Fix You Chapter 1: Just The Beginning

A/N: What's Up, Dudessss! It's Jammin'Jeanette With My 3rd Story, I'm So Excited. I Really Hope You Guys Enjoy It, Because I Can Not Stop Writing Chapter After Chapter, I Mean The Idea Just Came To Me And I Completely Fell In Love With It, Although It's Slightly Based Of The Book, 'The Perfect Chemistry' But Not Exactly. But Don't Worry, I Will Juggle Between 'Being Here' And This Story. I Give This To You As Being Loyal Reviewers To My Stories And You Guys Definitely Make Me A Better Writer:)

And A Special Thanks To: Treenuh and Remembering Kaylee

-You guys definitely put a smile on my face for the reviews for Being Here, it made laugh!

The Summary:

Brooke Is The Most Perfect, Popular Girl In The Entire School. She's Rich, Beautiful, Intelligent, And Has High Morals But A Little Bit Cocky, But Why Shouldn't Be? She Has Everything! Lucas Scott Happens To Be The Bad Boy Of The School From The Wrong Side Of The Tracks. Raised By One Mother And With A Bad Temper And Attitude About Everything. The Two Are Complete Opposites. But What Will Happen When The Two Meet And Are Forced To See More Of Each Other and Work Together? And Will Brooke Be Able To Fix Him And Save Him From Himself When He Gets Into Trouble?

Well, I Hope You Guys Really Like It And If You Do, Review It Please, And Let Me Know If I Should Continue! Thanks:)

And Again, Don't Forget To Review This And The New Chapter Of Being Here:D

-Jeanette

Brooke Davis walked into the halls of Tree Hill High with her head up and confidence radiating off of her. Tree Hill, her home, was where she was pretty much worshipped. Student body president, captain of the cheer leading squad, and homecoming queen. Not to mention she was filthy rich. She was what every guy wanted and what every girl wanted to be. She was sixteen years old going on thirty-three.

Like all the other kids her age, drinking, do drugs and smoking weed, Brooke didn't do it. Drugs were looked down upon in her eyes. As she always told Peyton and her inner circle, "I don't need a blunt or alcohol to get high, I'm high on life already."

You would automatically think this girl would be the type to be a snobby, rich-girl. But she isn't, she's actually a complete sweetheart, but with a bit of a fierce attitude. She was pretty much nice to everyone and always looked in the good of people and saw both sides of each story, unless you get on her bad side.

She was popularity personified. She had the golden-girl looks and tanned, yoga abs and limbs that come with the Queen Bee position--but she transcended the stereotype while embodyingthe essence of it. She was a size 2 and she could eat junk food all day and not gain an ounce. She could even go to sleep with all her make-up on and woke up with a clear, unblemished complexity just like her confidence and self-esteem. She may have had all the top line beauty products to keep her that way, but these things were mostly just natural for her.

You would probably also think she was an airhead. That isn't true. Brooke was a straight A student and one of the top students in her class. She took a lot of AP classes and volunteered with after school activities. Anything to get her accepted into her dream school and one day become a top-notch fashion designer. It was rumored she might even be valedictorian at her graduation. As you can see, Brooke Davis is the epitome of the perfect girl with the perfect family that you can only dream of. But life is not always what it seems.

She had a very extravagant life. She was able to travel across the world and meet fabulous new people. She get anything she wanted and no one would stop her. But it was true when they say 'love doesn't buy happiness'.

Her parents are around, but at the same time they weren't. Her mother and father, Victoria and Richard Davis, would be sitting across from her at the dinner table yet she could still felt all alone. She didn't talk to them and they didn't talk to her. So you could see why she was always so happy when she went to school. Here is where she belongs and is actually wanted. And she was getting away from her inattentive parents.

As she continued walking towards her locker, she heard boys calling her name. Not in a sexual way or 'cat-calling'. Everyone at that school adored her and didn't want to jeopardize their 'friendship' with her by saying something stupid. They were simply just saying 'hey', although wishing they had the guts to say more.

All the girls were nice to her, wanting to be like her and be her best friend. But there were some girls that were just fake and wanted to get a hold of her money. But Brooke never paid them any ind because she already had a best friend. Two to be exact.

Nathan Scott and Peyton Sawyer.

Who happened to be dating, but not happily. It was as if the more time that passed i their relationship, the more they drifted apart. Brooke wanted to help her best friends because it pained her to see them arguing 24/7, but a voice inside her head let her know it was a lost cause and that she should let them figure it out the problems on their own.

Brooke drifted away from her thoughts as she felt someone tap on her shoulder just when she opened her locker.

"Hey Brooke."

It was Peyton, and Brooke was curious as to why Nathan wasn't by her side but she already had a hunch why. Judging by the annoyed look on her face they obviously had been fighting. "Hey Peyt, wheres Nathan?"

"We had another fight and he stormed off to class..early. Isn't that weird? He's never early, if anything he's late." Peyton sighed, she was so sick and tired of her arguments with her hot-tempered boyfriend but by now she was used to it.

Brooke also was tired of it, but she couldn't give up on them just yet. "About what?"

"Long story short," Peyton began, "You know that guy Lucas, right?"

Brooke didn't know him personally, but knew of him. "Scott, Nate's half-brother?"

"He's not his brother!" Peyton defended, her and Nathan hated when people said that. That was probably the only thing they agreed upon.

And what Brooke hated was when they denied it. "Yes, he is! Now explain what happened please!"

"Anyway, we walked by him and all of a sudden he calls out to me 'nice legs' and I say thanks--"

"Why would you say thanks? That's so stupid!"

Peyton rolled her eyes like she didn't care. "Whatever Brooke, I'm hot. Anyway, Nathan gets all pissed and tries to act all macho, big shit and I tell him to calm down because it's no big deal, but you know Nate!"

"Yeah, and so do you! You knew that would piss Nathan off!" Brooke claimed, sometimes for a smart girl Peyton sure could be thoughtless.

Peyton rolled her eyes again. It's not her fault that she really did have nice legs. "Well, he should be mad at Lucas, not me!"

"Whatever you say. But I don't understand why he would say that, it's completely rude." Brooke told her, she knew about this Lucas guy and from her friends and every one has been saying she honestly doesn't want to meet him.

Peyton obviously knew way more about him than Brooke did. "Come on, this is Lucas Scott we're talking about here. The biggest 'bad boy' in the entire school, it's in his nature."

Brooke didn't care, you shouldn't hit on someone else's girlfriend. "Too bad, it's not cool for him to say that to you and definitely not in front of Nathan either! He's just asking for trouble."

"Your just mad because he thinks I'm hot!" Peyton scolded, she was just teasing as she knew Brooke didn't like Lucas like that.

Brooke, however, was good at teasing too. "Hey, he didn't say you were hot! He just said 'nice legs' so back at you!"

Peyton looks at Brooke knowingly. She was her best friend so she always knew when she wasn't telling the truth or hiding something. Brooke was starting to feel uneasy with her scornful stare so she hesitatingly confessed. "Okay, he's hot alright! But so not my type!"

"Apparently, no one is your type. Your too good for all the boys!" Peyton mocked, and it was true. Whenever a guy actually did ask Brooke out she always said no!

Brooke laughed because she was right, but she didn't mean any harm by it. "I don't want to sound stuck up but it's true!"

"That was so stuck up, and you know it!"Peyton thought she sounded the exact opposite of what she was saying. 'Not stuck up' usually means 'stuck up'.

Brooke sighed, trying to prove her point before she even stopped believing herself. "I'm just saying that none of these guys are capable of giving me everything I deserve."

"Like what?" Peyton mocked, she was pretty sure Brooke didn't need anything else. "You have everything you could ever want, what else is there?!"

"Not inanimate objects, Peyt!" Brooke claimed, exasperated. "I mean, love and companionship. I don't want to be in a dead relationship where all we have going is sex!"

"True, but what are you complaining about? Your a virgin for crying out loud!" Peyton tod her, almost too loudly.

Brooke groaned, she hated explaining to Peyton why she was a virgin still, and it was starting to become daily. "So, I'm waiting until I fall in love, something you should have done!"

It was true, Brooke was a virgin and only her, Peyton, and Nathan knew that. Even though Brooke wasn't ashamed of it, she still had a reputation to uphold.

"I'm sorry, but Nathan is really good in bed!" Peyton threw her hands up in defense all the while smirking at the same time. She knew Brooke didn't care about what other people did behind closed doors.

Brooke made a disgusted face and stuck her tongue out. "Too much information! Not an image I want to see of my two best friends fucking each others brains out!"

"I'm just saying..." Peyton started.

Brooke, however, didn't want to hear the end of it. "Well, go just say it somewhere else, you dirty girl!'

Peyton feigned shock, but she had a few tricks up her sleeve. "Oh, I'm a dirty girl? What about that time you got drunk and made out with that clean teen girl, Shelley?"

'Some clean teen, huh?' Brooke thought before answering. "It was one time okay! I don't get drunk or even drink that often so I was pretty wasted!"

"That's what I thought!" Peyton exclaimed, happy to have proved a point. "Now hurry up or we'll be late for history!"

During this six weeks in History they were currently studying Ancient Rome and Greek mythology. Something Brooke found remotely interesting. She didn't in those Greek gods, but it was still fun to learn about each one and their own special ability.

As soon as class started, Peyton turned to walk away from her to get to her assigned seat. She sat in the front of the room directly next to the teacher, thanks to her always talking to Brooke. Once the teacher got tired of always hassling them to be quiet, she had finally separated the twosome to opposite sides of the room. Now Peyton sits next to some geek, looking girl named Haley James.

Haley never talked much except to answer questions and she didn't have very much friends. She was Brooke's rival in the valedictorian role for graduation, but Brooke didn't sweat it. She knew she would get it. But the weirdest thing about her was that she was always hanging around Lucas. No one thought they had dated because they never kissed or held hands, but it was still a little strange.

Speaking of Lucas, he sat right in front of yet another geek kid named Marvin McFadden, but for some reason his friends would call him 'Mouth'. And he just happened to be sitting right across from Brooke. She never talked to either or paid them any attention, she minded her own business. Aside from the occasional smart ass remark to some people, she behaved well and a relatively good student.

"Hey you!"

Brooke turned and she saw him looking at her, but she wasn't sure. "Huh?"

"You?!" He said annoyed, couldn't she see he was trying to get her attention?

"Can I help you with something?" Brooke asked politely, wondering what he could possibly want from her. After all, they had never spoken before.

Lucas smiled and licked his lips seductively. "You look very sexy today..."

Brooke raised an eyebrow at him. No one had ever dared to come at her like that so it was a little surprising. "Is that all you had to tell me?"

Lucas noticed her getting annoyed and was glad to get under her skin. "I was wondering if you would like to come over tom my place tonight and have a little 'fun'."

Brooke instantly knew what he meant since he raised his eyebrows suggestively at the word 'fun'. "Why would I want to do that with you? Your a disgusting little pig!"

"Oh really?" He asked. "Babe, I'm hot and your hot. I don't see what the problem is!"

"The problem is that I don't know and I already don't like you so why don't you just take a hint and leave me alone!" Brooke answered, she was not in the mood for stupid games.

Lucas rolled his eyes at her sorry attempts for his to stop. "Please, you really think I'm going to do that?"

"Trust me, I know a lot of people who wouldn't mind kicking your ass!" Brooke told him, she was starting to get really annoyed at him.

Lucas scoffed, "I'd like to see them try. And who were you planning on jumping me, Nathan?"

"Who else?" Brooke replied, she didn't condone fighting but right now she'd do anything to get him out of her face. "I'm pretty sure he can take you by himself."

Lucas laughed, thinking that there was possibly no way Nathan would win in a fight against him. "Whatever, I thought you were nice? Everyone always talks about how sweet you are?"

Brooke crossed her arms over her chest. This guy just couldn't get a clue. "I'm nice to people that I like. You, on the other hand, I hate. Get the picture?"

"You know you want me. Just tell me, your place or mine?" Lucas asked suggestively, half of him was serious and the other half just wanted to piss her off.

"What don't you get? I don't wanted to have sex with you!" Brooke whispered loudly and the whole situation was starting to make people who heard the conversation feel uncomfortable.

"Well," Lucas began, "That's too bad because I'm really good in bed." He knew that was sure to set her off.

"I'd drop dead before I ever got into bed with you!" Brooke exclaimed, today was just not her day.

Lucas smirked. "Wanna bet? I bet I could get Peyton over there to join us too?"

Brooke was just about to retaliate when their teacher, Mrs. Cunningham, cut the talk short "Mr. Scott and Mrs. Davis, would you like to finish your important conversation in detention?"

The two teens both shook their heads. Brooke more so than him. She had never been to detention before but she guessed Lucas to be there every other day.

Mr.s Cunningham smiled. "Well, thank you." She turned her attention back to the entire class and added, "Now as I was saying, you will be paired up with one other person and have to write two separate research papers about the Roman Empire and Ancient Greek gods. But the presentation will have to feature both of your efforts, understand?"

The whole class nodded their heads yes. Some students were excited and some were nervous as to who their partners would be. Brooke hoped she would be with Peyton, but anyone in here is better than Lucas. If she was with him, he'd probably make her do the entire project by herself. She was brought from her thoughts when the teacher started calling out the paired partners:

"Marvin McFadden and Erica Marsh."

"Antwon Taylor and Apryl Aguilar."

"Peyton Sawyer and Haley James."

"Bevin Mirskey and Rebecca Reidhart."

As the list went on and on, Brooke felt herself losing patients as the leftover students began to get smaller and smaller. There were a couple left, including herself and Lucas.

"Brooke Davis and Lucas Scott, since you two had a wonderful conversation earlier I thought I'd let you finish it." Mrs. Cunningham added with a smirk.

Brooke threw her head in her hands out of frustration. Did she just hear the teacher correctly? Her and Lucas Scott? She just had to be paired with the worst possible person on Earth!

Then she heard him laugh. "Looks like your stuck with me, babe!"

She rolled her eyes at his cockiness, trying her best not to let him get to her. Because after all, she's the Brooke Davis and two can play at that game. "You know What? Fine, but don't expect a free pass. Your doing whatever I say, Whatever I want, when I want it, are we clear?"

"I don't take orders from you." Lucas was thrown off a bit by the firmness in her voice. He didn't actually expect her to really stand up to him because nobody ever has.

Brooke smiled, knowing she finally got through to him. "Sorry, I'm not here to please you. I'm here to get an 'A' on this project and you happen to be in my way."

"Sweetie, by the end of the night, you will be the one to be pleased. So trust me when I say this: You've never met anyone like me before. And you can quote me." Lucas told her as he lifted her chin up with his forefinger but not before she smacked it away and left towards Peyton. She was going to give him a run for his money.

And so the game begins...

A/N: The First Chapter, Whoop Whoop! I Hope You Guys Enjoyed The New Side Of Lucas And Brooke! I'm Really Taking A Liking To This Story And I Hope You Guys Do To. Fanfiction Is The Only Thing We Got Seeing As Mark Has Officially Fucked Up One Tree Hill. He Should Have Just Ended It And Season 6, It's Retarded Now. I Tried To Give It A Chance Seeing As I'm A True Fan, But I Couldn't Take It Anymore. This Chapter Was Mainly About Brooke And Her Personality But The Next Will Be About Lucas And How He Grew Up. So If You Like This Please Give Me Feedback And Tell me What You Think So I Can Update Soon! Please And Thanks!

Don't Forget To Review This And Being Here!

-Jeanette