I wanted to thank everyone for the reviews:) I love the feedback. In this chapter, there are a few lines I used from the show, because I really liked them! But, most of it doesn't follow along the show. Also, i'm trying really hard to make this a good story, and I could use a beta. So, if anyone has extra time...I need someone who is going to be brutally honest with me, and kick my butt into gear! Also, at the end of this, it might seem kind of repititious, but that's kind of the point behind it.
Peyton ran her fingers trough Lucas' hair. She couldn't fight the smile that happened every time she looked at him. Lucas smiled up at her, taking a break from eating his lunch. He leaned over and gave her a soft kiss. Peyton wasn't ready for the kiss to end and put her hands on the back of his head, pulling him closer.
"Gross." Haley commented as she looked across the table at the pair. "Get a room."
"Ha ha!" Peyton threw a chip at her.
"I've got to go." Nathan stood, putting his trash onto his tray. "I told Tim I'd meet him in the weight room before class." He leaned down to kiss Haley before leaving. Haley was hesitant at first, but then forced herself to press her lips against Nathan's.
Lucas scanned the quad, watching as various teens gossiped while eating their lunches. His eyes stopped as they caught up with Brooke's eyes. He felt guilty as he looked at her. He wanted to take back the other night, the night he had cheated on Peyton. Brooke broke the stare first, looking down at her own tray.
"Lucas?" Peyton asked, following his stare. When she noticed it was Brooke he was looking at, she felt a tinge of jealousy run through her.
"Yeah?" Lucas questioned, tearing his eyes from his ex-girlfriend.
"What were you staring at?" Peyton asked him, knowing the answer.
"I kind of feel bad for Brooke." He shrugged his shoulders, waiting for the wrath he was about to endure. "What she did was wrong, but it was a long time ago and you guys were broken up."
"Don't defend her, Lucas." Peyton's happiness started to fade as her boyfriend defended his ex. "She put us through hell because of what we did, knowing the whole time she did worse."
"What we did was worse." Lucas let out a loud sigh, while bring his drink to his lips. He could see Haley's face tense with his comment, and he decided it wasn't a good thing to say. "I was dating Brooke when we did what we did, you guys were broken up."
"You know what, whatever, Lucas." Peyton huffed, gathering all of her things. "Is it possible for you to defend the girl you are dating, just one time?!" She stood up from the table and stormed away.
"Am I wrong, Haley?" Lucas questioned.
"I'm not the right person to ask, I'm on the other end of this raw deal." She shrugged, then started rubbing her pregnant belly. "How'd you get that bruise on your face?"
"What bruise?" Lucas decided to play dumb, even though he knew what she was talking about.
"The one just below your eye, on your cheek."
"Oh, I don't know, probably walked into something."
He shrugged while he looked away from Haley. She had always been able to tell when he was lying and he didn't want her to right then. He couldn't tell Haley that he had gotten the bruise from Brooke slapping him a couple times, right before he decided to sleep with her. Silently, he scolded himself for being the worst boyfriend in history.
"Lucas, why were you defending Brooke?" Haley questioned, shoving some food into her mouth. "Before you were so mad at her, now you're defending her."
"I'm just sick of all the fighting. "
Lucas looked around and spotted Brooke once again. She was nuzzling her nose into Chase's neck. A bright smile lit her face, showing off those famous dimples. She looked happy and content. Chase turned away for a moment, and Lucas watched as the smile faded from her face. Her look was more sullen now, like she had a regret she wanted to forget. He knew exactly how she felt.
"Hales, are you ever going to forgive Brooke?" Lucas questioned, turning his gaze away from the brunette.
"Yeah," Haley sighed, "I'm just not ready yet."
The halls were crowded as Lucas made his way to class. He caught sight of a lonely Brooke, and took the opportunity to talk to her. He looked around the hallway to make sure his girlfriend wasn't in sight before he strolled towards her and stood by her side. She didn't notice him at first, so when he whispered her name she became startled and jumped, dropping her books to the floor. Lucas bent over to help pick them up. As he bent over, the smell of her hair once again invaded his nose. He closed his eyes tight, taking the scent in. He looked at Brooke while he helped pick up the mess, but she wouldn't acknowledge him.
"Brooke, maybe we should talk." He whispered.
"About what?" Brooke questioned, annoyed and not making eye contact with him.
"You know about what." Lucas gathered up her last book, then handed everything he was holding to her. He stood slowly, holding onto Brooke's elbow as she stood also. Her eyes darted towards his hand, then she ripped her elbow away from him.
"There's nothing to talk about, Lucas, because as far as I'm concerned you don't exist. I can't talk to someone who doesn't exist." She turned on her heel, rushing away from him.
"I hate you, you know that!" He yelled, getting more attention than he wanted. His cheeks flushed as heads turned towards him. He watched as Brooke's figure grew smaller with distance. He really did hate her.
Brooke threw her book bag onto her bed then made her way to the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror, cringing at the image. The image she saw was distorted. A pudgy, hideous creature stared back at her. She poked and prodded at the skin, wishing it would disappear. Her fingers pushed the skin above her eyebrows up, as she contemplated getting a face lift.
She had been proud of herself before looking in the mirror. She made it through the whole school day without eating, and only drank water. Her stomach grumbled loudly, as if it heard her thinking about food. It made her smile. She felt as though she had some kind of control in her messy life. This battle she was waging was something she could call her own, no one would know about it, and that's all she wanted.
"Hey whore!" Rachel's yell echoed through the bathroom.
"Hey slut!" Brooke called out, leaving the bathroom. "Where've you been, wait, don't tell me."
"Ha Ha." Rachel rolled her eyes. "So, what are you making me for dinner?"
"Me? Cook?" Brooke threw her head back in laughter. "That'll be the day."
Rachel rolled her eyes, remembering the attempts she had seen Brooke make at cooking. The first time it was cookies, which appeared to be delicious, but when you bit into them it was different story. Brooke had mistaken the salt for sugar. The second time, Rachel wasn't sure what she had tried to make, but it ended up being scorched and black, and they couldn't shut the windows for the rest of the night because of all the smoke.
"Where's Clean Teen?" Rachel asked as she set herself on the bed. "Have you slept with him yet?"
"No," Brooke shoved her in the shoulder, "He's at home. He's going to come over a little later."
"Maybe you'll get lucky with him tonight." Rachel shrugged her shoulder. "I don't know how you do it. No sex? I would go crazy and cheat on him a million times."
"Ha Ha." Brooke laughed, nervously. She tried to hide the guilty look on her face, but Rachel caught it.
"Oh my God, you slut, with who?" She asked, sitting forward, now interested in what she had say.
"No one." Brooke shot her down. "Why would I cheat on Chase? I really like him."
"Well, yeah, of course you do. But you and me, Brooke, we're kindred. We need sex. It's a proven fact."
Brooke rolled her eyes. Sometimes she wished her and Rachel weren't so alike. It would be much easier to hide things she didn't want people to know.
"So, who was it?" Rachel questioned. "Was it that hot guy from the basketball team? Or, maybe Mr. Chavez wanted another go? Oh oh, I know, it was-"
"It was Lucas!" Brooke shouted. She was tired of Rachel's ranting.
Rachel's mouth dropped open the second the words left Brooke's mouth. "You're joking, right?"
"No, Rachel, and I swear to God, you can not tell a soul."
"Oh my lips are sealed, but only if you tell me the details."
Brooke didn't want to relive the events of that night, but did so that Rachel didn't annoy her into telling it. As the details left her mouth, she found herself shuddering. It made her sick to her stomach that she could do such a vile and irresponsible act. But, then again, she was Brooke Davis, head slut.
"You are such a whore." Rachel snickered after Brooke ended the story. "So, was it a one time thing or are you guys going to get in the boxing ring for a round two?"
"It was definitely a one time thing. It shouldn't have even been that."
"He is so an asshole." Rachel shook her head. "He cheated on you with Peyton and now Peyton with you. That boy needs to make up his mind. It's like when he's with you he wants her, but when he's with her he wants you. What the hell?"
"He doesn't want me." Brooke sighed, leaning back against her headboard. "It was just a mistake. We got caught up in the moment, and things got carried away. "
"Caught up in the moment?" Rachel smirked. "You mean, you got turned on by him putting you through pain and commanding you? Sounds kind of S&M to me."
Brooke threw her pillow at Rachel. "Shut up! I've never seen that side of Lucas before. It was hot."
"Oh well," Rachel stood making her way towards the door, "At least you did it for the sex and not because you're still in love with him." Brooke wanted to yell at her, but she was gone before she could manage any words.
"Peyton?" Lucas asked, knocking softly on her bedroom door. She came out from her closet with a not so pleasant look on her face. "Hey Peyt, I missed you." He tried to charm his way into getting her to forgive him.
"Good try, Lucas." She rolled her eyes.
"Nice dress, I like it." He nodded his head towards the red dress in her hand.
"Oh yeah, you would." She gave him a sweet smile. "It's Brooke's." Her face became void of any expression. "Look, why don't you just leave and come back later. I'm not in the mood to listen to your apologies and why I should forgive her. And by the way, don't ever tell me what we did to Brooke was worse. We never slept together."
"I'm not here to argue, Peyton." Lucas sighed. "I'm sick of all the fighting. I just want it to be over with. Why can't we just move on with our lives? You're not with Nathan anymore, you're with me." He slid his arms around her waist, and snuck a kiss before she could object.
"I know," She pulled back from his kiss and placed her forehead against his, "I'm just so mad she could end our friendship because I was honest with her, all the while knowing she had slept with Nathan." She sighed, placing another kiss on his lips. "It just hurts, Lucas. She's been like my sister for so long. She was the only person I had."
"I know, babe," Lucas pulled her into a hug, breathing in the scent of her hair. Subconsciously, he started comparing it to Brooke's. "Look," He pulled away from her, looking her in the eyes, "Let's not fight over that anymore, okay? I'm your boyfriend now. We should just be happy we're finally together."
"Yeah, you're right, Lucas." She pulled away from him. "You always know how to put me in a good mood." She poked her finger into his side, then went to her computer to put some music on.
Lucas sat on her bed, relieved that fight was over with. Now, he had to worry about this guilty conscience. "So, are you going to show me the dress you are wearing to prom?"
Peyton turned towards him in her computer chair, a guilty look on her face. "I decided I'm not going."
"What?" Lucas questioned. "You have to go. It's the prom."
"Yeah, and I don't really care about it." She shrugged, turning back towards the computer. "Before, I had Brooke wanting me to do these things with her, now, I just don't care."
"What about me, Peyton? I want you to go with me."
"Maybe we could just have our own prom, here." She turned back towards him.
"No, Peyton, I'm going to prom. And you are too."
Brooke stared blankly at the sheet of paper in front of her. Chase had just left, leaving her to study by herself. She knew it was time to crack down, if she wanted to graduate. Although, at the rate she was going, she figured Peyton would kill her before she could graduate.
Chase was trying to help her study more, but she was distracted when he was around. All she wanted to do when he was around was make-out, and he wouldn't allow it. He told her it would be too hard to resist her if they started it. She, just one time, wanted to test what he had said.
"Brooke?" She jumped at the sound of her name. As she turned around, her temper started to flare. Lucas stood in the doorway of her room.
"What do you want?" She gritted her teeth, sending daggers with her eyes. "And who the hell let you in?"
"The door was unlocked." He didn't move from the doorway, afraid of the pain Brooke would inflict if he did so. "I thought we should talk about what happened, so we could clear some things up."
"Lucas, please, I really don't want to talk about it. Let's just forget it happened, okay?" Brooke dropped her head into her hands. A headache started to form at the thought of analyzing that fateful night. "It's not like it'll happen again. And you're happy with Peyton and I'm happy with Chase."
"I know, Brooke," Lucas sighed, "But, I kind of wanted to apologize for hurting you, too."
"Yeah, that was a pretty asshole thing to do." She pulled her head from her hands and stared at him.
"Well, you were hitting me. And biting me! What was I supposed to do?" Lucas walked slowly into her bedroom, and sat on the bed. "You completely destroyed my bedroom. You were nuts."
"Because you are an asshole!" Brooke shot at him.
"I wasn't an asshole until you started throwing books at my head." He fought back. He knew going to see her was a bad idea. "Then, today, you told me I didn't exist. What the hell, Brooke?"
"Because you don't exist anymore, Lucas." She sighed while shaking her head. "You can't exist anymore. I don't want to know you. I want to completely erase you from my memory. Do you know how much better my life would be?"
"What?" Lucas was hurt by her comment.
"Think about it, Lucas. I'd still have my best friend. I would have never had my heartbroken. I wouldn't be afraid to fall in love with a perfectly sweet boy, because in the back of my head I know he's going to cheat on me and that I'm not good enough for him."
"Yeah, and you'd probably have every STD known to man." Lucas was surprised by the harsh words that came so naturally from his mouth. "You'd still be Brooke Davis, head cheer slut. Oh and by the way, you still slept with Nathan, even though I wasn't in your life, so you'd still lose your best friend. Only, without me, you wouldn't have me and Peyton cheating to use as your only defense."
"Screw you, Lucas!" Brooke grabbed her book sitting on the desk and whipped it at Lucas. He wasn't prepared for this, so it hit him right in the nose. He bent over in pain, holding his hands over his nose. A sudden wave of sympathy went through Brooke, but when she remembered what he had just said to her, she repressed the feeling.
"Brooke!" Lucas' words were muffled by his hands. "When did you become so violent? Seriously. I think I have a bloody nose."
"You're fine, you baby!" Brooke stood up from her chair, her hands on her hips. "I think you need to get out."
"Yeah, you're right, because I don't want to be murdered by the Psycho Slut of Tree Hill."
A loud gasp came from Brooke's mouth. "Take that back, Lucas." She demanded. Lucas only stared at her, standing his ground. "I mean it, take it back."
"No." Lucas shook his head.
Rage took over Brooke's body as she ran towards him and tackled him onto the bed. Her arms swung wildly, as she hit Lucas wherever she could. He tried to shield his body from her arms, but wasn't successful. Her swings were making contact all over the place. He reached his hands out, and grabbed her by the wrists. He brought them close to his body as Brooke struggled to free herself from his grasp.
"Let me go, Lucas!" She screamed, as she straddled his body. "I'm going to kill you!"
"No you're not, you're going to calm down." He controlled her body movements with his hands. The more Brooke flailed, the harder it became for Lucas to hold onto her. He lost his grip on her wrists, and her hands flew around and struck him across the face.
The smacking sound caused Brooke to halt her actions. She stared down at Lucas, as he wore an expression of pain, and there was a red mark gracing the side of his face. It appeared to her that he had tears in his eyes, and she started feeling guilty. She leaned down and pressed her lips against the spot she had hit him. It was the first thing she could think of that would help take the pain away. It was what her parents did to her as a child.
As she pulled back, Lucas put his hands on the back of her head and forced her face back into his. Brooke was taken off guard, but immediately started kissing him back. Lucas' tongue caressed Brooke's as he probed inside her mouth. Brooke brought her hands up to the sides of his face, holding onto it as her and Lucas kissed. Lucas brought his hands down from the back of Brooke's head, and drug them along her shoulders. They stroked down her arms, then found their way to her torso. He rubbed from the top of her breasts, down to the hem of her shirt. He pulled at the shirt, and Brooke moved her head back enough to allow him to remove it the whole way.
She brought her lips down to the side of his neck, and drug her tongue along it. Lucas moaned with pleasure, as Brooke's tongue swirled around behind his ear. His hands found their way to the front of her body, where he cupped her breasts. He slid them along the bra line, to her back, and undid the clasp to her bra. The bra slid down her arms, and she lifted her hands so Lucas could remove it the rest of the way. Lucas' hands once again found their way to her breasts.
"Brooke," Lucas pushed her back, "We can't do this."
"Shutup, Lucas."
Brooke pressed her lips against his to shut him up. She reached her hand down, and picked herself up enough to pull the shirt from Lucas' body. When the shirt was removed, she pressed her naked upper body against his. Lucas let out a soft moan, enjoying the feeling of her flesh against his. His hands went up, and cupped the sides of her face, as he kissed her again, this time more gentle.
"I hate you, Lucas." Brooke breathed in between kisses.
"I hate you more, Brooke."