Ch.1: Lifestyles Of The Arrogant
Summary: Brooke Davis always had her way. She was the queen bee of Tree Hill High along with her best friend Peyton Sawyer. But what happens when a certain Nathan Scott catches her eye and she has a new conquest in mind. And then, just when things are smooth sailing with her little Nathan Scott adventure- a new guy at school grabs her attention, causing her to start an even bigger conquest. BRATHAN/BRUCAS.
Disclaimer: I do not own OTH, only the DVDs
A/N: Please read and review it would mean a lot!
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"Out. Get the fuck out of my room pinprick. Just because I said you could stay the night, didn't actually mean you could stay the night"
The poor man just layed there completely shocked as he felt the wrath of the one and only Brooke Davis upon him. Love him and leave him. That was how it always was.
"What the hell why are you still here at least 10 seconds have passed. Out. GET THE FUCK OUT!" She yelled as she threw the hairbrush she was using to brush her hair at him, causing him to stumble out of bed and collect his clothes.
Once she heard the door close shut from downstairs she blasted her music which this morning was Promiscuous by Nelly Furtado. Truth was that Brooke sort of hated this type of music, but it was easy to dance to, and Brooke loved to dance.
The halls of Tree Hill High were a runway for Brooke Davis. She always looked fierce and independent, and in way, she looked dangerous. Very dangerous. Let's just say she wasn't exactly the type that you'd take home to your mother. That is unless you plan on sending your mother to her deathbed a few years in advance- and if you are you're a sick, twisted person. Brooke Davis was every guys' dream. She had it all. The sultry attitude, the sarcastic wit, the Davis charm that always left you wanting more. Not to mention the absolutely flawless body and dimples so adorable that she could get her way no matter what the circumstances. Brooke Davis was a femme fetal. Guys wanted her and girls wanted to be her.
She stood tall and proud at 5 feet seven inches and weighed a mere 121 pounds. Her skin was always clear, her hair was always perfect, not to mention her smile was always heart melting. Brooke Davis would one day take over the world, this I can promise you.
She was a female player, she got whoever and whatever she wanted whenever she wanted it. Looks are more then deceiving when it comes to this girl. Don't be fooled by the innocent vibe she so cleverly gives off. Don't be fooled at all. Brooke Davis was a mean girl. She could make someone's life miserable for all eternity and not loose a minute of sleep over it. She was a slut and everybody knew it, but they would never call her on it, ever. She was who she was and she would destroy you if you ever sided against her.
For example, in her freshmen year a senior, Suzanne Collins, was overheard talking about how Brooke Davis thought she was 'the shit' during an A block class. Which she was, obviously. Well let's just say that Suzanne never showed her face at Tree Hill again seeing as all through out B block Brooke had Suzanne's boyfriend Dave in the janitor's closet doing God only knows what.
Poor girl. Ha, yeah right.
Poor girl my ass. Brooke didn't have feelings. It was a scientific fact.
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Nathan Scott, most famous for his role as de-virginizing the young, innocent tutor girl Haley James. His whole plan for it was pretty ingenious actually. He had a bet going that he supposedly couldn't 'tap that', as his challenged friend Tim so obnoxiously put it. He had to win it, he needed to win it. He had gone so far to actually marrying the damn bitch. He had to admit though, entering her tightness was one of the most rewarding things he had ever done, not to mention the gloating he did afterwards. It was amazing. And the poor girl didn't even see it coming.
Psh, vows my ass.
He was a stud who got what he wanted all the time and every time. He had more girls then Wilmer Valderama and more one night stands then Paris Hilton. He was a man whore. And he was damn proud of it.
Of course word got around about Nathan's playboy ways, but still girls lined up to date him, knowing what they know about him. He had it all. He was the man. He was practically God. He made the Abercrombie Models look like Jack Black in a thong. Which isn't very interesting after the first minute or so. Nathan Scott was a Tree Hill legend when it came to the female population. They all wanted him, even those who say they didn't. A few minutes of the Scott charm and he had them wrapped around his large, and talented, finger. Hell, even some of the male population wanted him.
Sorry guys, Nathan doesn't swing that way. Thank God.
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"Hey bitch"
"Hey hoe"
This was none other then the little morning greeting between the two most notorious girls of Tree Hill High. Brooke Davis and Peyton Sawyer. The brunette and the blondie. The Betty and the Veronica. Only not in cartoon and 1000 times hotter. The two leaned against the lockers non-chalantly as the girl to the side of them awkwardly attempted to open her locker, that was at the time located behind Peyton's back.
Good luck bitch.
"Uhm…excuse me..uhm…could you move over a bit..?"
"Uhm, excuse me. Could you like, uhm, fuck off?" Brooke asked, well, more like demanded the young girl, looking at her as if she were some sort of disgusting used condom on the side of the street. This of course, caused the girl to run off into the closest bathroom, probably in tears.
"You're such a bitch, sometimes I wonder why we're even friends"
"Cause you're a bitch too, silly" Came the reply of the perky brunette as she linked arms with her best friend, ready to take on another long, way too boring day of school.
Today, Brooke was clad in a pair of dark blue, almost black True Religion jeans that hugged her hips longingly, on the top she had on a black lacy Marc Jacobs tank top that flowed a little around her hips and gave off an innocently angelic vibe despite the extremely low cut. On her newly pedicured feet, she had on a pair of pointed Jimmy Choo black flats and she lugged around a big black leather purse by Coach. Her dark brown locks were down and slightly wavy with her layers framing her face in a 'I just roll out of bed looking this hot' way. A black headband rested on her head letting her hair be pushed back a little with a poof, framing her all too perfect features.
Peyton, on the other hand, was dressed in a black leather skirt by Marc Jacobs and a red Ramones wifebeater with killer black strappy heels. Her head full of long luscious blonde curls as usual and her honey blonde eyes lined lightly with black liner, and smudged just enough to be considered sexy.
"This is bull shit I don't want to go to Health I think I'm healthy enough.." Brooke groaned as the bell rang.
"I have art but we can skip next block and head to the mall, maybe have a little dress room fuck. Could be fun.. Love ya slut"
"Love ya skank"
Brooke rolled her green-hazel eyes before making her way into the classroom, late, as usual. The teacher knew by now not to question her when she came in late. Last time he scolded her she had nearly gotten him fired. It was fun, actually, having complete and utter control over people.
Smiling at the thought, Brooke took a seat in the back as the video began to play. As she doodled little drawings all over her notebook, bored out of her mind. Why'd she have to watch a video about safe sex when she could be out practicing it instead?
That was her theory.
As she was about to raise her hand, in hopes of going to the bathroom and never coming back, the door opened once more, and an all too familiar figure walked in.
The teacher, of course, pretended as if he didn't notice Nathan's arrival. For if he did he would have to scold him, only to be humiliated infront of his entire class by Nathan's jackass response.
Nathan looked around the room, observing his options. The only reason he had actually came to class that day was because he had spend the last block fucking the brains out of Cindy Driscoll, and needed to sit down. A devilish grin spread across his handsome features as he spotted a very hot Brooke Davis at a large desk by herself, obviously engrossed in her doodles.
Perfect.
Making his way to the back, he plopped down next to Brooke who only looked up at him after several moments, having not realized he was there.
"Can I help you?" She asked shortly, not bothering to hide the annoyance in her face.
"As a matter of fact you can.." He said with a coy look as he eyed her up and down with obvious desire. "..but it would require a lot less clothing then that.." His hot breath was on her neck as he fingered the top of her lacy shirt, getting extremely close to her ample cleavage.
To say that Brooke was used to guys like this would be an understatement. It happened more then four times a day and was getting pretty old. But the surprising thing wasn't that it was happening for the sixth time that day, but it was happening with Nathan Scott.
She took his finger from him and decided to play along. I mean, it was always fun to fuck with people's minds right?
Of course.
She brought his finger deep into the crease of her perfect cleavage and saw a smug look spread across Nathan's features. But also, she couldn't help but notice her eyes grow larger as she lead him deeper inside the crease.
"I suggest removing your head from your ass Nathan Scott, because clearly you are out of your fucking mind if you think this little plan of yours is ever going to get past that" She said coyly as she moved his hand away and let it drop to the table causing a very heated Nathan.
"We both know it's going to get way past that.." He said huskily as he leaned close to her face. It was almost as if their lips were about to touch when the bell rang, bringing them back to reality.
"Yeah? Any other pathetic little remarks you'd like to throw my way in hopes of boosting your already deflated ego?" Brooke tried her best to make her voice seem strong and confident but her knees felt like jelly when he whispered those words to her. As if this were some sort of game.
"Brookie, your sweet sarcasm isn't as intimidating as you think, " He began, his deep blue eyes burning holes into her hazel-green as he leaned in, dangerously close to her ear, causing his lips to graze it as he spoke, his breath hot on her skin."..see you after school " He said with a grin before getting up and leaving.
That left Brooke with a cloud of confusion over her head. See you after school? What was he planning..? Oh.. Basketball. Cheerleading.
Nice job dumb ass.
She shook her body of these jitters and walked out into the hall in hopes of finding her best friend. And sure enough, Peyton's signature head of curls almost immediately clouded Brooke's vision and the two of them walked out onto the campus and into Brooke's new black Hummer that she had gotten for the Fourth of July. Yes, the Fourth of July. She sped away, ignoring the confused bickering best friend in the front seat.
"So what do you think about Nathan Scott?" She said, her voice laced with obvious curiosity.
Peyton laughed, knowing what this was about.
"He's hot, and not to mention one of the best fucks I've ever had.." She winked at Brooke and the two girls giggled like little boys at Christmas. Or ya know..like girls giggling about the talent of a guy in bed. "He wants you I hear, I heard Tim talking to him this morning…he said something like.."
Peyton's face squinched up as she tried to remember the conversation she had overheard earlier.
"Uhmm..'she's mad dope yall should tap that ass'" She said with a proud nod, seeing as she remembered.
"Ew"
"Yeah I know..but hey..it could be fun. I mean, you never messed with Nathan before right? And not to mention we never messed with his head before..." Peyton reasoned with a wiggle of the eyebrows. "I mean, look what he did to that Hally girl..or was it Haley…"
"Tutor Slut?"
"Brooke, she's not a slut she like, lost her virginity to Nathan, you knew that you dipshit"
"Fuck you I forgot…but go on with the whole..messing with Nathan thingy mac bobber…"
"Uh, alright. I think you should make him think you want him bad. Bring out the slut in you..well, clearly there's no need for it to be brought out.." She teased playfully. But truth was, they both knew Brooke was a slut. And hey, so was Peyton.
"Hmm..I like what you're thinking goldilocks…alright. Operation Nathan Scott has commenced!"
She said with a devilish grin as she pulled into the parking lot of the mall and looked over to Peyton with a sly wink.
"Alright come on fat ass I'm gonna need some hot new outfits for this..and not to mention some killer lingerie" She winked as they both hopped out of the car, Peyton slapping Brooke's ass on the way.
"We both know I'm a skinny bitch Brooke. But I'll let you call me a fat ass, only cause I love you"
"Love you too….fat ass"
And for the rest of the day Brooke only had two things on her mind. – Buying some hot new lingerie and fucking the living day lights out of Nathan Scott.