Livin' overdrive to the point of excess,

Wake up in the evening use the night as day.

Stopped lookin' for the people that are gonna save me

But, you can still try

Living like a woman since I was a baby,

And everyone I know has told me a lie.

Brooke slipped into a stool at the new bar in Tree Hill. Although she was alone, she didn't mind. It's not like she didn't have friends, she was just very independent and had no problem going out on her own. Besides, it's not like she would leave alone. Her motto was: it's not about who you go with, it's about who takes you home.

She did a quick scan of the room for any hot guys as the bartender eased his way over to her.

"Sex on the beach please," she said as she turned to face him. "But, I could just take the sex part, if you're interested," she added, seeing how good looking he was.

"If I'm interested, is your offer serious?" the bartender flirted, bending down over the bar so their faces were a few inches away.

"Make me a strong drink, and we'll see," Brooke flirted back, shamelessly. She did this wherever she went: flirted with guys who she knew she would never get with for fun. It was a hobby of hers to see guys who normally probably pretended to be such big shots when in front of an audiance melt under her spell. She had that effect on boys and men alike her entire life.

It always made her feel good to know that no matter how old she got, she could still get any guy to do anything for her. Not that 17 was old, but who cares! She had power over the male species.

The bartender nodded his head and began to mix her drink. She did another scan of the room. She locked her eyes on her first candidate.

"Eh... not bad," she mumbled to herself. She looked at the man sitting next to him. He looked vaguely familiar, but she was sitting far away. He looks cute, she thought to herself. She could only see his side profile, but from what she could see, she liked.

The bartender passed her her drink and winked at her. She rolled her eyes as he turned around to walk away. Men were so easy. She took a gulp of her drink. Strong, just like she had asked.

Brooke had been a party girl all of her life, whether it was alone or with a group. Getting drunk, bar hopping, and all the random guys she had met and hooked-up with were natural things at this point. She had promised herself never to fall in love. She had seen what it had done to the people around her. What it did to her parents, who were now divorced, and to her friends, who all laid heartbroken for months and months after a boyfriend had dumped them.

So she had promised never to let herself be hurt like that again. Sex without emotions was so much easier anyway. And she was good at it, so why waste it on just one person so that you could end up miserable when it was over with them?

Exactly.

Brooke took another sip of her drink and decided to go over to the two guys she had spotted earlier. She strutted to their table, feeling every eye on her as she walked, and stood in front of it. Both of the guys looked up.

She instantly recognized the first one: Nathan Scott. With his dark hair and green eyes, he was the male equivlent of Brooke in Tree Hill High School. He was the captain of the varsity basketball team, and had been on varsity since freshman year. He was the same age as Brooke.

However, she didn't recognize his companion. He had piercing blue eyes and messy blonde hair.

"Hey Brooke," Nathan said in his sexy voice. He stood up, pecked her on the cheek (well, closer to her lips than her cheek, but Brooke didn't care) and wrapped his arm around her waist.

Brooke had her fair share of Nathan Scott in their past two years of high school. They were part of the same clique, went to the same parties, and they were both party animals, so when they hooked-up for the first time, it became a routine thing. Some would call it a booty call, Brooke would call it fun.

"Hey you," she said as she moved closer to him. She looked down at the mystery guy Nathan had been sitting with him. "And hello to you too," she purred. "I'm Brooke."

"Lucas," he said back. He had a very deep rough voice. It immediately turned Brooke on.

"This is my brother, he's here from college for a little," Nathan stated as Lucas kept his eyes locked with Brooke's. There was something about her that instantly attracted him. Obviously, she was hot, but something else was turning him on about her, and he couldn't put his finger on it.

Brooke felt it too, but Lucas didn't know that. Maybe it was because he was in college, maybe it was because Lucas had been "the man" when he had been a senior at Tree Hill and she had just been a freshman, but something had Brooke interested.

They're tellin all of us that we're gonna make it,

But they don't tell us how

Even when I'm living, I feel like I fake it

All the rules I been taught,

I'm gonna disavow

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Hope you liked the new story!! The song (in Italics is BODY 21 by MORNINGWOOD). I really don't even know where this is going yet, but when I sit down to write another chapter it'll probably just flow out of my fingertips :-P hahah please review!!!!