Author's Note: Nathan and Haley ARE NOT DATING in this story.
Nathan wandered through the littered hallways of a beach house, music was pumping through the house and booze littered the floor, people littered the couches and any room available.
Coming across an empty room, he shut the door and collapsed on the bed. Having just had a fight with his parents, he needed to be alone.
Lying back on the bed in the darkness, he closed his eyes and looked out at the pale moonlight as it reflected off the water.
The door opened suddenly, a slender form slid through the door and made her way to the bed. Stumbling a bit drunkenly, she collapsed at his feet and started giggling.
"Who is it?" Nathan whispered irritably, just wanting to be alone.
He felt her body moving seductively up his body. A soft kiss landed on his lips, a flicker of heat flooded his body. Cradling her head in his hands, he ran his other hand down to her hip, feeling the gentle swell of her butt.
"You're sexy, what's your name?" he whispered against her lips.
"Brookie," her beery breath blew into his mouth.
Pushing her off him, Nathan turned on the lamp and saw Brooke sitting legs crossed in front of him on the bed. Her hair rumpled and her shirt half on and half off.
"God Nathan you are such a good kisser, please kiss Brookie." She giggled and touched his cheek.
Nathan looked deep into her eyes and something didn't click. "You're not really drunk?" he cocked his head to one side trying to understand why she would pretend to be drunk.
Stumbling off the bed, she walked over to the window and looked out on the water, people stumbled around drunkenly outside. From the third floor room window, Brooke felt slightly separated from the world.
Turning off the lamp, she straddled Nathan, pushing him down slowly. "Please Nathan just for once don't ask questions, just please," her eyes pleaded with him in the pale light.
Her hands worked at his shirt, slowly helping him out of it, she tossed it onto the floor. Her nails raked lightly over his chest. Nathan cradled her breasts lightly in his hands.
Brooke leaned back and undid her halter top, tossing it onto the floor to join Nathan's shirt. She leaned back arching into Nathan's touch.
Closing her eyes she embraced the feeling. Nathan's light pinch opened her eyes, "Don't pretend I'm some random guy, ok?"
"Of course, I'm the type of girl to do that, I'm the slut of Tree Hill High." Tears flowed down her cheeks, ripping open his jeans, she rolled a condom onto his penis.
Guiding him inside of her, she slowly took him in inch by inch, until her barrier was breached. Looking down at him in that second, Brooke experienced a feeling that she'd never expected to feel. Love, or what she thought could be love.
"I am such a slut," Brooke rolled her hips, maximizing position for her pleasure. Her climax claimed her and she rode him raw until he shouted his pleasure hoarsely up to the heavens.
Getting off of him, Brooke tossed the condom into the garbage can in the bathroom, putting her clothes back on. "There now I can rightfully claim the title of slut, thanks Nate, once again you proved yourself useful."
Pushing past him, the look of sheer compassion and sorrow on his face tore at her heart.
"I am alone and no one has ever wanted me, at least I won't die a virgin." A cold bleak look entered her eyes as she walked out the door and closed it quietly behind her.
Nathan was once again alone in the dark.