A/N;; Okay new story up in here lol. I've been reading weird &strange books &i got this idea for a new fic. It's Brooke&Lucas, of course, with a little bit of Leyton, but that's just to watch them fall lol. So yeah, basically, Brooke is the rich girl, gets everything she wants, but somewhat different than how she is on the show, in high school, of course. The Brooke in this fic gets good grades, she has had her fair share of boys, but she's not considerably labeled as a slut. Her best friends are Haley, Peyton &Rachel, Haley's still the Tutorgirl, Peyton's the starving artist, &Rachel's 'friendly.' The guy group is Lucas, Nathan, Jake, &Owen. Karen is Lucas &Nathan's mom, Deb doesn't exist, &Cooper Lee is in here too. He has no relation to Lucas or Nathan, but he's just their boss. Cooper's a scammer, just trying to make money all the time. Keith was Lucas &Nathan's father, until he got in a car accident three years ago &died. Karen was so heartbroken, so she decided to take a trip to Italy, &is now traveling all around the world, leaving Lucas &Nathan to live by themselves in the house. The whole storyline will come into place. It's pretty different, so keep up! If you get ever lost or anything, just let me know in a review, &i'll get back to you as soon as I can. Enjoy Review!!
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Chapter One;; This Is What We Do.
If you were to stand outside the small building, you would hear nothing but swarms, and murmurs of something that you could not make out. Cars, various kinds, were parked in the parking lots. They were nice, no doubt about that, and you knew whoever drove them were rolling in doe. Two bouncers stood at the entrance to the building, wearing black and with headsets embedded in their ears. They looked serious and quiete intimidating amidst the loud noise going on inside. It was wet, the ground still drying off from the rain. The cold that drifted in the air bit at their arms everytime someone would walk outside. It was a bitter cold outside, but it was anything but once you stepped inside.
Inside, it was hard to breathe, but not because of the cold, but because of the heat and crowds of bodies encircles between two fighters. Everyone was yelling, with their fists raised either empty or holding cash, ranging from twenty bucks to five hundred. They were all here for two reasons: to win a bet, or to hand over the money. But there was also the entertainment of it. So it was obvious that the two bloody and beat up guys in the middle of the circle were getting something out of this.
He stood in the front of the crowd with his arms crossed, watching the match going down. It was a classic Asian versus White Boy. But he had to say, the Asian was one hell of a fighter what with his purple mohawk and pierced eyebrows. He was built to the ground with energy and leg muscles that could take out The Big Show. Not only that, but he was small, which made it a hell of a time for the other guy to catch him. The other guy. He was tall, skinny thing but with a strong six pack to make up for it. His blonde hair and blood was matted down around his face.
They were both wearing a mere pair of shorts, barefoot, with no shirt and only wraps around their ankles, fighting gloves around their hands and wrists. Both guys were already beaten to the pulp, but someone either had to tap out, or stay down, and he was pretty sure that it would end any moment now.
The blonde rammed Mohawk's head into his knee, continuing to do so until it became almost boring. The blonde let him fall to the floor before turning away, wiping his brow, figuring out what the hell he could do to take this dude out. He looked to the guy in the front of the crowd. He stood there calmly, and stoically, looking like an outsider admist everyone else. He smirked, and the fighter knew just what to do. From the corner of his eye he saw Mohawk guy rise up, which was a big mistake. Without a single thought, the blonde swung his leg for a roundhouse kick straight to the mouth. It was like everything had went into slow motion, blood flying out of Mohawk's mouth and bits of pieces of teeth flying out with it.
Everyone inside the building erupted, some cheering because they were a couple of hundred dollars richer, and others yelling in anger because they were a couple of hundred dollars short. But it didn't matter, the blonde was getting paid to beat people's asses, and frankly he didn't care who lost or gained money. The referee raised his hand up in victory, people still cheering for him as he let his hand fall, just wanting to get the hell out of there. As he began to make his way out of the circle, people jumped out of his way, either in disgust of his physical state, or in fear that they would be next to experience that deadly kick. His breathing was heavy, and the weight of the gloves was almost too heavy for him.
The guy that had once stood in the crowd had drifted away from the celebratories and made his way over to the backroom, where the blonde was currently nursing his wounds. Pushing the door open, there was blonde stood, sitting on a bench, trying to catch his breath. That was one amazing fight, he would've been tired as hell too.
"Nice roundhouse," Nathan commented, leaning against the door way. It was his night off, thank goodness for that, because if he had been fighting out there too, he would've missed the fight that his brother had done a good job at marking as his own. Gruesome, sure, but that was their jobs, and it paid off with the large sack of money at the end of the night.
Lucas looked up at him, "You think? I thought that guy was never going to quit."
"He's from Japan, what do you expect?" Nathan asked, opening up Lucas' duffel bag and throwing him a towel. Lucas caught it before patting his head gently, aware of the possible open cuts that were potentially all around his face. There was no doubt that he would have to ice his hands for a couple of hours, too.
"I don't know what I was expecting. Hey what time is it anyway?" he asked, wiping the sweat from his chest.
Nathan checked his watch, "11:43. You've made us good time, Bro. If anything we'll be home and in bed by midnight."
Lucas smirked, "And up and ready to go to school by 7:30. I didn't even finish my Chemistry homework yet."
"You're not getting that done in time. You might as well hit the sack once we get home. But first thing's first, where's Cooper with your money?"
Lucas chuckled, "You mean our money? I don't know, he should be here in a couple of minutes. That was a pretty big crowd out there."
"I could barely breathe when I first walked in," Nathan said just as the door opened again and in stepped Cooper Lee. He was a tad bit young to be managing a fighting circuit, and sometimes you had no idea if he was trying to scam you, or if he was for real. But low and behold, he had a sack that was holding what they even fought for in the first place.
"Nice job Luke, I thought we were going to have to call an ambulance on Han-Dok," he said impressively, throwing the sack over to Lucas. He handed it over to Nathan, who opened it up, looking through the opening. He was guestimating how much money was in there, and how much Cooper could have potentially taken for himself. Nathan and Lucas knew that Cooper Lee was full of shit, and most of the time he spent all the money he snooped paying off debts that he owed to other people. Peope that could potentially kill him. They couldn't really be mad about it, Cooper was a scumbag, but he got them they're money, so they didn't do anything about it.
"What? Am I supposed to be happy about that?" he said, pulling out a grey hoodie from the duffel bag and throwing it over himself, wincing at the pain he felt in his body. Lucas tried calculating the amount of bruises and scratches that he could potentially have or haven't formed yet. He would surely have fun trying to get up tomorrow morning.
Cooper narrowed his eyebrows, "Actually you should be. The more pain your opponent experiences, the more money you get." And with that, he was out of sight.
"Well, he's kind of right, in am immoral kind of way," Nathan said, putting Lucas' gloves into his duffel bag. "Let's head out and get something to eat before heading home."
"Yeah," Lucas said wearily, slinging his bag over his shoulder. Heading home to an empty house, that was just the greatest way to end the night. By the time the two brothers exited the restroom, the crowd had left, and the technical guys were there cleaning up the mess that had been left on the mat. Cooper was sitting down in a counter, counting various bills and stacking them up in different parts of the table, each stack probably marking a guy that Cooper owed money to.
Parked outside was a red '67 Shelby Mustang, a loner with all the cars that had left. It was Lucas' pride and joy, and it had cost him a few cracked ribs and a bruised jaw to earn the money to buy. Opening the passenger seat, Lucas chuckled his bag in the backseat, and collapsed, leaning his head back. Nathan climbed into the driver's seat, turning the ignition. No words needed to be said, because neither were in the mood for talking. Lucas was still recovering from the match, and Nathan was hungry.
"You think Peyton will be at the house when we get there?" Nathan finally asked, pulling into the Taco Bell drive-thru.
Lucas rolled his eyes, "I really hope not. In case she hasn't caught on already, I'm in no mood to fuck right after a match."
"Well if you want to put it that way," Nathan said before ducking his head out the window. "Can I have eight Crunchwrap Supremes, two Cheesy Beefy Melts, four Caramel Apple Empanadas, and two large Cokes?" Lucas chuckled, wishing he was there to see the facial expression of the employee that had taken the immense food order.
"You sounded like a pig saying that," he said as Nathan drove over to the window, where he gave them the money in exchange for the bag of food.
Nathan shrugged, "Whatever, we could totally eat way more than that, but I only had thirty five bucks on me."
Lucas nodded, "Yeah, you're right about that. Gawd, I can't wait to get home. This night almost killed me."
"We can't have that can we?" Nathan asked, going 70mph, just as anxious to get home as Lucas was. He meant to me sarcastic, but in other words, if both the boys weren't working, that meant absolutely no money
The night sky was looming over them. The drive remained quiet, the smell of tacos ensnaring the boys' nostrils. Lucas had been known for his quietness, but he was always the most silent after a fight. There were tons of things that went through his mind when it was all said and done. Whether or not he would be able to see out of one eye or something, and Lucas wondered if the money he had made that night was enough to cover the water bill, or anything else he needed. Sometimes, when he was involved in those really messy fights, he wondered why he even got into the mixed martial arts fighting in the first place. Then he came to the realization that he really didn't know. At least, not for himself.
"Alright, no offense, and this isn't even my car, but you smell like shit, Luke," Nathan said, pulling into the drive way.
Lucas rolled his eyes, "Like you haven't smelled this bad before. Let's just get the fuck inside and eat."
"My thoughts exactly," Nathan smirked, grabbing the sack of food and heading to the door. The light was on, which meant that Owen and Jake were probably inside, watching some UFC fight or Fight Club for about the thirtieth time that week. Then there was the fact that Owen's car was parked outside on one side of the driveway. Peyton's car was next to the driveway.
Nathan kicked open the door and saw Owen and Jake on the couch, in deep interest in whatever that was on television. Peyton sat in one of the loveseats, a sketchpad in her lap, her eyes furrowed and her wiry blonde hair in her face. Nathan rolled her eyes, knowing that Peyton wouldn't leave until she got some acknowledgment from his brother, who was in no mood to be hanging out with the girl that was obsessed with him. Nathan couldn't figure out why Lucas put up with her, but that wasn't an issue right now. Eating was.
"So how did it go?" Jake asked, tearing his eyes away from the screen. Lucas dropped his bag on the floor.
"Don't act like you don't know how it went," he said, snatching his food from Nathan's hand.
Owen smirked, "Yeah, you're right. Cooper called me about fifteen minutes after your match ended. He said you killed it, literally."
Nathan nodded, "Yeah, he definitely killed it, but not without any wounds to show for it, huh?" Lucas chuckled sarcastically, thinking that was saying it in the easiest of terms. He lifted his grey hoodie up, exposing bruised spots all around his stomach, and as he turned around, they were on his lower back and kidneys. Owen and Jake winced at them, even though they had experienced those very same wounds almost as much as Lucas did.
"So what are you guys watching anyway?" Nathan asked, sitting on the couch along with Jake and Owen.
"Fight Club," they answered simultanously, causing everyone to laugh. They really shouldn't have been surprised.
Lucas chuckled, "Yeah, that's really unpredictable guys." He took one last look at them before taking his food and going into the kitchen, where he could possibly get some peace and quiet. They all knew that Lucas never liked to engage in conversation after a fight. It was just the fact that he had things to think about, although no one would ever be able to figure out what went through the blonde's head. He finished each Crunch Wrap in two bites, and was already on his Cheesy Beefy Melt when he heard footsteps enter. Lucas sighed, it was Peyton, he knew it.
His relationship with Peyton was anything but normal. At first, they had started out as really good friends, best friends even. There was nothing neither of them knew about each other, people even went so far at school to assume they were a couple. And for awhile, they were together. Then things started changing. Lucas and Nathan had to start making more money, which caused Lucas and Peyton to drift away, they just didn't work for each other anymore. Lucas accepted it, but even to this day, Peyton couldn't let it go. So whenever Lucas was pissed off or felt down, Peyton had made it her mission in life to be there for him, in every single way possible.
"Peyton, I'm not really in the mood to talk right now," Lucas stated, not even turning his head. He was trying to be polite right now, because if he did what he had initially wanted to do, her ass would've been out the door as soon as he got home. But no, he was nicely asking her to not talk to him. But she couldn't even follow through with that.
"Come on Luke, something's obviously bothering you," she said, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. He winced at her touch, one being because his shoulders were killing him, and another because he really didn't want Peyton touching him like that. They weren't together, they didn't have a committment.
"What's bothering me is you Peyton," he answered, easing her hands off of him and standing up. "I just got home from a fight. I'm tired in about every way possible, so if you wouldn't mind, just please leave me alone. I'm not in the mood to fuck right now. So I'll just see you tomorrow or something."
Peyton sighed, nodding her head, "Okay, that's fine. But I'm not going away Lucas." She stepped forward and places a kiss on his cheek. Lucas had to refrain from rolling his eyes, not wanting to ruin the one sided moment of intimacy. His whole night had just been ruined with that one kiss. He couldn't stand Peyton, but he didn't have the heart to turn her away.
"See you tomorrow," he mumbled, picking up his food and throwing it away, clearing losing his appetite. He sat back down, the back of the chair paining him to lean back on, but Lucas didn't care. There he was, sitting in the dark, smelling like shit and looking like it. That was just the way to end his weekend.
There were tons of thoughts running through his head. There was that Chemistry homework that Lucas had failed to finish when he clearly had all weekend to do it. Boy would he have fun explaining that to Mr. Simmons; 'Sorry I didn't have enough time to finish it because I was too busy beating the shit out of some Asian guy with a purple mohawk.' Yeah, he would surely be excused from that assignment. Then there was the fact that his whole body was aching, and it hurt to even walk. And the money. Yes, the money that he had almost permanently hurt himself to try to get to pay some bills along with the luxuries that two teenage boys wanted when living by themselves.
"You alright man?" Nathan asked, leaning against the counter top. He had always known that him and his twin brother were completely different. Lucas was always the quiet one, the silent thinker. Nathan was always the one to tell it like it was, and in the end that sometimes got him into a lot of trouble. Whenever Nathan won a match, he was excited, and ready to just do anything and everything. But Lucas liked to keep it quiet, and he would always want to be by himself most of the time. He never asked why, but needless to say Nathan was curious.
Lucas shrugged, "I guess I am. Peyton was just getting on my nerves and all. It's like she thinks we're going to be together again or something."
Nathan chuckled, "Looks to me like she's having a hard time letting go of things. But Luke if you keep letting her come around, she's never going to get the hint."
"I know that, but sometimes she just catches me at the worst times. I think she does it on purpose," he said, standing up and scotting his chair in.
"That's for sure. Why don't you head on to bed, I'll kick the boys out," Nathan offered, pushing himself off the counter and into the living room.
"Alright assholes I think it's time for you to take yourselves on home," he said, standing in front of the television.
Owen and Jake stood up. "Yeah alright Nate, I got a match tomorrow night, are you going to come and check it out?" Owen asked, slipping on his jacket.
Nathan shrugged, "Yeah I'll check it out, as long as you go to my match on Wednesday."
Owen smirked, "Alright then, I guess you'll see be there too. Ooh and did you so the Pre-Cal homework for tomorrow?"
"Does Nathan ever do his homework?" Jake joked, slapping Nathan on the back before exiting the house. "Tell Lucas I said nice match."
Nathan nodded his head, "Yeah I will, he's a little out of it right now." That would be an understatement, but he knew Jake and Owen would know what he was talking about. They all knew about Lucas' little mood swings and those times when he was a fucking ghost drifting throughout the whole town. None of them knew what was up with him, but they wouldn't talk to about it.
"Don't we know about that," Jake mumbled. "But we'll catch you later, Nate."
"See ya," he said before shutting the door. He began to put the pillows back to the originial order and took the huge bowl of popcorn into the kitchen. Setting it down on the counter, Nathan looked around the estranged house. For two years, he and Lucas had been on their own, working and trying to make extra money. Their mother never knew their job, she just knew that they were working. They could never tell Karen what they did for some extra money, but the way Nathan saw it, by the time Karen came back, they wouldn't be working anymore.
Jake was right, Nathan never did his homework. Well, when it came to Pre-Calculus he didn't. It was safe to say that Nathan was pretty close, almost on the brink of failing out of that class, but he didn't really care until last week. He had a meeting with his guidance councelor, and according to her, unless he got his grade up in that class, Nathan wasn't graduating, and there was no way in hell he was going to come back for another senior year. Hell fucking no.
He felt a vibration in the bottom of his pants, causing him to roll his eyes. Fishing it out, Nathan checked the called ID, although he clearly knew who it was.
"What do you want Cooper?" Nathan asked.
"Now is that any way to greet your boss and friend?"
"You're hardly a friend," Nathan stated. "So what's this late night call about?"
"Alright whatever, Nate. I got a match for you on Friday night. Once your name came up, the bets went up the roof, and if you win, we're looking at money up to 3,000 bucks."His eyes bulged, "3,000 bucks? Damn, that's a whole lot of money Cooper. Now do you mean I get all the money, or only half of it which goes to you and your debt pay offs?"
"Nathan, you underestimate me so much. Look, I'll give you one other; if you take this guy out, I'll give you all of it. If you just get by, you only get half."He chuckled, "Well I guess I'll have to kill the guy, won't I?"
"Looks like it. Listen I got to run, but I'll see you at your match on Wednesday." And with that the call ended. It didn't really surprise Nathan though, he would only talk to Cooper when he had to, and if he was talking about three thousand dollars, then Nathan could talk to him for a few minutes. Shaking his head, he walked into his room.
"What did Cooper want?" Lucas asked, already laying on his twin bed with his arms tucked under his head. There was a book on his stomach, The Great Gatsby. It was Lucas' next novel that he was determined to read for about the fifth time since he bought it a couple of years ago. Nathan rolled his eyes at his brother's nerdiness.
"He has a match for me this Friday. He said if I completely destroy this guy, then I get the whole three thousand bucks that people are already betting on me. If I lose or barely get by winning, then I only get half," Nathan explained, disposing of his polo shirt into a wife beater.
Lucas raised his head, "You do realize that you already have a match on Wednesday, right? Another match on Friday will not be easy to walk away from."
Nathan smirked, "Yeah, I realized that when Cooper first brought it up. He's trying to play me, Luke. He knew full well that I have a match on Wednesday. So now he's expecting me to still be beat by the time I have to fight on Friday. That way, I'l barely get by with the win, and he gets half of the 3 grand. I know what he's trying to do."
"So what are you going to do about it? If they're already betting three thousand dollars on you, the numbers are bound to go up by Friday."
He shrugged before climbing into bed, "I guess I gotta destroy the dude."
Lucas nodded, "Yeah, that seems to be the answer to everything these days, isn't it?"
Nathan shrugged, "It's what we do." Lucas was just mulling over his brother's words when he heard a loud tapping noise on his dresser. He looked over at it, and saw that his phone was moving in little circles, the vibrations conducting it's movement. Groaning he grabbed it and didn't even check the called ID.
"What the fuck do you want Cooper?" he asked into the phone, Nathan chuckling on his own bed.
"Man what is with you Scotts and you're lack of respect?"
"Just tell me what you want, so I can forget you even called me."
"Lucas I would be a little bit nicer to me if I were you. I am supplying you and your brother the money that you need, or the money that you want to live a good life. So I suggest you cut the little bad boy shit and talk to me like you're not God."
He rolled his eyes, "Alright fine. What is the purpose of your call at the ungodly hour of 12:15?"
"You know what? I'm not even going to try. I have a match for you on Friday, the same night as your brother."
Lucas' eyes narrowed, "But we've never fought on the same night."
"There's a first time for everything, isn't there? There's a lot of money riding on this one too, and if things go good for you two, you and Nate won't have to fight again for at least a month."
He sighed, "Alright, I'll do it. What time Friday night?"
"Doesn't matter, just show up at the usual time."
Lucas looked at his phone in confusion. Tonight was just not his night what so ever. Nathan continued to look at his brother, wearing almost the same expression.
"So what did Cooper want?"
"Looks like you're not the only Scott fighting Friday night," Lucas stated, setting his phone back down on the night stand.
Nathan raised his eyebrows, "Really? Well won't that just be a show?"
"I guess you could say that. Cooper said that if we both win our matches, we won't have to fight again for at least a month."
"We could really use that. Think about it, a whole month with no busted lips, and we won't have to see a single bruise," Nathan said.
Lucas smiled, "Yeah, that would be pretty sweet. A month of just hanging out with the boys, when they're not fighting, and we can have more time to study and finish homework. Maybe you can get someone at the Tutor Center to help you with your problems in Pre-Calculus."
Nathan smirked, "Okay, don't get too ahead of yourself."