Beautiful Disaster

Authors Note: READ THIS! Well, this was the story I picked to start first. I know some of you might be disappointed, and for that I'm sorry. I'm still going to do this Clueless story, but right now I can only take on one more story… and this just came to me. I hope you will still like it. And just read it for a little while and see what you think. Oh and review with what you think.

I have so many things planned for this story. It might seem like a simple BN story that becomes BL that has been done before, but this isn't like that. You might see some familiar tidbits from other things like television shows, and I hope that doesn't bother you. I see something that would fit in great and I have to add it. You may think it's a simple modern version of Romeo and Juliet, but no.. I hate R&J. It's a Brooke centric fic. Pretty much everything, although its in past tense, will be in her POV.

This is actually going to be a short fic… I'd say ten chapters or less, but they are going to be long chapters. This is really important to me, and I've been working very hard on it. I'm so excited, so I hope you enjoy it.

Thank you to the amazing Ellie for beta-ing this. She is one fabulous girl and she helps me so much. Remember to tell her she's done a great job! Thanks to the wonderful Elena, because she made my banner for this and it is just beautiful! She's a great artist! Banner: h t t p// img179 .imageshack. us /img179/646/ bdbu0. jpg (Without all spaces)

Okay, so that was officially the longest AN ever. But I wanted to say everything before I started. Enjoy!

Prologue:

Brooke Davis smoothed the microscopic wrinkle on the edge of her halter top with her palm, looked to the rear view mirror, and ran her index and middle fingers through a few strands of hair carelessly placed on her forehead, before stepping out of her car on the cement platform. Another day at Tree Hill High had begun and Brooke looked nothing short of perfect.

As always.

The measly freshman, fleeing down the halls filled with immature seniors pushing him into a lock, would have described her as though she was a goddess. Precisely recognized with Aphrodite. She was beautiful. Her body was flawless. She had a certain glow to her that that only of angels could hold. Her light curls softly patted her upper back with each step she made in her heels. Her designer jeans hugged her curves in all the right places. The light shimmer of her lips made her look like a runway model.

To any of the outsiders who didn't actually know Brooke, she seemed like pure perfection. And maybe, she was… on the outside. But to describe who Brooke really was, on the inside, was nothing but pure contrasting qualities.

Brooke could make a bet with anyone, and would win to say the least, that very few people in the world knew who she really was. Behind the masked beauty and elegance, which she did still hold, was anger, pain, and a boatload of bitterness. Other than the obvious exquisiteness, Brooke held many other things in her soul.

Her body was gift to her, perhaps one of the few great things she was given in life. To anyone in the world as we know it, they would know her as this:

Sexy. Stunning. Hot. Rich. Bitch. Slut. F student. Nathan Scott's girlfriend.

Only some of those things were actually true, but she let people pretend as though they were. She did have the attractive qualities listen, she was quite wealthy, and she was Nathan Scott's girlfriend. On some days, she could even pass as a bitch, but she was nowhere near an F student (in fact, with the recent help from her close friend who was also a tutor, she was now passing everything with a solid C+) and she couldn't be described as a slut.

Maybe two years ago… but that was two years ago. Now she was with Nathan, and even though he ripped her apart on numerous occasions, with her fighting back equally as hard, they loved each other. Well, as much as two high school sweethearts could.

People had so much to say about her, every day, all day long. In fact, it was like she had her own tabloid, made just for her. She was like the Britney Spears of Tree Hill High… without the sleaze, drugs, pregnancies, rehab, etc. Suffice to say, she was popular. A celebrity for Tree Hill standards. Much of this, came from her family. Anyone who said money and looks weren't everything… had never been to high school.

At THH, the in crowd was everything. Brooke, and her select group of rich friends and real friends, along with Nathan and his select group of rich friends and real friends, made up the in crowd. Everyone knew everyone within it, even if they weren't exactly friends. Brooke didn't have many close friends. A few from the cheerleading squad, like Bevin or Rachel, but her close friends were Peyton Sawyer and Haley James. Neither were rich like her, but they'd known each other for years, and had always been a constant in Brooke's life.

The other constant, the previously mentioned boyfriend. Nathan Scott. They began dating in the middle of freshman year, and were going on two years now. To most girls, he was a dream. Brooke wouldn't want to disagree all the time, but he did have his moments. Nathan Scott had a temper. He'd had angry outbursts since he was a kid. Often, he didn't think before he said anything. When Brooke upset him, he could rip her to shreds. Hurt and humiliate her more than any way possible.

She never instantly went back to him. Sometimes, they wouldn't talk for weeks, or even a month, at a time. The said 'in crowd' would be divided… most of the girls, except for the devoted Nathan worshippers, siding with Brooke and most of the boys, except the devoted Brooke worshippers, siding with Nathan. Sometime later, Nathan would do something romantic to win back her heart, and so the cycle began.

Even with the flaws in their relationship, they did still love each other. The problem, though, was that Nathan Scott and Brooke Davis were not two people filled with very much love. They didn't trust easily, they didn't expose their soul, weaknesses included. They never got too close to people, and never admitted love for anyone out of the family…except with each other.

He almost knew her. He knew more than most of the people at the school did, including Peyton and Haley. To most people Brooke was this 'goddess' but Nathan knew better than that. He knew that Brooke had a really bad relationship with her parents, and that her mom was becoming an alcoholic. As was his own mother. What he didn't know was what really went on behind close doors, why she had the bad relationship with her parents.

It had all started a little over four years ago, during Junior High. The clash in the two wealthiest families of Tree Hill. The lies and deceit that caused pure hatred. Everyone in Tree Hill knew that the Scott's and Davis' hated each other.

"Hey babe," Brooke was greeted as she received a kiss on the cheek from Nathan.

"Hey superstar," she replied as she leaned her back against the locker adjacent to his while he retrieved his books. It was a common thing between the two lovers. Meet in the morning before first period, if one hadn't picked up the other for school, and stay together doing whatever they wanted, often in the teacher's lounge, until five minutes after the bell rang.

Although today Brooke decided to do something different. After all, it was a new year and a new semester, why not change it up a little? Maybe the principles office rather than the teacher's lounge.

Brooke loved coming back to school after Winter Break. Not only because she couldn't stand life at home, but because it meant new classes with new people. Even though she acted bitchy a lot, Brooke was a socialite, and people wouldn't pass up the opportunity to talk to her. Even if she didn't really get to know them, she loved meeting new people.

"Gag me," Brooke heard someone say.

She didn't even have to look to the speaker, she already knew who it was. "Why it's the other Scott. Less hot, less important, less talented. Oh please, bless me with your presence," she told him, still not looking in his direction.

Brooke took notice of the eye roll coming from Nathan, and he started to walk away. Too many times had he been in the middle of the war, and he wasn't getting involved anymore. Eventually, they would just have it out and kill each other.

Lucas waited for Nathan to leave, before revealing himself from behind a locker door and making his way to Brooke. He reached her, standing just a mere inch or two away. "I'm sure you'd love that Brooke," he said, placing his hand on the locker next to her head.

She rolled her eyes and lightly pushed him out of the way. "Yeah, that's exactly what I want," she told him sarcastically, before opening her own locker. He followed her.

"Come on, Brooke. What's the problem? Nathan? I'm sure that's not a problem. I mean, this is what whores do, so why are you objecting?" he asked her, a pompous smirk plastered across his face. Brooke slammed her locker door shut, before giving Lucas a look that could kill, and then leaving to catch up with her boyfriend.

Brooke knew that Lucas didn't really want to do anything with her, he just wanted to find a way to insult her by calling her a whore. Lucas and Nathan were best friends, not to mention brothers, and he would never do anything physical to Brooke. She knew that.

Yes, the Davis' and Scott's hated each other. Some would say it was just about power and wealth. Who had more money? Who would win the election for this and who would win the election for that? Deb or Kristen? Dan or Richard?

Then there's the fact that Kristen and Dan had an ongoing affair over four years ago, and Kristen was nothing but a pure manipulative bitch to Deb. She tried to break the family apart, keeping Dan to herself. After it was finished and over, both couples went on pretending it never happened, and the families went on to hate each other.

That's where it began for Lucas. He'd been roped in by Dan and Deb, even though he lived with Karen. Karen and Deb were good friends throughout the years, even with the bumpy start. Even Dan and Karen were manageable friends. Lucas sometimes stayed over at the Scott house for a weekend or a few weeks during the summer. Those two families were close. However, Lucas' family and Brooke's family… not so much.

Dan managed to get his son to hate Kristen, Richard, and even Brooke. Then it grew from there. Pure hatred, that's what it was. And really, it was for no apparent reason that involved the two teens at all.

Nathan had never been swept into it. When he began dating Brooke, he was too involved with her to listen to his dad. This made Lucas hate Brooke even more. So while Dan and Deb stayed very adamant on keeping Nathan away from Brooke, and Lucas constantly insulted Nathan, telling him he could do better, Nathan continued to see Brooke without reservations.

"Oh and Brooke," Lucas called out at her, with a smirk all over his face. Brooke slowly turned around with an annoyed look on her face, and judging by the way Lucas was smiling, he didn't have something nice to say.

He stepped forward to her, leaned in closer, and whispered, "Say hello to Dick for me."

Brooke folded her arms across her chest and watched as Lucas exited the hallway, still smiling with satisfaction. No better way to start the morning than getting under Brooke's skin.

"Hey," Brooke said in a seductive tone as she finally caught up with Nathan, and began running her hand down his arm. "Sorry about that," she told him, and waved her arm like it was yesterday's news.

"Whatever," Nathan muttered and stayed silent as Brooke continued to walk down the hall with him. She stopped somewhere near her English room, and grabbed a hold on his arm to stop him with her.

"Hey, what's up?" she asked in a concerned tone, before relaxing her body against his. Brooke's index finger slowly made it's way from the top of his chest down to his rock hard abs. She leaned in closer to him, nearing his ear.

"I was thinking the principles office," she whispered, leaving the feel of her hot breath against his ears.

"This has got to stop Brooke," he told her, completely serious. So much for a little rebel fun in the morning.

"Oh come on, Nathan, not now. Didn't you miss me this past week? You know, when you were busy," she said, deciding that this time was as good as any to use the rumors against him.

"He's my brother. I can't be around you two when you're constantly yelling at each other. I'm over it," he told her. Brooke knew the tone he was preparing to use, and she didn't like it. It was the tone where he could call her a name, and toss her out of his company like garbage.

"Nathan, I can't help it that he's completely and utterly-" she started, but was cut off as Nathan overdramatically whirled his head and gripped his palms on her shoulders.

"Brooke," he stated quietly. It contained no emotion. It was how he would threaten a poor defenseless freshman. Something Brooke was not. She wouldn't stand to be talked to like he owned her, however this wasn't the time or place… and she really wanted to fool around with her boyfriend.

"Fine," she mumbled quietly, before putting her game face on and inching towards him. She smiled as her lips neared his, only a few centimeters apart. Her hand moved grazed from his chest to his lower stomach, nearing the desired area.

"I'll be nicer next time," Brooke said, nodding her head, in a completely fake but convincing tone.

"That's all I want," Nathan said. And the Outstanding Actress award goes to Brooke Davis. Of course she wouldn't be nice to Lucas… she wouldn't even try.

"Oh come on, Natey," she said as her hand moved further down and her lips grew even closer. "Don't lie," she whispered and slowly moved her lips to the side of his neck, nearing it slowly, and pressed her body against his. "That's not all you want."

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Brooke adjusted her rumpled halter a slight bit, and smoothed out her disheveled hair for a second, before opening the door and stepping into her first period classroom.

"Well, Miss Davis, it's so great that you could join us… ten minutes late," her grumpy old teacher complained, before a smile grew on his face. "Just in time actually, we have a student here in need of a partner," he said, pointing to the blonde sitting in the back.

Brooke groaned, and turned back to her teacher. Before a word could escape her lips, he shook his head. Brooke rolled her eyes and trudged her way back to Lucas.

She sat down at the table next to him, and threw her purse onto the table.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite person," Lucas mocked sarcastically. "Come on, Brooke, tell me the truth. You were late because of the little action in the janitor's closet. You planned on making a few extra bucks before classes began," he said, once again insinuating that she was a whore.

"Oh, Lucas, you don't have to pretend like you're not jealous. It's okay, everyone knows big brother is so much bigger. You, yourself, was on time today if I'm not mistaken. Poor Luke, you'll learn to satisfy the ladies… eventually," she told him, the words slipping out so smoothly like butter. Lucas lowered in his seat, beginning to sulk, and Brooke smiled with satisfaction.

The class was hushed, and the teacher explained how each pair would go to the head of the classroom, and take turns asking each other questions. They could ask the other person three questions, any questions, in order to get to know each other sooner. Brooke always thought this activity was pointless. This was a junior class, with very few students from another class… everyone knew each other.

When Brooke and Lucas were called to the front, Lucas opted to go first.

"Hmm, Brooke Davis. What would people like to know about Brooke Davis," he contemplated, his index finger pressing into his chin. He paced for a few moments, before stopping and turning to Brooke.

"How does to feel to know that your boyfriend screwed a cheap slut, although clearly an upgrade, last week in Mexico?" Lucas' hand collide with a few of his friends who were giving him high-fives.

Brooke looked to a few of the classmates, the guys laughing with Lucas, who was giving her an expectant look, and a few of Brooke's enemies who were also laughing. Brooke could barely hear as her teacher shouted something at Nathan and people continued to laugh. All she could focus on was Lucas, her eyes shooting daggers at him.

"Kiss my ass," she mumbled before running out of classroom and heading out to her car. Lucas watched her retreating form, and continued to laugh at his victory.

Round three hundred and forty-seven to Lucas.

Brooke stepped into her car, and slammed her purse onto the passenger seat. Sighing, she realized she would have to go back in later to retrieve her backpack. She pulled out her Sidekick and sent Peyton a quick text, telling her to pick it up.

Brooke slowly put her cell phone back into her purse, and slammed her palms onto the steering wheel a few times. She let out a deep breath, smoothed out her hair, and put her keys into the ignition.

Nobody in that classroom knew exactly how much that hurt Brooke. They all saw her as a bitch to hate because they couldn't be her. Not one of them stopped to think about what it did to Brooke. Nobody knew that Brooke really did love Nathan, and it hurt her so much to hear everyone talking about his infidelity during the trip to Mexico during Winter Break.

Brooke silently scolded herself, knowing that she should have joined them. Instead, she opted out for a girls week with Haley and Peyton. She'd been on a Mexico trip once before. It entailed drugs, drinking, clubs, and sex. What a perfect thing to send your already unfaithful boyfriend to.

But nobody cared how this hurt Brooke. None of them knew what she was feeling. No one bothered to learn.

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