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Note: THANKS for all the reviews!! Okay- here is the next chapter! I am going to do one chapter on Brooke, then one on Haley, and so on. Don't worry – Brooke isn't going to be so snobby! She is going to grow a lot. It will sort of be like Brooke from season 1 compared to Brooke in season 2, 3, and 4. So don't worry! Okay, on to the chapter!

PS: You can see a picture of Brooke's dress from this chapter on my profile.

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Brooke struggled through the airport, lugging her two suitcases behind her and her carry-on bag strapped across her shoulder.

The airport was extremely small Brooke noted, wishing that she could find a Starbucks somewhere.

That last two days hadn't been too exciting for her. All she had done was pack. She thought about calling this Haley girl to find out about Tree Hill but decided against it. She didn't want to know how boring this town was.

Finally, she made it outside and managed to catch a cab. "At least there's one thing close to New York City." She guessed that the cab was going to be the closest thing to the city that she was going to find.

As she sat in the back of the cab, pouting despite herself, her cell phone rang. "Hey! Brooke!" Macy shouted loud enough for even the cabdriver to hear.

"Oh hey!" Brooke forced enthusiasm. Macy was off in Cabo tanning and drinking a Pina Colada when Brooke was stuck in some tiny town that didn't even have a Starbucks.

"Are you in North Carolina yet?" Brooke had told all of her friends about her trip. Of course, she had pretended that she was thrilled so she wouldn't seem pathetic. And she might have exaggerated a few details…

"I can't believe you get to spend a two weeks in someone else's mansion and not have to lift a finger!" Macy continued before Brooke could answer.

Okay, maybe she had exaggerated a lot…

"I know- it's going to be amazing." Brooke lied once more, sarcasm dripping from her words. Luckily, Macy wasn't one to notice.

"Well, I have to go! Lots of shopping to do! They have some really great designers here…" Once Brooke started lying, it was hard to stop.

"Really? I didn't know that-"

"Okay! Bye!" Brooke snapped her phone shut, causing one of the stick-on jewels to fly off and lose itself in the dirty carpet of the cab.

Rubbing her temples, Brooke thought about turning around and just hopping a flight home. But then she thought of her empty apartment and her sunbathing friends and decided that she was going to make the best of this trip.

"If Tree Hill isn't going to bring the fun to me, Brooke Davis is going to bring the fun to Tree Hill" she thought to herself, a genuine smile finally coming to her lips.

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"Here is the address Miss." The cab driver said as he pulled over on the side of the road.

Brooke shot him a confused look before looking out the window once more. "Are you sure? This is a café." Did Haley live in a café? Oh, god, this was so humiliating.

Stepping out of the cab, she took a deep breath and rearranged her thoughts. "No. This is going to be okay. After all, the cast of Friends lived above a café, right?" She said out loud to herself, all the while trying to remember if she had seen a hotel anywhere.

"Haley doesn't live here." A voice came from behind her. She turned around to find a tall, blonde, probably about her age, unloading her bags from the trunk.

She raised one of her eyebrows as she crossed her arms across her chest, "Who are you?"

The guy raised his eyebrows in return, surprised at her tone. "I'm Lucas Scott, Haley's friend. She wanted you to come to the café first so I could show you around." He said as he placed her bags down on the street.

"So you live here?" She turned her gaze back to the café.

Lucas laughed, "No, but my mom own the place. Oh, and this is where you are going to be working."

Brooke's face quickly formed a frown as she stomped her foot, "I forgot about the whole job thing." She whimpered, feeling sorry for herself.

Lucas, on the other hand, didn't seem to feel sorry for her at all.

"Yeah, you know? A job? How people make money?" He stated, seemingly a little put off by Brooke and her snobby attitude.

Brooke rolled her eyes, "Thanks Webster. You know, I'm not an idiot." Brooke was standing her ground. It was common for guys to think that she was stupid because of her beauty. No one could have both right? "Wrong." Brooke always told herself when a guy talked down to her.

Lucas held his hands up in defense, "I never said you were. I'm just trying to practice my New York attitude." He smirked at this statement, amused at Brooke's attempt to control her temper.

"You know what-" She stopped herself before she could say anything else. This guy wasn't worth it. "Can you just bring me to Haley's house?"

Lucas shook his head but proceeded to pick up her bags. Brooke decided just to thank him once they got to Haley's house and ignore him for the rest of the trip. After all, she was sure that they wouldn't be spending much time together. Already she could tell that their personalities were like fire and ice.

"Maybe opposites attract, but they never work out in the end. It's only sooner or later until someone gets burned…or frozen?" Brooke thought to herself.

Lucas wanted to laugh at the expression Brooke was making. Once again, one of her eyebrows was cocked high above the other, and as she seemed to be overly eager to examine her bright red nails.

She was just as he had expected her to be, snobby, rich, and spoiled. The only thing he hadn't expected was her beauty. Her picture didn't do her justice.

"Well, this is it." Lucas finally said after a silent ten-minute walk. Brooke looked up the sidewalk to find a small, average looking house. It was…quaint.

"Well, thanks." Brooke managed to smile as Lucas handed her the keys to the house.

"Yeah." He muttered after taking a deep breath. "Um, I'm supposed to invite you to a party at TRIC tonight. Everyone wants to meet you." Lucas finally forced himself to say.

Brooke turned her body to face him and place a hand lightly on her hip. "TRIC?"

"It's a club. An all ages club but after eleven most of the high school kids clear out." Lucas wondered why he felt the need to defend TRIC to her. Why did he want her to be impressed?

Brooke sighed, there really wasn't any reason that she could say no. "Sounds fun." She smiled at Lucas as if he were still in high school.

Lucas ignored her tone, deciding not to cause trouble. He had promised Haley that he would make this work. If Brooke decided she wanted to go home, Haley's trip would be cut short and he couldn't do that to her.

"I'll pick you up at ten then?"

"Okay." She nodded and awkwardly waited for him to walk away before making her way up to the house.

Looking at the clock on her phone, she shook her head. Six hours until Lucas returned.

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Brooke smiled at herself in the mirror. She looked hot – there was no denying that. She was wearing her new dress that she had purchased at Barney's the week before. It was a simple black dress, but it clung to her in all the right places and didn't leave much of her body to the imagination. And after all, didn't guys go crazy over "little black dresses?" Not that she was trying to find a guy here. However, she did want to get a reaction out of Lucas though, just to prove to him and herself that she was in control.

Her hair was perfectly straightened and framed her face. She barley wore any makeup, just enough to high light her face. The only piece of jewelry she wore was a gold and black beaded necklace. Subtly sexy was the look she was going for. And judging by her reflection, she had achieved it.

Checking herself one last time, she checked her watch. Only thirty minutes until Lucas was going to pick her up.

She sighed as she took a seat on Haley's bed. She had already unpacked, taken a shower, and snooped through every inch of Haley's room.

Nothing really had interested her. Everything seemed so normal. There were no hidden black books or dangerously cut clothes to be found.

However, she did find herself liking the coziness of the room. The teddy bear on the bed, the pink, fluffy towels in the bathroom, the pictures of whom Brooke assumed was Haley's family, and all of her awards from high school posted on the walls.

Brooke wondered how Haley had managed to hold onto her childhood in the crazy process of growing up. Brooke couldn't remember the last time she had had a teddy bear, and the only pictures that hung on her walls were those by up and coming artists, whose names she couldn't even pronounce.

Her ringing cell phone tore her away from her swirling mind. "Hello?" She answered, careful not to chip her freshly pained nail polish. They were painted onyx in color. Brooke never used simple words like black when she could use "onyx" and sound more glamorous.

"Um, Brooke?" A voice answered back.

"Who is this?" She countered. It was a guy's voice, but she couldn't figure out who it was. She was careful to always give out fake numbers at clubs, so it shouldn't be any creeper trying to score. The voice sounded so familiar though…

"Lucas. Is it okay if I pick you up a little early? I have to help my mom at the club."

Oh.

"How did you get this number?" She asked, ignoring his question.

She could hear the frustration in his voice as he tried to control his temper. She had to acknowledge that she was acting a little bitchy. "Haley gave it to me."

Oh.

"So is it okay?' He tried again.

"Um, sure. When are you going to be here?"

At that moment she heard a knock on the door.

"How about now?"

Rolling her eyes, she clapped the phone shut. Grabbing her purse, she made her way to the front door and said a quick prayer, asking God to not let her die of boredom at the "all ages" club.

She pulled the door open and almost let her mouth drop open. Lucas cleaned up good. He was wearing a black dress shirt and a pair of dark jeans. Looking down at herself, she wanted to laugh. They matched perfectly-subtly sexy.

Brooke wasn't the only one who was having trouble breathing. Lucas' mouth actually did drop a little. He knew it was lame, but he couldn't help himself from giving her a full body look over. As his eyes made his way up her long legs and studied each curve of her body, Lucas decided that Brooke Davis defined hot.

Brooke smirked in triumph, although still a little surprised at her own reaction. "Ready?"

Lucas shook his head, "Uh, yeah."

Smooth, he thought to himself as he led her to his car.

As Brooke slid into the seat, she decided that God was answering her prayers. As long as she had Lucas to look at, there was no chance of being bored.

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The club was already crowded when Lucas pulled into the parking lot. Luckily for Brooke and her heels, he had a reserved parking spot because his mom owned the club. That's what he has told her on the car ride over.

Brooke had kept to herself, just nodding in all the right places. She didn't mind listening to Lucas, actually, she liked it. It was just that she didn't want the conversation to turn towards her parents. That would not be good.

"Ready?" Lucas copied Brooke's earlier words as he opened the car door for her.

"A gentleman, I thought you were all extinct." She smiled as she took his hand to help herself out of the car.

"Well, we are a rare breed, but every once in a while we show up to hand you a handkerchief or lift you over a puddle." He smiled back, trying to not let on how her hand in his was making him feel.

"No," he thought to himself, "this girl is a stuck up bitch who cares about nothing but herself."

But as she laughed, her dimples lighting up her smile, he couldn't actually make himself believe that.

As they walked into the club, Lucas and Brooke were immediately surrounded by a ton of people. Names were thrown out and hello's were exchanged what seemed like a million times. Brooke smiled and basked in the attention. She was the biggest news in a small town, that couldn't be all bad could it? Lucas left her to go and help his mom, so after the crowd faded, Brooke made her way over to the bar.

"Can I get a chocolate martini please? Easy on the salt." Brooke said without even looking at the bartender.

"Um, how about a beer?" A girl's voice made Brooke look up. The voice had come from a tall, skinny, blond whose perfect curls fells just above her shoulders. She was wearing a tee shirt that read, "I do, but not with you" paired with some jeans.

"You don't have martinis?" Brooke questioned unbelievably.

The blond laughed, "No. So, a Bud light?" She asked even though she was already opening the bottle for Brooke.

Sighing Brooke took the beer and reluctantly took a sip. She didn't like beer, but she needed a little alcohol in her system.

"So you are the Manhattan girl?" The blond asked after she had served a red head girl who had been shooting Brooke awful glances since she had arrived.

"Brooke." She corrected as she took another sip of her beer.

"I'm-"

"Peyton!" Lucas' voice entered the area. Peyton shrugged her shoulders as Brooke laughed.

"Nice to meet you Peyton." Brooke smiled, ignoring Lucas as he sat down next to her. She didn't want to let herself go goo goo again.

"Hey Luke. Want something?" Peyton asked, once again already opening up a beer.

"Thanks." He said after taking a long sip. Brooke had no clue how anyone could actually swig a beer. Not that Lucas was gulping it; he had just taken a rather large sip for Brooke.

"So you two have met?" He gestured between them and they nodded.

"Cool." He added before the three went silent. Brooke felt really awkward, she wasn't used to having lulls in conversation.

Feeling a little better after the beer, Brooke stood and stretched out her hand. "Dance?"

Lucas, surprised, looked to Peyton, who just raised her eyebrows. Deciding there was no harm in dancing with her, he took her hand and let her lead him to the dance floor.

Reanimation by Blackalicious was playing loud through the speakers as they reached the dance floor.

Brooke immediately started swaying her hips perfectly to the music and laced her arms around Lucas' shoulders.

Lucas was a little hesitant at first, but as she pulled him closer to her, he just let himself go. He wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, something that she didn't seem to mind.

As they danced, pressing harder against each other with each beat, neither could deny the thick attraction that was flowing between them.

Brooke grinded into Lucas as he brought his face closer to hers, his breath hot on her neck, which drove her crazy.

As the song ended, Brooke decided that she couldn't last another song. She hadn't felt this attracted to a guy in so long.

Taking his hand once again, she led him through the club to a hallway that had caught her eye earlier. She didn't know if it was his looks, his voice, his touch, or the way that he talked to her that drove her crazy, but she knew there was something about this guy.

She let herself fall against the wall and pulled him up against her.

Brooke smirked as she wrapped her arms tightly around Lucas' neck.

"What are you doing?" He questioned, although there was a smile on his face.

"Well, I just figured that since you are here and I'm here, and you're hot and I'm hot, and we obviously have this fire-ice thing going on we could…" She laughed, knowing that she was babbling.

"Oh really? Who is fire and who is ice?" He said as his face inched closer to her face.

"I'm definitely fire. You, Lucas, are ice." She traced his jaw line with her finger as she talked, knowing that it was driving him crazy.

"Why am I ice?" He said, once again shrinking the space in between their faces.

"Because when I am done with you, you are going to need a few good cold showers."

Lucas was surprised at her boldness, but wasn't about to complain.

"Is that so?" He asked as he pushed himself against her as she rested against the wall.

"Yeah, think you can handle the heat?" She whispered in a husky voice before capturing his lips in hers.

As he kissed her back eagerly he had to admit, he wasn't so sure. And for the first time in her life, Brooke wasn't either.

XXXXX a/n: Let me know what you think! Up next: Haley gets to New York and meets her new neighbor who has a problem with knocking...