The crowded, smoky atmosphere of the bar made the thick air of the early August night feel unbelievably cool. An outdated jukebox resting in the corner blared a variety of alternative, metal, and classic rock on any given night. The permanent coat of stale beer on the wooden floorboards had the amazing ability to get even stilettos to stick to the ground. This shithole was really not Brooke Davis' scene. The Blue Post was a watering hole outside of Tree Hill for the working class. The blue-collar clientele was not her crowd and the beers on draft were far too cheap for her taste. Yet over the past three months, Brooke Davis had become a regular here. Shithole or not, the brunette had grown to love this place. No one here knew her parents had a hefty trust fund waiting for her 21st birthday to arrive. Or that she was the captain of the Tree Hill Ravens cheerleading squad. Or that she was even still in high school. But they all knew she was fucking the boy sitting next to the jukebox. They knew she drank cranberry vodkas and he drank Miller High Life or Jameson on the rocks. They all knew she hated when the boy put a quarter in the machine and forced the whole bar to listen to either the Deftones or Alkaline Trio or the like. They knew to use caution and knock on the restroom doors when the two of them disappeared together.
They knew the boy was selling drugs to everyone in the bar. They knew to buy the girl drinks in return for a free joint from the boy. But God help them if any of them tried hitting on the girl.
Brooke Davis smiled and waved at the bartender as she brushed through the crowd. This was a side of her that none of her friends knew about. They wouldn't understand…or approve. Through the small sea of people, she caught a glimpse of the boy nursing a beer in the corner of the bar. He was deep in thought, probably calculating and planning his next deal. As if he sensed her presence, cobalt met hazel and his furrowed brow creased out. His signature smirk etched at his features and her dimples became fully exposed.
The boy unconsciously licked his lips as the girl walked towards him, her hips always swayed just the right way. He had gripped them enough times to know exactly what they were capable of. He straightened up out of his slouch as she took a seat next to him at the high top.
"You reek." She pointed out in a low, raspy tone before she grabbed his stainless steel Zippo next to the ashtray that housed 3 of his Marlboro butts in it. A perfectly manicured hand flipped the lighter open and idly, she played with the small flame.
Not answering right away, the boy waved at the bartender as a signal to bring the girl a drink. The older gentleman behind the bar held up a bottle of vodka and the boy merely nodded. He finally brought his attention back to the girl, whose foot was now rubbing against his calf beneath the table.
"That's never stopped you before." He retorted. The bartender sat down the light red drink in front of Brooke. "Just put this one on my tab."
Brooke merely rolled her eyes. That was his code for 'no more joints here'. He must have either sold everything on him already or bartered most of his weed for beer.
"Lucas, you know you don't have to pay for me."
Lucas Scott gave Brooke Davis a bewildered expression before snatching the lighter from her grasp. "I'm a working man, Davis." He said mumbled due to the lit cancerstick hanging from the corner of his lips. "Don't insult me."
The brunette dangled her drink in her hand, sipping it ever-so-seductively. Like this bar, Lucas was not her type by any means. Sure he was undeniably attractive but they were from completely different circles at school. While Brooke was in the popular crowd, Lucas was considered a criminal. She cared too much about everything and he didn't give a shit about anything. He was a fucking asshole and she was a royal bitch. The Princess and the Go-To Drug Dealer of Tree Hill High weren't exactly a match made in superficial heaven. The mutual lust for each other definitely helped, though.
And then there was the elephant in the room: her on-again-off-again boyfriend of over three years. Julian Baker. Her parents had always reassured her that she and Julian were destined to be together. But recently, Brooke couldn't help but think that maybe fate fell short this time. Right now, Tree Hill's richest teenagers were in the 'off' mode. They always were during the summer. Julian lived in his parents' Italian villa from June 'til September. Brooke Davis wasn't stupid. She knew what Julian was up to overseas. So why couldn't she have some fun too?
That's what Lucas Scott was. Fun. He was an escape- rough around the edges and dangerous- the polar opposite of Julian. Her relationship with Julian was comfortable. Her parents approved and Brooke knew what to expect. Her fling with Lucas, however, was anything but that. They argued, bickered, and constantly teased each other whenever either one of them opened their mouths. When they weren't speaking, they were fucking. And every once in a while they managed to function normally. She never knew what would happen next. Lucas Scott was exhilarating.
The sex was incredible, too. And although she'd never admit it, Lucas was much better than Julian had ever been.
They didn't have to speak most of the time. And the silence was never awkward. Both knew what was going to happen. Brooke glanced over to see Lucas undressing her with his eyes as he took a drag off of his cigarette. The familiar feeling of desire bubbled within her. She tipped back her drink, wanting to at least finish it before they stepped aside to fulfill their needs.
But Lucas could read her like an open book. With a devilish smirk, he kept his gaze locked on Brooke as he reached to his left and slid a quarter into the jukebox. Without peeling his eyes away from his vixen, he punched in the code to one of his favorite songs. Within ten seconds, Brooke let out an exasperated groan when she recognized the bass line. She hated what he put on. Especially when she knew that playing 'Needles and Pins' was his way of telling everyone in the bar to avoid the back alley for at least 20 minutes. It was his version of a 'Do not disturb' sign. But at the same time, she loved it. She was drawn to his confidence and self-assurance.
Leaving his beer on the table, Lucas stood up and smirked at Brooke. She didn't hesitate to follow suit and placed her hand in his as they walked out the backdoor of the bar. Within two seconds, Lucas flicked his cigarette aside and pinned her against the brick wall of the building roughly. Brooke Davis was something he craved more than nicotine. The outside air felt so cold and low in comparison to the interior of the bar, refreshing to both of them.
Lucas tugged at the hem of her blouse. He wanted to take off her clothes, immediately. But he had to keep in mind they were in public. Brooke hooked her fingers through the belt loops of his jeans, yanking him forward and therefore, closing the space between them even more. She wanted him just as badly as he needed her, judging from his hardness that was now pressed against her thigh. A loud moan escaped from her lips as Lucas began planting a trail of warm, wet kisses down her neck to her collarbone. His fingers wandered up her pencil skirt. He let a gruff growl out when he discovered she had opted to skip wearing any panties tonight.
Brooke, in turn, swatted his strong arm out from under her skirt. Lucas retreated quickly with an impatient, 'what-the-fuck' expression. The brunette smirked and stood on her tippy toes as she brushed her lips against his. She ran her tiny hands over his broad chest slowly as she softly swayed to the song he had played.
"I have a confession: I may or may not enjoy this shit you call music." She murmured into his lips. She showed him one of the many ways she could move as she rolled her hips into his.
Lucas' breath hitched in his throat. She had this effect on him since Day Fuckin 1. He closed his eyes, trying to imagine every little thing she had done to seduce him over the past three months. He felt her delicate hand unbuckle his jeans before dipping below the elastic waistband of his boxer-briefs. With his eyes rolled in the back of his head, Lucas knew he was a goner. Fuck it. He loved all the things she did. Whether he would admit it or not, he was feeling Brooke Davis. He wasn't looking forward to when senior year began and Julian Baker came back to Tree Hill.
Brooke had already found the Trojan from the wallet in his back pocket.
Luke's bare white ass was now exposed as his jeans and boxers were held up just above his knees. Porcelain legs wrapped around his waist. The pencil skirt was carelessly pushed up her thighs. Brooke was too lost in the moment to yell at him for it though. It didn't take long before he took the deep plunge in and two moans echoed throughout the empty alley. Brooke winced as her small of her back scraped against the concrete surface of the building. Luckily for Lucas, Brooke Davis liked her pleasure spiked with pain.
The regulars only shook their heads to themselves as the boy and the girl resurfaced in the bar disheveled and short of breath. The girl's cheeks were flushed- the boy's belt wasn't buckled. Both had lopsided grins. They took their respected seats at their designated table in the corner by the jukebox. The girl ran a hand through her chocolate locks as she took a long swig of her cranberry and vodka while the boy lit up a post sex cigarette.
The boy flagged down the bartender and wiggled his finger between himself and the girl, signaling for another round.
"I'll be right back..." Lucas said absentmindedly, surveying the group of older men over by the pool tables. Brooke scoffed in response and merely sipped on her drink. The blonde stopped in his tracks for a moment and looked directly at the brunette. "I still don't know why you care so goddamn much."
Brooke refused to meet his gaze. She picked a spot on the wall to fixate on. "I don't care. I just find it disgusting."
With a frustrated sigh, Lucas stuffed his hands into his pockets to make sure an 8 ball was still securely in place. "Not all of us have mommy and daddy's credit card to depend on."
The girl rolled her eyes as the boy left her side. She watched as he approached the familiar group at the pool tables. Being around weed was one thing, but cocaine was something else. She knew she shouldn't have been surprised the first time he confessed what he had on him- his profession was well known around school- but she had gotten to know Lucas. His rough exterior was a front mostly. And she did care. She didn't want anything to happen to Lucas.
She knew she shouldn't care about him, but she did.
He had come into her life fast, abruptly, and at the perfect time.
Rachel had convinced Brooke to go out to a small place outside of town the first night after Julian left for the summer. Rachel loved when he was gone- her best friend could finally have fun and go out without constantly checking in with her boyfriend. Brooke, on the other hand, wasn't exactly looking for fun just yet. Typically, her dimpled smile was faded during the three-month stretch of the summer. She wouldn't say it aloud, but she felt like shit knowing Julian was off with slutty European girls. But in true Rachel fashion, she didn't give Brooke much of a choice in the matter tonight.
"Where are we going again, bitch?" Brooke wasn't in the mood for Rachel's usual antics, especially considering the fact that she was driving.
"A bar."
"Why couldn't we just stay in Tree Hill? There's nothing out here." It was true. The lack of street lights and vast open fields made the car ride feel like it was straight out of a horror movie.
"Jesus Christ, Brooke. Fucking relax. Tim's brothers shitty weed isn't going to cut it tonight and-"
The brunette held her hand up to stop Rachel mid sentence. "So let me get this straight: I'm upset about my boyfriend leaving-"
"You're on a break…"
"and your tiny, little brain goes: 'I know! Let's take Brooke on a drug deal! She'd love that!' Rachel I don't even smoke."
The red head scoffed as she gripped the steering wheel tighter. "If you'd let me fucking finish talking you would know that this guy would let us drink for free. Everyone at this bar eats out of the palm of his hand."
Rolling her eyes, Brooke rested her head against the window of Rachel's Yukon. "Because my idea of a great night definitely includes a grimy drug dealer getting me shitfaced."
Rachel said nothing, clearly pissed that Brooke had already deemed this night a failure. But she didn't care. She wanted good shit.
Brooke noticed her friend's changed demeanor. Sighing, the brunette sat up straight and offered Rachel an apologetic smile. "So how'd you find out about this guy…and this place for that matter?"
Turning down the stereo, Rachel smirked slyly before checking herself out in the rearview mirror, clearly over Brooke's mini tantrum. "Oh, I know him. So do you. Well, at least of him."
This peaked the passenger's interest. Shifting in her seat, Brooke furrowed her brow in thought. "I do?" She asked, disbelievingly. Rachel just nodded as she applied another coat of lipgloss on.
A few miles later, Rachel pulled into the crowded parking lot of The Blue Post. The flickering neon beer signs were the only source of light for what seemed like miles. Brooke eyed her surroundings nervously as she followed Rachel's lead and exited the SUV.
"Rach, are you sure about this?"
Before she got an answer her eyes met a tall figure leaning against the front door with a cloud of smoke surrounding his face. Brooke lingered behind her friend, not wanting to really be seen or recognized by the boy.
"Typical. Standing alone on the street with a cigarette…you really don't switch it up much do you, Scott?"
Lucas Scott smirked and emerged out of the shadows, carefully approaching the two. "I got an image to maintain. I'm sure you understand, Red." He paused, taking a drag off of his boagie. "Plus I like the fresh air."
The blonde poked his around Rachel, seeing who was hiding behind her. Both eyebrows raised, he merely nodded and stuffed his hands deep into his pockets. "Interesting…" he murmured.
Rachel laughed at his reaction and playfully nudged Lucas' shoulder, which left Brooke incredibly surprised. "Ok, Brooke, this is Lucas Scott. Lucas this is-"
"Brooke Davis." He finished for Rachel as he kept his eyes patiently focused on the brunette. "Come on Red, we all know how small Tree Hill is."
"Yeah well, I was thinking we could have a few drinks before we get on with our night. Or would that cramp your style?"
Lucas let out a dry laugh and flicked his cigarette aside. "Homecoming Queen on one side and the Prom Queen on the other? I think I can manage." He held the door open for both Rachel and Brooke, but his icy blue eyes lingered on the brunette. It surprised him at how quiet she was being. But then again she was most likely completely out of her element. "Red, pull up another chair to my table. I'll get you your usual."
Brooke was learning all sorts of things tonight. The Other Scott knew Rachel drank tequila sunrises? The nicknames and playful banter between the two had opened her eyes to a different side of Rachel. Was she actually friends with Lucas Scott? The two didn't speak at school. Nor did Brooke suspect anything sexual between them, but then again: who the hell knew who Rachel was fucking these days?
Her mind stopped running the second she heard his deep voice. "What's your poison?" Freezing on the spot, Brooke cleared her throat, noticing Rachel was nowhere in sight.
"Um, it's ok. I can get it." It was blatantly obvious that she was nervous and unsure of what to expect. She didn't trust him. And quite frankly, he scared her a little bit. Brooke had witnessed enough fights he had been involved in to know that Lucas Scott was not someone to fuck with.
The blonde shook his head and offered her a small grin. "I got it covered. Don't worry."
"Cranberry Vodka, then."
Brooke quickly made her way to the table Rachel was now seated at and didn't give her a chance to say anything. "Lucas Scott knows your usual?"
"Yeah, I buy from him from time to time."
"Does he treat all of his customers like this? Or are you slutting it up for your Drug Dealer Friend?"
The red head snorted as Lucas carefully placed the two mixed drinks down on the glossy table.
"Hey Scott, Brooke wants to know if I put out for free trees."
Lucas squinted incredulously and looked back and forth between the two girls. Rachel sat with a smug expression while Brooke's mouth hung open from sheer embarrassment.
"Red's too high maintenance. Besides, I don't do business like that."
He sat down, sipping on his Miller High Life and choosing not to get offended over Brooke's assumption. He lowered his voice so only those at their table could hear him. "But speaking of business. What do you want?"
"Dub and a j for the road."
Lucas tipped his beer back, downing half of it. "Twenty five. Sour D ok?"
"Duh. Do you know me, Scott?"
Brooke listened in, trying to decipher the conversation as she heavily sipped the drink Lucas had gotten her. What the fuck? Might as well get drunk if Rachel planned on hanging out and getting high.
Rachel let out a muffled 'fuck' as her phone rang. She eyed the caller id and excused herself, stating she "needed to take this" and left Brooke alone with Lucas.
They sat in silence for a moment, neither one really knowing what to say. Brooke swirled the tiny red straw around her empty glass. Lucas waved at the bartender and ordered Brooke another drink. "So, first weekend of the summer and you're stuck drinking with me...how'd you manage that one, Davis?"
"Rachel." She stated simply, glancing over at him out of the corner of her eye. His smirk was infuriating yet incredibly sexy at the same time. She took the chance to take in his appearance. Scruffy facial hair, dark jeans, black t-shirt that fit him perfectly…he was looking good.
"She always manages to get me to agree to do things without knowing what they are."
"Ohhh, okay, okay. That explains the surprised-as-fuck look and the ice treatment. She didn't tell you." The bartender cleared their table and placed fresh drinks before them.
A small smile tugged at the brunette's lips. "Yeah, I'm sorry about that. It's just that I really don't…um, know you."
"You know OF me, I get it. It's cool."
Half an hour had passed and Rachel was still outside on the phone, not like Brooke had noticed. She was now on her third drink and she had warmed up a considerable amount to Lucas, who surprisingly was managing to make her laugh.
"So who would I be Scott? Homecoming Queen or Prom Queen?"
Lucas pondered the question for a moment, tapping his index finger against his chin as if he were deep in thought. "I'm going with the Prom Queen? But how should I know? I don't buy into all that Susie Highschool shit."
"Ohhh that's right," Brooke cooed mockingly, "you're too edgy and too badass to like anything socially acceptable!"
Lucas, in response, rolled his eyes and finished the rest of his beer. "It's all just one big popularity contest, you know that. Petty bullshit that won't matter in 2 years so why bother?"
"Because it's fun. Duh." She stated simply as if it was the most obvious thing on the face of the planet.
Lucas tried to argue against her, but her smile was too goddamn infectious. Grinning like an idiot, began flipping his Zippo over in his hand. "You smoke?" He asked, changing the subject.
"Once in a while, but I prefer drinking. The whole 'puff-puff-pass' scene is more Rachel's style."
Her hazel eyes flared up defensively when Lucas snorted at her expense. "I meant cigarettes. I know the people I've done business with, and you, Pretty Girl, are not one of them. Tree Hill High is my territory."
Regaining her composure, Brooke sat up with her nose crinkled in disgust. "Cancer, black lungs and yellow teeth? No thank you."
Fuck him for even asking. "Am I really that repulsive, Brooke Davis?"
She smirked, shrugging her shoulders while letting out a deep breath. "Not completely. You're really not THAT bad."
Leaning into Lucas, Brooke's voice got progressively raspier. "Not exactly Prom King material, but there's always exceptions."
Lucas propped up on his elbows and failed miserably at hiding his sly smirk. His gaze traveled south, eyeing her perfect lips. "Don't deny it, Davis. Good girls like to sin."
From across the bar, the redhead watched as the boy slouched back into his seat after lighting another cigarette. The girl brought her eyes off of him as she bit on her bottom lip and ran her fingertip around the rim of her glass. At least they weren't screaming at each other.
Rachel skipped up to the high top table, giving an apologetic smile to both Brooke and Lucas. "Sorry guys, we gotta go. Booty calls."
Brooke raised both of her eyebrows, clearly impressed at Rachel's god given ability. "Can you at least drop me off before?" The last thing Brooke wanted to hear was Rachel moaning in the next room.
"He's doing summer session at Duke…" Rachel trailed off, giving Lucas her best puppy dog eyes as Brooke began piecing everything together. Tree Hill was way out of the way and Rachel's attitude was urgent. A sexually frustrated Rachel was an overly bitchy Rachel.
Sighing, Brooke brought her full attention to the blonde. "Can I get a ride?"
The boy nodded silently, unaware of what he would be getting himself into.
Outside of the girl's massive residence, the boy's blue Jeep Wrangler came to a slow stop. His eyes widened at the sight of the place. It was easily one of the biggest houses he had ever seen.
The girl offered the boy a soft dimpled smile before tucking a strand of loose hair behind her ear. "Thank you, Lucas."
"Not a problem."
The girl unbuckled her seatbelt and glanced over at her house. A still darkness settled behind the windows. Richard and Victoria were gone most of the summer months, leaving Brooke to do whatever she pleased. Before she left the car, the girl abruptly turned to the boy.
"Do you wanna come in? Have a drink? I owe you a couple.
The boy weighed his options for a moment and nervously drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. "I don't think Baker would appreciate it…"
Brooke reached over his lap and pulled the keys out of the ignition. "He's out of the country until school starts. Come on, don't make me drink alone!"
Lucas caved, rolling his eyes in fake annoyance as he climbed out of the Jeep. "I don't really have much of a choice, do I?"
The interior of the Davis household was nothing less of impressive. The boy swallowed the lump in his throat as he watched the girl slowly bend over to open her parent's mahogany liquor cabinet. "No beer?" She looked at him knowingly over her shoulder as she grabbed a bottle of gin. "Seriously?"
Lucas inhaled deeply and nodded with a small smirk. "Fair enough." His murmur accompanied his habit of stuffing his hands into his pockets.
"This side of you- it's cute. I never thought I'd see the day when the little rich girl would make the big bad drug dealer nervous." The girl's voice was lower, raspier.
The boy scoffed and shook his head. "I'm not nervous. And if I was, it wouldn't be 'cute'."
A beat passed as she poured two gin and tonics into highball glasses. "That's right. You have that," Brooke slowly closed the gap between them, taking a step with each word, "dark, mysterious, dangerous charm."
The girl handed the boy a drink before pressing her lips against her own glass. The boy followed suit and sipped at the clear mixed drink.
"So, do I get a tour?"
"Maybe."
"Maybe?"
"A Davis tour is long. You have to earn it."
The girl's eyebrow was kinked. The boy's smirk was wide. He placed his drink down on the perfectly shined bar. The girl slapped at his hand before grabbing two coasters. Both glasses sat perched on the mahogany surface as the boy took one step closer to the girl.
"Earn it?" He questioned, his icy orbs never leaving her hazel gaze.
The boy's hand found the small of her back, pulling the girl even further into him. His head dipped low, leaving his lips hovering dangerously over hers, teasing the girl until her eyes fluttered shut. In an instant- the Prom Queen and the Drug Dealer were meshed together.
The kiss was intense, rough, and incredible. The girl's hands gripped at the soft cotton covering his chest as the boy's teeth tugged on her lower lip.
To say the least, Lucas Scott earned a tour.
Brooke showed him the way to bed. Showed him the way she moved. And Lucas loved all the things she could do.
The following morning, the girl woke up to the boy lightly tracing along every curve of her body.
The boy asked- "Where do we go from here?"
The girl answered- "After a night like that, I think we should hang out the whole summer."
They boy nodded in agreement before scrambling out of bed in search of his clothes. The girl's voice him stopped him from progressing.
"Turn all the blinds down now."
Both the boy and the girl were smiling from ear to ear and soon their breathing had got too loud.
The tour continued. Brooke showed him the bedroom floor. Then the bathroom mirror when Lucas perched her up on the counter, squeezing himself in between her thighs.
"We're taking this way too slow," Brooke complained as Lucas began teasing her, brushing his lips over every inch of her skin. "take me away from here."
Back at Brooke's place, Lucas laid on his back as she slept soundly with her head upon his bare chest. The summer was coming to and end and he really didn't want to think about what was going to happen when Julian came back to Tree Hill. The two had agreed to keep their fling on the down low- mostly for the sake of both of their reputations. But they never really talked about what would happen when school started. The future honestly freaked him out. This was no longer superficial lust to Lucas. He was in trouble when it came to this girl, and he knew it. Pushing the thought aside, the boy looked to the past to remember her smile in hopes that tonight he could breathe for awhile. If he fell asleep all that it would mean that he'd be dreaming of her anyway.
A/N: So, I've been having major writer's block. Shit happens. But! I got inspired by my favorite album of all time: Blink-182's self-titled. Planning on molding this entire story around the lyrical content of each and every song off the album. Chapter a song- that sort of deal. If you dig this at all, I urge you to listen to the track or the album as a whole. And reviews are always nice and motivational. Continue? Yes? No?
