"who's your tutor?" Peyton asked.
"Lucas Scott." Brooke replied kinking her eyebrow, grinning.
"Nathans brother. How awkward." Peyton laughed at the thought of wild Brooke even talking to shy tutor boy.
"I know. He is so shy. At least he's cute."
"Cute? Brooke! He is hot."
"So he's fine with a capital F. He is still too shy."
"How do you know?"
"He's always reading and he only talks to tutor girl."
"Tutor girl?"
"Yeah. Haley. I wonder if tutor boy's dating her. Anyway, I gotta go meet him in the library. Wish me luck."
Brooke walked off leaving a grinning Peyton behind. "Good luck!" She called to her retreating figure.
Brooke reached the door and looked in the reflection of the glass. She straightened her Juicy shirt and flipped her hair behind her shoulder before entering. She saw Lucas in the
back of the library reading something. She walked up and sat across from him. Lucas looked up from his book and smiled. He's definitely hot. She couldn't help but smile back.
"I'm Lucas." He held out his hand and Brooke shook it firmly meeting his eyes. They're so blue.
"I know. I'm Brooke."
"I know." They were silent for a few minutes looking at each other. Brooke was trying to figure him out. He doesn't seem so shy. He actually seems kinda cocky. Maybe I don't know him as well as I thought.
Lucas was also trying to figure Brooke out. She's not a bitch. She seems really nice. Obviously people don't really know her.
"So I guess we should start."
"Sure thing tutor boy." She was glad he was taking the lead on this. She looked at his face and saw a confused expression.
"What?" She asked.
"Tutor boy?"
"Oh. Well, you're a boy and a tutor. At least I hope you're a boy." Lucas smiled. I've never seen him smile until now. It looks good on him.
"You should smile more. It looks good on you." She added.
"Well not everyone is as funny as you."
"I am funny." She agreed.
"So, this tutor boy thing. Is it gonna stick.?"
"If I don't call you tutor boy, what would I call you?"
"Anything else." He said scrunching his eyebrows thinking.
"Maybe I'll call you Broody. You brood enough."
"Well, that's better than tutor boy."
"I love it."
"You need a nickname. It's not fair for you."
"Okay. What are you going to call me?" She asked intrigued.
"How about Cheery?"
"I like it. Although, I'm sure I'd like whatever you called me." Why am I flirting. He's flirting with me though. Maybe he's not.
"I'll keep that in mind for later. Let's go somewhere else. It's too quiet in here." He is definitely flirting. This should be fun.
"What did you have in mind?"
"I don't know yet. Let's go." He grabbed his bag and offered his hand to her. She looked at it as if determining something before she took it.
"Let's go Broody."