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My name is Brooke fucking Davis. If you don't know my name by now, you will remember it soon. I'm 16 years of pure bitch and goddess. Cross me, and you'll never get a second chance.
I've been called everything under the sun--slut, whore, bitch…you think you can call me something I haven't been told 20 times before? You're wrong. I know what I am, and I don't need you to tell me. Not that I care. It's not like anyone's perspective matters any how. I'm number one in my life and always will be. As for everyone else…? Well, they are below me somewhere--that's all that counts.
I smile my secret smile as I sit in this vapid class known as Geography. Yes, because memorizing all the countries in Africa will help me in life after high school. I'm doodling in my notebook. Boredom is thy name…hearts….stars…Oh, sorry, I'm no Peyton Sawyer. I can't draw my thoughts in elaborate collages of emo angst. Speaking of Peyton…I look to my left and there she sits, her boyfriend, Nathan, sits in front of her--yet is turned around all ears to whatever she is saying.
There is that smile again…
I enter the conversation w/ Peyton…
"…so my Dad said I couldn't go out…" she was saying, when I cut in.
"So I had to go the party without her."
I look at Nathan, "As you know," I added.
There bobs the Adam's apple. My mind flashes to hot lips on hot lips…Nathan ripping off my shirt. Oops! I turn to Peyton.
"Your boyfriend was a very bad boy last night…"
Oh God, the look of terror in his eyes is priceless.
I smile, "He didn't get drunk and all he did was talk about you…"
I bite my lip, thinking back…
"Brooke! Oh my fucking God…Brooke…you feel so gooood…." Damn straight.
Nathan nods like a good boy and shrugs.
Peyton looks up at him with those doe eyes.
"Awww, just make me feel bad. I love you baby."
"I love you too…" Ha, I can hear the choke on those words.
He kisses her as I cock a brow, a small smile on my face. I lick my lips and watch his eyes flick towards me for just a second…just long enough to see that look in his eyes. That's right. Alright whooped. Just how I like my toys.
When Peyton excuses herself to the bathroom, I look at Nathan nonchalantly.
"I hate Geography…"
"Me too," he says, rather uneasily.
I spread my legs slightly, my hands braced on the seat in between them--blocking something he wishes he could see right now. I smile, seeing where his eyes are lingering as he licks his lips.
"Why, Nathaniel Scott! I don't think girlfriend would approve."
Nathan quickly looks away, if only for a second. That's right, cant stay away for long.
"So…" he begins casually. "What are you doing later…?"
"You?" I ask, my tone lowered. "Is that what you are wondering? Am I doing you?"
His eyes are widened a bit, surprised by my candor. I'm blunt, what can I say?
"Um…well…yeah, please?"
I laugh. "Well since you said please…"
I look him up and down, thinking about what I know he's thinking about…
His hands clutched either side of my hips, slamming me harder and harder on top of him and I scratched the fuck out of his chest…so good…
"Okay," I agree.
" 'kay…" he smiles. Awww, how precious. I laugh.
"I don't feel like going to my next class…I feel sick…I think Im going to go home…" I tilt my head.
"Yeah…my off period is next…"
I grin like a Cheshire cat. Good boy.
Peyton is walking back in.
I feign a pout.
"Hey, I think Im gonna jet out after this class, I feel sick…"
Peyton frowns, "Want me to come with?"
"It's cool, call me later…"
Just then the bell rings. Ha.
Nathan walks out w/ Peyt, his hand draped over her arm. I smile at both of them as we depart.
"See ya," my eyes lingering just a second longer on Nathan…
I'll see him, I think to myself as I start my car and head home.
And I have to giggle that within a matter of minutes his Mustang caught up to mine as we play cat and mouse on the way to my house…
We park in front of my house, kissing frantically as we enter the house--parents are outta town.
We wont make it upstairs…
End.