Chapter 2

It's been two days and he's seen no trace of her yet. The memory of that night is still fresh in his mind, though. The smell of her hair, the softness of her skin as he traced every curvy inch of her body. The memory was definitely fresh in Lucas' mind. He'd be lying though, if he said he didn't feel a shred of shame. Brooke Davis was never just an easy lay for him. Not just some kind of fling. It was the whole reason things never actually worked out between them. Because Brooke Davis wanted and needed to be loved in a way that he couldn't provide for her.

Just like many at Tree Hill High, Lucas had perceived as the brainless slut that her reputation made her out to be. That was until he had gotten to know the dimpled, raven haired beauty. He soon found out that this girl was far from what everyone believed her to be. She was the most warm, loving and beautiful person he had ever come to know. Brooke Davis had more love and passion inside of her then he had ever dared to realize. And she needed to share that with someone worthy, someone deserving. And he wasn't that guy.

As he walked down the halls, Lucas wondered if this whole friends with benefits thing was actually a good idea. He could never really be just friends with Brooke. Then again, they'd never really been more than friends either. So he guessed the deal wouldn't be too bad. This way he'd have some kind of excuse to be in the same space as her.

God, he sounded pathetic. Maybe it was the hormone driven, teenage boy inside of him speaking, but he definitely wouldn't mind doing that night over. Everything about it just felt so right, yet wrong at the same time. Like breaking the law, defying gravity, changing the tides. Okay, maybe that was a bit extreme, he thought, but honestly, he had never felt more extreme then when he was with her. Never felt more alive, or more fulfilled. Brooke Davis had cast her spell on him and so far no one had been able to break it.

"Lucas, are you even listening to me?"

The sound of the blonde haired girl's voice shook him out his thoughts. He looked to his side to see her staring at him, eyebrows raised and confusion and question evident in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, what were you saying?" he says, cause he honestly wasn't listening and he really has no idea what the girl was just saying to him.

"Here I am going on and on about how AC/DC totally owns Van Halen and you're totally spacing out."

Lucas chuckles and rolls his eyes a bit. Peyton Sawyer. His musical buddy. Lucas had never met a girl so much like him, that it kind of surprised him that he hadn't fallen for her instead of the brown haired vixen he lost his heart to. Sure, they hadn't been friends for that long, but in the time they had spent together, Lucas had grown very fond of the curly haired girl.

"So you still haven't told me where you disappeared to at the party."

They arrive at his locker and Lucas enters his locker code before opening it. Should he tell her? He's not obligated to tell her and he's not even sure it's any of her business. He did feel bad though about the way he ditched her at the party. He's sure she must've been really pissed at him that night.

Another reason he won't tell her is his little deal with Brooke. The whole friends with benefits thing she suggested. He likes to think he knows Brooke well enough to know that she probably doesn't want anyone knowing about it and especially not Peyton, a girl she hardly knows.

"Oh, and please don't tell me you ditched me for Brooke Davis that night." she rolls her eyes and gets that tone in her voice again. The same tone of voice she always gets when talking about Brooke. Judgy and condescending. It pisses him off.

Sure, he had told her some stuff about Brooke and what he had gone through with her, but he hadn't told her everything. And as much as he tries to convince her otherwise, Peyton still can't seem to get the image of Brooke Davis, cheer captain and most popular girl in school out of her mind. That's all she sees, Brooke Davis being the epitome of everything that Peyton Sawyer despises.

"Don't talk about her like that." he says, probably a bit more harsh than he intended to, but when he's met with another roll of her eyes, he doesn't really regret it. "And no, I didn't ditch you for her, I actually went out for a walk. And then I just found myself walking and walking and before I knew it, it was 8 o'clock in the morning, I was standing in front of my bedroom door and all I could think about was going to sleep." he says, hoping that would be excuse enough for her to drop it.

"Besides, I called you the day after to apologise so I don't know why you're bringing this up again."

"Fine, I'll drop it now. You happy?"

"Ecstatic!" he gives her playful grin and she chuckles and looks away. For a moment he swears he can see her cheeks turning a slight shade of red, but he quickly shrugs it off, thinking it's probably his big ego trying to be fed again. Peyton doesn't have those kinds of feelings for him. He knows that.

--x--

Brooke winces as she feels the french fry hit her face. It's the third time today Rachel's thrown something in Brooke's face, primarily because it's the third time today Brooke's been caught dozing off into her thoughts. Thoughts about a certain blonde boy she wished she could see again.

"God, Brooke, where the fuck is your head at?" the redhead asks, annoyed.

"Sorry. I'm just a little distracted today."

"Yeah, that much is obvious." Rachel scoffs and rolls her eyes.

Rachel Gatina, the girl Brooke can only describe as her best frenemy. To the rest of the student body, Brooke and Rachel's friendship wasn't really anything out of the ordinary. They were both insanely hot, both cheerleaders and the most popular girls in school, and they both seemed to thrive on attention from the guys. To the rest of the school, their friendship was just another typical one, based on having the same likes and dislikes.

To Brooke, having Rachel Gatina as a friend was much more complicated than that. Despite having many things in common, there were certain area's where they couldn't be more different. Where Brooke tended to sugar-coat not only her own emotions, but that of others too, Rachel went for the brutal honesty. Always knowing what to say when Brooke didn't wanna hear it. It drove her crazy sometimes. Cause Brooke didn't like to admit to other people being right, and when it came down to it, Rachel was always right.

"You're thinking about the party, aren't you?" Rachel says, matter of factly, and Brooke wonders why the redhead knows her so well. "Look, I know and you know that I know you got laid that night. And all jealousy aside, I'm really curious as to who got into you cause you've been dreaming away all day and frankly, it's starting to piss me off."

Brooke can't help but laugh. Sure, she would like to tell Rachel who got into her that night. In fact, she wouldn't mind reliving that whole night again. But, that night and who she spent it with was her dirty little secret to keep.

"One, I'd like to tell you who got into me, but I was so drunk that night I can hardly remember myself, and two, I'd also like to tell you the details but you know I don't kiss and tell." Brooke grins at her friend as the girl starts to laugh.

"Oh, bullshit, Davis. We've kissed and told far too many times for that excuse to work, but you know what? I'll drop it. For now." Brooke finds herself releasing a breath she didn't know she was holding in the first place. "But only because we have class right now, and unlike you, I don't pride myself on being tardy."

Brooke gives her a sarcastic smile as they get up and start walking towards the main entrance. Brooke hasn't been this excited to get to class in a long time. Mainly because it's her last class of the day, and it's with him.

--x--

She wasn't sure when she started zoning out – no wait, she was. It was right around the time Mr. Wilson started talking about the civil war. Again. She was pretty sure she had heard that story enough times to recite it quote by quote herself. So since Mr. Wilson's words weren't fascinating she decided to concentrate on something that was.

And that's how she found herself staring at the blonde haired boy sitting two rows in front of her. He was staring out the window and the sunlight streaming through the window and onto his blonde streaks made him look even more fascinating than usual. She didn't even notice the movement, but soon, Lucas found himself turning his head and catching Brooke in the act.

But she didn't move. She didn't move or tilt her head one bit. It was just that now, instead of staring at his blonde locks, she found herself staring into his deep blue eyes. Eyes she was sure she had drowned in before and in that moment made her feel like she wanted to drown in them all over again.

So they were. Blonde meeting brunette. Blue eyes meeting hazel eyes. A smirk formed itself on Brooke's face and she found herself tearing her eyes away from his gaze, only to concentrate on the note she had started to write.

She quickly folded up the little white piece of paper, this not going unnoticed by Lucas himself. She waited a few seconds as Mr. Wilson walked past her row, still going on with his story about the civil war, before stretching out her arm, note in hand, waiting for him to take it. He quickly snatched it away before anyone could notice and eagerly opened it, wanting to read what was inside.

"What's your supply closet lookin' like?" a simple frown formed on Lucas' features and he turned his head to see the dimpled brunette staring at him with the most mischievous look on her face.

And it wasn't until after class was over and Lucas found himself getting dragged into the supply closet near the principal's office that it finally hit him.

But before he had the chance to do or say anything, glossy lips crashed onto his and all ability to form even the smallest words was gone. All he could do was run his hands through her silky soft hair as she opened her mouth a bit, allowing his tongue entrance so he could massage her own with it.

Her kisses are rough and to the point and he's smart enough to know that in that moment, she's in desperate need and it's his job to supply. So he pulls at the hem of her shirt, pulling it so far up she finally takes it off, revealing the lacy purple bra she's wearing underneath.

They're lips have now parted and as he studies her features for a moment, he sees nothing but pure and simple lust in her eyes. Her lips are red and swollen from the heavy make-out session and her hands are pushing against his chest, pushing his whole body towards the wall.

"So listen up, this is nothing more than a simple booty call, okay? I am not looking for sweet love or anything like that, I am horny and – "

"You're in need, so I supply, right?" he says with a boyish grin on his face.

Her lips instantly curl up in a mischievous smirk and she nods.

"Exactly."

There are many things Lucas could say to stop this. Many reasons why Lucas could protest and say that they're both better than this and that it shouldn't be like this between them. But when her lips crash onto his, everything is forgotten, and just like a few minutes ago, all ability to form even the smallest of words is gone.