing any underwear, he got instantly hard.
The impulse was too hard to resist so he gave into it, cradling the back of her head, his hands tangled up in her cascade of chocolate locks as he hungrily delved his tongue into her mouth. Normally that would be too public for them, but this was the first Phi Delt party of the year and everyone was too busy trying to get laid to focus on what anybody else was doing.
Brooke, however, pulled back. Appearances, she knew, where of the utmost importance. "Upstairs." She instructed, "Your room empty?"
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As soon as the bedroom door slammed shut behind them Brooke jumped on him, wrapping her long legs tightly around his lean waist. Luke led them to the bed and positioned himself on top. Luke Scott never relinquished control.
He ran his hands up from her ass to the clasp of her bra, which he immediately unhooked. "Desperate for attention?" he questioned into her ear as he nibbled on it, "Is that what you were doing with O'Toole?"
She threw her head back and let out an involuntary moan when he found that sensitive spot on her neck. "I don't need attention." She said, her breath hitching, "But I seem to get yours easily enough."
He bit down on her shoulder, definitely leaving a mark. She liked it, Luke had an expert mouth, but she hated it when he tried to brand her. Her small hands gripped his strong shoulder blades and then she clawed her nails down his back.
Luke arched his back in pain. "That hurt." He growled, scowling down at her.
Brooke rolled them over so she was on top of him. "Good." She growled, scowling back at him.
Their eyes met again and they held each other's gaze for a few seconds. Everything was a contest with them. Including sex. This was going to be a long night…just how they liked it.
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Monday
Great Hall
Duke University
Next day, the noise bounced off the walls of the overly crowded Duke University Great Hall. Chatter and whispers filled the room as hungover students carried their food trays to whatever table had an open spot. The table in the middle of the lunchroom was filled by a multitude of blue letterman jackets and jerseys.
The Duke Blue Devils Cheer Squad and the majority of the Basketball Team were at the table. As usual, all eyes were on the gorgeous brunette cheer squad captain Brooke Davis.
She was sitting next to her best friend and roommate, Haley James.
"Brooke, where did you disappear to last night?" questioned Haley as she gently nudged her friend, "Jay and I looked for you, but you were gone. Did you ever make it back to the apartment?"
Brooke shook her head, "No, I slept at a friend's place." she said shrugging, "Thought you and Jakey would enjoy having the apartment all to yourselves."
Haley knew her friend well. Brooke had no problem with sleeping in the apartment whenever she had Jake over. Hell, she had no problem with plugging on her iPod and staying in the room with them. If Brooke slept somewhere else, it definitely wasn't for her benefit. Besides, Brooke had her own bedroom and the walls weren't that thin (nor where she and Jake that loud).
She gave her a look and arched her eyebrows. "Where exactly did you sleep last night, Brooke?"
"It's Fight Club, Hales." Responded Brooke before taking a big gulp from her cup of coffee, "Nobody talks about it."
A male brunette sat between them dropping a quick peck on Brooke's cheek and leaning in to pull Haley in a deep kiss. "What's Fight Club?" he asked as he settled down.
"Whoever Brooke's been sleeping with lately." Commented Haley off-hand before taking a bite out of her sandwich. "Suddenly she's a Kiss And Don't Tell girl."
"Actually, I'm always a Kiss And Tell girl." Retorted Brooke, "Its Fuck And Tell that I don't do, Hales."
Jake laughed, "Anyone I know?" he asked, "You know Phi Delt has the best guys on campus, Brookie Cookie."
"Actually, Jaglieski, it's the Sigs who have the best guys." Commented a smirking Nate Scott as he grabbed a chair across from them. "And I'd love to take you out for a test run, Davis, anytime you're willing."
Brooke just grinned at him. Nate was always throwing the usual lewd comments and sexual offers her way. She'd grown to enjoy it and it became their particular brand of banter.
The Scott Brothers were the most popular guys on campus and co-captains of the basketball team. Nate was the starting shooting guard and Luke was the starting point guard. However, Luke and his buddies were Phi Delt's while Nate and his buddies were Sigma Chi's. This created a slightly friendly rivalry between them.
"Same difference, you're both just frat boys." Said a curly haired blonde girl as she sat down next to her big brother. "You and Luke should just whip them out and measure."
Nathan rolled his eyes and kissed her forehead, "Hi to you, too, sis."
Peyton Scott. Luke and Nate Scott's annoying baby sister, and the latest freshman addition to the cheer squad. Brooke couldn't stand her, but the skinny bitch could move (at least on her good days).
The chitchat continued around the table. Jake and Nate talked about practice. Hales and Brooke talked about the squad, Peyton tried to join in and Haley tried to include her, but Brooke didn't let her get a word in edgewise. At some point though, Brooke just tuned out and let the conversation carry on without her. She had other things on her mind.
"Brooke?" Peyton questioned. "Brooke?"
Haley snapped her fingers close to her face, "Yo, B. Davis!" she said snickering.
"Still with us or what?" asked Peyton with a pseudo-friendly smile.
"What do you want, Little Scott?" she questioned with a bored tone and a vacant stare.
Peyton had a just grin and bear it attitude. Little Scott was the nickname forced on her by the Basketball, Football and Soccer Team as well as the Cheer Squad. Nate and Luke were the kings of the Duke Campus, but she would forever be just their baby sister. It was practically impossible to crawl out of that shadow and she knew it.
"We were just…um, discussing some music choices for the next game." Said Peyton, "I thought—"
"Haley and Bevin help select the music for the routines." Said Brooke, cutting her off, "Freshmen don't get an opinion."
Before anyone could comment, Luke arrived at the table. It only took Luke a second to realize that Brooke had just been picking on Peyton. "Back the fuck off my little sister, Davis." He sneered, "We all know how much of a bitch you are, no need to showboat."
"Just shut up, Lucas." muttered Peyton under her breath.
Luke glanced at her frowning, "What's up your ass, Peyt? I'm trying to look out for you."
That was what bothered her. With Luke and Nate looking over her shoulder 24/7 she'd forever be Little Scott. But she was who she was so she just answered a meek, "Nothing. I'm sorry."
"Play nice, Blonde and Blonder." Instructed Nate in a mocking scolding manner.
Nate was the first one off since he had a lab. The rest of the gang dispersed to their regular classes shortly after. They'd all meet for English Lit at 3 o'clock anyways. Professor Smith's class was always filled with jocks and cheerleaders, it was an easy A and she took it easy on them.
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Monday
Brooke & Haley's Apartment
Brooke sat sprawled on the couch with a bowl of popcorn on her stomach while she read a book.
Haley and Jake were attempting to cook dinner in the kitchen. Mac and Cheese, which was supposed to be Haley's specialty. Brooke paused and watched them fooling around in the kitchen. They looked cute and Jake was always really sweet with Haley. She wondered if she'd ever have something like that…but she immediately snapped out of it. Relationships were fine for girls like Haley, but Brooke Davis wasn't the girlfriend type. She didn't do relationships.
Brooke walked into the kitchen and sat on the island. "You guys should just move in together." She commented as she took a sip of either Jake or Haley's Coke, "I can find another apartment and you two can keep on playing really boring married couple."
Jake laughed and shook his head, "We could never live without you, Brookie."
"Yeah, Tigger," said Haley, "We're like Three's Company. Don't rock the boat."
"You know, what you need is a boyfriend." commented Jake, "I'm small forward on the basketball team and I'm a Phi Delt, I know plenty of guys who'd kill to go out with you."
"I don't do boyfriends, Jake." She answered automatically, "Well, I do them…" she said suggestively, "I just don't actually date them."
Haley's eyes widened, though she was used to Brooke's comments, and she laughed shaking her head in disapproval. "Just shut up and lets eat, okay." She said handing both of them a plate and grabbing one for herself.
Brooke remained on the island sitting Indian style, Haley and Jake grabbed the stools across from her and they ate. Afterwards, they began an intense game of God Of War 3. Brooke liked her games rough. Both Haley and Jake were surprised that someone with such a cheery personality enjoyed killing and gutting fictional characters so much.
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Monday
Phi Delta Theta House
Luke sat sprawled on the big, comfy armchair in the living room. He took a long pull from his Heineken as he turned the page on the book he was reading that evening. His phone started buzzing and he flipped it open. The screen read: 2 new messages.
From: Jake
sleeping at hales 2nite.
"Yeah, what else is new?" he muttered to himself before switching to the next message.
From: Nate
sig party friday
coming?
Luke typed a quick reply to Nate and was about to toss the phone back on the table when a new plan dawned on him. He hit the New Message button.
To: 919-555-1075
free 2nite, wanna hook up?
He didn't save Brooke's number on his phone. Too many nosey people handled it and neither of them wanted anyone to know they were sleeping together. The reply came back quickly.
From: 919-555-1075
busy. u can fuck urself 2nite.
"Bitch!" He said before angrily tossing his cell phone at the wall.
"Fucking hell," said the curly-haired blonde who caught the phone before it hit his head, "You keep slamming phones against the wall, mate." He commented absentmindedly tossing the phone back to Luke, "Wouldn't it be easier to just talk it out?"
"Fuck off, Alexander." He barked at him with a glare. He didn't really need or want Fashion Boy's advice on this. He could handle Brooke Davis all on his own.
"I was just trying to help, mate." he said simply.
Luke scoffed, "Don't need your help, Sketch. Thanks for the offer, though."
Alexander Coin wanted to be a fashion designer (hence the nickname Sketch). He'd pledged the Phi Delts with Luke. Most people liked him. Hell, he was Jake's roommate, but Luke just couldn't stand him.
(Might be related to the fact that Alexander was in pretty much every one of Brooke's classes and that they always hung out together.)
But Luke didn't get jealous…it wasn't like she was his girlfriend or anything.
Releasing a sigh, he decided to try one last time before calling it a night and crashing in his room.
To: 919-555-1075
better when U fuck me
want me 2 pick u up?
He licked his lips in anticipation of her reply. The sound of his fingers anxiously drumming on the old oak table filled the empty room until his phone finally buzzed again.
From: 919-555-1075
already outside, asshole.
A triumphant smirk appeared on his face and he raced to the door to let her in. Who the fuck was he kidding? Brooke Davis was as addictive as heroin and he wanted her—craved her—all the time. There was just something that made her...
Hard to resist.