OH MY GOD THANKYOU ALL SOSOSO MUCH FOR THE REVIEWS… I got loads!

And so after all you kind words I thought, you know, I'd better update lol.

I'm sorry it's been a while, but I have my mock GCSE's coming up in a weeks time, and I need good results if I wanna get into college and make my mommy and daddy proud lol. But yeah, I'm predicted like 10 A stars so the pressures really on, and I basically havent done much work at all. So the exams last for two weeks. That means that it will all be over in three weeks time, and then there will be a lot more updates. Though I hope to get one or two updates up in that time.

So I'm really gad you enjoyed it, and to the person who said they wanted to find out how it all started, you will find out… im just not sure when yet!

Oh yeah, and by the way, I think I said in the last chapter that Brooke and Lucas never looked at each other, but in fact in this chapter they do, it's just they hate each other so much it makes people think that they don't.

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Chapter 2 - Barbie Girl

I'm a barbie girl in the barbie world
Life in plastic, it's fantastic
You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere
Imagination, life is your creation

Come on, barbie, let's go party, ha ha ha, yeah
Come on, barbie, let's go party, oooh, oooh

The weekend had been pretty uneventful and so Brooke returned to the place she felt most at home, except for a dance floor of course. And the bedroom. Anyway, Tree Hill High was more of a home than hers had ever been.

Today, Brooke was wearing a short tartan mini skirt with a vest top. She knew it would make him wild, though he wouldn't be able to say anything. She liked it when she knew she made him suffer.

Having the upper hand, that's what she lived for.

Brooke spied Peyton over at her locker and made her way over before noticing that she was having yet another argument with Nathan. They had been doing this all the time lately and not wanting to choose sides, Brooke chose to ignore it. In any case, they had always made up by the end of the next lesson. It was nothing to worry about, it was just their way of living.

Brooke floated past, the eyes that followed her constantly staring at her, not wanting to look away. She knew that it was a compliment that they did this to her, but often Brooke hated it. They all stared at her, yet none of them knew her. They all thought of her as the school slut yet the most popular girl, but none of them realised that she had the worst home life out of any of them. Peyton swore that she was jealous of all the attention that Brooke got, though Brooke noticed the uneasy glances that Peyton gave her when somebody took it a little too far and literally followed her down the corridor.

To them, she wasn't real. She was just a hologram, or if they were being nice, she was plastic. Yeah, that was it. They thought that they could mould her into any shape that they wanted, make her do anything that they wanted her to do. In their own minds at least. The girls wanted to be best friends with her, doing all the girly stuff that she supposedly did with Peyton. And the guys, well they wanted to undress her whenever they wanted. It was so disgusting, she could often seeing them doing it mentally just by the look in their eyes. It made her sick just thinking about it. She wore the littlest amount of clothes to feed their horny little minds anyway, she didn't want their imaginations to go any further.

Though, Brooke smirked to herself, most of them had seen everything. She may have been too drunk to remember, but she must have done half the guys in her class.

But not recently. In the past, what, two months say, there had only been one guy who she had fucked. It wasn't that he was anything special, in fact he was the biggest ass in the world when he was out of the bedroom, but she had to admit that he was a good shag. And nobody could take that away from her now.

Talk of the devil, guess who was walking down the corridor straight towards her? None other than King Lucas Roe. He really did think that he was something; he thought he was the best, he thought he could get any girl to fall to his feet.

But not Brooke Davis. She was in control in their agreement. She could make him beg for her after only a minute of them being together. His eyes, so blue as they were, could not make her into the gibbering wreck that they did other girls. No. She had the control.

Him and his two croneys were walking towards her. She knew that if they both were going to carry on in the same direction they were going, they would crash. Brooke smiled to herself, she would not move out of the way, that was down to him.

She noticed that his two followers were talking over the top of him, yet he was looking straight at her. He knew what she was thinking, and he knew what she was going to do. It was up to him what the outcome would be. She knew that he wouldn't want to come anywhere near her during school time, and she wanted to see just how far she could push it.

But he wasn't going to back down from this either, she knew that much. They were coming closer, so close that she could smell the aftershave he wore. Brooke had to give in to the part of herself wanting to shut her eyes, imagining the pleasure that he could give her with just one touch. When she opened her eyes, she met his gaze, his eyes sparkling, knowing exactly what she was thinking about. Because he knew it too. But nobody else did. It was their little secret.

Brooke looked up to once again meet his eyes, yet they were gone. The corridor was filled with noisy freshman in front of her, yet the guy she hated the most was gone. All she wanted was an excuse to dig into him, yet he had somehow managed to escape from her grasp. She looked to the left, no Lucas. She then looked to the right and through the door to the English room. There he was. He was stood with his back to her, talking to his 'sheep'. She groaned. There was one opportunity to get the better of him that she had missed.

She decided that she'd better get to Biology. She might as well go there and think about what she was going to wear that evening. It was better than standing in the now empty corridor in any case. She turned, her heels tapping along the floor as her hips swayed seductively. Even if no-one was there to watch her, Brooke Davis was always going to perform.

But in fact, there was somebody who was watching her.

Lucas slipped out of the classroom after being thrown out by the teacher. He didn't have English next, he had French, but the way she was looking at him just then, he knew that he couldn't back down. There was no way he was going to step to the side and let the mighty Brooke Davis have her way. And he couldn't exactly go and barge her to the side either. So he simply slipped himself into the nearest classroom and waited until she'd gone for him to re-emerge.

It wasn't like he could make her think she had control now, could he?

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"Wow P. Sawyer, you're looking incredibly happy, what's the probability that neither you nor Nathan spent your last lesson actually in a classroom with a teacher present?" Peyton's blush told Brooke exactly what she needed to know. She was proud of the two of them, that was very Brooke Davis style. But if it made her life easier, then she was all up for teenage sex between her two best friends.

"Shut up Bee. So, what did you get up to this weekend?" Brooke smirked at her best friend, did she really want to know? Well in that case, she was going to tell her.

"So, I met this guy in a bar, and he was oh so hot. Kind of like a hot Nathan, you know?" Brooke giggled at Peyton's glare, "And so we got talking, and you know, talking led to making out, and making out led to…"

"Davis!" A voice interrupted Brooke just as she was getting into full flow, "I hope that you are not leading my girl astray right now are you?" Brooke put on her most innocent face for him,

"No Scott, what would ever make you think that I'd do that?" Nathan smirked at her, the three of them all knew exactly what would make him think that, "Okay then, so that isn't the best argument for me, but why would you be so bothered when I was simply giving your girl sex tips. I mean, it pays to learn from the best doesn't it," Nathan was about to reply when a very indignant voice but over him,

"Hey, when did I ever become just 'Nathan's Girl', I do have a name you know!" Brooke and Nathan chuckled to each other,

"Yeah we know you do Goldilocks.. Hey kid? Can you please just leave me alone?" Nathan and Peyton looked confusedly at her, but then noticed a young looking freshman tapping her on the shoulder, " I am trying to eat my lunch you know, I don't need some snotty faced kid interrupting me," Peyton's eyes widened as she whispered to Brooke,

"Bee! You do know that that is the Mayor's son, right?" Brooke rolled her eyes,

"Does it look like I am even remotely bothered?" Peyton rolled her eyes, but the boy just kept bothering Brooke. "What the hell is it that you want?" The boy looked at her, worried about what her reaction was going to be to the thing he was about to say,

"Uh, Lucas Roe sent me over here to tell you that you are sitting at his table." There was silence. Brooke couldn't believe what had just come out of his mouth. Peyton laughed nervously whilst Nathan whistled. They knew what was about to happen. And frankly, they weren't bothered about it. They hated the Roe clique almost as much as she did. Almost.

"Now you listen here Kenny, or whatever little freakish name you have got going on there; you go tell Lucas over there that if he hadn't noticed, I am sat at this table, and there is nothing that he can do about it. I got here first, I am the one who is eating here, and he is the ass-faced hoe who is trying to ruin my lunch. And frankly, even if he got to the table first, I would be the one ending up being sat here. Because you know what, I rule this school, not him. So tell him to go fuck himself. Got that?" The boy nodded and ran off, hopefully recounting what Brooke had said exactly.

She turned back to the table and saw her two best friends grinning at her. She smirked back. Nobody tried to get the better of Brooke Davis and got away with it.

Maybe Brooke had known that this was the table Roe's clique sat at, but that certainly hadn't stopped her and it certainly would never stop her. They could sit wherever they wanted but they were not going to cramp her style. They could camp out in the bathrooms for all she cared. Brooke glanced over to where little Kenny was retelling Brooke's words and she watched Lucas, Haley and Jake's reactions with satisfaction. They all glared in the general direction of her and stalked outside of the cafeteria. It was funny, if they wanted to be more threatening to her then they could at least look into her eyes. She smiled at Kenny, he had obviously done his job very well, and she could see the look of delight on his face. It looked like she had given him his very first thoughts on the subject of sex. Brooke turned back to Nathan and Peyton and saw that, uninterested after Brooke had made her little speech, they had started making out. Charming.

"Ahhmmm." Brooke cleared her throat a lot more loudly than she needed to and the pair broke apart, looking very guilty. "You know, after that little outburst, I'm getting kinda bored, can we go somewhere?" Brooke whined, knowing that neither of them would be able to resist her when she talked like that.

"B.Davis, are you suggesting that we should actually go to the library?" Brooke's face fell.

"Ugh, no. I was thinking more about somewhere outside of these school gates. They make me feel all icky and claustrophobic. So can we go to the beach or something?" She smiled sweetly at them, confident of what their answer would be.

"Ugh Bee…" Brooke's face fell. Nathan's tone of voice did not sound like the 'yay let's go skip school' that she had hoped for. "… it's basketball practice today, and if I skip lessons this afternoon then I won't be able to play. I do not want an excuse for that cunt to knock me off the team." Brooke's head was now rested in her hands. Her now muffled voice was aimed at Peyton,

"P. Sawyer, we've been best friends for a long time… we really haven't had any time recently when it's just been us two, thanks to your good for nothing boyfriend. And I miss that, do you miss that Peyton?" Peyton laughed at her best friend, and Brooke scowled at her,

"Ugh Brooke, you do realise that we also have Cheerleading practice today, and if you miss that, then it will give a chance for skanky Haley James to come and take your squad away from you… again." Brooke perked up at this thought and started to think,

"You know what P. Sawyer, you're right there… Why the hell are you trying to persuade me to skip school when we have cheerleading practice tonight?" Brooke looked at the two disbelieving faces across from her, "What?"

"Never mind Brooke." Brooke set down to eat her lunch but then something twigged in her memory.

"Wait a minute, did you just say that you had basketball practice tonight Scott?" He looked at her and nodded his head, afraid of what she was going to do next. She crinkled her forehead in a way that would be deemed as cute apart from the fact that her two best friends knew that this meant she was plotting something. "That little scheming … it is quite clearly my practice tonight, how the hell does he think that he will get away with taking it away from me? You know what, he's got no chance." She smiled at her two friends, "Excuse me while I go plot the downfall of Lucas Roe."

Peyton stared at her, "Brooke, are you serious? How the hell do you plan to think up something that will destroy him so completely in just one afternoon of lessons?" Brooke rolled her eyes,

"Chill Peyton, I only meant destroy him in the gym tonight. You're such a drama queen Pey. See you later," And with that the whirlwind that was Brooke Davis was gone. Peyton looked at her boyfriend with a worried yet excited look on her face. After all, she wouldn't mind seeing Lucas humiliated,

"You don't think she'll take it too far will she? Whitey will kill her if she does anything to his star - I mean second star player. And we all know that an angry Whitey is almost as bad as an angry Brooke." Nathan smirked at her,

"Nah, I think Brooke making Lucas look like a total ass has gotta be fun."

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Brooke had managed to get through almost all of her afternoon without doing a thing, however the stinky teacher she had for, what was it again? Told her that she needed to go get her books. At least it meant that she could spend half the lesson actually looking for her books.

She reached her locker and turned the key in her pink padlock. She swung open the door and a small scrap of paper fell out onto the floor. Sighing, she bent down to pick it up but as soon as she had read the words scribbled onto it she scrunched it up and let it fall to the floor.

Her face turned sour and the anger spread across her face. She was going to humiliate him in the worst way possible, right where he thought he was comfortable, she was going to drag everything out from under him. Of course, she wouldn't drag it out for more than a couple of hours; then she'd let him forget about it. If she didn't she probably wouldn't get nay of the great sex she had been having for the past months.

But it didn't hurt making him feel pain for just one second did it?

She stormed off down the corridor, forgetting completely about the books she had been sent to collect.

And the piece of paper lay crumpled on the floor. The piece of paper which was later thrown into the dustbin by the cleaner.

The piece of paper which read

"I'd rather fuck you."

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Brooke Davis walked out of the locker room, leading the rest of the cheerleaders out onto the court. Most of their faces fell as they realised the guys were already warming up as this would mess up their chances of practicing. And if they weren't good enough by the game next week, Brooke would kill them. Therefore, they needed their practice time. They soon realised however that this meant they could look at the most gorgeous guys in the school, for as long as they wanted. In shorts…

But Brooke ignored their glances and gazes and marched straight up to Coach Whitey, who was already shouting at his players to work harder.

"Whitey, what the hell is going on?" He turned slowly, his arms crossed across his chest and looked down with amusement at the defiant young lady in front of him,

"How many times, Miss Davis, have I told you to call me Coach, or, if you want to be really polite, Mr Durham. Either would do fine." She appeared not to have heard what he said, instead she carried on talking,"

"Why is my team, full of participants who have so much talent and skill, being pushed off the court by a group of buffoons who couldn't string a sentence together if they tried, apart, of course, for my good friend Nathan Scott." Whitey chuckled,

"Is that so Miss Davis? Well what do you propose I do-" He was interrupted by a tall, six-foot-something blonde player jogging up to the conversation which was taking place. Without so much as glancing at Brooke, he went to Whitey,

"Anything wrong Coach?" Whitey looked to Brooke for an answer, but then realised she was not gong to answer,

"Is there anything you would like to say to Mr Roe that you are unhappy with Miss Davis?" She looked up, triumphant,

"Actually, Mr Durham, I would like you to tell Lucas that he should get the hell out of this gym." She looked away and waited for the response she was going to get.

"And I would like you, Coach, to tell Brooke here that my answer is no." She sighed and looked down at her ever perfect manicure.

"Well then, that's a shame. In that case, I would like you, Coach, to tell Lucas over there that we will have to settle this in one way and one way only." Both Lucas and Whitey looked expectantly at Brooke for the answer, but she gave nothing away.

"And what would that be Miss Davis?" She looked up at his old, kind face and beamed.

"Basketball."

Lucas burst into fits of forced laughter.

"Is she being serious Coach?" Whitey looked at the face of Brooke Davis. There seemed not to be a trace of laughter in her face.

"I think she is being serious. So I think you should do what the little lady wants you to do." Lucas smirked. This would be the easiest battle he had ever won. Whitey cleared his throat,

"Seen as the winner of this will have to practise with their team tonight, and so we don't want to waste precious time, it's the first to three." Brooke smiled her Brooke Davis smile at the basketball players. They clearly thought she was mad. She was taking on the star player of the Tree Hill Ravens, what the hell was she thinking? But one player, one of the players smiled back.

Nathan Scott knew exactly what she was doing.

Both Brooke and Lucas headed over to where the lone basketball was placed in the centre of the court. She snatched it right from under his nose.

"Ladies first." She bounced it in front of her once, then again, whilst edging her way to the net. She quickly raised her arms above her head and effortlessly placed the ball into the net. Lucas scowled. He hadn't been counting on letting her score any goals. He knew that she had started too early, yet he also knew that complaining would make him seem less confident. And he was confident. Of course he was. He was playing against a girl.

Brooke lined up on the edge of the semi circle, ready to make her way once again to the net. But Lucas snatched it away quicker than it would take a person to blink and a second later, it was falling through the net. Brooke scowled but straight away put that to the back of her mind. This was Lucas Roe, king of the asses and she was going to beat him. Simple as that.

He posed, ready to step forward and take a shot however she quickly slipped her arm around his and sharply squeezed the skin under his higher arm. He yelped and dropped the ball, letting her grab it and easily sink the ball into the net.

"Coach, did you see that? That was totally a foul! The basket does not count." There was a quick but very loud laugh coming from the side of the gym. Nathan knew how much Brooke's pinches hurt, he had been on the receiving end many times, but this, this was just funny.

"I'm sorry, but Coach, I don't think that a girl who cannot weigh more than seven and a half stone can have made that much impact on the 'Star Tree Hill Raven'." Whitey chuckled, Brooke certainly had something in her, and she sure had her support around the gym,

"The goal stands." Lucas swore and Brooke looked at him with pure contempt. One more goal, and it was complete. Lucas Roe would never be the same again, at least not for a while anyway.

Lucas turned to her, the fire blazing in his eyes. It made her chuckle, it was the exact look her gave her when he was begging her to give him head. This however, was a completely different situation. Brooke went to move up the court, closer to the net, and so Lucas went that way to catch up with this move. However the move never came and Brooke slowly lifted her hands above her head and shot.

Lucas laughed to himself. She was never going to make the basket. She couldn't play basketball. She was a slut. And she certainly would not make it from outside the semi-circle. But the ball started swirling in mid-air and the laughter caught in Lucas' throat.

Nothing but net.

The ball crashed to the floor and the silence echoed around the gym. People were looking nervously around at each other, wondering what explosion was going to occur next. Lucas would never leave the gym without a fight, would he?

Brooke turned round so her back was to Lucas but her face was to every other person in the room.

"Don't worry Coach, the cheerleaders will be leaving right about now." Whitey was speechless. The deal of it was that the winner got to have the gym for the night. What was she up to?

Brooke smirked to herself. She didn't need the gym. All she wanted to do was to humiliate Lucas. And she'd gotten that. All the times that Nathan had dragged her to the Rivercourt kicking and screaming had paid off. And she had loved every minute of it.

She started to walk towards the large gym doors, nobody wanting to move in case it interrupted her big exit. Suddenly, without warning, she turned around. The smirk on her face was teasing him. Lucas Scott, the asshole would not get one over on her, especially after what he had said.

"Oh and Whitey? Could you please remind Lucas that he just got fucked by the Brooke Davis. And seen as it is her that rules this school, he needn't be too heartbroken by it. Or you know what? Maybe he should."

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Hope you enjoyed that!?!?! I know it was more light-hearted this chapter, but I like writing that as well so… there will be a LOT more drama to come in this story however.

I had such a good ending line for this chapter, and then I forgot it. So I hope that end line was okay…

Review if you liked it, review if you didn't, I really wanna know what you think. And I really hope it didn't disappoint after the tremendous response I got to the last chapter…?

Hannah

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