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You Cheated Me
Part #1: My Fail Proof Plan and My Accident
© los angeles

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"When you want to test the depths of a stream, don't use both feet."

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At Tree Hill High, if you mentioned the name Brooke Davis, you'd get a variety of responses.

Some would say, "Yeah, that's the girl in my BlahBlah class," and wouldn't give it a second thought. Others would say she was like a majestic Greek goddess with flowing auburn waves and twinkling hazel orbs. There were also the ones that would look at you with a blank face, not knowing who the hell you were talking about—but those were mostly the freshman and the occassional sophomore. But then there were the ones that were already at the top of the popularity chain that wouldn't give two flying shits about you even if you walked right in front of them and got hit by a car.

Yeah, you knew you were "popular" when the moment someone uttered your name, they'd literally become your personal slave.

And there were only a few select someones who had that kind of affect on others.

But there was one that could easily be announced as the King of the Student Body with unanimous votes.

And he went by the name of Nathan Scott.

All the guys wanted to be him, and all the girls wanted to give up their bodies to him. And, as much as my best friend Haley James hated me to say it, I was among those girls. If given the chance, I honestly think that I'd take him right then and there, even if it was in front of his damn parents! He was just that hot. He walked around school like a king because, well, he really just was. I'd never spoken to him personally, but dear God, you don't know just how much I want to.

I know I may sound like a stalker, but, I know almost everything about him. It's just his business wasn't exactly private. I guess he was like a celebrity—everyone knew what he was up to, who he hung out with, what he ate for breakfast that morning, so on and so on. He has this brother—wait, half-brother named Lucas. I'd seen him around. And you know what's funny? Some girls actually think he's hot. I know. What the fuck, right? To me, he wasn't that attractive. At least, not as attractive as his brother. I mean, half-brother.

First off, he was blonde. Ew.

Secondly, he can't seem to make up his mind on his hairstyles. One year it was as long as Haley's, the next, it was all shaved off. I mean, pick a damn style already!

And third… Well, he just wasn't Nathan.

He was popular, but didn't have a big enough impression like his half-brother did. I never really spoke to Lucas, either. Actually, there was this one time in the History class we had together. We were forced to, though. You gotta hate having the teacher pick your partners for you. It was only for one class period, so I was able to hold my barf back until the end of the day. Anyway, back to Nathan. He's hot. He's charming. He's smooth. He's athletic. He's everything you want and/or want to be.

But me?

I'm just little ole' Brooke Davis.

Not in the popular circle, but enough to be somewhat known throughout the school. But I'd die just to be one of Nathan Scott's friends. But then… I wouldn't exactly be able to talk to him if I was dead, would I? Well, I guess you already know what I'm trying to say. I don't get why we haven't met yet, though. I'm hot. And he's definitely hot. We'd make great friends! But I guess fate has it out for me because our hotness hasn't interacted yet. I mean, the guy hasn't even looked at me once for the whole three years we've been in school together.

But, believe me, I'm trying.

She's going out to forget they were together,

All that time he was taking her for granted,

She wants to see if there's more,

Than he gave she's looking for…

Good Charlotte greeted me the first thing the next morning. I groaned loudly and rolled onto my stomach, stuffing my face into my pillow in hopes of drowning out the music. There was nothing more that I hated than being woken up without waking myself up and not being able to go back to sleep. But my plans were ruined as the song continued on and on… Gah, I should've turned my phone off, goddamnit! Reaching out, I swiftly grabbed my incredibly annoying cellular device and decided to tell whoever was call me to fuck off.

"What do you want from me!?" I barked, half-desperately, half-angrily.

"Well aren't you just a big ray of happy sunshine in the mornings?" It was Haley James. My best friend of… my whole life.

"Shut up," I grumbled, placing her on speaker.

"I'm sorry I woke you up from your beauty sleep," she giggled, "It's just I thought you'd like to be the first one to know."

"Know what?" I asked.

"Well, I heard from Bryant, who heard from Mason, who heard from his girlfriend Shelly, who heard from her cousin's friend Kayla, who heard it from Brandon, who read it off MySpace from Theresa, who got it from Hannah that… Nathan Scott's having another one of his little party things." Impressive. She said it all in one breath!

I kinked a brow. "And how does that make me the first to know?"

I've known Haley for so long that I know if I were speaking to her face-to-face, she would've just shrugged. "I dunno. Aren't you happy? Now you can create one of those amazing plans you always do to try and get into that Scott party. You know, the ones that always blow up right in your face and I'm laughing at you like you're an idiot?" Ouch. And I'm sure Haley's known me for so long that she knows I would've given her a death glare if we were speaking face-to-face.

But I love Haley too much to be actually offended by her sarcastic humor that I'm oh-so fond of.

"If you must know, I am pretty happy. And this time, I think I have a plan that won't blow up in my face," I replied smugly.

Haley laughed. Loudly.

"Ri—ight," she said, "That's what you said the last two years."

"You know what they say. Third time's the charm!" I chirped enthusiastically.

"Nothing ever stops you, does it, Brooke Davis?"

I let out a toothy grin.

"No. Not really."

Heh, I think he likes you.

I let out a grimace and furiously texted back.

ew, that's disgusting. px

Sliding my phone shut, I placed it into my purse and turned around in my seat to glare at my blonde-haired friend. Haley simply smiled and shook her head in amusment. Rolling my eyes, I turned around and actually tried to pay attention to Mr. Tyler, my History teacher. Well, actually, no. I tried to make it look like I was paying attention by doodling in my notebook and looking up once in a while. It was the classic: Make eye contact with the teacher and write something down to make it look like you're paying attention gag.

My phone vibrated silently and I read what she wrote.

What? He's pretty cute.

I think I almost threw up in my mouth a little.

This was coming from Haley James, my best friend who hated everything that had to do with the 'popular kids'. I'm pretty sure that if she were were given the chance, I think she'd honestly slit Nathan's throat and make sure that all of the other prissy girls got their heads shaved and become mutilated by ferocious, hungry tigers. And if she didn't think Nathan was hot, she thought that his dead-beat half-brother was cute!? Sometimes I worry about that girl.

I shook my head, a sour expression on my face.

u need glasses girly

Looking across the room, I made eye contact with the boy we were talking about. Lucas Scott. For the past few months, I'd noticed that he kept looking at me. It was just so weird. Whenever I looked up from my 'notes', he'd be staring straight at me. Whenever I was talking to my other buddy, Mason, in this class, he'd be looking at me. When I told Haley, she just laughed. She knew that I didn't exactly find Lucas attractive and constantly told me he liked me, just to get me grossed out.

He looked away as soon as I caught him.

It took all I had not to roll my eyes.

Real smooth, Scott.

NOT.

I guess Haley was busy taking notes—she had a habit of doing that—because she didn't text me back the whole class. The rest of the period went by devastatingly slow until the screech of the bell finally rang. Hooking a loose strange of auburn hair behind my ears, I collected my belongings and walked out of the classroom. Haley was waiting for me, as usual, outside. There was a smirk on her face and she was laughing. I laughed along mockingly. "Ha ha, Miss James. You're funny."

"No, you're the funny one Brooke," she said through giggles.

"He doesn't like me, okay?" I said, placing my hands on my hips, "And even if he did, nothing would ever happen, because I. Don't. Like. Him. He's not my type. Not even remotely my type!"

"Oh yeah, that's right. You only have one type: Nathan Scott."

I nodded, grinning. "Damn straight!"

Haley sighed, rolling her eyes. "Let's just get some lunch. I'm starving."

We made our way towards the cafeteria and we took the normal route. And by normal route, I mean that we passed by Nathan's locker on the way. And there he was — in all his wonderful glory. He was talking to his friends, that beautiful smile on his face. Just that smile made my knees quiver. Haley rolled her eyes when she saw my gawking and literally had to drag me away before people stopped to stare. She had a firm grip on my forearm. Wow, I never knew Tutor Girl had such a strong grip! Speaking of strong, Nathan had huge biceps…

"Did you see him!?" I squealed as we gathered our lunch.

"Yes, I did. What a stud," Haley replied monotonously, reaching for an apple.

"I know. Wasn't he just the dreamiest?" I sighed lovingly.

"Yeah sure."

We walked towards our normal table which was in the corner of the cafeteria. I would much rather sit somewhere near the middle, where I could get a clear view of a certain Scott (No! Not Lucas!). But then there was Haley and her tranquility. She preferred it silent, although I don't exactly know how much silence you can get in a cafeteria. I just think she doesn't want to sit anywhere near the 'popular kids'. I never knew why she hated them so much, and I never really thought of asking.

Until now, that is.

"Hey Hales? How come you hate Nathan and them so much?" It was an innocent question, really. So I couldn't understand why she gave me the evil eye.

"I don't hate them."

I scoffed. "Uh, yeah, you do. When you're bored, you draw pictures of Peyton Sawyer getting hit by a truck, for crying out loud!"

Peyton Sawyer. She was one of Nathan's friends. I think you should know by now that I've never actually conversated with any of the really popular kids. Just Lucas, but he doesn't actually count 'cause I don't like him. But by the looks of it, Peyton was a bitch. You wouldn't know that with first impressions, though. She looked innocent, right? I mean blonde hair in curls; kind of like Goldilocks. And she had big brown eyes. But I watched her sometimes and she'd tell kids off or shove them for no reason.

But her bitchy persona still didn't stop me from wanting to be in her shoes. She was friends with Nathan Scott, after all!

"Can we just drop it?" Haley's voice became icy cold.

I knew that this was a subject she didn't like talking about. I bit my lip, nodding. "Okay…"

Haley looked at me, sighing. "I'm sorry if I sounded like a total bitch. I—I just—"

"Stop rambling, Tutor Girl," I teased with a grin, "It's alright, really. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." Though, it still hurt that my best friend was hiding something from me.

"You're great, Davis," she said with a soft smile.

"Yeah," I sighed knowingly.

Haley just laughed, shaking her head.

"So when are you actually going to put your plan into action?"

Haley and I were on our way to our second to last class. Gym. Which I friggin' hated, by the way. It was practically at the end of the day, when it was hot and sticky. I was glad that I didn't exactly sweat much, unless we did something like run a few miles. Then I'd sweat like an overweight pig. The only reason the class was bearable was because the Nathan Scott had the same period as I did. I loved watching him play basketball or do his push-ups… glistening with sweat… with bulging muscles…

Oh, and because Haley was there too, of course.

I smirked playfully. "You'll see."

She raised a brow, but chuckled, amused.

We went into the locker room to change into our gym uniforms. Setting down my backpack on a nearby bench, I dug through it, sticking my tongue out in concentration. I brightened as I found what I needed. Pulling it out, I smiled slyly. If this didn't catch Nathan Scott's attention, then I don't exactly know what will. I mean, I'd been trying since freshman year to get an invitation to one of his parties. And most of my plans were shot down. Haley always thought it was ridiculous and said I was alright without an invite, but she didn't understand.

If I got invited, then our lives could be changed.

Forever.

As I slipped on my outfit, I giggled, trying to imagine what Nathan's face would be if he saw me.

No, when he sees me.

When I was fully dressed, I walked out.

Haley was leaning against one of the lockers, wearing a gray shirt that said Tree Hill High School on it and a pair of baggy black shorts. "So Brooke, what was your—oh my God."

I put my hands on my hips, trying to give her the sexiest pose I could possibly muster. And trust me, I could do one pretty well. Instead of the normal gym clothes that my good friend Hales was wearing, I had took it upon myself to give my own pair of clothes a little touch-up. Since I was so experienced with the sewing machine, I made myself a brand new outfit. My shorts were two times shorter and literally hugged my butt. My shirt was tight and I made sure that it was even tighter around my chest area.

"You like?" I asked, trying to make my lips pouty.

Haley looked as if she was trying not to burst out laughing.

"This is your plan? To dress like a slut?"

"This is not a slutty outfit," I said, slightly offended, "This is a sexy outfit. There's a difference."

Haley laughed. "Okay, whatever you say. Let's go."

We walked outside onto the field. And I had attention from everyone. And when I say everyone, I mean—chicks and guys. Well, some of the girls were just looking at me with a, 'WTF-face' and most of the guys literally just stopped and stared. I smiled, sticking my head up proudly. I vaguely heard Haley snort beside me, but I just ignored her. What did that Lucas-lover know anyway? I looked around, and it didn't exactly take me long to find the exact guy I was trying to impress.

Nathan was already near the basketball courts with two of his guy friends. Then there was another guy… Who's that? Oh, it's just Lucas.

"Plan: Get Nathan Scott horny is now in action," I whispered to my best friend.

Haley laughed, starting up her stretches for our normal warm-up laps. "Okay. I'll be watching."

With a nod, I sauntered over to where they were, swaying my hips exaggeratingly and trying to make sure my hair looked presentable. With each step I took, I had a newfound confidence. I was damn sure that this was going to work. I stood right on the sidelines of their little two on two game and smoothed out whatever wrinkles I had on my shirt. I bent down to touch my toes slowly. I looked over and frowned when I noticed that they hadn't looked my way yet.

Letting out an inward groan of irritation, I inched closer to where he was.

I raised my hands over my head and stretched, then leaned to the left and the right.

I continued on with my oh-so seductive moves.

When I was done, I looked up and saw Nathan looking at me.

Yes, looking at me!

Acknowledging my presence!

Ha, I knew no one could resist my hot body.

I thought he was waving at me, so I waved back happily. Then, he shouted:

"Hey, watch out!"

The last thing I saw before I blacked out was Lucas Scott, running towards me.

"Fuck…"

Were the first words that escaped my mouth when I finally regained conciousness. I was met with a massive headache and a bright, white light. I blinked a couple of times before I sat up slowly, someone helping me up as I did so. It was then I noticed that I was in the nurse's ward, lying down on one of the little cushioned benches they had. I also noticed that I was in the same room, alone, with the one and only Lucas Scott. Mentally, I shot myself twice in the head.

I opened my mouth to say something, but hissed as my headache started to throb.

"You alright?" he asked, "Do you need some ice?"

As much as I wanted to tell him to go away, I just nodded. "Y—Yeah. Some ice would be good."

He disappeared from the room for a few minutes and came back, holding a pack of ice. I placed it on my head and let out a breath of relief. That helped a lot. I closed my eyes for a moment, relishing the temporary feeling of no pain. When I opened my eyes, I found Lucas staring at me intently, as usual. He smirked when I caught his eye.

"That was a pretty hard blow you took there," he commented.

"What happened?" I asked. I didn't exactly process what had happened out there.

"Well, you got hit in the head with a basketball," Lucas stated plainly. "Now, if you hadn't been so close to us doing those stretches…" He exaggerated the last word with a smirk.

My cheeks lit up, and meekly I asked, "So you noticed?"

"It was kind of hard not to."

"You think Nathan noticed, too?" Couldn't hurt to ask.

I could be a little dense sometimes, but I wasn't stupid. So I was able to catch the crestfallen look that crossed Lucas' faced when I mentioned his half-brother. His brows were furrowed together and he didn't look quite as happy as he did a few seconds ago. He answered my question, though. "I don't think so. When Nate's in a game, even a little practice like this, it's hard to take him out. Unless, you know, the ball goes out of bounds and hits a girl in the forehead."

My shoulders slumped.

Oh great. So I managed to get a Scott's attention… just, the wrong one.

"Nice outfit," Lucas commented. "Made it yourself?"

I brightened, nodding. "Yep. It's pretty good, huh?"

"Really good. You should make more sometime." He was hinting something, with that smirk on his face.

"Yeah? Maybe I will," I smiled slyly, playing along. "And I'll make sure you'll be the first to get a sneak peek."

"Really now? I'd like that."

Hold up, hold up.

Was I…

Flirting?

With Lucas Scott?

"Brooke? Brooke! Oh God, thank goodness you're alright!"

Lucas and I both looked up to see Haley running through the door, wearing her normal clothes. Before I could even blink, she was giving me a hug. She pulled away and a million questions flew out of her mouth. "I saw you when you fainted! What happened? Was it too hot outside? Did you get stung by a bee? Have you been starving yourself? Is that why you fainted? Out of weakness? I told you it's bad to not eat for days! Do you have an eating disorder? Should I call the doctor? Should I—"

I placed a hand over her mouth.

"Haley James. I. Am. Alright. Stop freaking out," I said, offering a dimpled smile to show I was alright.

She sighed. "Okay, I'm sorry. It's just I saw you on the floor, and I wanted to bring you to first aid, but they didn't let me go until the period was over. I couldn't help but wonder if my best friend was alright."

Aw! I giggled. "Well, I'm fine. So stop being such a worry wart."

Haley looked around.

And I swear, her eyes bugged out when she saw that I was sitting next to Lucas Scott.

"Oh my God! I didn't see you there," Haley told him.

Lucas chuckled. "It's alright. So, you must be one of Brooke's friends. I'm Lucas," he said, extending a hand.

Well, duh! I wanted to scream out, but I figured my headache would worsen if I did. Haley smiled sweetly at him and there was an evil little glint in her eye that made me narrow my eyes. "I'm Haley. But I already know who you are. Brooke talks about you all the time!" My jaw dropped, but I quickly straightened when Lucas looked at me with a raised brow, questioning me. When he turned back to Haley, I glared at her. Oh, Traitor Girl is so gonna get it!

"I didn't know Brooke was so into me." Lucas was joking, but it still made me bristle. I was so not into him!

"Yeah. It's weird," Haley said, laughing with him, "But anyway, I have to get going to my last class. Chemisty's a bitch, y'know?"

"Yeah, and so's karma," I replied snappily.

Haley's eye twinkled as she winked at the both of us. "I think I'm gonna go now. See you after school, Brookie!" With a wave, she left.

Once again, Lucas and I were left alone in the nurse's office. What the hell was he still doing here, anyway? I was already wide awake and feeling fine, despite the faint dull pain that came back every once in a while. I wanted to ask him why he hadn't left yet, until he turned to me with a smile.

"So, you talk about me all the time?" he asked.

Was it just me, or did he sound a little hopeful? I wanted to snort out loud, but simply stuck with my crpytic grin.

"Maybe."

It was silent for a moment.

"I think about you all the time."

"Oh, okay—wait, huh?"

The fuck?

I looked at him and kinked a perfectly shaped eyebrow. His face was straight.

"I think about you all the time." He repeated, a little slower.

And I didn't exactly know what to say to that.

When I didn't respond for a long time, Lucas smirked, standing up. "I'd better get going. See you later, pretty girl."

I didn't watch him as he walked away. I just sat there. Words wanted to come out of my mouth, but I knew if I tried to talk, things would come out as a jumbled mess. But in my silence, I realized something. I realized that Haley was right. Lucas was so into me. On any other occassion, I'd slit my wrists. But, I guess the little hit on the head by the basketball made me realize something else. I could use this to my advantage. He was Lucas. Lucas Scott. And he had a brother. Wait, half-brother. The Nathan Scott.

And they shared the party together.

I could totally use Lucas to get into this party.

I leaned back onto the wall, a smirk playing on my lips.

Call me selfish.

Call me a bitch.

Call me anything you want.

But this plan is perfect.

Absolutely fail-proof.

And I mean it this time.

tbc

A/N: So… how'd I do? Hopefully good. Or remotely good, lol. Sorry if there was any offensive Lucas-bashing. ;p It just goes with the story! Even though it doesn't seem like it, it's a total BL. You just have to wait for it to deveop, you know? And the more reviews I get, the quicker the chapters will arrive. Haha. But whatevs. (:

Summary: Nathan Scott's the King of Tree Hill High. All the guys want to be him, and all the girls want to give up their bodies to him. I, Brooke Davis, am among those girls. I'd do anything to get his attention, even if it means seducing his half-brother, Lucas. It was the perfect plan. Unfortunately, as all my other ones, it backfired on me. Now I'm falling for the guy that I was planning on using for my own selfish reasons. Goddamnit.

Pairings: BL, NH, PJ, a little BLP.

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