So this is the new version of Thistle's & Weeds. I hope that you like it and please leave me a review!
Alpha Rho
Friday 12th September.
"Brooke fucking Davis!" Clayton Evans smirked, as he spotted a girl that he happened to care about more than any other.
Her body was grinding against a tanned boy that he didn't recognize and knowing Brooke he found it most possible that she didn't know him either. Seeing her again brought back memories that he loved to reminisce in his spare time, memories of the two of them ever since they were learning to walk.
He watched her look up at the sound of her name, her eyes searching the room for the person calling out to her. When she spotted him she jumped off the table and began to stumble towards him. He laughed at the drunken state that she was in. He'd seen her like this many times since his parents had uprooted him from his city home and began schooling him in the suburbs. The only chance they would ever get to catch up was when his parents decided to attend one of the charity balls that were regularly thrown within their circle.
"Evans," she slurred as she reached him, throwing her arms around his neck and pulling her against him.
He could smell the strong scent of vodka on her body, mixing with the bitter sweet perfume that was her trademark smell. Clayton was ecstatic that they had been reunited for longer than a couple of hours. The fact that they would be most likely living out their university lives together excited him.
He laughed as Brooke's body completely fell against his; her knees buckled gently under the amount of alcohol that she'd consumed. Her skirt, that previously looked like it was barely non-existent, was now riding further up her thigh. His protective side came out as he ran his hand down the back of her leg and pushed the material back to its original position. The red strapless top that she had on, also left little to the imagination as tried to gain her balance in the heels she wore. He laughed once again as he snaked his arm around her back, taking her tiny weight completely as she leaned against him, her eyes glazing over.
"Who's your dealer then Davis?" He whispered as she leaned closer into him, her head now resting against his shoulder.
He knew that to get his best friend in this state of mind, she hadn't only been drinking; lucky for her she'd probably popped a fair few before he'd arrived. He kissed the side of her head as he watched her hand disappear down the front of her top. A shocked look graced his face before he remembered that Brooke was capable of anything. When she pulled her hand out of her top, she slyly waved a small bag in front of his eyes, causing his smirk to grow.
"You really are some kind of fucking god aren't you?"
"I'm Brooke Davis baby," her smirk matched his as she emptied the contents of the bag into her hand.
She quickly threw half of them down her throat, before she placed the rest into his stretched out hand. She laughed as he repeated her action. When she was certain that the pills were now happily resting in his stomach, waiting to be absorbed by his blood, she grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the door. When seeing the two walking towards the exit, the crowd of people split and allowed them to pass with no trouble. She kept up the quick speed until she'd pulled him out of the door and the cold night air hit her hard in the face. It caused her to sober up slightly.
"You never told me you were coming here you know Davis?" He threw her a lopsided smile in typical Clay Evans fashion; she flashed her infamous dimpled grin back at him before she leaned up against one of the walls. "Last time we spoke I thought it was pretty much certain you'd be attending Princeton? Failing on that I thought your parents were set on you going to Yale, or even at a push Brown?"
"Fuck that," Brooke muttered as she smirked at him once again, looking for any changes in her best friend since she'd last seen him three months ago. She was happy to see that he hadn't made many adjustments, although his hair was slightly longer but still scruffy. That was the way she had always liked it, and he had always tried to please her. Her favourite crooked grin spread out across his face as he watched her eyes roam of him. "Rach came here; I was always going to go where my favourite redhead went!"
Brooke continued to laugh to herself as she pulled a cigarette out of her pocket and lit it. She took a long drag before she blew the smoke out in front of her. She watched as it disappeared into the sky. She chuckled as she held it out for Clay to take a drag. She was confused when he pushed it away and pulled out some rolls that he'd made himself. He lit one quickly and the smell of something a lot stronger than nicotine filled the area.
"Gimme," Brooke murmured as she pressed herself against his side. She dropped her own cigarette in favour of Clay's stronger substance. He pulled another out of his pocket and she leaned in closer towards him. She lit her roll off his and sighed as she leaned back and moaned slightly as she tasted the new smoke she created.
"Fucking hell, Duke isn't going to know what's hit it!" Clay chuckled as Brooke began to laugh along with him. It caused her brown locks to sway. "I would never have imagined this day you know? Not even when you were running around my garden naked." He smirked as he tossed her a glance over his shoulder.
"And by that you mean a few months ago." Brooke giggled at him as he shook his head at her comment.
"Let's just say that I always have a way of getting you to take your clothes off." He shot back as she laughed again. "Speaking off that particular eventful night, didn't you get with a soccer player?" He chuckled as he noted the way that her body shuddered at that particular memory. "I always told you to stick to basketball players. They're much better with their hands then any others." He smirked at her once again but noticed that a different look had struck her features; "What ya thinking B?"
"I was just thinking, what a guy would need to do to be really good with his tongue?" She laughed as she winked at him as both of them finished their spliff's.
She grabbed a bunch of his shirt in her hand and pulled him back through the door and back into the party; she spun around and laughed at the way she stumbled at the quick movement. But instead of her best friend she ended up colliding with someone else. She looked up and was about to mutter something about watching where he was going before she found his eyes piercing hers. His sea blue eyes searched her hazels ones in a way that no one had ever done before, his hot breath was on her face and she leaned in towards it.
Clay focused his centre of gravity before he tried to follow Brooke once again. He stumbled a few more times before he crashed into her side. She turned to look at him and he saw a serious look on her face as opposed to the goofy grin that was spread across his. She looked back up and the boy that she'd been caught up in had gone. She shook it off as a hook up she could always find later if nothing else cropped up, before she locked her hand into Clay's and moved further into the house.
When she re-entered the main room she realised that her head was going; the familiar feeling of losing control sweeping over her body. She loved the way the blackness called out to her as she managed to sway back and forth.
"I have someone that you need to meet," Brooke whispered into his ear and pulled him towards the table she had been dancing on earlier. Instead of joining the redhead she pulled her down to the ground alongside her, pulling her away from the muscular guy that she'd been occupied with.
"Hey skank," Brooke laughed as she saw Rachel's upset face at having been pulled away from her dance early. "This here," she slurred as she jabbed Clay in the chest repeatedly, "This here happens to be my best friend ever bitch! Clayton Evans!" Brooke laughed as she wrapped her arms around both of their necks and pulled them against her body. "Clay bear, this happens to be the sluttiest girl that I know; she's also a great bitch. Rachel Gattina!" Brooke clapped at the thought of her favourite guy and girl finally meeting each other. Or maybe it was just the fact that she was losing her mind to the drugs.
"Alright Gattina, just for the record – I really, really love the slutty girls." Clay flashed the grin that Brooke had become accustomed to over the years, yet all other girls seemed to fall at his feet for. Rachel raised her eyebrows at his comment as she checked him out. She started at the muscles that were outlined by his shirt and moved up to his dirty blonde hair that looked scruffy, yet sexy.
"I can see stars, funny lines as well, but mainly stars!" Brooke giggled in between the two of them as she began to rock on feet.
Her words caused Clay to howl out in laughter, while Rachel simply sighed. She had seen Brooke in this state pretty much twice a week since they had been in junior year. A weekend hadn't properly begun, until the two of them had opened up the vodka; or whatever other spirit they had selected.
"I'm going to get drink," she slurred as she made her way through the bodies and towards the drinks table.
She smiled to herself when she found the boy she had knocked into staring at her from the other side of the room. She shook her head with a smirk on her face, as she poured herself some sambuca into a glass and downed it instantly; loving the burn that it caused down the back of her throat. She decided to pour herself another quickly, but felt a body pressing against hers as she began.
"Name?" He whispered into her ear as he slowly began to work his lips against the side of her neck.
He started by kissing her neck then allowed himself to slowly move down to her collar bone. He felt her shudder against him and he smiled into her skin as he ran his hands up and down her sides. Brooke closed her eyes tightly as she enjoyed the way he was making her heat up, the way that he was making her want him.
"Do you really care for it?" Brooke smirked as she spun around. Her body pushed hard against his, as he lifted his lips up from her skin to stare into the hazel eyes once again. A smirk played across her face as she slowly traced the muscles across his chest with her fingertips; the smirk grew wider as he tensed.
"What if I was to say that I don't?" He smirked back down on her as he moved his hands from her sides to her lower back.
He pulled her harder into him, her body now pressed tightly against his, as he rested his forehead against her own. As he pulled her closer, Brooke had felt exactly what he was pulling her against; the feel of him against her made her want to remove all of the clothing that was in-between them.
"I'd say upstairs, bathroom?" Brooke raised a teasing eyebrow at him, daring him to accept her request.
Although she had no doubt that he would refuse after she had felt how hard he already was for her, and she knew that his desire matched her own. He slowly raised his eyebrows back at her. He hadn't expected her to be as blunt as she had been. He smirked at her once more before he pulled her face up to his, inches apart, before he tilted his head so that he was once again whispering into her ear.
"I'll meet you in two," he moaned into her ear, before kissing her neck once more and pulling back.
She smirked over her shoulder at him, before turning and pouring more of the sambuca into the cup. She let it burn once again, before beginning to walk out of the room and towards the staircase. She slipped up without anyone noticing and began to stagger down the corridor and towards the bathroom. She gasped loudly as she felt a hand yank her wrist painfully, before dragging her through an open door. The light was off and she struggled to adjust her eyes to the dark before she felt his lips on her shoulder once more.
"Oh god," Brooke groaned, as she felt his hands make their way up the front of her shirt.
She leaned back against the wall as she detached her lips from his. She only allowed them to part long enough for him to discard the top on the floor. She leant in and kissed him firmly once more, pulling his body back against hers. She ran her hands up his arms and tangled them around his neck; her increasing impatience caused her to tug his collar up sharply.
She felt him smirk against her, as he kissed her already bruised lips once more, before stepping back and pulling the shirt over his head and throwing it over his shoulder.
Her arms were instantly tracing patterns across his muscles as she ached for him to close the gap that had formed between them. He chuckled as he slowly sunk down to his knees and began to move his tongue across her body. She felt the button that was holding her skirt up slowly become undone and she watched him as he let it slide down her legs and to the floor.
He couldn't contain the moan as he looked up at her face when her skirt hit the floor, her breathing loud.
Her lace underwear was the same colour and material as the bra that he had revealed earlier and felt himself getting more turned on by the sight of her. He slowly moved his face towards the top of her thigh, teasing her greatly as he ran his mouth along the outline of her underwear. He could feel the heat of her body as he found himself getting closer and closer to what he desired. He slowly hooked his thumbs over the top of her pants and heard her gasp and her body shudder as he slowly pulled them down to join her skirt.
"Mmmmm," Brooke mumbled as she felt his hot breath reaching parts of her that had suddenly become alive.
She let her hands slip into his hair and her fingers tangled themselves in the golden locks as she pulled him towards her, begging him to give her what she craved. When she first felt his lips make contact, she couldn't help but moan appreciatively; her back arched against the tiles as she pushed herself into him.
"Lucas," he whispered as he moved his mouth up her body once more. He quickly discarded her bra before taking her breasts in his hand, gently playing with them softly as she once again moaned at his touch. "My name is Lucas," he mumbled into her neck as he ran his hand up the inside of her thigh and gently began to tease her with his fingertips.
"Lucas," Brooke moaned as she pulled his lips back onto herself. She was eager to taste herself on him. She moaned into his mouth when his fingers stopped teasing her entrance and slipped inside. Her fingers found his belt quickly and she expertly managed to get it off, causing his jeans to fall down in a matter of seconds. She groaned once more as she saw how bad he wanted her. "Condom?"
Brooke sighed as she pushed her head back against the wall once more, as he slowly lifted her legs up and around his waist and positioned himself against her; ready to fuck the life out of her. He groaned slightly as he pulled his jeans up, pressing himself hard against her so that she wouldn't fall down, while he rummaged in his jeans pocket. He slid the condom on quickly before slowly pushing himself into her, groaning at the feel of her.
Lucas pushed his lips back against hers and smirked as he felt her gasp into his open mouth. He kept up the pace, while sliding his mouth down the side of her face until he reached a spot on her neck. As their bodies pushed against each other harder, he roughly began to move his mouth across her neck. He was determined to leave his mark on the girl that was so unlike anyone he'd ever met before. He felt her begin to tighten around him and he let out an appreciative moan that he hadn't realised he'd been holding in. Her lips found his again as she brought him over the edge with her.
His body held hers against the wall while they both tried to gain their breath; their chests panting against each others. Brooke managed to pull herself together first and slowly pushed him back, so that she supporting herself now; her head still leaning against the wall. She looked straight at Lucas who was now leaning against the other wall, a cigarette in his hand while he continued to rummage in his jeans for a lighter, she presumed.
Brooke quickly slid her underwear and skirt back up her thighs, while he sunk down to the floor. He watched as she dressed herself and prepared to leave the bathroom. The smoke from the cigarette swirling around in the air between them as he contemplated what his next move was to be. He smirked as she turned back around to face him, her eyebrows raised.
"You not staying for round two baby?" The smirk still plastered across his face as he let his eyes run up and down her body. He licked his lips involuntarily when he scanned his eyes over her thighs, chuckling at the thought that less than five minutes ago they had been wrapped tightly around his waist.
"I never do the same guy twice, you're old news." Brooke laughed as she opened the door and disappeared quickly out of it. Blinking as the light from the corridor hit her, quite the contrast from the darkness in the bathroom. She stumbled towards the top of the stairs, trying to spot a familiar face that she could lean on for the rest of the night.
"Clay bear," Brooke laughed as she spotted her scruffy haired best friend as he approached her up the stairs. She instantly fell into his arms when he reached the top and he couldn't help but let out a sly grin, his arms wrapped themselves tightly around the bottom of her back. "Clay bear, something very bad just happened!"
"Who have you fucked this time Davis?" Clay smirked as he noticed the casual way her clothes were thrown on. Her skirt was riding a little high in his opinion as he flattened it for what felt like the tenth time that night. He chuckled a little as he heard her groan into his ear, protesting that her skirt was a good length and he should just leave it be.
"That's not the problem, trust me." She grinned as she thought back to her ten minutes in the bathroom with the blue eyed blonde. He sighed at her response which caused her to laugh loudly, running her hand through his already messy hair to spike it up further. "The very, very serious problem would happen to be that I'm starting to feel sober!"
"Oh my, who would have thought it?" Clay laughed at her face as he pulled back and snaked an arm around her waist, as he lead her towards the stairs. He couldn't help but laugh harder as she didn't make any attempt to take a step down and slid certain to fall if he hadn't been there to hold her up right. "How about we go get you a drink before I introduce you to some friends of mine?" Clay smirked as he directed her further down the stairs and through the crowd towards the open bar that Alpha Rho had kindly put on for the first big party of the year.
Brooke moved away from Clay as he poured her a drink, she preferred to steal a full bottle of vodka than take one of the plastic red cups. Clay followed her laughing after downing the drink that he had prepared for his best friend. Her hand sliding into his as she led him back towards the dance floor.
"Man, I'm so glad that we're back together Davis! Me, you and that Gattina girl are so going to fuck Duke up good! I'm sure the Scott brothers won't have a problem causing some shit either, come on I want you to meet them!" Clay smirked as he tried to wriggle his way out of dancing, which he didn't view as a strength of his.
"Meet who?" Brooke whined as he pulled her forcefully towards someone he'd just spotted, his hand moving down her wrist and cupping hers while he continued to drag her away. "Clay I want to dance!" Brooke protested as she found herself nearing the edge of the room, a corner that was practically empty.
"Davis, Evans!" A very drunk Rachel caught up to the two of them, linking her arm around Clay's free one and walking in the same direction as the two of them. "Where the fuck are we going?" She laughed as she realised that they were heading away from the music, alcohol and the heart of the party.
Clay just smirked at her comment before pulling Brooke closer to him, grinning at guys that they passed. He was very aware that he had the two hottest girls from the party wrapped around him, which was just the way it happened to fall for Clay. He always managed to get the hottest girls all over him within a matter of minutes, leaving other guys fuming.
"Hey," Clay grinned as he shook the girls off his arm and embraced a blonde haired boy excitedly, smacking his back in a macho fashion. The boy greeted him back with the same enthusiasm and an equally hard slap on the back before pulling back and commenting on the general party. "Hey Nathan," Clay grinned before nodding at the darker haired boy and turning back to the blonde. He groaned as he felt a sharp pain in his ribs, he turned to find a very angry looking Brooke Davis glaring up at him. "What's up princess?"
"I want to dance," Brooke moaned and swayed on the spot before losing her balance and falling down into Clay, burying her head into his shoulder. Smiling as she felt the familiar scent of his fragrance mixed with the smell of him, a smell that made her feel relaxed and comfortable. She smiled once more before gently kissing her best friend on the neck. She felt him laugh at her action while he continued to talk to the boys that he'd been desperate to introduce her to.
"So guys, this is Brooke Davis. The girl that I talk about way too much and the girl that I go to see at those parties my parents drag me to!" Clay bragged about his friend as he indicated down to the pretty brunette that still had one hand draped around his neck. Rachel leaned against the other side of him now, mainly to keep herself on her feet and not on the floor.
"Brooke Davis, you've got a lot to live up to." The blonde smirked down at her before he realised exactly who the girl all over his best friend happened to be. He rolled his eyes at the situation he found himself in. He knew how irritated Clay would be that he'd claimed his other best friend. He'd always talk about how Brooke was like a sister to him and therefore out of bounds to any other guys, especially man whores like Lucas Scott.
"These are the Scott brother's, Nathan and Lucas." Clay grinned at her, her head instantly snapped up when she heard the last name.
She was too out of it to recognise his voice when he'd spoke to her the first time, only murmuring in agreement. She caught his eyes and couldn't help but roll her eyes at the way he eyed her hungrily; it wasn't anything new. She regularly had sex with a guy to find that he wanted a second run, never did she agree though. Her policy tended to revolve around the rule one boy one time.
"Hey," Nathan grinned.
His voice pulled Brooke's attention from the older brother. She let her eyes slowly look over the darker haired boy. She had to admit that she was impressed by what she saw; clearly good looks ran in the Scott's genes. He stuck out his hand for her to take but instead she just smirked at him and looked him up and down once again.
"I don't do handshakes," Brooke whispered in her raspy voice, giving her a very seductive tone in her voice as she kept her eyes locked on Nathan. "But I do like to dance." She propositioned him as she saw the way he eagerly continued to feast on her body with his eyes. She indicated towards the dance floor with her head when he looked up into her eyes again, causing them both to smirk.
"And this is Brooke's friend," Clay smirked; his voice broke the atmosphere between Brooke and Nathan. He didn't want his best friend to become another notch in either of the Scott brother's bed posts. "Apparently Rachel is the sluttiest girl that Brooke knows, and Brooke knows a lot of sluts." Clay smirked as he ran his hand down Rachel's side, appreciating the soft skin between the bottom of her top and the top of her skirt.
"I really like the slutty girls," Lucas smirked as he let his eyes wonder to Brooke once again who sent him a glare in response. Lucas however instantly realised that his scruffy partner in crime was clearly out to score with the redhead tonight so took a step backwards as he felt the burn of the brunette's eyes on him.
Brooke gave no warning as she grabbed Nathan's hand and dragged him back towards the centre of the dance floor. She instantly pushed her body up against his and felt the heat that he let off. Her hips moved against his as the two danced to a familiar song that had been released recently, both of them solely focused on each other.
"Don't let him fuck her Lucas," Clay groaned as he saw the two of them take off.
He let out a sigh as he saw the way Brooke was dancing. He knew what Nathan was like and knew that he'd prefer it if it was the blonde that Brooke had chosen to be her dancing partner for the night. Knowing Lucas's loyalty to his friend meant a lot more than screwing the hottest girl in the room, which was something Clay would always be thankful for.
"Don't worry about it," Lucas smirked as he watched Clay slide his arm around Rachel and begin to lead her up the stairs – probably towards an empty bedroom where they would awake the next morning.
He groaned as he pushed himself off the wall, and headed into the centre of the dance floor where he caught his brother's eyes. Nathan grinned and raised his eyebrows at his older brother, and smirked down at the brunette that was positioned against him.
Lucas grinned back before he headed over. He nudged Nathan and grabbed a half empty bottle of vodka out of Brooke's hand. He uncapped it quickly and began to gulp it straight out of the bottle, trying to forget the agonising burn that trailed down into his body. He shook his head before he handed it back to a clearly angry girl. He laughed as he high fived his brother and the two shared an inside joke. Brooke moaned at the fact that the blonde appeared to be following her; if it wasn't for the orgasm he'd given her earlier she would be regretting that decision to meet him in the bathroom.
She grabbed Lucas' arm and dragged him away from the dance floor and back towards the corner that she had been previously dying to get away from. Nathan cut his losses and moved onto another girl who was within seconds filling Brooke's position.
"Leave me alone? We fucked okay. I don't want your number; I didn't even want your name!" Brooke groaned as she pushed him against the wall. It reminded her of the way he'd been forceful with her earlier.
"I love it when you talk dirty," Lucas smirked as he lowered his eyes from hers and down over her body, suddenly making her feel uncomfortable.
"You just love it when a girl talks to you at all," Brooke spat as she turned to walk away from him and back towards the party, planning to find someone to fill her bed tonight. The blonde had other ideas as he yanked her hand back and spun them around, once again pressing his body against hers as he trapped her to the wall. Her body instantly craved more of him as she felt the warmth of his skin pressed against her.
"I prefer it when they're not talking," he whispered into her ear slowly.
He enjoyed the way that her body had pushed away from the wall and back towards him, his body responding instantly. He pushed himself off her before disappearing into the crowd of dancers that had grown in the short period of their chat. She groaned and began to pull herself together mentally, knowing that he had wanted her again earlier and was bitter that he couldn't have her twice.
Instead of returning back into the centre of the party however she eyed a guy pouring himself a drink, she beckoned him over and held out her hand expectantly. He smiled at her nervously before pulling two blue pills out of a package and placing them in her palm, turning around as he saw her put them both in her mouth together. Knowing that when they hit her she was more than certain to forget what her own name was, let alone what had happened that night.
As the party began to die down Brooke found herself slumped in one of the chairs in the kitchen, her eyes glazed over as she stared out the window, occasionally whispering things to herself. She began to giggle loudly as she felt someone's hands slide up her back and begin to massage her shoulders, she turned and faced her surprised masseuse and laughed when she saw his face.
He laughed along with her as she wrapped her arms around his neck, quickly pulling him down towards her and let his tongue roam her mouth eagerly. She moaned gently as his hands ran up her legs quickly, pausing as they began to play with the bottom of her skirt. She pushed him back harshly as she jumped off the stool, walking towards where he'd positioned himself and leaning against the counter next to him.
He grabbed her roughly and pushed his lips against hers passionately, groaning as she opened her mouth and let him deepen the kiss. He began to move her backwards, begging to find a surface which he could take her against. He pulled away from her quickly and chuckled at the disappointment in her eyes.
"I have dibs on a room upstairs," he whispered in her ear as she nodded desperately and indicated for him to lead the way.
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