I know, you all probably thought I fell off the face of the Earth, and for a while I wished I would have! And this isn't exactly an update of any of my stories, but, whatever, it's what I wanted to do!
So, I originally planned for this to be an actual story, but considering my success rate with updating and finishing stories as of lately, I'm keeping this as a oneshot.
It's definitely AU and definitely rated M. Let me know what you think!
Brooke Davis is the queen of Tree Hill High. Literally. Prom queen, homecoming queen, anything that deserves a crown, Brooke has won. She can have any guy that she wants, and most her begging for her to do so. Yet, Brooke only has eyes for one man, and she's been saving herself for him ever since she laid eyes on him. She can remember that day as if it were yesterday. And now that she's graduated, she has two months to make it happen. And Brooke Davis tends to get what she wants.
It's the first day of high school for Brooke, and she sits nervously in a desk at the back of the classroom, waiting for the bells to ring and for class to start. She's usually not so studious, but she's nervous beyond words. In junior high, she ruled everything, but this was high school. There were upperclassmen to contend with, and she wasn't sure if she would be able to take over, like she once had.
Her best friend Rachel is sitting in the desk next to her, just as nervous as she is. Both of them are tapping their pens against the desk, just wanting the day to begin so it could get over with. They had spent over an hour that morning getting ready for the big day. Yet, when they got there, they didn't feel ready at all. Already, both girls didn't like the looks they'd received from some of the older girls. Before, in junior high, they would have held their heads high, making comments about how they were just jealous, but this was different. They were the freshmen, and freshmen weren't very well liked.
More and more students start shuffling in as time went on. Most of them are students she's been going to school with her whole life, but some are older, having flunked before. She isn't sure of the teacher, since it would be his first day, but she hopes it's not some old hag who would pound them with homework. After all, English has never been her best subject.
That's when it happens. Into the classroom walks the most beautiful man Brooke has ever laid eyes on. In slow motion he strides through the door, runs his fingers through his buzzed off dirty blond hair, and sets a brief case on his desk. He puts his hands on his hips, and glances around the classroom, squinting his sky blue eyes. Brooke vows to have him as she stares at him with an open mouth.
"Hello class," he begins to talk, and Brooke swoons even more at the sound of his husky voice. "I'm Mr. Scott, and I will be your English teacher for the next year."
Mr. Scott. The man of Brooke's dreams, and she's only has been in his presence for about thirty seconds. He clears his throat, and she involuntarily lets out a dreamy sigh. How is it possible that he is so perfect? He grabs a piece of chalk, and starts to write on the blackboard, but Brooke doesn't pay attention to what he's writing. Instead, she focuses on the way his muscles flex as he moves his arm along the chalkboard. And how his short-sleeved shirt is riding up his arm as he does so. It's a simple short-sleeved, button down shirt, tucked into khaki cargo pants. He's so hot.
"I'm going to start off by telling you a little about myself," he turns around, and Brooke's heart soars. She's dying to find out about him. "My first name is Lucas, but you should probably stick to calling me Mr. Scott, the administration kind of frowns on things like formality," the class laughs in response. "I grew up in Tree Hill all of my life, and for the most part I love it here. Our basketball team went to, and won, the state championship during my senior year, me as shooting guard, and my brother Nathan at point."
Brooke leans forward, putting her head in her hand, and staring dreamily up at Mr. Scott. High school is going to be awesome, she finally decides. And if basketball is important to him, then it's important to her. She's definitely trying out for cheerleading.
"I earned my teaching degree at Duke, where I majored in English, and teaching of course. My goal is to share my love and interest in this subject, so that all of you will be equally as interested as I am. There is nothing that can compare to being able to write, and understand our language and to communicate with each other in proper form."
Brooke sighs at the memory. It's been four years since he walked into her life, but he has never once left it since then. He has really changed her life, and he doesn't even know it. But, by the end of the summer, she's determined to make him realize how much she loves him, and hopefully make him realize, how much he loves her.
"Dreaming about Mr. Scott again," Rachel asks, plopping down on the couch next to her, and startling Brooke out of her thoughts. "I swear, your little obsession is just way unhealthy."
"Ugh," Brooke rolls her eyes. "Have you seen him, Rach? He's like the perfect man."
"Brooke, he's our teacher, and even though I'm pretty scandalous, even I know not to cross that line. You could get him into a lot of trouble, you know."
"He's not our teacher anymore," Brooke shrugs. "And, I am eighteen now, he can't get into trouble."
"Brooke, that's so wrong on so many different levels, I don't know which one to start at," Rachel shakes her head. "Anyway," she sighs, changing the subject, "what are you doing tonight?"
"Babysitting for Mr. Scott," Brooke's eyes light up. "He has some thing with Nathan and Haley to go to, so he asked me a couple days ago."
"You're really kind of pathetic, you know that?" Rachel laughs. "Not only are you his student, but his baby-sitter, who is trying to seduce him? There's a party tonight, and you're skipping out on it to baby-sit?"
"For Lucas, I am," Brooke nods her head.
"So now it's Lucas?"
"Yeah," Brooke says nonchalantly. "The other day he told me since he's not my teacher anymore, I could just call him Lucas. He doesn't like it because it makes him sound old."
"He is old, Brooke."
"He's not that old," Brooke says, defensively. "He's only like, twenty-six."
"And you're eighteen. He's eight years older than you."
"So, my dad is ten years older than my mom."
"Your mom married your dad for money."
"I love Lucas, and all that's all that matters."
"Brooke, if I didn't actually know that you were who you are, I would think you were some kind of weirdo, obsessed with her teacher. You're better than this. Come to the party with me tonight, find some random boy, and finally get a piece of ass. I can't believe you went all through high school without having sex."
"Rachel, I always get what I want, you know that. And I want Lucas Scott. And I'm not going to stop until I get him. When have I ever given up on something?"
"Never," Rachel mumbles, knowing Brooke's determined attitude all to well.
"Before I go to college, I will have Mr. Scott, end of story. No one is going to talk me out of it."
"What if he doesn't want you, Brooke?"
"He will want me, you wait and see."
"Do you just want to sleep with him, or are you planning on making him fall in love with you?"
"Both. But, more than anything, I want him to be my first."
"This is just weird," Rachel stands, while shaking her head. "I'm going to pretend like you're not some kind of weirdo, obsessed with our English teacher, and go to this party. You should come."
"Maybe," Brooke shrugs. "After I'm done babysitting, I'll think about it."
Brooke watches as Rachel leaves, and heaves a sigh. She doesn't know when Rachel had become so cynical towards her infatuation. She's always been right there next to her, saying how hot Mr. Scott was.
"He's so hot," Brooke leans over to whisper to Rachel. It's two weeks into their first year of high school, and still the teen could not get over how breathtaking her English teach is.
"Yeah, he is," Rachel nods, eyeing the teacher's lean, but built body. Whatever he does for maintaining his physique, definitely works. "Want to have a contest to see who can get him to blush the fastest?" Rachel has always been pretty daring, and Brooke has always been right by her side, either egging her on, or competing against her. So, it's no surprise to Brooke that she suggests this.
"Sure," Brooke shrugs, leaning back into her seat, and folding her arms across her chest.
"Mr. Scott," Rachel asks, raising her hand at the same time, beating Brooke to the punch.
"Yes, Miss Gattina," Lucas acknowledges her. He has some weird obsession with showing his students the same respect they show him, so he always uses either Mr. or Miss before each of their last names.
"Are you married?" She bluntly asks, while sitting back in her chair, and folding her arms across her chest.
Mr. Scott stutters at first, not knowing how to answer such a personal question. He's not embarrassed, but he's kind of curious as to why one of his students would want to know that about his personal life.
"Yes," he decides to be truthful. Brooke's heart falls into her stomach. "Any particular reason why you wanted to know?"
"My friend, Brooke," she points at her best friend, "wanted to know." Brooke shrinks into her chair, hoping to be invisible, even though she's sitting in the front row.
"And why is that," he turns his attention to Brooke, even though, for the first time, she doesn't want it. Brooke stays silent, not knowing how to answer. She knows she should come up with something clever, to get back at Rachel, and to make him blush, but his piercing blue eyes are all she can think about.
"She thinks you're hot," Rachel shrugs. Brooke's cheeks blaze red, while Mr. Scott's spike pink.
"Ahem," Mr. Scott clears his throat, obviously embarrassed. "Well, thank-you for that, Miss Gattina, but I'd appreciate it if you weren't so blunt from now on. Also, please let Miss Davis speak for herself from now on. I've heard her speak, and I know she doesn't need your voice to do it for her."
Rachel rolls her eyes just as the bell rings. She smirks towards Brooke, before standing up, and leaning towards her. "I won." She smiles proudly, while gathering her things. Brooke sticks her tongue out at her best friend. Sure, she's just embarrassed the hell out of her, but that's how their friendship works.
"Miss Davis," Mr. Scott calls out. Brooke halts everything she's doing to slowly look up at him. He's going to reprimand her for thinking he's hot. "Can you stay after, please, I would like a word with you."
"Yeah, sure," she nods, and sits back into her desk.
"Finally, you're chance to seduce the teacher," Rachel whispers to Brooke with a laugh. "Or maybe, he's finally noticed how hot you are, and he's going to seduce you."
"Shutup, Rachel," Brooke grumbles.
Once the classroom is cleared, Mr. Scott stands up and walks to the front of his desk. He leans back so he's resting against the desk, while his hands press firmly into it at his sides. Brooke's ready for him to yell at her for thinking he's hot, and she's bracing herself for his rejection.
"Miss Davis," he begins, and she wants to yell that it's Brooke, but she keeps her mouth shut. "I've been concerned with some of the assignments you've been turning in lately. You have the potential to be great at this, I can see it in you, but I don't think you're really applying yourself. If you're struggling at all, you can come to me, and I will help you. Otherwise, I can offer you a tutor."
Brooke's stunned. She isn't expecting a reprimand about her grades. "I-I-I'm sorry?" She offers, because she has no idea what else to say.
"No, don't be sorry," he shakes his head, and pushes himself away from the desk. He comes forward, and crouches down in front of her, his hands resting on her desk. "I don't know whether your parents are pushing you towards college, but this class is kind of important for your future. In almost any field you go into, this English is a fundamental you will need. And it's my job to make sure you fully understand what is going on. If you need extra help, feel free to stop by before or after school. I'm always here."
"Th-thank-you," she stutters. And she's not sure she's heard everything he's said right, because he's so close she can smell his masculine cologne, and see just how blue his eyes really are.
"Thank me four years form now when you're in college," he smiles, and Brooke's heart beats rapidly. His smile is to die for. "It's my job to make you pass, and that's what you're going to do, Brooke Davis, and hopefully with an A."
Brooke thinks that's when she actually fell in love with him. He was the first person to show that much interest in her academically, and she loves him for that. And as she heads up his front walk, to knock on his door, she smiles brightly at the memory. Because after that little talk, she took her English homework more seriously, and did get an A that year. And she has him to thank for her getting into college.
"Oh, hey, Brooke," Mr. Scott opens the door. Since they're out of school, and graduated, he's no longer calling her Miss Davis, and she loves it.
"Hey Mr. Scott," she says back, still feeling awkward about calling him Lucas to his face.
"Brooke, how many times have I told you its Lucas now?" He laughs, opening the door for her to come in.
"Sorry," she mumbles, passing by him, and accidently rubbing her shoulder against his muscular abs, sending tingles shooting through her stomach. "Where's Maya?"
"She's upstairs playing in the toy room," he closes the door behind her. "I'll go tell her you're here, and then get changed to go."
"Okay," Brooke nods, and watches him go. And she so badly wants to follow him into his room.
A few minutes later, Lucas' blonde haired daughter is running down the stairs yelling her name. The little girl is just as adorable as Lucas is. With little ringlets in her dirty blonde hair, and blue eyes just like her dad's. She is gorgeous, and some day Lucas would have his hands full trying to fight off the guys that are bound to coming knocking at the door.
"Daddy said you were coming to baby-sit," the girl smiles, wrapping her arms around Brooke's knees.
"Yep," Brooke bends down after the little girl lets go. "And we're going to have lots of fun, right?"
"Yep," she nods. "I've already got my Barbie house all set up for us to play. Right now Barbie is napping, so we have a little while before we have to go back up there."
"Okay," Brooke giggles, and then ruffles the girl's hair. Even though Brooke is in love with Lucas, it's not the reason she loves this little girl so much. Maya, or Amaya, was great. She was very smart, and very fun, and just so loveable, Brooke couldn't help it.
"Brooke," Lucas speaks from the top of the stairs, causing her to look up. And when she sees him, her mouth drops to the floor. He's coming down the stairs with his button up shirt undone, and his chiseled abs peeking through. "I'll only be gone for a little bit," he starts to explain, but Brooke can hardly hear him. When he reaches the last step, he starts to button up his shirt, much to Brooke's dismay. "Nathan has some banquet I have to go to. It's sounds boring, and I don't know why Haley can't just go with him, but he begged so I said yes."
Broke chuckles. "That's okay, Lucas. I don't mind watching Maya. In fact, I love doing it."
"Thanks, by the way," his face lights up with a smile, and his blue eyes sparkle. "Anyway, I have the number to my cell phone written on the fridge, like always. And I'll be home as soon as Nathan lets me leave."
"Take your time, and have fun," Brooke smiles, and thinks it's pointless for him to leave his number on the fridge every time she babysits, since she already knows it by heart.
"Thanks Brooke," he finishes buttoning his shirt, and then tucks it in.
"Daddy, doesn't Brooke look beautiful?" Maya asks, out of the blue. The little girl looks up to Brooke, a lot, since she's not used to having a woman around anymore.
"Yes, baby girl," he smiles at Brooke, and then kneels in front of his daughter. "Do you promise to be a good girl for Brooke tonight?"
"Yes, daddy," she nods. "I always am, huh Brooke?"
"Yes you are," Brooke smiles.
"Good," Lucas kisses her forehead. "Daddy will only be gone for a little bit, okay?" Maya nods her head enthusiastically. "Don't stay up too late. Go to bed when Brooke tells you it's time."
"I know, daddy," the blue eyed little girl responds, annoyed. Lucas and Brooke laugh.
"I love you, baby girl."
"I love you, too, daddy." Lucas kisses her one more time on the forehead, and then stands up.
"Thank-you, Brooke," he says one more time. "Just call if she's a problem."
"I will," Brooke smiles. He gets like this every time he's about to leave. It's not that he doesn't trust Brooke, because she's the only one he does trust, but he feels guilty about leaving his little girl.
With a few more good-byes, Lucas is finally out of the door, leaving Brooke and Maya alone.
"Finally," Maya huffs. "I though he was never gonna leave." Brooke laughs, and then follows as she leads her upstairs to her bedroom.
It's a little after midnight, and an hour after Brooke has put Amaya to sleep that Lucas arrives home. He's still as gorgeous as ever when he walks through he door, only now, he's got the smell of alcohol on him, and he's staggering a little bit. And Brooke's heart sings with glee when she notices, because when he comes home drunk, he loves to have long conversations about things that are very important to him, and Brooke loves to listen.
It's a little past midnight when Lucas arrives home. It's not the first time Brooke has baby-sat for him, but it is the first time he's come home a little inebriated. She's now a sophomore in high school, and she likes to think she's a little more mature than her freshman year.
"Hey, Brooke," Lucas cracks a smile. "How was Maya?"
"She was great," Brooke responds. "How was the party?"
"It was alright," he slightly slurs, and then sways to the side. "Come into the kitchen, and I will pay you."
Brooke follows him through the large living room to the kitchen. His house is larger than what it should be on a teacher's salary, but she figures it's probably something he bought with the sales of his first novel. Which she has read, and loves, even though the whole thing is about him loving another woman.
"Here ya go," he hands Brooke a fifty, and then plops down into a kitchen chair. "I'm sorry, but I don't think I should be taking you home tonight."
"That's okay," she shrugs, "and I really think fifty dollars is a little too much. I only watched her for a few hours."
"No, no, keep it," he smiles while standing up. "You're really great with her, Brooke, and I want to keep you around." He gets into his fridge and pulls out a beer. "Want one?" Brooke is surprised by his offer. He's her teacher, and he's never crossed that line before, but she eagerly accepts it anyway. He hands her a beer, and then sits back down, while instructing her to do so.
"I'm really glad she likes you," Lucas smiles, and then takes a drink. "Now that Peyton is gone, I'm not sure how I am going to handle all that girly stuff."
"You can do it," Brooke laughs. "It's not that hard."
"For you it's not," he sighs.
"What happened with Peyton?" Brooke doesn't mean to be so curious, well, yes she does, she just doesn't mean to be so obvious. But, it was killing her to know what happened between Mr. Scott and his wife.
"She left me," he flips his hand. "Right out of the blue. Said she couldn't handle being tied down anymore, so she just left. She doesn't even want anything to do with Maya."
"That's horrible."
"It is."
"But, you'll be able to find someone else." Like me, she thinks.
"Maybe, I don't know. How can I replace Maya's real mom? That just doesn't seem right."
"Well, I can help out as much as I can."
Lucas' hand reaches out, and lands on top of Brooke's. "Thank-you," and Brooke's heart melts with his words, and her skin his tingling from his touch.
The two have never talked about that night since. Brooke figures he was embarrassed by all of it, especially about letting her have a beer. But, even if he doesn't remember it, she still does, and it means a lot to her.
"Hey Brooke, how was Maya?" Lucas asks as soon as he sees her.
"Perfect, as always," she smiles. "How was your night?"
"Boring, like always," he laughs. "I guess that's what happens when you grow up. You just get old and boring, right?"
"Yeah, but don't you have your new book coming out soon?"
"No, I'm supposed to have my new book coming out soon. The editor has been riding me like crazy, but I've seemed to have lost my inspiration. Got any ideas?"
"I'm sure you can come up with something," she encourages. "You are Mr. Scott."
He laughs, and leads her into the kitchen. "It's Lucas now, remember?"
"Oh, right, I forgot."
He hands her a fifty from his wallet, and Brooke shakes her head. Even though she's gotten used to him giving her this much, she still never expects it. He goes to the fridge and pulls out two beers, before setting them both on the kitchen table and sitting down.
"I know I shouldn't be giving you this, but you're graduated now and over eighteen, right?"
"Yep," Brooke nods, and early sits down where he's set the beer. "Besides, it's not like I haven't ever drank before."
"Good thing I didn't know that in high school," he teases.
"It wasn't like it was that big of a secret."
"Okay, so maybe I did know," he laughs before he takes a drink. "But, I couldn't tell on one of my best students, could I?"
"Of course not. Wouldn't want me kicked out of class, right?"
"Right," he laughs just before he takes a drink of his beer. "Remember that night I gave you that beer while you were still in high school?" Brooke nods, trying to make it seem like it's not important, but very impressed that he remembers it. "I could have gotten into so much trouble for that. I was so drunk, though, I didn't know what I was doing."
"It's not like I was going to tell on you," Brooke takes a drink.
"I knew you wouldn't, but it was still stupid on my part."
"I didn't think so."
"It was right after Peyton left, though. I was pretty messed up after that. You probably already know that, though," he laughs.
"I can't believe she would leave you," Brooke mumbles into her beer can.
Lucas sighs loudly, not really wanting to go into the whole Peyton mess. It's been a long time since he's even thought about her, and he doesn't want to go there tonight. Instead, he looks across the table at his former student. He remembers his first class with her, his first class ever. She stuck out to him. She seemed so confident then, yet so vulnerable at the same time. Like all she needed was just one person to step into her life and give her the right kind of attention to head her onto the right path. And he hopes he was that person for her. She's changed so much from that young, naïve girl. Now she sits across from him with an air of sophistication, and intelligence, and she's just beautiful. And he knows he shouldn't think that about her, but it's pretty obvious. Brooke Davis is beautiful inside and out. And the way his daughter loves her, is amazing to him, because she doesn't like most people.
"Brooke, this may seem weird, but I'm very proud of the person you've become," he leans forward.
"I think I have you to thank for that," she smiles back at him. "You were the one telling me to get my ass in gear when it came to school work. As well as other things."
It's sophomore year, and Brooke has strayed a little from her infatuation with Mr. Scott. She's still in love with him, but she wants to experience boys as well. And that's how she ends up under the bleachers, making out with Jake Jagielski. She doesn't even really like him, and she's sure he doesn't like her either, but somehow they ended up with their mouths attached, and their hands roaming each others bodies. She's struggling for air, and her face is all wet from his sloppy kisses. She's kissed other boys before, but never as fervent as this. And she's sure he's a good kisser, but to her it just doesn't seem right. Like there's something missing. But, she pushes that to the back of her mind, while still letting her hands discover his body. Their teeth clank together, and it hurts, so they pull back, but only for a moment. She's pretty sure she's about to lose her virginity to this boy she barely knows, and doesn't even like. And she's fine with that, because it's not that big of a deal anyway. She figures she might as well just get it over with so she can say she's had sex before.
The sound of someone clearing their throat breaks the two apart. Their lips are swollen, as well as being bright red from the pressure of their kissing. Brooke's hair is a mess, so she tries to smooth it down, as well as her clothes. And once she's done doing that, she finally looks up, and her heart sinks. Of all the people to catch her doing this, it had to be him. The one person she doesn't want seeing her doing this.
"Mr. Jagielski," he says in a stern voice, "Miss Davis," he says, this time in a disappointed voice. "I suggest heading back to class before getting a detention." Brooke catches eyes with him, and for the first time in her life, she feels ashamed. She's never been afraid of her actions or what they would make other people feel like, but he's making her feel this way. The way his eyes are dull, and oozing disappointment in her makes her flinch a little.
Jake takes Lucas' words as his cue to exit, and fast. Brooke, however, hesitates. She stands awkwardly for a moment, and then when he says nothing, she begins to leave. Her heart is pounding hard in her chest, and she feels like she's about to cry. It's his husky voice that stops her.
"Miss Davis," he clears his throat.
"Yes, Mr. Scott?" She turns around to look at him.
"I know it's fun to experiment, but don't let these high school boys take advantage of you. Have respect for yourself. Make them earn your respect. You're better than them."
Brooke smiles a little as her heart begins to race for a different reason. Did he just say she is better than all of the boys in her high school? She doesn't want to seem weird, so starts to walk away. And it's then she vows she will never have sex with a high school boy. In fact, she will never have sex with anyone until she loses her virginity to Mr. Scott. The one and only guy that has ever respected her.
"Well, it's not like you were hard to steer on the right path," his eyes light up in a smile. "I kind of wish I could keep you around."
Brooke's stomach does a somersault, and her heart sings. "Me too," she whispers, keeping her eyes on the beer can, so he can't see how much she's just enjoyed his comment.
"You're going to a good college, though. Duke. What do you plan on majoring in? I know we talked about a couple of different things, but you never told me if you had decided."
Brooke finally lifts her head to look at him. A small smile creeps onto her lips. "I'm thinking about med school."
Lucas cocks his head to the side, and his mouth stays open. "Med school?" He asks, and she nods her head. "Wow. Brooke. That's…that's-"
"I'm no sure, though." She quickly adds. "I mean, I would really love to be a doctor, but it's a lot of schooling. A lot of schooling, and I don't know if I'll have the drive to actually go through with it."
"You can," Lucas nods. "I can't believe you're picking med school. What about that fashion thing you were so interested in?"
"I still want to do that," Brooke adds. "Sometimes I want to do that more than the med school thing, but there's just something telling me to be a doctor."
There's a permanent smile on Lucas' face as he watches her talk about her schooling. Back on that first day of freshman year, Brooke Davis would have never even thought about going to med school. Four years later, and perfect grades, she's sitting across from him, trying to decide if it's right for her.
"You'll be amazing at whatever you choose," he lifts his can of beer up to his lips and takes a drink. "I know Maya is going to miss you a lot."
"Duke isn't that far away," Brooke points out. "I'm sure I'll be able to come back some weekends and babysit."
"I'm sure that's exactly what you'll want to do," Lucas laughs. "Screw all of those dorm parties, and frat guys, I'm going to go babysit for my high school teacher." He speaks with sarcasm.
"I'm not much of a partier," she shrugs. He eyes her suspiciously. "Well, most of the time," she shrugs with a laugh, making Lucas laugh along with her. "I'm going to miss Maya a lot," she averts her eyes, "…and you, too." She whispers, bringing her eyes back up to his.
"Well, like you said, you'll skip all of those parties and come back and visit," he pats her arm with his hand.
Brooke smiles sadly, while looking into the soulful blue eyes of her ex-high school teacher. She wants more than ever to just press her lips against his. To truly know what it feels like to be connected to him. She wishes she could throw all of her inhibitions out of the window, and do exactly that. She brings her can of beer to her lips, and averts her eyes from his. She is sure if she stares at him any longer, she's going to break down and cry.
"Um," Brooke starts nervously. She doesn't know why she gets so nervous around him. Every other guy, she's fearless, and flirty. With him, she finds herself at a loss for words. "Uh, ha-have you dated, Lucas?" She asks nervously, hoping she hasn't crossed the line.
"Dated?" He questions, and she shakes her head. "You mean, since Peyton has left?"
"Yeah," she nods, secretly rejoicing he's not throwing her out of his house.
"I've tried," he shrugs. "It's hard when you have a daughter that takes up all of the time you have outside of the classroom."
"I bet," she nods. "So, you haven't found anyone you wanted to be with since Peyton?"
"No," he shakes his head. "I know it sounds pathetic, but I'm not still hung up on her. It's just, kind of weird because she was my high school sweet heart. We were together for such along time before we even got married, that it was hard to adjust after she left. And since then, I've just been more interested in work, Maya, and you." A smile appears on Brooke's face. "I mean, you as in my students," he tries to back track, a little embarrassed. "It's um, it's getting late, and you should probably get home."
"To an empty house?" She rolls her eyes.
"Parents vacation again?" He questions, and she nods. "Where's Rachel?"
"Out at a party," Brooke answers. "You know, end of high school bash."
"And you're baby-sitting instead of partying? Those parties are legendary; every senior class has one after they graduate. I remember mine almost perfectly."
"Then you weren't drunk enough," she teases.
"Nah, I wasn't much of a drinker," he shrugs. "But, I can't believe you didn't even go to yours."
"I'd much rather be here with you and Maya," Brooke speaks before she thinks. Immediately her eyes grow wide. Lucas just smiles. She clears her throat, and looks up at him confidently. "I really mean that," she speaks just above a whisper. "You are more important to me than any one of my high school friends."
"Brooke," Lucas starts, but then stops. He stares into her eyes for a few moments, before looking away and taking a drink of his beer.
"I'm sorry if that makes you uncomfortable," Brooke apologizes. "But, it's true. And I think now that I'm out of high school, I'm allowed to tell you all of this." Lucas breathes in deeply, but still avoids her face. "I've just…" She wants to tell him; she wants to so bad. But, that could mean potentially losing him completely. And she'd rather have him oblivious, than not at all.
"Brooke," he stops her, finally meeting her gaze. "Maybe you should just go."
"Yeah, maybe." She nods, and looks away from him. Her chest rises as she deeply takes in a breath. Her eyes shut tight, and for a moment she just sits there. And then, she talks herself into standing up, and Lucas stands with her. Always the gentleman, he has to escort her out of his house. But instead of walking towards the door, Brooke takes steps towards him, until her chest is almost touching his.
"Brooke," Lucas breathes out, her scent filling his nose.
"It's just," she ignores him. "If I go, then I don't think I'll ever be able to tell you that you've been more to me than just a teacher," she stares at him in the eyes, unblinking.
"Brooke," he tries to stop her again.
"You've been the one person I could really count on for the past four years. The only guy that has ever shown me any kind of respect. And more importantly, the man that I have fallen in love with."
Lucas blinks a few times, not sure he's heard her right. He's treading on very thin ice by letting her go on like this. But there's something that won't let him tell her to get out. There's a desire to let her go on and confess everything. An ugly snake rearing its head in the back of his brain, wanting her to go on, and then to passionately make love to this young, beautiful woman he has grown very attached to over the years.
"Brooke," he attempts to stop her again.
This time, she leans in and presses her lips against his. And it's as if every part of their bodies are igniting into an explosion. Electrical conductions pulsate from their lips, and heat radiates from inside their chests. A simple kiss, one that has no more depth than just the tender skin of their lips pressed against each other, is causing waves of passion to radiate from the most inner depths of their souls.
Completely out of breath, he pulls back from her lips, because he's supposed to. He is a very high moral, high standard guy, and he's not supposed to take advantage of his naïve student. His naïve student that has just graduated and is eighteen. His naïve student that is the most beautiful woman he has ever laid eyes upon.
She looks up at him through lidded eyes, her chest heaving just as much as his, her mouth slightly parted. Slowly, she slides her tongue across her bottom lip, licking his taste off her mouth. The kiss was more fulfilling for her than she has ever imagined. And she wants more. Her body is trembling with desire, and her insides are on fire.
"Brooke," he whispers, shaking his head. Trying to convince himself not to go on, not to get involved with a former student. Too many bad things could come of something like this.
She stays back, letting him fight the inner battle that he's having. She can see him going back and forth inside of his head as his eyes are shut tight. She'll let him go on until he has convinced himself against it, and then she will go back in, so he won't forget what it's like to kiss her.
"Th-this is a-a-a bad idea," he stutters, his eyes still shut. "You're my student." He's trying to convince himself.
"Former student," she whispers huskily, and expertly traces a finger along his chest.
He opens his eyes and looks at her. "This is wrong, right?" He asks. "I'm-I can't do this," he shakes his head. "I'm not supposed to want this."
"It's okay," she whispers, and brings her lips back to his.
He doesn't respond at first, because he's not supposed to. But, it's only so long that he can keep the snake at bay until it's up and showing its fangs. Soon, he is kissing her back, and just as passionately.
She's not sure what to do. The last time she was like this was with Jake Jagielski when Lucas caught her. But, so far, most everything is coming as an instinct. Her hands find their way to his chest, and slowly they move upward until they're behind his neck. Her mouth moves in sync with his as their tongues meld together.
He can hardly contain himself. It's been so long since he's been with a woman; he's not even sure what to do anymore. It's slowly coming back to him, and so fast that he's fumbling around. His hands find her waist, and sneak up the bottom of her shirt until he's touching bare skin. They slide around the back, and then slowly down, and he gently cups her ass. He brings them around front again, under her shirt, and slowly they find their way to her breasts. Softly, he squeezes them, noting the way they perfectly fill his grasp. He struggles to keep his mouth attached to hers, and keep feeling her chest at the same time. He wants her shirt off, so he starts to tug at it from the bottom. And suddenly, his conscious hits him. He can't do this. He can't see his student without her shirt on. And he pulls back abruptly.
"I can't," he panics, shaking his head. "This can't-"
"I want this," Brooke grabs his hand, and places it on her breast. "I want it so bad."
"No," Lucas shakes his head, pulling his hand back. "It's not right," he whispers. "It's not right!" He speaks with force. "I-I can't see you with your shirt off. I just can't."
"Yes, you can," Brooke urges him. "I want you to."
"No," he shakes his head some more.
"Yes," Brooke nods, and takes the hem of her shirt into her hands, and pulls it over her head, "you can."
Lucas stops shaking his head, and focuses on the front of her exposed chest, clad only in a bra. Perfection, just as he would have imagined it. Toned abdomen, perfect breasts, in a lacy red bra. Perfection. He whimpers in agony. She's not making it easy for him to do the right thing.
Before he knows it, her lips are back on his, and his shirt is being unbuttoned. She brushes a hand against his growing erection, and he whimpers in delight. She starts to unbutton his jeans with his whimper, until slowly they start to slide down his legs. Then, she takes a step back, and slowly undoes the buttons on her own jeans, the whole time staring at him through sultry eyes. He's practically drooling as he watches her undo her own pants. He's panting with desire, all doubts now thrown into the back of his mind. As she slides her pants down her legs, he looks around his kitchen, realizing where he is. He can't do this here. He can't have sex with Brooke Davis on the kitchen table or counter. He just can't.
She comes back to him, and he stops her. She thinks he's about to refuse her again, and she's not sure she can handle another refusal. "Not here," he whispers, grabbing both arms. "Not here," he speaks again, shaking his head. She looks at him, confused. He wraps both arms around her waist, and pulls her up until her legs wrap around his waist. Her arms instantly wrap around his neck, and her mouth finds his again. Clumsily, he carries her from the kitchen to the stairs. He's fumbling around so much, he's afraid he's going to hurt her by hitting her against something, or worse, wake his daughter up. When he finally makes it to his bedroom, he falls into the bed with her, bracing himself so all of his weight doesn't land on her.
Her arms are still wrapped around his neck, and their mouths are still attached. And for a long time, they just kiss passionately, enjoying the sensation of their mouths melding together. Brooke pulls back first. She forces Lucas back as she sits up. Her hands find the back of her bra, and she undoes the clasp. And her perfect breasts fall free from her bra, and all Lucas can do is stare at her. Perfection. After moments of staring, his hand finds her right breast, and he squeezes, before bringing his mouth to the supple skin. Hungrily, he suckles her breast, making sure to leave no part of her skin left out. And then, he moves to her left breast, doing the same, and not being able to get enough.
Brooke moans in pleasure as he works at her breasts, giving her feelings of euphoria that she's never experienced before. He's amazing. The way he's taking his time to pay attention to every detail. She can't get enough. She takes his head in her hands, and pulls his face back up to hers, and plants her mouth back onto his. She needs him to be inside of her. And she doesn't get nervous about it until both of their underwear is off, and he's positioned at her entrance.
"Lucas," she stops him before he inserts. He looks up at her, a worried look on his face. "Um, be nice, okay?"
"Okay," he nods. "Ar-are you okay?"
"Ye-yeah," she stutters. "Just, um, be careful. Okay?"
"We don't have to do this," he sits back, now suddenly afraid to go any farther. "I don't want to-I don't want to hurt you."
"No," she shakes her head. "I'm not afraid of getting emotionally hurt," she assures him. "You wouldn't do that. I'm afraid it's going to hurt."
"What?" He asks, confused. "You mean, me-" he makes a hand gesture towards their exposed private parts, and she nods her head, slightly. "You mean, you've never…" His heart flutters, and then starts to beat rapidly.
"No," she shakes her head, suddenly looking her age. Her very young age.
Lucas immediately falls back onto his butt, and covers his face with his hands. He's a dumbass. He can't take this girl's virginity. He can't take his student's virginity.
"Lucas," Brooke panics, sitting up, and climbing in between his legs. "Lucas, I want this. More than anything I've ever wanted in my life, I want you to be my first."
"No, Brooke, I can't." He says, firmly. "I can't. There's just-there's no way I can do that. I can't. You-you need to find someone your age, someone who's not your teacher."
"Former teacher, Lucas, and I don't want someone my own age. I don't want someone else. I want you. I've only ever wanted you."
"You can't-we can't. This can't happen."
"Do you remember that time that you caught me under the bleachers with Jake?" She asks, and he nods. "You told me to have respect for myself, and make them earn my respect. You've been the only person in my life that has ever respected me. The only guy that has ever respected me."
"No, Brooke," he puts his hand up. "I meant-"
"I know what you meant," she cuts him off. "I didn't find a guy that earned my respect. I just had you. I don't want anyone else to take it, Lucas. I want you to. Please. You won't hurt me."
"No." He states. "This can't happen. I can't do this. This is wrong. This is so wrong. I can't be that teacher."
"Lucas," Brooke stops him, placing her hand on his cheek. "It'll be okay." She leans in and presses her lips against his once again, and he once again forgets the outside world. All that matters is the two of them, inside of the four walls of his bedroom.
Brooke pulls him back, so that she's once again on her back, and he's on top of her. He wants her so much. So much more than he's ever wanted anyone in his life, but he's trying so hard not to. He can't do this to this girl. All that can come of this is heartbreak.
"Lucas," Brooke breaks their kiss. "Please," she begs, panting. "Please. I need you to do this."
Lucas stares into her eyes. There's no way something with her could work, but maybe they could figure something out. Because he's never wanted someone so much as he does her. And not just one time, all the time. He wants it, but he knows there's no chance of it ever happening. He can't be in a relationship with his student. He can't be with someone that is going away to college in the fall.
"Lucas," she grabs both sides of his face, "I want you so bad. And I know you want me just as bad. Forget all of your morals. Because the way I see it, those morals don't compare to the passion that we have between us."
"But, Brooke, I mean, you do realize that something between us could never work. No matter how much we both want it, it could never work."
"For now, Lucas, just forget all of that. I want to be with you, and I know you want to be with me."
Lucas stares deeply into the eyes of Brooke. He does want her bad. So he throws all of his morals to the back of his head, and focuses on the passion he has for this young woman. He leans down and gently presses his lips against hers.
"You'll tell me to stop if it hurts?" He whispers.
"Yes," she answers.
"Promise me, you'll stop me if it hurts," he says forcefully.
"I promise," Brooke nods.
Lucas takes in a deep breath and once again positions himself at her entrance. His tip is flush with her slick folds, and just the feeling of that is driving him crazy. He places both hands on both sides of her, and kisses her once again. It's been so long since he's done this, he's not even sure if he knows how.
He leans down once again, presses his lips against hers, and then lets his body lie on top of her, making sure not to squish her beneath him. Slowly, he presses himself into her, losing himself in the tightness and warmth of the center of her being. Tiny explosions seem to be going off in his brain as slowly, he goes deeper and deeper.
It hurts, but not as bad as Brooke had imagined. She can feel her center being stretched open to accommodate his width, but mixed in with the hurt, is a plethora of pleasure, that's taking over her senses. When he's all the way in, she grunts and arches her back, her chest pressing against his. He gasps, and pulls back some.
"Are you okay?" He panics. She nods, unable to respond. "Are you sure? I can stop."
"No!" She finds her voice. "Don't stop. Please don't stop," she begs.
Her begging, mixed with her tightness, is almost enough to send Lucas over the edge. But he grits his teeth, and slowly pulls back out of her, until he's almost all the way out, and then gently goes back in. It's not going to take much, he can already feel himself building up to an explosion, he just doesn't want to disappoint Brooke on her first time.
"Lucas," Brooke moans. "Oh my god," she gasps in pleasure. She can feel his length and width, and it's giving her feelings she's never known to exist before. Slowly, he goes in and out, back and forth, and she can feel everything building up.
He's trying harder to hold back, now. Squeezing his eyes tight, biting his bottom lip. Every time he slides back into her, he's sure he's going to explode, but he squeezes all of his muscles and holds back. He won't, not until she's crying out in passion. He leans down and presses his mouth against hers, passionately intertwining his tongue with hers. He collapses onto her, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck, breathing in her scent.
"Lucas," she gasps, "Oh my god, Lucas!" Moaning takes the place of formed words, as with one more thrust she's thrown over the edge, into the endless pit of pleasure. Her moaning, along with her chest pressing into his, aids Lucas along into his own climax, exploding into her just the way she had exploded all over him. He brings his mouth to hers, and kisses her passionately, wanting every part of their bodies touching while they go through such ecstasy.
When he's done, collapses to the side of her, grabbing her and pulling her over so she's lying on his chest. Both of them are heaving, trying to catch their breaths, yet comfortably fitted together. His arm is around her back, as hers lies limply across his chest. Once he's caught his breath, he leans forward and places a kiss on the top of her head.
"I don't think any girl I know has had an orgasm the first time they had sex," Brooke giggles against his chest, and Lucas laughs, too. "I'm so glad I waited." Lucas shuts his eyes, wanting to hear what she says, but afraid to go back to reality. "That was amazing."
"It was," Lucas agrees, kissing her on top of the head one more time. "You were amazing."
"I didn't know what I was doing," she giggles. "You were amazing."
"I'm glad Maya is such a hard sleeper."
"Me too."
The two grow silent, and Lucas wraps his arm around her tighter. He's afraid this will be the only time this can happen. He's afraid that tomorrow he won't be able to look her in the face without feeling a horrendous amount of guilt. And most of all, he's afraid that she's going to look at him like he's a monster for allowing this to happen.
"Do you want to just sleep here tonight?" He asks, hoping to put off reality until the morning.
Brooke yawns, and then mumbles, "can I?"
"Yeah," he whispers, softly. "Stay as long as you want."
"Mmmm…I like the way that sounds."