It was a mixture of Axe, cigarettes, and a hint of vodka. It was enough to soak her panties in seconds flat. He was as elusive as she. If there was one man who was on the same plain that she was on it was him. He was intelligent, charismatic, and athletic and didn't give a fuck. She was gorgeous, sociable and had more masks then The Costumer. Together they did something exceptional, they created truth, it was too bad that it couldn't work. Honestly, they never had a chance.

The moment that she pulled the door open his arms wrapped around her waist and his hands traveled down to grasp her ass and lift her. As he carried her toward her bed she kicked her door shut. Without preamble he brought her down to her hard twin-sized bed on the standard college ordered wooden frame. They both knew that this first time wouldn't be long. He might rip some her clothes, she might leave some marks from their experience. Either way they would have their truth.

"I can't wait," he said angrily against her lips.

"Who asked you to," she replied and ripped his nice button up shirt apart. She heard a button hit the floor but paid no mind to it.

He wretched her hair back, forcing her to expose her throat and bit her before soothing the spot with his hot tongue. She cried out as the pain melted into an electric rush. Her hands squeezed his strong shoulders and then she dug her fingers down his back. He reared up in pain and yelled.

"That hurt," he growled as he shoved her sleep shirt up and revealed her to his hungry gaze.

"Good," she growled back. She was immediately put in her place as he lodged two of his fingers inside of her. She gasped in surprise but felt her inner muscles clench hungrily.

"That'll teach you talk back," he whispered huskily into her ear before thrusting his fingers, waiting until she was close to the edge before stopping. At her moan of irritation he bit her earlobe, "you don't get to come until I do bitch."

She growled in earnest that time, "aren't you man enough to do it asshole?"

He yanked his fingers out of her and ripped her shirt down the middle. One arm slid behind her back and forced her to arch to him so he wouldn't have to bend forward to capture one of her cherry nipples into his mouth.

As he sucked her fingers worked steadily undoing his belt and zipper and finally releasing him into her hand. He was thick, and long and hot. His cock was truly superb. He took over then, he didn't want her to guide him, he wanted her to know that he took what he wanted, what was his.

"Put your legs up," he ordered. When she complied he positioned himself, "did you put in the diaphragm?"

She shook her head no, she hadn't been expecting him especially after the stunt that morning.

"Shit," he swore, he hated using condoms with her. He liked to feel all of her when he fucked her. But nevertheless he rolled a condom on and without giving her any warning slammed himself home.

She moaned once and he was determined to make her do it again. She didn't like to make noise when she fucked, she liked to be in control of her body. She wanted to come when she wanted. She wanted him to come when she felt like it. She wanted to be dominant but he wasn't the type to allow his women to be.

"Does it feel good," he inquired, grinding his teeth. She was so fucking tight, her pussy overwhelmed him.

She looked him in the eyes, meeting his gaze. This was their intensity. They continued to stare at one another even as their thrusts grew more impatient, as they began to sweat. He reached his hand down and rubbed her sensitive swollen flesh and she closed her eyes and tilted her head up. Her throat was working, she was swallowing, desperate for release.

"Tell me," he ordered this time. He rubbed faster.

Suddenly her eyes flew open and she met his gaze again, "you tell me!"
He pushed her harder and he felt her intentionally squeeze her inner muscles, they both flew over the edge and as they did they both screamed out in ecstasy.

0000

Brooke sat beside her cheer squad and listened half heartedly to them gossip about a new girl. How they managed to notice one new girl on a campus of thousands was astounding. Of course she didn't have time to notice such things. She was Brooke Davis the squad leader of the Duke Blue Devils Cheer Squad, the number one squad in the South. She was also a junior fashion management major who was obviously going to strike it in the business. She was destined for greatness.

"Brooke, are you listening," Peyton Scott, a blonde member of her squad asked. Brooke didn't know how she managed to remain so innocent as the younger sister of the Scott brothers, the terrible twins. But unbelievably she was a sweet girl, Brooke wondered when the world would squeeze that out of her.

"Not really, but what was it that was so important," she asked. She was cruel, it was a good trait in her mind.

Peyton smiled at her and tossed her head of blond curls to the side, "I said that my parents are going out of town this weekend and my brothers are throwing a party back at home in Tree Hill. Of course you're invited!"

"Well thank you, little Scott, but I'm a little too busy for little parties in little towns," Brooke replied.

"Come on, B. Davis, we're all going," Haley intervened on the girl's behalf. Honestly, Brooke could be a bitch. Peyton was a sweet freshmen who had incredible dancing talent and was so patient with someone who obviously didn't want her friendship.

Brooke's gaze softened slightly at Haley. There were two people on the planet that she trusted and one of those people was Haley. Those two people may not know her that well but she trusted them and they knew it even though the words were never spoken.

"I'll think about it," she stood. Her next class didn't begin for another twenty minutes but she had to get away from her squad, "I'll see you all at practice. Do not be late, if you are then don't bother to show up."

The girls watched as she walked away and then it began. Teresa, a beautiful brunette who couldn't add two and two together gazed at her reflection in her compact, "she is always so PMS. I wish she would just be human for a second."

"Tell me about it," Bevin, another member, nodded, "she told me that I had to drop five pounds by March Madness or she was putting me in the back."

"She's a bitch," someone else added.

Haley was going to reply when a bunch of the basketball players sat down beside them. She searched for, and found, Jake Jagielski. He was a small forward on the basketball team and truly the love of her life.

"Hi," she smiled at him and accepted his sweet kiss.

"Hi," he replied before lifting her hand and kissed her just above where her engagement ring sat.

"What's going on," Lucas Scott wondered as he kissed his baby sister's head and sat.

"Nothing, we were just discussing Brooke," Teresa replied and finally snapped her compact shut to gaze adoringly at Lucas. The elder Scott, by three and a half minutes, was blond and gorgeous. He had let her suck him off once, she wanted to immerse herself in him.

"What about her," Nathan asked as he followed suit and gave his baby sister's head a kiss.

"I invited her to our party but she pretty much told me she wasn't coming," Peyton replied and laid her head on Nathan's shoulder.

"But we'll be there," Teresa added again. She decided that she would screw Nathan as well given the opportunity. Both boys had electric blue eyes that could burn through a woman.

"Why did you invite her," Lucas asked.

Peyton rolled her eyes toward Haley and Jake, honestly the three of them were always getting in between the fights Lucas and Brooke had. The team captain of the famous Duke Blue Devils Basketball Team and the squad captain of the infamous Duke Blue Devils Cheer Squad, and they detested one another.

Lucas was too cocky, too smart, too self-assured. Brooke was too irritable, too beautiful and too confident. In a room alone for ten minutes they could kill one another. That was how strong their hate for one another was.

"Be nice," Haley implored Lucas.

"Some people are just not meant to get along," Nathan told Lucas. Honestly he couldn't understand why Lucas didn't like her. Brooke was obviously afraid of being hurt, Nathan thought she would make a good friend if she would just open up.

"And what was that about yesterday," Peyton asked.

"What?"

Jake grinned at Lucas, "you know what we're talking about. You too were yelling in the middle of your respective practices. Not even the coach could get you two to stop. Beyond that she slapped you!"

"And then you proceeded to yoke her up and drop her petite ass on the mat on the cheerleader's side of the gym," Skillz Taylor added with a grin.

"She said something I didn't like," he replied. He would never tell them that she had called him a pussy and insulted his incredible sexual prowess. If he took the time to examine the argument he would realize that they happened around the beginning of each month. He assumed it was her period but that couldn't be right because she certainly hadn't been bleeding the night before.

Nathan rolled his eyes, "you always manage to tell each other the direct opposite of what you want to hear."

Lucas nodded and stared off into space before rising, "I have to go study for my Chem exam."

They all watched him walk away and then Jake was shaking his head, "one day they'll have to make peace with each other."

Peyton bit her bottom lip, that was up for dispute.

0000

Lucas spotted her as he rounded the corner of the library that was isolated a majority of the time. She was typing furiously on her lap top and whispering angrily into her cell phone. He had been ready to find her and either fuck her stupid or yell at her for hurting his baby sister's feelings yet again.

"No," she hissed into the phone, "would that make me happy? You're an idiot, of course that wouldn't make me happy! Look, all I need for you to do is to stay put… I will be there tonight… When? I don't know, when I get there! I have practice…I cannot cancel practice…Just stay there, I will be there by nine and then we'll figure it out."

In her last sentence he heard something he had never heard in her voice, vulnerability and sensitivity. He hadn't realized that she had possessed either.

"What the fuck are you doing here," he snapped back to attention and realized that she knew he was there. He watched her snap her phone shut and rise, "what did you hear?"

"Nothing, just you telling someone not to cancel practice," he lied.

She looked him over, "what did you want?"

He walked toward her and undid the belt on his jeans, he unzipped them released himself from his briefs, "do you need to ask?"

She propped her butt on the table and spread her thighs, her short skirt hiding nothing, "I have the diaphragm."

Lucas bent his head and captured her lips in a brutal kiss before sitting, when she sat on his lap, his world began to spin on its axis. He harshly held her thighs open and played with her exposed body until they both went climaxed in joint silence.