Strings Attached

Chapter One-College Nights

The loud music bounced throughout the many walls of the frat house as the three shoved their way into the party. Brooke rolled her eyes at Jake and Peyton's lovey dovey talk. She leaned into Peyton and told the blonde she was going to go find herself an innocent boy to corrupt.

The hunt didn't last long. Then again, it never did for Brooke Penelope Davis.

She quickly found her target acting as a wallflower in the kitchen of the frat house. He was sipping on a red plastic cup and she had no doubts that it was filled with beer; he watched the party from afar, resisting the pull from several other girls.

"Why so broody tonight?"

He shrugged, looking back out at the party and taking a larger drink than before. "I guess I'm just looking for my next adventure."

"Oh really?" she inched closer to him, their noses nearly touching, "what kind of adventure?"

He shrugged, "don't really know."

"Well maybe I could help you out," she whispered.

He couldn't help but let a small grin invade his features, "What you got in mind, cheery?"

Now it was her turn to shrug, "Meet me out front in five and maybe I'll take you on the adventure of your life." She winked at him before leaving the kitchen and back into the center of the party.

He grinned and scratched the back of his head as he watched her retreating form. He emptied off his drink, tossed he cup in the sink and made his way through the wasted crowd and out to the front of the house.

Brooke quickly found her best friend and brother next to the music. She grinned, "P. Sawyer!"

She turned around, "B. Davis! I thought you said you were going to find yourself an innocent boy to corrupt."

"I did!" she grinned, "just thought I'd be nice and tell you stay over at Jake's tonight…I'll be bit busy in our dorm."

Jake closed his eyes, "too much information, Brooke!"

She grinned, "Sorry big bro…one of these days you're going to have to deal with the fact that your baby sister isn't a virgin. Haven't been since I was sixteen."

Jake nearly spit out his drink, "sixteen!" he turned to Peyton, "you said eighteen!"

She stuffed her hands in her pockets and shrugged her shoulders innocently, "did I?"

Brooke rolled her eyes, "while you two stand here and have a lovers' quarrel, I'm gonna go have some fun." She turned around but stopped when Jake called her name. "What? Do you want to know who I lost it to?"

He shook his head, "no…just tell me it wasn't Tom Deacon?" Brooke was silent, "never mind, I don't want to know." He dug his hand into his pocket and tossed the condom to her, "just be safe."

She made the easy catch, "don't you think it's kind of weird that my brother is giving me a condom?"

Peyton shrugged, "or is it weird that you now know your brother's choice of condom?"

She looked down at the wrapped condom and tossed it back to her brother with a disgusted look on her face, "I think I'll get my own."

Once Brooke was out of ear shot, Jake turned to Peyton, "it was Tom Deacon wasn't it?"

"Thought you didn't want to know?"

"I don't...but if it was Tom Deacon…"

Peyton sighed, "It wasn't Tom Deacon! It was Landon Howard."

Jake's eyes doubled in size, "Landon Howard! The back up quarterback! He continuously tried to take my place as starting quarterback! How could she do that? That's like treason or something!"

Peyton rolled her eyes, "Jake, she's your sister...right now you're sort of coming off as an incestuous jealous older brother."

He wrinkled his nose, "that's gross." He sighed, "I just want what's best for her. You know, with everything that happened with Jeremy…" Jake shook his head, just mentioning the son of a bitch's name made his blood boil.

Peyton nodded, "I know…and she'll find it, just give her time. Contrary to what you might think, she does have a good head on her shoulders…for the most part."

Ok, so consider this a prologue...I was going to continue it but I have now decided to have Lucas' adventure of a lifetime from Brooke in later chapters as flashbacks...

This is my first OTH fanfic...but I am not new to fanfiction...I understand I am not the best writer, but I like think I do ok.

Rebbie