A/N: Hey lovelies :D
So this is a new story that I have a couple chapters written for. This is completely AU and is Brucas Endgame of course :D
But I promise this will not take any attention from Our Forever and Always
That story is still my priority, but this is just a fun little side project :)
I would love to hear what you guys think of the story in the Reviews :D
Thank you all:)
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Disclaimer: I do not own OTH nor the characters
Unexpected Interests
Chapter 1: Different but the same
Music roared from speakers. The sent of sweat, perfumes, and alcohol lingers through out the packed the room.
Bodies pressing together in seductive dances, while others scattered the outskirts of the party. Some in the midst of intense make out sessions, others lighting up a new role, and the rest not wanting to be noticed by the brain dead stoners that surrounds them.
Lucas Scott leans against one of the walls, a red solo cup in his large hand.
There is no doubt that the teen is one of the, if not the, most attractive person attending the party.
With his high cheek bones, eyes of ocean blues flecked with grey, and his attractive sandy blonde hair cut neatly from the sides, but jagged on top. All put together with his body that seems to be chiseled by marble.
Yes, Lucas Scott is incredibly good looking. And yes, every girl in the party is eyeing him in an obviously attracted way.
But the blonde couldn't care less. Truly, Lucas Scott hasn't cared about anything for a long while.
Lucas took another deep swig of beer, effectively emptying his cup of the liquid.
"You know man, you don't always have to act like the cool loner. Believe it or not, you could actually join the rest of the team once in a while."
Lucas glances towards the direction where the voice was coming from, unsurprisingly finding one of his closest friends, Keegan Williams, standing there.
"Now, why would I want to do that? This way it makes things a lot easier to find my conquest of the night, and not have to worry bout anyone else talking shit." The blonde answers casually.
The caramel haired boy, Keegan, roles his deep mahogany orbs at his close friend. Lucas made it difficult, but Keegan did think of the blonde as a brother, no matter how detached Lucas seemed to normal society.
"Luke, have you ever thought of not having a conquest for one night. And I don't know…Maybe try to act like any other normal senior."
Lucas gives the boy a cryptic smile, "Now now, Keeg, just because your pining over one girl doesn't mean you have to convert the rest of us." He tells him, an extra gleam sparkling in his eyes when spotting a leggy sun flower blonde winking at him while grinding against another boy.
"And I think I've found tonights lucky girl." Lucas hands Keegan his empty cup while striding towards the blonde.
XOXO
A small six year old brunette stood in the door frame of her living room.
She stares up at the Christmas tree in the middle of the room. More specifically, her eyes lingered on the angel sitting on top.
That was the first time she ever questioned if Angel's truly existed, but certainly not the last.
The small child wipes the tears streaming down her round face, with her blood from the cut on her left palm mixing with the salty droplets.
The girl replays the night over and over again, the memories forever burned into her mind..
The screams from her parents.
The unmistakable sound of breaking glass, and skin hitting against skin.
The gut wrenching fear in her wondering how bad the fight will get this time.
The hopeless wish of having normal, loving parents like her friends, clouding the girl's thoughts.
However, the worst memory of that night was watching her father storm out of the home..
Rendering the girl clueless that it would be the last time she would see her father. Leaving the small brunette to deal with a cold, drunk for a mother
Soon after that night, the young brunette realized that to depend on anyone else, even if it is for your mother to notice your existence, is a stupid and weak mistake.
The only person she could ever rely or depend on is herself.
That thought soon becoming a sort of refuge for her. Every morning since she was a child, she would chant those words in her mind.
"The only person I can trust and rely on is me."
And every time she repeated the words, they became more and more etched into her very being.
Eleven Years Later…
That very same brunette laid on her queen sized bed.
Slowly opening her eyes, the first face she sees is a familiar one.
His blondish-brunette hair is messy like every morning, and his arms lie contemptibly around her petite frame.
The hazel-green eyed girl gives the boy in her bed a sad smile.
Yes, this was a familiar face, even a welcomed one. And yes, the two laid naked together beneath the bed sheets. But that was the extent.
Clay Evans was nothing more than a familiar distraction from the girl's life. A nice safe person whom she can meet up with late at night. And spend the rest of that night with one another, forgetting the rest of the world, their problems included, and just enjoy each other.
A person the brunette did not mind waking up to in the morning.
But never anything more. Brooke Davis did not love him, that thought never having even crossed her mind.
Not only did she not love the fair haired boy, but she did not depend on him for anything.
It was against her nature to.
The brunette having learned at a young age that trust was as empty and meaningless of a word as love, or need.
The fact that Clay stays through the night is nothing more than a simple convenience, so he does not have to deal with his parents fussing over the fact that he had come home so late.
Brooke slowly arose from the comfort of the warm sheets, walking towards her bathroom.
She now stands in front of her sink mirror, this simple action feeling difficult.
There was no denying the girl's beauty. Her long tresses of chestnut hair, fair skin, and intense hazel-green orbs, would result in much attention focussed on her, even when doing something as simple as walking down a street.
Yes, there was no denying that the girl was beautiful, and easy to become infatuated by, but none of that mattered when she looks in a mirror.
Whenever the brunette stares into a mirror, she does not see the beautiful head cheerleader that everyone else sees, Brooke sees the girl that no one else has ever even glimpsed at.
The girl who was so broken, and lonely, that she would sleep around with any guy, just so she would not have to wake up the next morning alone.
Brooke shakes the self pitying thoughts from her mind and steps into the shower, feeling the steamy droplets hitting her soft skin.
XOXO
The blonde boy kisses the girl's neck ferociously, tugging off her nearly non existent blouse.
The sun flower blonde melted underneath him.
She has heard so much of the esteemed Lucas Scott, and looking at him now, there was no doubt that he would be a good lay.
The skimpy blonde felt up and down his sculpted chest, feeling every muscle, and enjoying every second of it.
Once he finally manages to slip off her top, and is unhooking her bra, the girl could barely restrain herself for any longer.
Her hands move down, unbuttoning his jeans, feeling his hardness underneath her hands as she glided over his boxers.
A small part of her worrying how it would feel having its entirety inside of her, but the other half just wanting all of him.
Then suddenly, the heat is broken, by the ring of a phone.
The girl wouldn't have minded just ignoring it, but Lucas reaches over and picks up the small device.
An icy sensation running through his veins when seeing the caller ID, Dan.
Lucas curses before standing up, and rebuttoning his jeans.
"Om…Excuse me?" The blonde girl, still laying in his bed asks.
Lucas gives her a roll of the eyes, she not being half as good as he expected anyhow.
"Look, I've got to take this." He informs her.
The sun flower blonde glares, "You're kidding right? I mean I'm half naked on your bed, and you'd rather take a phone call then take me?" She questions disbelief coloring each word she spoke..
Lucas glares at her, his finger hovering over the answer button. "Yeah, so can you just get dressed and get out?" He asks in a harsh tone, not feeling perticularly nice in the moment.
The girl scow ells, getting out of bed, and picking up her shirt and shoes before walking out of the room in just a bra and mini skirt.
"Ass whole," she mutters under her breath angrily.
After ensuring that the girl had left the dormitory, Lucas answers the call from his father, and puts the phone to his ear.
"What is it?" Lucas asks briskly.
"Now now, I can't just call my son and check up on how he's doing?" The condescending voice of Lucas's father seeps through the phone.
"You never have before, why start now?" Lucas counters in the same cool voice.
Dan simply laughs, "Maybe I'm turning over a new leaf?"
Both men stay quiet as that ridiculous thought lingers through the line.
"Just tell me what you want," Lucas commands, a tad exasperated at having to deal with his father at such a late hour.
"Fine, I'll cut it short and sweet. Pack your things."
A panicked feeling courses through the blonde's vanes, "What?" he nearly stutters.
"You heard me pack up your things." The raven haired man repeats.
"Why?"
"Because I told you to, and because you're coming home," Dan states simply, as if those few words didn't send a feeling of pure and utter fear run down his son's body.
"Why?" Lucas asks once more, that being the only word he could conjure.
"Reelections are coming up, and this year I actually have a decent opponent." Dan starts to say, his thoughts being cut off by his son.
"What does that have to do with me?"
"Because this election, I'm gonna focus on the families of Tree Hill rather then just the politics," Dan explains in an annoyed tone.
"No, no. That wasn't the deal. The deal was that I go to what ever boarding school you want, I join the basketball team, and then go to whatever damn college you want. All you have to do is make sure that I don't go back there," Lucas seethes.
"Yes…" Dan begins, "But I realized that one day you're gonna have to act like a man, and face it. And what better opportunity than to come home and act like the perfect son, so we could seem like the perfect family and get me reelected as mayor." Dan concludes coldly.
"We're not a family!" Lucas yells in to the phone.
"No, we're not you're typical family," Dan concedes, "But what better image than to show the close bond between father and son after the beloved wife and mother faced a tragic death-"
At that, Lucas lost all ability to hold his anger in.
He throws his phone against the wall, causing his desk lamp to shake.
Lucas is breathing heavily now, the thought of going back to his small home town killing a peace of him.
A/N: So yeah, that was the first chapter :S
I really hope it was easy to follow along, and wasn't to bad.
I would love your reviews on how any of you guys thought of it,
okay, sucked, awful!
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Bree