YOU KNOW YOU LOVE ME
"Oh My God" Theresa Williams flopped back on Brooke Davis' pink duvet, brushing her hands through her shiny brown hair. "I cannot believe you guys get to go somewhere fun for spring break. I have to stay at my stupid grand parents house and watch my stupid, annoying sister. Again. It's soo stupid. Pleeeease take me with you!" she begged. "If I have to listen to my smart ass sister demand orders one more time I swear I'm going to go crazy"
"It can't be that bad" Bevin Prince said. "maybe something exciting will happen. Ooh, I know". Bevin's face lit up and her eyes got big. "Mabye you'll win a dognut competition"
Everyone gave her blank stares
"A dognut competion"?! Theresa said. "We don't have dognuts at my grandmother's house. We don't even have sugar because my grandparents have high chlosephylol. God, Bevin, you're so dumb. You have a brain, use it. Sometimes I think you got dropped on a head when you were a baby"
Bevin flinched and looked hurt." I am not dumb! I know one plus one is two". She counted it with her fingers.
"Wow" Brooke clapped. "Give this girl a gold star, she finally figured it out"
"Bevin" Peyton laughed. " I think everyone knows one plus one is two by now. We're like sixteen. Anyways, that's beyond the point. I'm sorry you guys couldn't come with us, but my parents said I could only take one guest, and Brooke was going to strangle me if I didn't take her"
"Uggghh!!!" Brooke huffed. " you Liar! I never threatened to hurt you in any way, shape, or form. All I'm saying is if you're going to take someone with you on a fabulous vacation, then why not take someone you've known since you were in diapers, mainly me. And besides, nothing is ever exciting without me." She knew Theresa and Bevin were crazy jealous that Peyton hadn't decided to take them, but they'd get over it. "Oh, and your taste in clothes has seriously been lacking. Since you're Dating that hot basketball player, Nathan Scott, you have got to start looking like a marc Jacobs model and not like a marc Jacobs knock off. Beauty is priceless. You should spend your money on some nice lingerie. Big wool cotton pants just doesn't work my darling. You're staring to look all emo with your overly sized t shirts and jeans. You want to wear something that says "I'm soo hot, look at me". Not: I'm a depressed artist. Turn that frown upside down and look cute!
That's one of the reasons why I can't wait to go shopping. I'm going to buy you a whole another wadrobe!"
Peyton Frowned. "I'm defitenley not some freaking emo kid. Do I look depressed to you? I think your idea of emo is someone who doesn't wear tank tops and mini skirts 24/7. thanks, but no thanks, I'm not a slut"
"Slut: a(n) immoral woman; a prostitute" Bevin said proudly from the dictionary she was reading from
"Well of course you're not a slut" Brooke said, rolling her eyes. "You've only slept with one guy. But I think you'd look really hot in a mini skirt. Show some skin! Let loose! Be wild!"
"You also need to shave your hairy legs and get a tan" Theresa added, observing Peyton's skin
"Okay, whatever, that's why we're going to the Hampton's- to tan" Peyton said
"Speak for yourself" Bevin smirked. "We're not going re-me-meber"
"oh, yeah" Brooke said, laying down the stick she had been filing her nails with. She hopped off her bed and walked to her peach walk in closet. Inside her closet were two Victoria secret'gift bags, she grabbed the bags and then waltzed back out towards Bevin and Theresa. "You know how much I love you guys. You're my best, best friends next to Ralph Lauren. So to apologize for the whole Hampton's vacation thing I bought both of you some fab body material from Victoria's secret". Brooke had no doubt in her mind this would cheer her left out friends up. " Peyton was going to get you something, but I talked her out of it, the gift was totally emo, it was some lame CD.". she handed her friends the gifts then waited for their excited squels
"Thanks Brookie" Bevin beamed, hugging Brooke. "But what is it? Is it like grape juice or something?" She asked, turning the liquid upside down and sideways
Typical Bevin, Brooke sighed. Once a clueless dumb blonde, always a clueless dumb blonde. she had a feeling Bevin would say something like that. She wish she could just strangle some sense into that so called head of hers. Sometimes Brooke wonders how Bevin made it all the way to the 11th grade. "No, Bev, it's Lavender Bubble Bath. Glad you like it like though. I have like all the flavors in my bathroom."
When I come home from a long day of boring teacher lectures I always sink into a nice long, hot, steamy, bubble bath. Most days I go with watermelon. My mom, Cassandra Davis bangs on the door about 20,000 times to make I'm sure I'm not dead or anything, but like always, I ignore her, pretending I'm death for those four heavenly hours, and sometimes I just can't hear her with my Ipod Nano ear plugs stuck in my ear
"I love my gift too" Theresa grinned, holding her cherry bubble bath up high. "How did you know Victoria's secret was my favorite Bath and Body shop"?
"Um, I've known since Freshman year", Brooke said in a duh-you-should-already-know-this kind of way. "You would never let me forget it. You kept on saying over and over and over again: you better get me something from Victoria's secret"
"I'm soo glad that I have another bottle of Bubble bath", Bevin said, Twirling her long, blonde, locks. "My brother was using it all up, and it was soo annoying."
"Your brother uses Bubble Bath"? Theresa asked, surprised
"Yeah, what's the point"?
"Just didn't know he was so femine" Theresa giggled
Knock, knock, knock, knock
"Come in " Brooke yelled
Cassandra Davis walked in Brooke's room dressed in pink sweats and a pink hoodie. She was short, skinny, young, and wore tons of makeup like she was hip teenager. She obviously thought she was cool dressing that way, but she was defitley not. " I got you girls some refreshments". She laid down four bags of baked chips and four banana split smoothies. All of theme to keep in shape- that's why they only eat baked chips for snacks instead of hot fries , and salads for lunch instead of hamburgers- which most of the cafeteria gobble up everyday. When Theresa realized she had gained two pounds because of her breakup with Todd she almost died. "So, what's the 411 on you girlies"? Cassandra asked, with her hands on her tiny hips
"Mom"? Brooke said, compley and totally angry. She hated when her mom tried to hang out with them like they were actually supposed to be friends or something
"Yeah"? Cassandra said, still smiling
"Get out!" Brooke threw one of her soft, reversible pillows at her.
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"Move, Move, Move" Brooke shoved her way through the crowded hallways of Tree Hill High. Several measly Freshman jumped out of her way, knowing it was best not to angry Brooke Davis.
Let's just say Brooke was the Queen Bee of THH. She was the girl everybody loved to hate. She was the trendsetter. Whether it was Juicy Couture, Prada, or Dolce&Gabbana, if Brooke had it, it was automatically considered "in". She might not be tall like Peyton or naturally blonde like Bevin, but there was something about Brooke that made her stand out from the rest. Something that made boys stand around for hours and hours and just whistle and gawk at her. Something that made her get voted for prom queen three years in row. Something that made girls envy her and be jealous of her.
What was it? Was it her flirty piercing blue eyes? Her cheery and bouncy attitude, but yet all the same- snobby? Her awesome taste in fashion? Or was it just her platinum credit card? It will always be a mystery
Brooke sensed a geeky sophomore approaching her and quickly tried to hide behind one of the tall football players that was standing in front of her. Unfortanely, he spotted her. "Damn" she muttered under her breath. It was social suicide to be seen with this type of people.
"Hey Brooke" the geeky guy waved at her, squirming nervously as he switched from one foot to another. " I was wondering if you would like to go out with me to dinner on Friday night. We don't have to go as a couple we can just go as friends"
Yuck! Who said they were friends. That was one of the things she hated about being so popular and well known. Everybody knew her. Everybody. All the hot jocks that asked her out were equalveant to all the nerds that asked her out. "I would rather stick my head in a toilet full of shit than go anywhere with you" Brooke said, then pushed him into the line of lockers. "Oh, and I'll make sure to tell my boyfriend you were trying to hit on me, you perv" she added, smiling deviously
Just when she reached her locker to empty her load full of books, a hand oh so familiar reached across her eyes. She turned around and faced a handsome, 6ft, brooding blonde- Lucas Scott. "Hey Orlando Bloom" she smiled up at him, seductively. "Way to sneak up on a person, I thought you were another one of mouth's cloaks"
She often called Luca Scott Orlando Bloom because he looked just like Orlando head to toe. But of course, Orlando was like a thousand times hotter and buffer. He had the abs of a sex god. Unlike Lucas who was a bit on the thin side. Not that she would tell Lucas she secretly had a crush on OB. It would crush his little poetic heart.
Usually she would never even think about falling for a poetic type. The jocks are more her type, but she'd already screwed all of them. I just seemed so wimpy you know- poetry. No one ever thought they would end up falling so deeply in love. The preppy cheerleader+ the brooding poet impossible, right? Not if you believe in fairytales. Lucas wasn't just any old guy she could fuck with and forget about the next day. He made her feel complete. Absoloutley complete. Something she hadn't felt ever since her father died years ago. She hid behind drugs and sex unwilling to face reality, that is until she met Lucas. She knew something was missing from her privileged life. The reason why people want to love so much is because it's the closet thing to magic
"Hey Brooke" Lucas leaned in to give her a kiss. "Umm, you smell good today, what is the name of the perfume you're wearing"?
"What do you mean"?! Brooke stomped her tiny pink flip flop on the marvel tile floor. " I smell like a raccoon other days"?!
"No, no" Lucas said, quickly eating his words. " I just think you smell extra good today. I would never say that about my favorite girl".
What Lucas saw when he looked at Brooke Davis was a Beautiful, Burnette, Innocent girl. And that was more than he could say for any of the other girls. He Once dated Peyton Sawyer Freshman year, but it was all lust and not enough love. They just didn't make a good couple. It was like making out with your Best friend or your sister. They had a lot in common like music and books, but that was about it. That was actually the only reason why he loved the curly haired blonde in the first place. Well he still loved her, but he wasn't in love with her. Big difference.
Lucas was able to see through the fake cheerleader smile and into the person that she really was. She puts up this wall and doesn't let anybody in, except Lucas. She was the missing part to his puzzle
"Why, thank you" Brooke gushed, suddenly turning from angry to happy in a matter of seconds. "It's Jennifer Lopez's new perfume- sweet sensation. "you smell good too" she breathed him in. All the good manly smells.
"So" Lucas said." I got you a present. It's kind of a going away present before we go our separate ways on spring break" He pulled a small red bag from behind his back and gave it to Brooke
"Oh, Lucas you didn't have to. We're going to see each other again in two weeks. Brooke took the wrapping off the box. It was chocolate and Flowers, her favorite. "Thank you"
" Two weeks is too long" Lucas said, looking deeply into Brooke's blue eyes. "Everyday we're apart is like hell, everyday we're together is Heaven. Just promise you won't fall in love with Orlando Bloom while you're at the Hamptons"
"If you promise you won't fall in love with Jessica Alba" Brooke flashed back
"Promise"
Brooke and Luca just stood there kissing like two geeky teens in love until the bell rung singaling them to go to class
Yippee
But for once in her life she felt like things were truly going to be okay, and that was the best feeling in the world.
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Okay, so what do you guys think so far. Haley's and Nathan's point of view will be in the next chapter. And if you don't know, the Clique consist of Bevin, Theresa, Brooke, and Peyton. Didn't know if I made it clear enough or not. Please, pretty please forgive me on the BL suckiness. I'm not that good at writing love stories. And review and add me to your alert list so you can know when my next chapter is out
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