A/N Wow, I wasn't expecting such a great response, Thank you guys. I've had this idea floating around in my head for far too long now and it's half term here so I couldn't not start this! I hope you all enjoy it, it's a little different to my previous story, a little on the happier side which I'm finding very refreshing!

With each passing second, Brooke Davis' patience was dwindling, along with her admiration for the one and only Lucas Scott. Her foul mood was all his fault.

Her office phone rung and she sprung across the desk, pressing the speak button. 'Yes?'

'Brooke Miss Wolf's here'

'Well, send her in' Brooke attempted not to be short with the shy assistant but it didn't really work, she wasn't in the most sensitive of moods.

'R-right' Millie's voice stuttered down the line and Brooke frowned, mentally kicking herself. Millie was wonderful and she put up with Brooke rain or shine and the fashion designer really was appreciative of her, she'd apologise later.

The door opened and Millie instantly left Brooke's mind and Peyton Wolf filled it.

'Hi' The model greeted with a smile, an innocent smile that Brooke wouldn't be deceived by.

She was wearing faded jeans, boots and a rolling stones t and her hair was scraped back messily, effortlessly playing the part of rock chick and Brooke hated how she still managed to look so cool and put together, even though she was pretty certain no thought had gone into the outfit what so ever.

'Hello' Brooke smiled back through gritted teeth, using every last ounce of self will to be polite.

Peyton was nearly an hour late. Brooke didn't have time for this and if it hadn't been for Lucas Scott, she would have been done waiting forty five minutes ago.

'Thank you for coming'

'I'm sorry I'm so late' The blonde sat down, 'I just flew in from Paris and there were major delays'

Brooke's eyes narrowed sceptically but she shook her head all the same. 'Don't worry'

'No, really, I hate it when I'm late'

Brooke disregarded her sincere tone, reminding herself that this was the same girl that threw up all over her prize couture piece two seasons ago. 'Why don't we just get straight to it'

'Right' Peyton agreed offhandedly, quick to catch on to Brooke's aloof attitude. The designer had already passed judgment on her, that was clear.

'You know why you're here right?'

'My agent said you were looking for someone to be the face of Clothes over Bros and to model in the upcoming collection?'

'Right.'

'To be honest I don't really get why you want me' Peyton admitted.

'You an me both' Brooke mumbled inaudibly.

'After what happened last year, I've kind of got the impression that you don't really like me' Peyton said candidly.

Brooke let out a frustrated sigh. 'Look the fact of the matter is I don't have to like you. I don't care what you do in your spare time, all I ask is that you turn up on time and not puke all over my clothes and then we'll get along just fine okay?'

'You want me?' Peyton clarified, clearly not disheartened by the brunettes avid dislike for her. She was use to people not liking her. The second she was old enough to talk she'd been wary of peoples aversion to her. She was beautiful and she was the daughter of a famous rock star, that was reason enough.

'Apparently so' Brooke exhaled, sliding a piece of paper across the desk.

Peyton stared at the contract that was awaiting just one detail, her signature.

Seemingly not giving it another thought, Brooke watched the blonde haired beauty help herself to a pen and scrawl her name in big loopy writing.

'Wonderful' Brooke cheered artificially.

'We're totally going to be bff's' Peyton sung sarcastically, her voice a couple of notches higher than usual and accompanying a fake smile that left Brooke a little scared over her reckless decision.

A quiet afraid laugh past her lips and she abruptly stood up, trying to acquire her usual self confidence.

Peyton smiled genuinely as she watched her new boss squirm in her jimmy choos. 'I'll need you at The Clothes over Bros Party tomorrow night'

'Right'

'And I don't-'

'Want me to bring a date?' Peyton finished tiredly. 'Can't have me showing up the poor single Brooke Davis can we?'

Brooke's jaw stiffened noticeably. 'I would rather tomorrow night was about the clothes and not who you're currently sleeping with'

'Sure. But if you do need a date, I can make a few calls, I'm sure there's someone' Peyton rose from her chair, sliding her hand bag over her shoulder. 'Are we done here?'

Brooke didn't verbally respond, she flung her hand in the direction of the door and Peyton walked out, her perfect legs taunting the shorter brunette with every step.

'I hate you' Brooke glowered as soon as Lucas' door opened.

'Whoa, what did I do?'

She pushed past him, her level of stress heightening when she took in the unfurnished apartment and array of boxes. 'Lucas you've been here a week and you haven't unpacked?' She threw her arms out in distress.

He walked over to the fridge, shrugging a shoulder as he got out two beers. 'I don't like unpacking'

'Who does?' She exclaimed.

'You do'

'Uh uh, not happening'

'Oh come on, you could at least help' He pushed a beer into her hand and she automatically took a swig, her face softening as she swallowed.

'That's good'

'So good that you wanna help?'

Her glower returned with full force. 'After my day, I'm the last person you should be asking for favours, I'm still trying to recover from your last freaking favour'

'You met her?' Lucas asked way too excitedly causing Brooke to turn her nose up in disdain.

'If I have any, and I mean any issues with her, I swear to god you're going to be the one to sort it'

'I have no problem with that' He took a gulp of his beer, smirking devilishly.

'I think you're going to be in for a surprise Luke' Brooke smiled, she was kind of looking forward to the moment when he met the model, she could foresee what was going to happen. Peyton Wolf wasn't a girl to be messed with and Brooke had no doubt that she'd brush him off within seconds.

'We'll see'

'I told her to walk the room' Brooke chastised. She was in serious business mode and Lucas was a little scared of business mode Brooke. Being back in Tree Hill, he'd never had much opportunity to go to any of her work events, he was quickly realising that, that was something he should be thankful for.

'It doesn't look like she needs to' Lucas observed. 'The room comes to her' From the moment she'd made her entrance, everyone had been entranced by her presence.

Brooke rolled her eyes. Lucas had been staring shamelessly at the famous girl since he'd arrived, just like most other people in the room.

He couldn't help but think that his friend wasn't willing to give the poor girl a chance, that she was picking fault with anything and everything she did. He couldn't physically tear his eyes away from her. She was wearing what Brooke had instructed her to wear, one of the fashion designers latest pieces. It was a black, knee length puff ball dress, off the shoulder and her hair was up accompanied by an overly sized black bow pinned to the side of her head.

'That's besides the point' Brooke contended. 'The point is I asked her to do something, I asked her oh so sweetly to do something and she's point blank ignored me. She's meant to be working, not sitting at the bar drinking martini's' She ranted.

Lucas nearly told her to chill out but bit his tongue, instead attempting to change the subject. 'You wanna know something?'

'What?'

He turned to face her directly, his stare leaving the captivating blonde for the first time. 'You look real pretty tonight Brooke Davis' He complemented. She did, dressed in a midnight blue sophisticated dress that accentuated all her wonderful attributes.

As anticipated she gave him that shy smile and shoved him playfully.

He laughed. 'And you want to know who else thinks so?'

'What?' She looked at him confused and then he pointed not so subtly to the opposite end of the bar. She followed his finger and her eyes widened at the pair of dark eyes staring right back at her. Her head swivelled back round. 'Luke seriously! Julian?'

He chuckled again.

'Oh my god. You could have warned me'

'I keep my word Miss Davis'

'This is hardly what I call a date' She argued.

'No' Lucas nodded in agreement. 'That's Saturday'

Brooke's eyes sparkled. 'Really?'

'Yeah and I didn't invite him hear tonight, he invited himself' Lucas made sure to inform her. 'I think he's really interested, especially considering he hasn't taken his eyes off you for the last half hour, so why don't you go over there and stop bitching to me about Peyton Wolf'

Brooke bit her lip and consciously ran her hand down her dress.

'You look beautiful' He assured her. 'Go'

'Okay, okay' She nodded. 'But you keep your eye on her' She waggled her finger at him seriously for a moment and then she was smiling giddily and her high heals were carrying her away from him.

Lucas shook his head in amusement and then his head was quickly returning to Peyton. She was still sat, elegantly perched on a bar stool, her finger trailing round the rim of her glass. Every now and then someone would approach her and she'd smile sweetly and laugh and talk and then they'd move on and yet another admirer would try their luck.

When the next person left her, he was quick to be the man to move in. He walked over to the bar and stood in the empty space beside her.

He didn't introduce himself, in fact he didn't acknowledge her in the slightest and he was very much aware that he was perhaps the first person not to. Instead he ordered himself a drink and tapped his hand against the wooden bar, his eyes skipping inquisitively round the famous cocktail lounge while all the while, concerned with one thing only, the girls presence next to him.

'Who are you?' Peyton finally asked, clearly bothered by his neglecting company.

Her voice radiated through him and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

He tilted his head suavely, acting as though he hadn't noticed her. 'Are you talking to me?' He was instantly struck by how very, very green her irises really were. They were absolutely striking and if he hadn't been mesmerised by her yet, he definitely was now.

Those eyes narrowed in annoyance. 'You've been staring at me since you got here' She noted boldly.

He snorted. 'Have I?'

'Yes' She took a sip of her martini and rubbed her ruby painted lips together and he wanted nothing more than to drag her to a secluded corner so he could have his way with her. He was certain he'd never been more attracted to anyone before. She had him completely intrigued.

'Who're you?' She regarded him warily.

'Lucas Scott' He husked. 'And who're you?'

Her eyebrows raised indignantly and he loved that he was the first and only person throughout the night that had her perfected smile faltering.

She crossed her legs and her dress rode up a little and Lucas let his stare unabashedly fall to the creamy expanse of skin.

'You know who I am' She drawled confidently.

'And how can you be so sure?'

He expected her to tell him that everyone knows who she is, but she didn't.

'You were talking to Brooke Davis, who has spent the entirety of the evening bitching about me to anyone and everyone' She declared simply, a little entertained smirk forming at her mouth.

He chuckled, genuinely amused by her awareness. She definitely wasn't a dumb oblivious model.

'Well, Peyton Wolf, has she got a reason to be complaining about you?'

'I guess that's just a matter of opinion' she decided wickedly. 'So what magazine is my feud with Brooke Davis going to be printed in tomorrow?'

'Magazine?'

'Well you're sure not a model' His eyes widened at her tactless remark. 'and you're definitely not a designer' Her gaze raked down him and his attire. 'You're not conceited enough to be an actor. You're a writer or are you in film? A director or a producer?' She proposed.

He sloshed the vodka around in his glass and then raised it to his lips before focusing on her again. 'You were right the first time' He admitted, bewildered by her accurate assumption.

'Writer. Right, so, again, which magazine?' She pried exasperatedly.

'Actually I write books. I'm an author' He corrected with a sly smile and a wink that she eagerly ignored.

'Well Lucas Scott. Author' She slid from her barstool, standing a breath away from him.

His heart raced furiously.

'In future if you could keep your eyes up here' She gestured to her face. 'And not my ass, it would be greatly appreciated' And without another word she turned and his eyes fell instantly to her mentioned ass and he was smirking wildly. He didn't see her look back over her shoulder at him, he didn't see her own amused smirk and then she was gone, vanished into a sea of people.