Hello! I am so excited to be back to writing. I am falling in love with this story the more, and more, I write it. Hopefully, you will too. Well, enjoy the first chapter and let me know how it is. (:
disclaimer: I do not own One Tree Hill. If I did, it would be Brucas love.
A stray piece of brown hair fell in front of her eyes. She tucked it behind an ear quickly. Her hands were typing a mile a minute.
Sure, some people procrastinate, but that was not in Brooke Davis' vocabulary. Most people would wait till the day before the deadline to send colleges their applications, but she was writing hers two months early.
Brooke Davis looked at the computer screen and smiled with pride. Her application and college resume were complete and perfect.
Clicking the print button, her excitement built as the paper was transformed into her hard work.
Quickly, she snatched the paper and rushed downstairs. Her hazel eyes examined the clock. 7:30. She had thirty minutes to get to school.
Her hands snatched the paper on the counter, quickly reading it.
Brooklyn,
Your father and I have left on a trip to Paris. There is a fundraiser there for you father's company. Be back in a couple days. Take care of yourself.
Love,
Mom and Dad.
She crumbled it up and threw it in the trash. Brooke sighed disappointed. She got in her car and started to drive.
"Cutting it close, Brooke," her best friend Haley said shaking her head. Brooke sat down next to her, pulling out her books for class.
"Yeah, I was up all night and this morning writing my application," Brooke replied. She grinned as she tossed the stack of papers to her friend.
She smiled, "I have mine almost finished and ready to go!"
"Mister Scott, what is the theme in the reading last night?" Mr. Klein asked.
Brooke turned her attention to the back. She smiled as he squirmed, trying to think of something. He didn't know, nor did he probably care. He spent most of his time talking to Peyton Sawyer. They were popular and got by with the bare minimum.
"Wouldn't know, I didn't read it!"
"Brooke, what is theme?" he asked as he turned his attention to her. Suddenly, everyone's eyes were on her.
"Lust," she answered triumphantly. Why are the popular kids popular? I just showed up the 'famous' Lucas Scott. Haha. How does it feel to be shown up?
She heard Lucas mumble something and his posse laughed. Brooke turned around.
His bright blue eyes stared at her. He was wearing a blue plaid shirt and dark denim jeans. Brooke shook her head as thoughts of him actually being attractive entered her mind.
His curly haired friend turned to him, "You know, Lucas, that's probably how she gets her fix."
Brooke exhaled sharply, "Excuse me!"
Lucas chuckled, "You probably have never experienced lust. Twenty bucks says you've never been kissed!"
Everyone laughed. Brooke's eyes began to water. Why was he so mean?
"Aw. You gonna cry now? Did we hurt your feel-wings?" he said in a baby voice.
Brooke turned around. She wasn't going to cause a scene and risk her reputation. She sighed as she flipped through her book, trying to be distracted.
Brooke pulled her backpack over her shoulder. The books she had borrowed from the library weighed down on her back. She waved goodbye to the librarian and walked out of the store.
Her body felt like it was hit by a ton of bricks. She looked up. She had run into someone, Lucas. She groaned.
"Sorry," she said unsympathetically.
He cocked his head to the side, "Yeah, you seem real sorry."
"What are you doing here?" she asked. This was the historic neighborhood, after all.
"I can't just spend the day walking around?"
"I didn't take you as the historic type," she said shortly.
"Still mad at me for making fun of you?" he said with a laugh. "Well, I'm sorry if I hurt your precious feelings."
She rolled her eyes, "I don't need your apology!"
"Well, I was just trying to be polite," he said innocently.
She scoffed, "Well, then, thank you."
Brooke placed her backpack on the ground. She opened it taking out three books. Her back was killing her with all that extra weight.
Lucas raised a brow, "Why do you have so many books?"
"'Cause I like to read and I volunteer at the library. I sit there and read," she said. Why did I just tell him that?
"That sounds like a lot of fun," he sassed.
He pulled out a cigarette, fumbling through his jacket to find a lighter. He's eyebrows furrowed as he couldn't find it.
Brooke scoffed, "Smoking is a nasty habit!"
He chuckled as he found his lighter, "Thanks for the input, peanut gallery."
Lucas inhaled deeply. He turned to her and exhaled the smoke in her direction.
She placed her hands on her hips, "If you are going to smoke, exhale somewhere else! I want to keep my lungs pink."
He didn't move, as if studying her. "You are telling me that you've never done anything bad before?"
"Never. Why would I want to mess up my brain, lungs, liver, and kidneys? Besides, if I want to get into my dream college, I don't need distractions," she said tucking a strand of hair behind her ears.
"Dream college? That's a load of crap," he snapped.
"No, it is not. Obviously, you don't have a dream!" she shot back.
"Yeah, I do," he said quickly.
They stood there in silence. He laughed quietly and turned to her. His blue eyes fixed on hers.
"You know what your problem is, Brooke?"
"Please, enlighten me," sarcasm poured out of her with every syllable.
"No need to get your panties in a twist!" he said with a laugh. "You don't live."
She exhaled sharply, taking offense to this statement, "I don't live? I work my butt off to get the grades I do. That way, when all is said and done, I get into the college I want and the job I want. That is my life!"
"No, you don't live!" he said getting closer to her, temper matching hers. "You don't have friends—"
"I have Mouth and Haley!" she retorted.
"Yeah, geeks. You don't do anything out of your perfect little bubble and that makes you inhumane. You don't have fun and live! You don't have normal teenage experiences. You may make it to wherever you want to go in life, but you will be disappointed that you didn't live it up!"
She tossed her backpack over her shoulder, "I don't need you to sit her and tell me that I'm not living my life!"
Her hazel eyes watered. Lucas tossed his cigarette on the floor. He stomped on it until the fire was out. She stared at him for a second.
"Aren't you leaving?"
"I'll go when I want to go!" she shot back.
He laughed at her. She shifted her weight to her right side. Why was he getting under her skin?
"What is so funny?"
"You basically said that you weren't going to stay here and listen to me tell you how you're not living!" he answered. Again, a short chuckle escaped his lips.
Her blood boiled. She was going to say something to shut him up. Yeah, she needed the perfect exit line to show him that she is no joke. Her mouth opened, "UGH!"
With that she stormed off. She rushed into her car. She giggled as she started it. Did I really just say, 'ugh?' Yeah, Brooke, that's real intimidating.
AN: That was chapter one. Hope that you enjoyed! Please review! :D
