Hey guys, it's Jess. I'm reposting this story, because I couldn't keep away from it. This is the only story where I feel comfortable writing romantic actions, like kissing and such. I know that I haven't updated for like a year, and I am so so sorry. It wasn't my intention. Things just got crazy with school and my computer. I had regular school throughout the fall, which was insane and stressfull, and then, I signed up for summer school, which was also crazy. I'm managing my time better, so that's a good thing. I'll try to update as soon as I can, and if not I'll leave author's notes for you guys, because school is still crazy. I'm just trying to manage my time better. Plus, I just missed this story and I missed writing it for you guys. I owe it to my pals at fanbolt for inspiring me to write this story. I pitched an idea for next week's episode, they liked it and I don't know. I had an epiphany or something and I just really wanted to write again. I'm going to repost the chapters so everyone can catch up, and in the mean time I'll be writing new chapters that I will post. I hope you guys enjoy this story.
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The lyrics are "Life in a Glass House"- by Radiohead
How to Disappear Completely
Chapter 1 "Life in a Glass House"
It was deserted, Nathan's patio. Chairs were pushed over and red cups were strewn across the floor. Everyone went their separate ways, some were making out, some were "making love," Nathan would expect his guest rooms to be occupied for the rest of the night. No one wanted to stick around after Brooke's little Truth or Dare calamity. Lucas and Peyton had just run off together, not too long ago. Brooke had dared Peyton to show everyone how she really felt, to kiss Lucas and show the world the feelings she was harboring. So of course, she did. Can you believe that? Peyton, usually scared, afraid, too tired to come out of her shell, succumbed to peer pressure supplied by a drunken cheerleader. Lucas and Peyton were probably one of the many couples occupying Nathan's guest rooms.
Once
again, I'm in trouble with my only friend
She is papering the
window panes
She is putting on a smile
Living in a glass house
"How does it feel? To see her, run off with him?" Brooke asked Nathan. She was standing behind him, breathing in his ear, her hot breath on his skin. Her cup was still dangling in her hand. "Why do you have to be such a bitch?" he asked, so frustrated. "Because there's nothing else for me to be," she whispered taking a seat next to him. "What's that supposed to mean?" he asked annoyed but interested. "It means there is nothing else for me to be," she replied. "That's not true," he says to her. "You don't have to be this way, I mean, if you don't want to." "This, coming from the star of the Tree Hill ravens?" she asked, her acerbic tone vivid. There was a flash of hurt across Nathan's face and she noticed. "Sorry," she said. "Whatever," he said starting to get up. "Nathan, I'm serious. I mean look at me. I'm a cheerleader. I don't do well in school, my parents look at me as that mistake behind the alley of the bar," she laughed in a cynical way, "I guess what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas didn't work out to well for them," she paused, "I've got nothing. Guys don't see me as a girl they can be with, they see me as a girl they can sleep with; a girl that never hesitated to strip off her clothing or spread her legs. Peyton, she just sees me as that train wreck friend of hers. She only sticks with me because I stuck with her when her mom died. She feels obligated to be my friend." "That's not true," Nathan said interrupting her, "Peyton loves you, you're her best friend. She cares about you Brooke." "Yeah right," Brooke scoffed, "Does she?" Nathan nodded. "Well, even if she did she only cares because I cared, she only cares because she pities me, feel sorry for the stupid slut. She doesn't respect me. I guess I don't deserve it though. And Lucas, he just thinks I want attention. He thinks that I want him to be another notch on my lip gloss tube, another nail scratched on my bed post." "Do you?" Nathan asked. "No, Lucas is different. He has a heart," she said. "He didn't seem to have much of a heart when he ran off with Peyton right in front of you," he said back to her.
Brooke wanted to respond to this, but she couldn't say anything. Her mouth opened then closed quickly as she sighed. It was her fault anyway, she thought.
Once
again, packed like frozen food and battery hens
Think of all the
starving millions
Don't talk politics and don't throw stones
Your
royal highnesses
Nathan sat back down next to her he took the cup out of her hand. "I think you've had enough for tonight." He frowned confused as he took the cup. The liquid looked different and it didn't smell like alcohol, because it was water. "You've been sober this whole time?" he asked her. "Sobriety is such a tricky word. Was I drinking? No. Was I sober? Hell no," she said. Nathan looked confused. "I'm not a drinker Nathan. I've never had a sip of alcohol in my life. I'm just pissed," she said, drumming her crimson fingernails on the table. "I feel like the world is trying to kill me. I don't know why. I guess it's because I was conceived. It's not my fault. My mom and dad were two rich kids without a clue who decided to sleep together five hours after knowing each other," she took a deep breath, "That's where most of the anger starts, at home."
Once
again, we are hungry for a lynching
That's a strange mistake to
make
You should turn the other cheek
Living in a glass house
Nathan nodded knowing well of that conundrum, the perplexing situation of a child caught between the frustrations of his or her parents. "I should go," she said, "There's nothing for me to do here." Nathan looked up at her as she got up. He wanted to tell her to stay, but the words couldn't come out. "You're a good listener Nathan," she said before she left.
Well
of course I'd like to sit around and chat
Well of course I'd like
to stay and chew the fat
Well of course I'd like to sit around and
chat
But someone's listening in.