Thank you so much for the shown interest! Your reviews make me so, so happy! This is my current favorite story and I really hope you guys enjoy this update as much as the first. Sorry that it's so short.

The song is U.R.A Fever. I always listen to music while I write, and this song ended up being on repeat during the writing of this whole chapter.

Xx N

-X-

Look at you forever
Your eyes like a casino

The smooth purr of a motor wakes Brooke up from her shallow sleep. Immediately though, her head perks. She tries to tell herself that she doesn't care if they had a good or bad night, but secretly she does.

That's why she creeps down the hallway when the droplets of water escaping the shower head pulse through her ears.

She hasn't made it all the way down the stairs, but that tenuous feeling that someone else is in the room causes her to freeze.

"Waiting up for me?" the slurred, husky voice calls out through the darkness. Her darkness.

She tenses momentarily, but the feeling is quickly shaken away and replaced with that sultry smile she's perfected.

"Rachel, actually."

"She's in the shower," he says so matter-of-factly that Brooke's brow raises in almost instinct.

"And why are you still here?" her raspy voice asks, because quite honestly she really doesn't know. And he can't possibly like Rachel enough to want to see her after a probable sex date. Which is, all that this asshole wants?

"Someone's not being very polite," he bites back in that overly polite tone of his, a chuckle added at the end just to make sure Brooke's blood is boiling.

"My apologies, Lucas," the brunette firework drawls out with a mock southern twang. "Would you like a drink of water, maybe a nice back rub?"

"Nah," he chuckles, and suddenly she can feel his breath inches from her face. It smells like alcohol and maybe coke, but she doesn't care much. "Rachel already got my back covered earlier."

"You're disgusting," she spits, lips pursing.

"You're just pissed that I haven't offered a three some yet." His calloused fingers are now making impact with her naked collar bone, and it takes all of her strength to slap away his touch and the feelings it's bringing.

"Luke, I'm out of the shower!" Rachel's voice stops all of the obscenities that Brooke was about to throw at the blonde boy, and she thinks she's thankful for that, because it would have shown just how bothered by it she really is.

"That's my cue, Beautiful," he whispers into her ear, and for once she almost allows herself to melt into his warmth. Almost. "Maybe I'll pay you a little visit when I'm done with Rachel." And with that, he's gone.

-X-

You are a fever
You ain't born typical

It's two hours later and she's tucked into her warm bed. The little encounter with Lucas left her feeling pretty tired, so thankfully sleep came quickly.

Her ipod also helped her drown out most of the sex noises, but she doesn't want to think or acknowledge that.

"Rach," she whispers half asleep when a warm body crawls under her covers. She's used to Rachel doing this, just like she does to Rachel sometimes. What she's not used to, is the circular patterns that are being rubbed into the milky skin of her arm.

"You get one more guess," he whispers into her ear, and weirdly enough she doesn't slap him or push him away.

"Why are you in my bed?" she asks calmly, as if this is completely normal and natural.

There's a short pause, so she takes the chance to count how many times her heart beats. She's not ready for his next words though.

"You looked lonely."

His words leave her momentarily speechless. Maybe because there's clear honestly in his voice. Maybe because there's a little hint of concern. Or maybe just because she is.

"I'm not lonely." But just because it's true doesn't mean she has to admit it.

"Whatever you say, Brooke," is his response, and any sign of a caring human being is wiped away.

"You should be getting back to your little partner."

"I like it right here."

"Well, I'm not just going to be one of your sluts. No matter what my sister might say, I actually have some standards," through the harsh words, there's a clear tone of vulnerability, and she instantly curses herself, because she knows that he probably noticed it.

"Alright," he says, no emotion in his words, and for the second time she desperately wishes she could see him.

The pressure of his body next to hers is quickly gone, and just as quickly her bedroom door closes.

Her bed doesn't feel so cozy anymore, she thinks.

-X-

Keep it up son
Go ahead and have her

"So, how was your night with Lucas?" Brooke innocently asks as the two sisters drive to school. They were in a hurry this morning, so there wasn't much chatting exchanged between the two.

"He asked me to be his girlfriend," Rachel gushes, squealing slightly at the end.

Brooke definitely was not prepared for the lump that formed in her throat. Or the sinking feeling that took over her heart for a few seconds.

"That's great, Rach," Brooke manages to congratulate through an obviously forced smile.

"I know!" she agrees. "We're going on another date tonight."

"Isn't going on dates what you do to get into someone's pants?" Brooke asks, feigning confusion. "Cause, I mean, he's already gotten there," she adds jokingly, and Rachel seems to miss the bitterness.

"Funny!" Rachel laughs lightly. "He's so amazing, Brooke. Like, best fuck I've ever had."

"Oh."

"Like, last night after I showered, we did it four times - nine orgasms," Rachel continues, not caring to notice the obvious discomfort her sister is undergoing.

"Wow," Brooke manages to add, because as selfish as it is on Rachel's part, Brooke prefers it that she doesn't notice.

"I know!" Rachel squeals, which is really starting to annoy Brooke. "It was, like, mind blowing – earth shattering – uhhhhhhhhmazing!"

"Lucky you," Brooke says with dry sarcasm, but again, Rachel does not notice.

"He has a younger brother, uhm, Nathan, we could totally set you guys up."

"I think I'll pass."

"Oh, come on, Brooke," Rachel sighs in her over dramatic way. "We've been here for about a week and you still haven't fucked anyone."

"Because there's not anyone in this hick town worth fucking."

"Uhm, that's a lie and you know it - there's plenty of hot guys."

"No, I don't, Rachel," Brooke finally snaps, her husky voice rising. "On account of the fucking fact that I can't see how 'hot' any of them are!" She throws her hands in the air, before urgently crossing them across her chest.

"B., I'm sorry," Rachel whispers in that sad voice that always comes out when Brooke's condition comes back to bite her.

By now the car has come to a stop, so it's safe for Brooke to assume that they've reached the school. And if that didn't give it away, the audible chatter of hormonal teens filters into the car.

"Just forget it," Brooke mumbles, reaching for the door handle.

"Want me to walk you to class?" Rachel calls out before the car door is slammed shut. An obvious Brooke Davis 'no'.

-X-

Find a piece of silver
Pretty as a diagram

She storms through the hallways, and it's not until the bell signals that she should be in her first period, that she realizes that she has no idea how to get to the class.

"Fuck," she mumbles to herself, stopping her frantic walking to find solace against the hallway wall.

She doesn't have much time to catch her breath before she hears that very new, yet somehow familiar voice.

Letting her peep toe boots guide her towards the voice, she eventually finds herself opening a door, so that she's now hearing pleasured groans instead of voices.

"Brooke?" the now out of breath voice asks her in confusion when her not so secret entrance is noticed.

"Uh, sorry," Brooke mumbles, flushed. She definitely did not plan on walking in on her sister and her sister's fuck buddy. Because as much as she hates them together, she wouldn't stoop to being a cock blocker.

"Who are you?" a feminine voice that is definitely not Rachel asks her. Brooke freezes, finally turning around when the exasperated voice adds a "well?"

"I could ask you the same exact thing."

"Brooke, please," Lucas begs from across the room.

"This is disgusting," Brooke hisses fiercely, cheeks flushed as she tries to contain her anger towards Lucas. She was wrong, he's scummier than she thought.

"Brooke, listen-"

"No, you listen, Lucas." She snaps, walking defiantly towards his voice. "You better tell Rachel by tonight, or I fucking will." Her perfectly manicured hands are poking at his chest, and he's thrown off guard for a second by the amount of fire someone so petite can hold.

She walks away before he has a chance to say anything back. And he thinks about maybe following her, but he knows there's no point. It's not like they even like each other.

-X-

Go ahead and have her
Go ahead and leave her

"And, and he said it's-it's not gonna work out, but th-that we can be friends," sobbed Rachel, holding on to Brooke's shoulder, as her tears streamed into Brooke's hair.

She can't say that she feels too bad for her sister. After all, Rachel will be over it by morning time. So with that thought, she swallows up her annoyance, and allows Rachel to let out her hidden disappointment of not getting laid tonight.

"Did he say why?" Brooke asks innocently, holding her breath for the reply.

"Basketball season."

"Oh." Liar!

"I've never been dumped before!" Rachel sobs for the millionth time, dejection written all over her usually confident face.

"To be fair, you were only dating for a few hours."

"That's so typical of you to say," Rachel says bitingly, wiping her tears away as Brooke looks at her with a baffled expression. "You're just jealous that I was in a relationship first."

"And what was Chase, exactly?" Brooke asks with a stone cold expression. She tries not to look hurt, because she should be used to the put downs, but they always chip away a little of her inside.

"That doesn't count."

"Oh?"

"You guys never had sex," Rachel reminds, a wicked tone to her voice. She does resemble Satan's Mistress or maybe their mother, Brooke thinks.

"If sex is what makes a relationship to you, then that's sad," Brooke whispers through a melancholy smile.

"Shut up, Brooke," Rachel says like it's nothing and gets up from the bed. "You're just like me, you're a whore, so don't try to get all high and mighty," Rachel says in a scolding tone, and if Brooke could see her eyes, she would have seen the coldness behind them.

"Now get dressed," Rachel orders after a moment of silence, as if their fight hasn't happened. "There's a party and I'm not showing up alone."

Next chapter will be longer and will have tons of better BL. Review and make my day?