I Do not own One Tree Hill or Any of It's Characters.
Okay, so this idea sort of just came to me. Kind of like a Cruel Intentions crossover, OTH style. But, neither Brooke nor Nathan are like the characters in the movie. They both have just never had the passionate uncontrollable love for another person before, and are bitter because of it. They are sick of feeling like they mean nothing, except when they are physically satisfying themselves or someone else. Also, this really isn't going to be like the movie, I just used the main idea, and switched it around a lot. It isn't going to be only Brucas/Naley. There is definitely going to be some brathan, and it might even end up a brathan fic, I'm not too sure yet.
Background Info:
*Nathan and Brooke dated briefly a year ago, but broke up because they were always cheating on each other, but are still friends
*There are definitely some unresolved and hidden feelings between the two of them
*Nathan and Lucas are rivals/ Haley and Brooke just don't like each other
*Both Brooke/Nathan are popular, but well known for getting "around"
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Brooke Davis and Nathan Scott. They were the queen and king who reigned over Tree Hill High. Every school has a pair. The stunning girl, who was unattainable to all the nerdy or average looking boys. She catered only to the good-looking, rich, boys with absurdly built bodies. Then there's the dashing boy, who preys on all the beautiful girls. The select girls that were privileged enough to be part of the royal court. He could do no wrong in the eyes of the female population, and the male population only saw him as a threat, and someone to be envious of. He could do anything he wanted, no matter how immoral or vicious, and still come out being the golden boy.
Brooke fit the image perfectly as, the captivating cheerleader all the boys lusted after. She was also the girl whom the other girls were openly jealous of and secretly wished they could be like. Brooke had never in the mere seventeen years of her young life, been in love. She preferred empty sex with strangers, who she knew nothing about. That kind of relationship was effortless and involved no feelings. Which meant there would be no heartbreak in store for her. Although sometimes, if she was completely honest with herself, this type of lifestyle left her feeling vacant and cold inside. Maybe love just wasn't in the cards for her. But then again, maybe she just wasn't looking in the right places.
Nathan in the same way played his role to the fullest. He was implausibly handsome, a fact that he was not unaware of. He was continuously being shown attention, because of his appearance, his basketball skills, and his prominent status at school. Like Brooke, he had never experienced any kind of love, or any abiding relationship with a girl he actually cared about. He played the game like a pro, juggling numerous girls, using them until he was fully satisfied, and then throwing them away like a piece of trash. Yet, even though every girl in Tree Hill knew about his reputation, that knowledge never stopped them from jumping into bed with him. In his mind he was just that irresistible, that indestructible. That's how it had always been for him so far, but not how it would always be.
"So is it true about you and Kasey?" Brooke scoffed, paging through the thick pages of a fashion magazine. She looked up from the article she had been pretending to be engrossed in, watching her friend intently.
"Is what true?" Nathan replied, a cocky smirk working its way onto his face. He gazed down at the dark haired female, who was sprawled out on her oversized bed.
"That you had a one night stand with the princess of skank, a.k.a., Kasey." Brooke retorted, tapping her French manicured nails against the cover of her magazine.
"Well, if she's the princess, than that would make you the queen." Nathan noted, grinning at a frowning Brooke.
"Okay, number one, don't compare me to that low-priced hussy. Number two, you would so be king." She pointed out, tossing back her long mane of dark hair.
"And since you're queen, you would have to service me, right?" He winked at her, straddling the lone chair in the corner of her room, with a smile on his face.
"Not if I killed you first," She growled, "Now, stop dodging the unanswered question, Nathan. Did you or did you not, hook up with her?"
"Yes, I did. Is your majesty satisfied?" Nathan rolled his eyes, prompting a smirk from Brooke.
"Hardly. You could do so much better than that Britney wannabe." She stated, sliding off the bed and walking over to her vanity mirror. She watched her reflection in the mirror, using her finger to perfect her already perfect lipstick.
"I could do any girl I wanted, Davis. You more than anyone should know that." Nathan boasted, watching the buxom brunette as she studied her appearance. He had to admit she looked mind-blowing, as always. She was dressed in a jade colored strapless top that enhanced her already impressive chest, and a pair of tight skinny jeans, that hugged her every curve.
"Is that so? Because although you are quite the little manwhore, I know of plenty of girls who haven't, and wouldn't sleep with your sleazy ass," Brooke announced, as she threw a used tube of lipstick back on the vanity, proceeding to run a brush through her lengthy hair. "Well okay, not plenty. But, a few."
"Like who?" He questioned, getting out of the chair, and walking over to Brooke.
"Like…Haley James. She's this total fashion-impaired grade digger," Brooke snapped, "She totally ratted me out for like cheating off this genius nerdy guy in Algebra."
"She sounds…like she's not my type. I don't date girls with overbites or huge glasses. Bad for the rep."
"F.y.i. you're rep pretty much sucks. Unless you consider being a cocky jackass who can't keep it in his pants for two seconds, and screws anything with two legs and a vagina, a good rep." Brooke grinned at her shocked friend, "I didn't think so."
"You know I'm just you in pants, Brooke." He laughed, grabbing her arm. He pulled her around to face him, a dimpled smile working its way onto her face. He slid his hand into the back right pocket of her jeans, pushing himself up against her, their faces so close together, he could feel her breath on his skin.
"Okay, horny boy. Get your mind out of that dirty gutter that makes up ninety-nine percent of your barely existent mind, and by all means, please feel free to take your mandatory post-Brooke wet shower." She told him, pressing a slender hand against his muscular, well-built chest and pushing him away.
"I'm not the one who's going to need one." He whispered, retreating back to his chair, a grin on his face.
She rolled her eyes at his comment, "So, genius me just had an amazing idea."
"Please tell me it's that you want to go down on me, right now." Nathan spoke, his eyes traveling over every inch of Brooke's body.
"That would be amazing for you, not me," She replied, striding over to him, before sitting on the edge of her bed. "Let's make a bet." She declared, slipping off her black Gucci flats.
"Wow. This is an amazing idea." Nathan said sarcastically, leaning back in the chair.
"Say what you will, but hear me out," Brooke smiled, reaching over to pull out her notebook from her bedroom nightstand. "Here's the deal. I pick a girl for you to seduce physically…and in the process, make her fall in love with you. Not so easy, huh?" She arched her perfectly plucked eyebrows, leaning back on her bed.
"And what's your part of the deal?"
"The same as yours. Except you pick the guy," Brooke declared, "This will be the real test of who is better."
"Deal."
"Before you agree to anything, there are some rules," She explained, writing in her notebook, "Rule number one. Never sabotage your opponent, . me."
"Fine." He muttered, "Next?"
"Rule number two, the winner is the first to cross the finish line. In other words, getting you're victim into bed, and inside their hearts."
"I'm still in." He shrugged.
"Rule number three, no public interaction between the two opponents. Me and you," She said, "We wouldn't to set off any alarms in their unsuspecting minds."
"And?"
"Rule number four, never fall in love."
"Easy." He laughed, "And what does the winner get?"
"The winner gets what or whoever they want," She told him, "No questions asked."
"I'm liking this bet…So are you ready to know who you're lucky guy is?"
"Who?"
"Lucas Scott."
"Oh, my God! You are so using this bet, as some sick attempt at getting revenge on Lucas!" Brooke yelled, scowling at Nathan.
"You said I could pick anyone, and that's who I pick." He shrugged, his blue eyes connecting with hers.
"Fine! Then I pick Haley James. So there!"
"Now who's using this for revenge?"
"A bet's a bet." She argued, pulling her black Burberry belted coat out of her closet.
"May the better lover win." Nathan smirked, walking towards her.
"Then I hope you're prepared to lose."
"Scott's never lose."
"Hmmm, I'll have to mention that to Lucas."
"He's about as much of a Scott, as you are a virgin."
"I would take that as an insult, but coming from Tree Hill's very own boyslut, it's as meaningless as sex with you," She sneered, walking out the door. "Oh, and sorry about sending you home horny. I have better things, like your brother, to do."
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