Disclaimer: I don't own One Tree Hill or it's characters.

Summary: When Brooke moves to Tree Hill, North Carolina, she thinks it is a big hick town. That changes a lot when she meets a cocky charmer, Nathan Scott. But soon later, she meets his brother, Lucas, who is just as cocky as he is. Brooke develops feelings for both boys, but whom will Brooke choose in the end? It can't be everyone's happy ending.

Brathan, Brucas

Hold A Lover Close

Chapter 1: Trees and Hills

"I hate this hick town already," Brooke Davis muttered angrily. She and her parents had moved from sunny California to Tree Hill, North Carolina, and Brooke was not pleased. Her parents made her move, which she thought was unfair enough seeing how they were never home, and Brooke knew this new state would not change a thing. Not that she minded. She never was very close with her parents, but now she had left her friends and social life behind for a hick town filled with, apparently, trees and hills. Brooke was now entering senior year, and she couldn't understand why she couldn't graduate with her friends. Her parents told her to stop being a spoiled brat and "mover her ass" into her new home. So, of course, as soon as they moved in to their new home, Brooke's parents suddenly had work and "business" trips to go to, and Brooke was left alone in her new house, with a bright red door.

"This is bullshit," Brooke muttered again, then she got angrier. "This is total, complete, utter BULLSHIT!" she yelled into her empty house. It didn't even echo, and Brooke felt lonelier than she ever was. Empty houses weren't new to her; it just never seemed to please her. She usually filled her empty houses with friends and boys. Right now, she had none of those.

Brooke sighed as she twirled her parents' vodka bottle in her hand. She didn't feel like drinking alone, so she ran up the steps into her room. She put the bottle on her dresser and searched her closet for something to wear. She decided on a short black skirt and a red halter-top with red Jimmy Choo's. She did her hair and makeup sexy and grabbed her purse. After taking a swig of vodka, she went down the steps into her car.

The club was jumpin as Brooke entered. She glanced around the club and smiled at the boys she saw. "Maybe Tree Hill won't be so bad," she said quietly to herself, then frowned. "Or maybe that's just the vodka." She shook her head and went towards the bar. She cleared her throat when she saw the bartender with his back to her. He turned around quickly, as if to dismiss her, but when he saw her, he smiled and approached her, cleaning a glass.

When he reached her, his smile grew wider. "What can I get for you, darlin'?" he charmed in a southern accent, and Brooke put on a fake smile.

"A shot of vodka, and don't give me that cheap piss you sell," she said sexily, winking. He winked back, and Brooke thought to herself, Guys are too easy.

"Anything for the pretty lady," he said, and walked away to get her drink. Brooke frowned as she looked at her nails. When the bartender came back, she fake smiled again. He put the shot in front of her.

"That's on the guy on the other end of the counter," the bartender told her. Brooke was about to look that way when the bartender stared over her shoulder. Brooke turned and saw one of the sexiest guys she had ever seen.

He was wearing a white polo and jeans, but his facial features were what intrigued her most. He had dark black hair with baby blue eyes and a gorgeous smile. He was grinning at her now, and Brooke was happy she came tonight. Gotta play it cool, she told herself. She smiled at him and drank her shot. The guy chuckled and Brooke looked back at him. "This seat taken?" he said, pointing to the seat next to her. She shrugged.

"I don't see anyone sitting in it, do you?" she asked him sarcastically, and his grin grew wider. He sat in the seat and held out his hand. "I'm Nathan," he said proudly. "And you are?"

"Not interested," she lied coolly, signaling the bartender over. "Refill," she said, and Nathan pointed to himself to signal it was on him. The bartender nodded and left. Nathan looked back at her again.

"I find that hard to believe," he said cockily, and Brooke raised as eyebrow.

"Do you now? Why is that?" she challenged, and he laughed.

"Baby, I'm one of the most wanted bachelors around. All the girls want me. And I know you do too." Brooke laughed.

"You don't know me at all," Brooke stated, and took her shot the bartender handed her. She drank it, set it back down, and stood. "Nice meeting you, Nathan." She said honestly, and went towards the dance floor. She began dancing on her own at first, guys watching her eagerly, but then she began to grind on random guys and girls. She started dancing on her own again, until she felt someone start dancing behind her, and she could tell by his smell it was Nathan. She arched her head back and looked at him, still grinding into him. "You don't understand the meaning of 'no' do you?" she asked him, and she could see him smirking.

"I know the meaning of 'no', baby, but back there was anything but a no," he whispered into her ear, and she felt chills go down her spine. He slid his hand up her skirt while they grinded. He began massaging her thighs, and Brooke moaned. She leaned her head into his chest and sighed. She grinded into him harder, and she could feel his hard erection. They danced for a while until Nathan suddenly turned her around to face him. "Let's get out of here," he whispered, and she nodded.

"My place."

Brooke groaned as she shoved her key into the lock of her front door. Nathan was kissing down her neck, and she couldn't get her damn door open. When she finally got it open, they walked inside and shut the door. Nathan picked Brooke up as she wrapped her legs around him. They kissed fiercely, never coming up for air. There was no time for that. He carried her up the stairs and into her room, and they fell back on the bed with Brooke on top of him. She looked down at him while he looked up at her.

"How old are you?" he asked her, and she searched her mind for a lie.

"22," she lied smoothly. What if he was older, and she got caught for drinking underage in a club? He nodded.

"23," he told her, and she smiled as she took of her halter-top.

"Good baby, cause you're in for a ride."

Beep! Beep!

Brooke groaned as she hit the snooze button on her alarm clock. Today was her first day at Tree Hill High, and she hadn't talked to Nathan since that night they had sex. That was a week ago. "One night stand," Brooke muttered as she climbed out of bed and took a shower. She didn't mind; she was the queen of one-night stands. It sucked though; Nathan was pretty hot. Oh well, she thought, he's 23 anyway. Too old.

Brooke got out of the shower not too long later, and put on her outfit she had spent 2 hours trying to pick out yesterday: a short denim skirt and a black tank top. She did her hair and makeup fit for a model, and smiled at herself in the mirror. She was pretty content with Tree Hill, and she convinced herself it wasn't because of Nathan. No, she told herself, it was because I am graduating soon anyway, so who cares? Brooke stood up and left her house, driving to her new high school.

She didn't know, however, whom she would unexpectedly meet there.