Here it is. My newest story. WOOHOO! Ha Ha. So, I was wondering if anyone would like to become my beta for this story? I am horrible at rechecking my work. And I also love insights into how my chapters are developing the story, and whether or not they are making sense or not. So, if anyone is interested, let me know in a review or PM, whichever.

This story will be rated M because I am sure somewhere along the line I will have some intimate scenes. Also, there will be some mature themes dealt out.

I, unfortunately, do not own any One Tree Hill characters, nor the name, nor anything else having to do with the show. And it's a good thing, because if I had made a show based on Pucas, I would kill myself.

Trampled Under Foot

Chapter 1: If Only I Knew You Were The Devil

It was a warm summer day in Tree Hill, North Carolina. The unforgiving sun beat down upon those who were brave enough to venture outside. Brooke Davis walked among those few. It was only a few months before she started her final year of high school, and she needed to find a job to save up enough money for college. Both her parents died in an unfortunate accident before she turned ten, leaving her to live in orphanages. She had a hard and trying upbringing, but she survived.

Beneath her sun dress, she could feel her body perspiring, and she prayed she wasn't wet enough to be showing. She cursed the sun under her breath, and went along the route mapped out for her. It had been a long day so far, with no chances of being hired anywhere. Most places had already filled their positions, or were too leery about hiring such a young woman with the wrong kind of upbringing. This was the last place. So, she crossed her fingers as she made her way across the dirt road, and stood at the gated driveway.

It was a large house. A mansion even. A house bigger than she could have ever dreamed of, and the owner was hiring a maid. Someone to keep things clean, and serve dinner parties at night. It was a long shot, since she would be going to school again in a matter of months, and wouldn't be available during the day, but it was her last option.

She pushed the button on the outside gate, and a moment later a distorted voice spoke through the intercom. "Scott Mansion, state your business please."

"I'm here to fill the position," Brooke spoke tentatively. There was a long pause. She turned to look up to the house to see if she could see anything, but there was not a soul to be seen. Just as she was about to give up, the crackling voice broke back through the intercom.

"You have to push the button for me to hear you."

Brooke flushed red, but then put her pointer finger over the button, "I'm here to fill the position in the paper."

"One moment and I'll open the gate."

She rubbed down the front of her dressing, hoping to smooth it out a little. Quickly, she did a breath check, and then checked her hair for any kind of fly aways. She needed this job, desperately. If she didn't get it, she was bound to the life as a seamstress, forever stuck in the God forsaken orphanage.

Moments passed, but then the gate swung open. She set forth, stopping at the front door to knock. A well-kept butler answered the door, and let her inside. "What was your name?" He asked.

"Brooke Davis," she responded.

"Wait right here, Miss Davis, and I will tell Mr. Scott you are here."

She nodded her head, and then watched him walk away. Nervously, she clasped and unclasped her hands, pulling at the front of her dress, and chewing on her lip. If she didn't so desperately need this job, she wouldn't be so nervous, but it was the last chance she had. She knew she should have started a job years ago, and she had, but mending clothes for people at the orphanage didn't pay nearly well enough to save for college.

"Right this way, Miss Davis." The butler returned. "Mr. Scott will see you in his office." He led her down a long hallway, and then opened a door for her. "Just sit down, and he will be with you as soon as he finishes some business."

"Thank you," she said politely, and took the chair sitting in front of the desk.

The office was rather large. Much larger than her own bedroom at the orphanage, which she shared that with three other girls. The desk was meticulously cleaned, with only the necessary objects on it. There were only a few pictures hung in the office. One of a middle-aged man with several younger, promiscuous looking woman, one with the same middle-aged man with who Brooke guessed was the mayor, and another with the middle-aged man and two younger men. Two younger, very good-looking men. She thought that maybe they were his sons, but couldn't be sure. One was blond, and the other a dark brunette. The only thing that connected the three were the piercing blue eyes they each possessed.

"Thank-you for waiting, Miss Davis," the middle-aged man entered the office. "Business can be so tedious sometimes," he smirked as he walked towards her. He stuck his hand out for her to grasp, which she did. "Dan Scott," he said while he took her hand, and brought it up to his lips.

"Brooke Davis," she returned, blushing as he gently kissed her knuckles, and then released her hand.

"You are here to fill the position?" He questioned as he walked around his desk, and sat in his chair. He pulled some papers from his drawer and started to sift through them.

"Yes, sir, I am," she nodded. "I-I don't have a lot of experience, and I am young, but I always put everything I have into what I am working on."

"Miss Davis, I don't see your resume in here," he raised his head to look at her. "Do you have one?"

"No-no, I don't," she shook her head. "Should I have one?"

"The ad said to send your resume and then set up an appointment with me," he flashed a smile at her.

"Oh, well, I'm sorry, sir. I guess I didn't read the ad fully," she started to hang her head. "It's just that this is the last place I came today to look for a job, and I really need a job. I don't have a lot of experience, sir, and I probably wouldn't even have anything to put on the resume, but I can give you my word that I would work my hardest to prove to you that I deserve this."

"You do realize that with no employment history it will be hard for me to decide whether or not I can trust you," he spoke in a chastising tone. "And while I would love to hire you because you are…," he squinted his eyes, thinking, "ideal to the kind of…" he shuffled his hand in the air, "woman I am looking for, this is a highly responsible role that you would be filling."

"Yes, sir, I understand your hesitance, but I can give you my word," she pleaded with him. "I may not have a lot of experience to put down on paper, but I've lived in an orphanage since I was ten, and if that doesn't give someone some kind of experience in waiting on people, I don't know what would," she nervously giggled as she ended.

"How old are you, Miss Davis?" He leaned back in his chair, and held his fingers together in front of him.

"Seventeen," she thought about lying as she spoke. "And I would be starting my last year of school come fall, but even then, I would be willing to work every moment that I am not in school."

"And what about when you are done with school?"

Brooke could feel herself starting to sweat again, as though she were back out in the sun. "I need this job to save up for college," she spoke meekly, feeling the job slip from her fingertips.

He groaned, and leaned forward placing his elbows on his desk. "I really want to hire you, Miss Davis, I do, but you are what I would call a high risk. If I took a chance on you, and you one day decided you didn't want this job anymore, I would be stuck trying to find a replacement. Where do you plan on going to college?"

"Anywhere that would accept me, sir, and that I can afford," she told him optimistically. "I know I am a high risk, sir, but please don't not give me the job because I don't have the experience. The way I see it, I won't ever be able to get experience without starting out somewhere," she smiled widely. "I will take this job more seriously than anything I have ever done in my life. I need this job, because no other place will hire me for the same reasons. If I don't get this job, I will be stuck in the orphanage for the rest of my life as a seamstress. Please, sir, please, I need this job."

Dan stared at her for a moment, before casting his eyes back down to his desk. He thought for a long moment, before drawing in a large breath, and slowly releasing it. Finally, he looked back up at her with a smile on his face. "Okay, Miss Davis, you've won me over."

"Really?" Brooke's eyes grew wide. She jumped up from her chair and pumped her hands into the air. "Can I come and give you a hug?" She giggled.

"Sure," Dan nodded with a laugh. She ran around the desk, and wrapped her arms around his neck, and then returned to her seat. "Now that that is over with," he smirked, "let's talk about your duties."

"Okay," Brooke smiled from ear to ear as she nodded her head. "Anything. I am willing to do anything."

"Good," he smiled. "First of all, the job entails some cleaning, and cooking, during the day. The other maids will be able to show you around. At night, I host a lot of dinner parties, and you will be expected to attend every one and serve in the attire provided for you. You will be furnished with a room in the guest house with the other servants, and clothes will be provided."

"A room?" Brooke asked, her eyes growing wide. This job could possibly be better than she could have ever dreamt for.

"Yes, Brooke, a room. Now, it is not required that you live here, but it is highly recommended, as you will be hosting dinner parties until late hours, and then getting up the next morning to clean."

"Oh, sure, sir," she nodded her head. "I would love nothing more than to get out of that orphanage."

"Good. When can you start?"

"Today?" She giggled.

"Eager, I like that," he smiled. "Why don't you take the rest of the day off to gather your belongings, and you can start in the morning. Just come here the same way you did today, and I will have my maids start to train you as soon as you get your stuff put away, how does that sound?"

"Good."

"The maids will lay out the rules for you, and let you know the consequences if any of the rules are broken."

Brooke nodded, and couldn't help but tune him out as he continued to speak. She was too elated about having gotten a job that would not only pay her, but also take her out of the orphanage. They continued to set up the rest of the plans, and Brooke all but skipped back to the orphanage. She immediately went up to her room to pack her things, ignoring the requests made by her 'mother'.

"What are you doing, Brooke?" Haley, her best-friend, questioned. "You know Lavina is going to be mad when she sees you up here packing. She wants us to clean the entire floor before we go to bed."

"I'm not doing it," Brooke continued to pack.

"Why are you packing your things?" Haley sat on Brooke's bed. "You're not trying to run away again, are you?"

"No," Brooke shook her head. She stopped her packing and sighed. She glanced up at Haley, before joining her on the bed. "I'm getting out of here, Hales," Brooke spoke softly. "I got a job, and they're giving me a room."

"What?" Haley asked, not sure if she understood her correctly.

"Today. I got a job at the Scott mansion, and they have a room provided for me. I don't have to live here anymore."

"That's great, Brooke," Haley pulled her into a hug.

"I'm sorry," Brooke spoke as they pulled back from the hug. "I know I'm leaving you, but we'll be able to see each other."

"It's okay," Haley stopped her friend. "You're getting out of here, Brooke, that's great. Don't worry about me. This is great for you."

Brooke knew Haley was putting on a brave face for her. She would do the same for Haley, but it killed her anyway. They had always promised each other they would get out of there together. But, Haley had something she didn't. Haley was smart. Smarter than anyone in their grade, and she could get scholarships. Brooke wasn't that smart, and she had to find a way to pay for it herself. And she loved her friend, because she always tried so hard to get Brooke good grades, but it never seemed to click with her.

"I love you, Haley," Brooke pulled her friend back into a hug. "And I promise, as soon as I save up enough money, we'll go off to college together, and you'll get out of this damned place, too."

Haley giggled. "Brooke, please don't worry about me. You just worry about yourself, okay? You did really good in getting this job. I know how hard you've been working to get one."

"I'm going to miss you, though," Brooke frowned. "Maybe you can sneak out and come and live with me there."

"Yeah, because no one would notice," Haley rolled her eyes.

That night seemed to creep by for Brooke, since she couldn't wait for the next morning to come. As soon as the sun peaked the next morning, she kissed Haley's sleeping form on the forehead, grabbed her bag, and said goodbye to the orphanage. She couldn't get to her new residence fast enough, and if it weren't for the heavy bag she was carrying, she would have run the whole way there.

The maids greeted her, as Dan had told her, and then showed her to her room. She was surprised, because it was much larger than she imagined. Her belongings didn't even fill up half the closet. After her things were put away, she went with a maid on a tour of the mansion. She decided if she could remember where everything was, the job wouldn't be so bad. The only thing that struck her as odd was that all of the maids seemed to be younger, in their twenties, and very good looking.

After the tour, another maid took her along to show her some of her cleaning duties. She was glad that each maid she spoke with seemed friendly and inviting. It would have been rough had they all been mean. After being shown some of the cleaning duties, Brooke asked the maid to tell her once again the directions towards the bathroom. And, needless to say, Brooke found herself lost on the way there.

"One, two," she started to count the doors down the hallway. "Was it four or five doors?" She asked herself. "Who needs this big of a house anyway?"

"Excuse me," a deep voice spoke from behind her, startling Brooke enough for her to jump.

"OH!" She turned around with her hand on her heart. "Oh goodness, you startled me."

"Sorry," the guy chuckled. "Are you lost or something?"

"Yes," Brooke nodded her head, but lost her voice as the person came closer. "Uh-ahem, I-I'm sorry. I know they said we could only use the servant entrances, but I got lost and-"

"It's okay," he stopped her.

Brooke stared at the young man in amazement. He had to be the best-looking male she had ever seen in her life. She had seen him in a picture the previous day, but the picture did nothing to portray how handsome he really was.

"Sometimes I still get lost here," he chuckled, leaning up against the wall. "You're new, right?"

"Yeah," she nodded. "Brooke," she stuck her hand out, not sure how else to introduce herself.

"Lucas," he lifted his hand to meet hers. "Figures dad would hire someone as beautiful as you."

Brooke cleared her throat, and blushed. She didn't know for sure if she should be flattered by that comment or not. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing," he shook his head with a smile. "What were you looking for?"

"The bathroom, but I'm not entirely sure I need to use it anymore," she glanced down at her dress to make sure it wasn't wet with a laugh. Lucas laughed with her and shook his head.

"I can show you if you'd like?" He offered.

"Really? Because that would be really great."

"Sure," he nodded with a smirk.

He started forward, and Brooke followed, only to stop just a few feet away. Lucas reached out for the doorknob, and turned it, only for the door to open and reveal the bathroom. Brooke giggled nervously, and blushed a deep shade of red. She was an idiot.

"I, heh heh, I knew that," she shrugged.

Lucas laughed. "Sure ya did," he nodded his head. "Anytime you need me to point out where things are, you can come and find me, even if they're only about three feet away from you."

"Laugh all you want, Lucas, but some day I will be serving you dinner, and who's to say there won't be something in that dinner? Something that maybe you won't want to eat," she smirked in a teasing fashion, and breathed a deep sigh of relief when he smiled. She had almost forgotten that it was only her first day, and didn't know if she should be joking already.

"Let's not forget that it is my dad who employs you," he smirked back. "I could just tell him that you were hitting on his favorite son, and have you fired that next hour," he raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, okay" Brooke held her hands up in defeat, "you got me. I can't top that one. Please don't get me fired!" Lucas started to laugh, and so did Brooke. "Now, with as much fun as this has been, I really have to go," she took step further into the bathroom. "And unless you want to watch me, I'd suggest stepping back."

"Oh, sure," Lucas nodded, his cheeks turning a bit pink, "as much fun as it would be to watch, I'm sure it would be inappropriate."

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"I am so tired," Brooke sighed, wiping her brow with her hand. She looked up at the young woman who was training her. "I shouldn't have gotten up so early this morning." The young woman laughed.

"You were too eager to get here," she raised an eyebrow. "Why don't you go ahead and get back to your room early, and I'll cover for you tonight."

"Really?" Brooke looked at her hopefully. "I mean, I wouldn't want to look bad on my first day. I really had to talk Mr. Scott into hiring me, but I am so tired and exhausted."

"Yeah, it'll be fine," the young woman nodded her head. "Besides, it wasn't too long ago that I had my first day, and I can remember feeling the exact same way. And these dinner parties that they have can run pretty late."

"Wow, thank-you, Rachel," Brooke gave her a genuine smile. She was glad she was surrounded with girls the same age as her. If she had been surrounded by a bunch of old woman, she would have been very disappointed. "I'll owe you one."

"Yes, you will," the redhead chuckled. "And I will call you on it someday."

"How often do they have dinner parties?"

"About once a week. Sometimes more than that. It depends. Mr. Scott is a very wealthy businessman. I think he likes to show off his power." She explained. "Have you had a chance to talk to him?"

"Just in the interview."

"Well, be careful when you do. Don't do anything to piss him off, either. Whatever he does, just go along with it, unless you want to be fired."

"Is-is it bad?"

"No," the redhead shook her head. "No, it's not. I'm just warning you. Oh, and his sons, don't double cross them, either. Have you met Lucas or Nathan?"

"I met Lucas today when I was trying to find the bathroom," the brunette let out an embarrassed giggle. "He seems nice."

"Oh, they are very nice," the redhead purred. "Very nice on the eyes. Watch out for them. They're playboys. I've known a couple of girls that have been with them, and it didn't end so well. The older one, especially."

"Have you ever…" Brooke looked at her questioningly.

Rachel raised an eyebrow, and smirked. "A lady never tells. Let's just say I am very good at what I do and know how to keep my mouth shut. I would expect you to do the same. Unless you want serious repercussions."

"Oh my goodness, which one?" Brooke gasped.

"Can't tell."

"You didn't get fired?"

"Are you kidding? The boss man will never find out. His sons are very good at keeping secrets. You see, Dan Scott likes to run a very tight ship. He controls everything and everyone. If you get in his way, he does everything in his power to push back. Now, his sons, he tries to control them, but they are very good at hiding their secret affairs. Especially the younger one. He's kind of a mystery."

"Wait a minute," Brooke shook her head. "If sleeping with the maids is supposed to be a secret, what happened to them?"

"The boys find something to tell their father, and after a very public humiliation, they are fired."

"No kidding?"

"No kidding. Don't cross them. I would try to steer clear of them as much as possible if I were you."

"Lucas didn't seem like that at all when I talked to him earlier."

"Yes," Rachel sighed. "Yeah, he's really good at appearing to be the boy next door. I've heard stories. Lots of stories, though. There's a blond here that claims Lucas loves her," Rachel rolled her eyes. "I think she's delusional. I personally, can't stand her."

"You're funny, Rach."

"Now, let me lay down some rules, okay? I know Simone went through all of the formal ones for you earlier, but these are common sense ones. Ones you really don't want to break unless you want your life ruined."

"Okay…"

"One: never ever talk back to Dan Scott. Do what he says, when he says, and you'll be happy here. Two: don't flirt with the sons. At least not in front of Dan Scott. Mr. Scott likes to think of us as his women, and he doesn't like to share. He doesn't care how his sons treat us, but if we so much as bat an eye in their direction, we're history. Three: every one here is only looking out for themselves. No matter how much you think you know someone, never ever trust them. You'll learn who is worse than the others. Four: Deb is the head girl, okay? Dan is in love with her. Do not do anything to piss her off. If she doesn't like you, your life will be a living hell, so suck up to her."

"Is that all?" Brooke scoffed. Rachel nodded her head. "Are you saying I shouldn't trust you?"

"I'm saying be very cautious. No one here cares about anyone else. Just remember that. Dan Scott is a very rich man, and everybody wants a crack at some of his fortune. That's all it's about."

"Is that why you're here?"

"I'm here to make some money, live for free, and have some fun."

"Maybe I should just go to the dinner party tonight," Brooke hesitated, and then looked towards Rachel, not sure she should trust her.

"Do what you want," Rachel shrugged. "I'm not saying you can trust me, but I will cover for you tonight. I'm sure there will come a time when I need you to cover for me. Besides, I don't think anyone should work a dinner party on their first day."

Brooke leaned back on her heels, and sighed loudly. Maybe working for the Scott's wasn't going to be so great. There were so many rules, so many things she wasn't supposed to do. It would only be a year, she told herself. Then, she would go to college, and she wouldn't have to even look back at this place. Besides, even though she couldn't flirt with the boss' sons, she could at least admire them from afar. And from what she had seen from Lucas earlier, admiring him wouldn't be all that bad.

"So, the sons, they really that bad?" Brooke decided to change the subject.

"They're being groomed to be just like their father," Rachel snorted and rolled her eyes. "The older one is quite the charmer. Never really talked to the younger one, but I have stared at him."

"It was the older one, huh?" Brooke shrugged her eyebrows. Rachel looked at her questioningly. "That you, you know," she winked.

"Oh goodness, I should have never told you," Rachel laughed.

"Which is older and which is younger?"

"Nathan, the brunette is older, and Lucas, the blond, is younger. Nineteen and seventeen. Lucas is starting his senior year this year, and Nathan will be returning to Stanford to start his sophomore year."

"Where's their mother?"

Rachel shrugged. "No one knows. There's a big mystery behind it. Some people even say they don't have the same mom, and some people say Dan Scott killed her and got away with it. No one knows for sure, and no one has the balls to ask."

Brooke liked Rachel. She had never met someone who was so blunt, and had such a dirty mouth. Back at the orphanage, all of the girls were so lady like, and too afraid to be bold. Rachel wasn't like any of them. She held her head high, with an air of confidence, and she spoke truthfully, like she was daring someone to question what she was saying.

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