Riley06 -- Oh course it's not weird to love bad/mean/emotionless Nathan in this story. That is one of my own guilty pleasures, haha, hence why I wrote this. hehe. Anyway, I'm glad that you like him and Tim. I just had to have Dim in there, because I love their friendship too much to not have it. Oh, the couples besides Brathan will be Leyton, and Jaley Jake/Haley and some Chris/Rachel on the side. I hope you like them.
Ashley-In-Wonderland -- Aww, I can't spoil it for you, you'll end up regretting it later. Surprise is half the fun! Aha, I sound like a damn mother hen. ; Anyway, I'm glad you still love Nathan, because some people have a hard time seeing things with an AU story. Especially when the characters a AU themselves. But I'm going to try and keep Nathan's personality as in character as I can...well like season one...for now.
asharp4 -- I know, right? They're like electric together, hence why I lover this couple to prune juice. How are they going to meet again? Well, it's all in this chapter. But don't cheat and skip ahead, or look for his name, 'cause you wont find it! Hehe, I'm too clever, j/k. But you'll know who he is when you read it. Oh, and this story is going to be implied from Brooke's POV, and that'll in turn make Nathan seem like more of a mystery, since you don't really get insight into his thoughts. Puts you in Brooke's shoes in a sense. But, later, we will develop more into Nathan's state of mid, which I think you will enjoy. And Lucas, I think he makes an appearance in the next chapter.
Diana -- Oh yeah, I'm sorry. I know who you are now. Haha, thanks for your review, and thanks for rereading my story on here too, that's awesome!
Lexi02 -- You know, I never really thought about that idea of yours. It's actually really good, I have to say. But unfortunately, I've already written a few more chapters, so it's kind of set in stone. But I hope you still like mine just as much. :
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Chapter Three // Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known.
--I would rather live in a world where my life is surrounded by mystery than live in a world so small that my mind could comprehend it.--
The rain had cleared, clouds followed suit, and the moon set as the sun rose to meet a brand new day in Tree Hill North Carolina. Peyton had gotten her internship, acting as pepped and ready to go as a sperm donor. Brooke had been thinking endlessly about her strange encounter that had occurred a few nights previous. Rachel had been completely unmindful of her best friend's encounter, as well as Peyton. It was a brand new day and nothing was sound.
Brooke's POV
And the boy's eyes are full of what I could only estimate as self-assurance, certainty, venture, insouciance, and curtness. Masked completely with a thick layer of frigidity and mysterious secrecy.
I couldn't help but want so badly to know about his life, if he had one, who he had one with. I could feel my body shaking inwardly with something that I could only classify as jealousy?
He was probably one of the many gang boys that had a girlfriend with one of those all-American names that could double as stripper names. Candy, Pepper, Sugar, Honey, the list goes on and on. The kind of girls who have more tattoo coverage than skin on their bodies. The kind of girls that have sex with every Tom, Dick, and Nathan. Ooh, Dick, nice choice phrase, especially in this situation. (sarcasm) Actually, I probably just described me, minus the more tattoo than skin thing, and I have a better name. The sleeping with guys thing is not something I'm proud of, but it's a fact about who I am. In fact, I don't remember a time I was ever really proud of myself.
I just can't seem to get those eyes out of my head though.
And it would be so beautiful when the boy smiles. And I just can't seem to get him out of my head. And I will never see him again.
General POV
Twirling a black hair tie in between her thumb and forefinger, Brooke exhaled a long, dramatic sigh. She hadn't meant for it to seem so loud, she hadn't even known it had escaped her lips until Peyton turned her blonde curls to look at her best friend.
"What's up?"
She began shifting her green eyes back and forth from Brooke, to the front of the room where their American Government lesson was being taught.
Brooke sighed, pushed a stray hair aside, and answered. "Nothing's up, I just hate history."
She gave a smile that was both unenthusiastic and weak, though the only thing that saved her from complete mindful exposure were her convincing dimples carving their way though her
roseate cheeks.
Though Peyton could easily see right through it regardless. They had known each other since the tender age of six, when Brooke's family had first moved to small and welcoming town of Tree Hill from Hawaii.
The two had many things in common, yet harbored many differences. As time and the girls grew, they started developing more and more things unalike. Though that had only strengthened their friendship if that was possible. They were both able to see what was on the other's mind, what the other was saying, and what the other was feeling. There was the same thing with Rachel, when she had moved with her family as well. They had moved from Lafayette Louisiana when the girls were eight.
Peyton had been the only product of a Tree Hill romance, the only country town bred baby.
The girls loved that the other's could easily read what was on their minds when they didn't have enough courage to show it.
Sometimes Brooke hated that. But then sometimes she knew that they didn't know everything about her. And in all honesty, she hated it that way, but she loved it that way.
"What's up?"
Peyton repeated for the second time, this time more forceful, sounding similar to a caring mother.
Brooke turned her head over her right shoulder, and her shoulder length, straight brown hair cascaded as much as it could. Her eyes were fixated on the board, looking completely engrossed. Basically, it was a cheap ploy to not have to look her best friend in the eyes.
"Nothing's up, I just hate history with a passion."
She now did her own share of repeating. This time she only added, with a passion.
Peyton raised her eyebrow, and tapped her number two pencil on her binder, which was laying on her desk.
Brooke smiled, "Look, I swear that I'm fine. I'm just thinking about something."
Or someone.
Her smile was the closest thing to reassuring she could muster on spot. Peyton, who didn't completely buy it, decided not to press the issue though, she knew that her best friend would tell her with time.
Brooke looked up at her, and silently thanked her for backing off. And returned to thinking about those cobalt blue eyes that she couldn't seem to get out of her head since that stormy night. And those stormy eyes. No, no Brooke, you have to stop thinking about that weird dude, she kept telling herself.
The remainder of the day went by quickly for Brooke, who was now looking at Rachel who was coming towards her mumbling.
"Damn it, that class took forever."
Well, to Brooke it went by fast.
You know what they say, 'time flies when you're having fun'. She was thinking about those two blue eyes idly the entire time. Maybe she was having fun, or maybe it was simply the side effect of curiosity.
Maybe not.
"Well, come on girlies, let's go get ready for the game."
Peyton said, pushing in between the two, and linking arms with the pair.
It was a Friday night, which signaled two great things. The hyped game in which the girls looked hott, cheering along the hott and talented basketball players from the sidelines, and the start of the weekend where they were free for doing anything, like attending the weekly house party, and spending the remaining two days in spontaneity.
Their basketball games were always filled with students, and packed with parents, whom all brought the extra the enthusiasm that the cheerleaders may have lacked, to fill the large room with that complete game feeling. Student sports announcers, their mascot of a raven, and the opposing team that brought on the challenge. It was a nice feeling to get ready for a game every weekend, and welcome that feel of challenge, yet know that you will come out on top, and actually will. The small piece of doubt that you could possibly loose, which is slight, only adds to that edge-of-your-seat tension that fills you completely with proud adrenaline that only completes that perfect high school society experience.
Now the girls were arriving, and the boys were either in the locker room suiting up, on the sidelines talking to Whitey, or warming up with free throws on the court. Peyton sat next to Bevin, and Brooke next to Peyton, who had Teresa on the other side stretching attentively. Rachel sat indian style next to Teresa, and soon extended her long legs slightly outward to go into a butterfly stretch.
"You coming to the party tonight?" said Teresa.
Her head jerked slightly to Brooke, and shook her hair out of her face to peer over her right shoulder, while still leaning forward to stretch out.
"Hell yeah, as long as we have two things there, I'm a happy girl." Brooke gleamed excitedly.
Before she could finish her sentence, Bevin cut her off. "Red Bull and hott Tree Hill bred boys."
Brooke cursed, "Damn, I'm not that predictable."
Her statement sounded kind of more like a question that anything else.
"Uh, yeah you are. I mean you only like live, and breath Red Bull, and I know you love it." Bevin said.
Brooke nodded, with a tight smirk, and a dimpled chin, which she also threw in a nod, in a gesture as if saying, hmm.
Teresa laughed, "Yeah, plus you always say these exact words, hott Tree Hill bred boys."
The other girls turned their heads to face the girl talking, and some inwardly agreed with her, while others outwardly agreed.
"You have to admit, Tree Hill mommy's and daddy's make some pretty good looking baby boys." said Rachel, leaning forward into a butterfly stretch, her nose touching the ground.
"And baby girls." Peyton said.
Brooke narrowed her eyes, and perked up, "No, Hawaii makes pretty looking baby girls."
Rachel scoffed, and rolled her eyes after she added, "Louisiana is not that bad, actually the baby girls are pretty damn pretty."
Teresa shook her head, sending her hair flying around her face, whipping Bevin in the arm who whimpered "No, Tree Hill."
Bevin brushed it off, and piped up, "All in favor of Tree Hill say aye."
She raised her hand and said aye along with Peyton, and Teresa who joined them.
Brooke rolled her eyes, and Rachel pouted and crossed her arms. Both seventeen year old girls acting similar to five year olds.
"No, but seriously Hawaii makes some pretty baby boys, I'll give you that Brookie-Boo." Teresa said.
She reached over to pat her on the leg, and the girls smiled at Teresa who was laughing one second, and completely serious and saying something the next, and the fact that she said that Hawaii had hott boys.
Bevin tapped her chin, looking back at her friends. "I wanna go to Hawaii, take me with you the next time you go Brookie-Bear!"
Her voice would have easily echoed through the big gym, if it hadn't been for the rest of the energetic ruckus, due to the fact that Bevin had practically yelled the last part to Brooke. While throwing herself in her friends lap, leaving her hair all over Peyton's in the process, who was situated in the middle of them.
Peyton tried to push her head up, and backed up desperately as she felt as if she was being tickled to death.
Brooke stroked her head playfully, and calmed her down in the process.
"Next time Bevie-Bear. For now, we're just going to have to make due with Tree Hill boy's."
Bevin still pouted, and wouldn't budge, much to Peyton's dismay who was still trying to get her hair out of her lap.
"Bevie-Boo," she patted her arm that was laying on the gym floor next to Brooke's legs. Bevin looked up, like a hurt two year old who's daddy is trying to get her to look up from her mommy's lap. "We also have some really hott boys in Wilmington." said Rachel, straightening her back from her stretches.
Bevin seemed to budge, and both Brooke and Peyton looked at her to continue. Teresa looked embarrassed that one of her best friends was starting to make a show, and the boys now had their eyes pasted on them. Though they already had their eyes on the cheerleaders on a reflex, now Bevin was acting like a baby, which to some may have come across as cute, or embarrassing, like it was to Teresa.
"What more do you want?" said Peyton. She asked with a pained expression.
"Say it like you mean it." Bevin said.
They all knew what she meant. Rachel sighed, speaking, "The mommy's and daddy's of Wilmington have some pretty baby boys."
Bevin jumped up enthusiastically, and everyone gave a sigh of relief, though no one as loud as Peyton. They all smiled though, and appreciated Bevin's lightheartedness, it was good to not take anything too seriously all the time.
"Okay, now enough baby talk, it's sexy talk time." Bevin said.
She said as the game was coming close to starting.
They got up, following Brooke's lead, and she walked to their normal cheering section, with a preoccupied look on her face.
Soon after, the game had started, and the Ravens were down 32-36 with nine seconds left.
That seemed impossible to most, but with a team under Whitey, the Ravens were known for their winnings, and they didn't intend on losing now.
The seconds counted down in the fourth quarter, and they scored a three pointer. Soon, they shot from the free throw line, and as the ball was mid air, the seconds reached zero. It seemed as if the ball was frozen in the air for what seemed like forever, and all heads were turned to the basket, and everyone in their seats were now standing.
The buzzer sounded, and as it finished, the sound of a ball swooshing through the rope of a net was heard, and the scored ended 37-36.
Loud cheering was now heard reverberating through the large room, basketball players jumping on each other, and cheerleaders jumping to the middle of the court where the sweaty boys celebrated. Parents cheers were heard, and Whitey came over to pat the boys on the backs as they all basked in the glory of yet another win.
They were the Tree Hill Ravens, always known for winning. Maybe not known notoriously all over the county, but well known to whomever they had matched. Maybe not always winning by longshots, but still winning nonetheless, wether they had won by one point or not, winning's winning.
When the hype of their winning game died down, the kids were on their way to the weekly afterparty with their hype. Celebrating or not, they would always have an afterparty, it was a tradition that even their parents had years before.
They were having the party at Rachel's house this time. Most of the expected were already there, and people were already starting to fall into a drunken state early in the night. Blake Knight was rummaging through her cabinets, looking for jello. He was one of the many good basketball players, they were all one of many. There wasn't really any one boy who stood out easily from the rest, and carried the team.
The large french doors opened to expose the interior of the large home, which was crawling with already drunken high school kids.
Rachel made her way downstairs as she heard more people start to come.
Brooke, Teresa, and Bevin were still upstairs rummaging through Rachel's makeup, and Peyton was running fingers through her hair, to try and untangle it. She stood behind Rachel, descending down the stairs in her black and pink tank top, ripped mini, and black lace up boots.
The large mirror that sat on top of Rachel's antique dresser was adjacent to the hallway, and reflected off of another bedroom.
Bevin and Teresa were talking amongst themselves, and Brooke was applying golden mascara to her lashes. Her face looked like she was in deep concentration.
Bevin nudged her by accident, as she was trying to apply Nars eyeshadow to the edge of her eyelids like eyeliner. Brooke looked down for a second, and nodded when Bevin apologized. When she looked back up, she froze in what she thought she saw in the mirror's reflection far behind her, standing in the open doorway of the bedroom across the hall from Rachel's.
Feeling a shove from her left, she looked at Teresa who was staring at her curiously and looking ready to join the party.
She shook her head, and realized that she must have been staring in what had caught her in the moment.
When she looked back up, there was nothing more than a closed door staring her back straight in the face.
"What was that all about?"
Brooke shrugged, "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Yeah nothing," said Bevin, grabbing her strapless bra and slipping it on slyly. "that's why you just zoned out on the mirror and I think there's a little drool there too." as she tapped Brooke's chin.
Brooke's hand whacked hers away, and smiled playfully, with a little extra pink tint to her cheeks.
"Well, whatever, off to the sex, drugs, and rock and roll." said Teresa, patting Brooke's arm linked with her own.
"You don't do drugs." Bevin said, confused.
"And you don't even like rock and roll either." said a sarcastic Brooke.
Teresa turned back to her two friends and flipped her long hair over her right shoulder, smiled and walked further out of the room.
"Yeah, but one out of three's not so bad."
And she bounced on out of the room, and grabbed onto the banister as she made her way to the main area of the party.
Brooke and Bevin put away Rachel's makeup, and tidied up her room a bit. Then both made their way downstairs arm in arm, and at the bottom, they parted ways and went off into opposite directions.
"Having fun pretending to be someone you're not?" asked Peyton.
She heard her best friend say when she walked right next to her in the kitchen, grabbing a red, plastic cup filled with golden liquid to match Peyton.
Peyton always hated coming to these parties, hated plastering a sickening smile on her face, and hated seeing her best friends running off repeatedly to spend the remainder of the night in various rooms with random guys.
Though she did it anyway, this was the only thing she knew. The only thing her friends knew. Since basketball and cheerleading were the only two things that mattered in the town, you were either in or out. And since all of the people she knew were in, she couldn't be out.
Brooke rolled her eyes, and gave a seductive smirk to impress any of the many guys eying all the cute girls.
"Loosen up Peyton, and stop putting a damper on partying. Just try and be a seventeen year old for once in your life."
She acted like she didn't care, and she was completely fine and content with this life that they were all forced to lead. Peyton was always going on about something like being someone you're not to her friends, Bevin, Rachel, Teresa, and even Brooke would always shrug her off and go on about their lives. Though to Brooke, deep down inside she knew that Peyton was right. Peyton didn't know how right she was, or that it really hit Brooke close to home.
"Well, have fun getting an STD."
To some this may have come out as bitter or frigid. Though Brooke knew that Peyton only cared about her, and it helped that there was no tone of malice in her voice.
"Shut up."
And she walked away into the crowd, leaving Peyton engulfed in a game of I Never. She passed Bevin making out with one of the guys on the team, and shrugged, making her way to the dance floor.
Bumping into Blake, she saw him grinding against some girl, and walked up to the pair.
"Shouldn't you be in the kitchen with your girlfriend?" asked Brooke, a hand firmly planted and plopped on a hip of hers.
She asked, walking up to them, and pushing herself so now she was sandwiched in between the two. Which wasn't something she wanted to do, feeling the girls boobs pressed up against her back, and his erection pressed into her crotch.
"You have a girlfriend?" the girl named Brandy asked, looking up into Blake's impassive features.
"What the hell are you doing Brooke?" he asked, backing away from her. He didn't want himself pressed up against Brooke for two reasons, she was his girlfriend's best friend, and she would tell his girlfriend that he had been getting an erection from dancing with another girl.
"Number one," she said, turning to the girl who was a wannabe cheerleader. "you very well know that he has a girlfriend, and who she is. And number two," she said, turning back around to face Blake. "what the hell are you doing?" she asked, raising her voice.
He said bye to Brandy, and she walked away, instantly finding some other boy to dance with.
"Now why is it that all the girls with hooker names also have American names?" She muttered under her breath.
"Let's dance." said Blake, and grabbed her by the arm. She swung into him, and he pulled her along as she started dancing unenthusiastically with him.
"The only reason that I'm letting you grind your what-what's all over me is because I want to talk to you."
"Less talking, more dancing."
Brooke rolled her eyes, and tried to wriggle free from his grasp. She knew that he wasn't about to come onto her, but that didn't mean that he wouldn't flirt a little. Maybe his girlfriend didn't mind him grinding all over other girls, but she found that unacceptable.
"I though you were tearing apart Rachel's kitchen anyway, why are you here now when your girlfriend is in there?"
"Well, because I was making jello shots, and now they're cooling and I have no reason to be in there." he responded, holding her closer.
Brooke arched her eyebrow, "Your girlfriend is not reason enough?"
She started looking around her, and felt as if she was being watched. She didn't know wether it was an uneasy feeling, or a flattering one.
Not unless the person staring at you is some schizophrenic maniac, then that just seems to cross the flattering line.
Just a little.
"She decided to go in there when she could have been dancing with me, it was her choice."
"Whatever."
Back in the kitchen, Blake's jello shots were cooling, and probably weren't very good because they were going to be runny. Peyton sat at the table, and they started the game, with many different types of alcohol spread out over the table top.
People took their turns, and said things like, 'I never kissed a member of the same sex', 'I never go commando', 'I never did the 69', or 'I never did it in my parent's bed'. Now it was Peyton's turn, and she had another shot glass being placed in front of her, and filled by one of the obnoxious guys who was already gone.
"Okay, I've never," thinking about what to do, she looked around the room thinking of things she's never done. "I've never had done it standing up."
She looked around her, and many of the people surrounding her drank. Only one girl kept her glass firmly placed in front of her.
"Okay, my turn." said Matthew, a fellow senior, and basketball player. He was noted for being one of the popular guys, and one of the jerky players, along with one of his best friends, Blake Knight.
"I've never had my significant other cheat on me with my best friend."
He said it, looking straight at Peyton, who looked around for her boyfriend's familiar brown head.
Finding him, she saw him holding a laughing Brooke close, and they were grinding to 50 cent's 'Just A Lil' Bit'.
Standing up, she walked over to the couple on the dance floor, and did the same thing that Brooke did to Blake and Brandy. She pushed herself in between the two, and looked right at Blake with eyes that didn't look pissed, more like annoyed.
"Hey baby girl, I was wondering when you were gonna come to the land of the living." He cooed, and ran his hands through her hair. Peyton pushed him away, and turned to look at her best friend who now wore a scared expression on her face.
She was scared that she was going to misinterpret the situation. The last thing in the world that she wanted to do to Peyton was hurt her. Even if she was interested in Blake, she would not go after him in any way, shape, or form. Though she could now see how this situation could escalate, it didn't look too well.
"Could you two tone it the hell down." Peyton said, and walked away before Brooke could reach over and grab her arm.
Blake started laughing, and looked over at his friend who was now smirking.
"You're such an $$ Matt." he exclaimed, still laughing. Matthew lifted his cup up and was motioning a cheers to him.
"You're such a fag Blake." scoffed Brooke, shoving him hard in the chest, he looked at her walk away and rolled his eyes.
Brooke walked away in order to find Peyton, who was probably still pissed. Pushing her way through the crowd, guys were trying to pull her into their arms to dance with them, and as she shrugged them off, she could feel Blake rolling his eyes at her back, and could also feel someone else's eyes on her.
After a while, she couldn't find Peyton anywhere, and decided that it would be better if she could have some alone time to cool off. That was exactly what she always wanted when she was in a bad mood.
Surrounded by friends, or acquaintances, or whatever they wanted to call themselves, Brooke stood near the dining room, which a keg was in, and started laughing about random things.
Time went by, and a drunken boy came sauntering near an equally drunken Brooke who was now laughing hysterically at something a fellow cheerleader had said.
He looked over at Brooke, and thought that he was about to get some. Knowing all about her escapades and hearing all the stories about how she'll do anything, and is amazing in bed, not to mention amazingly hott, and sexy. He walked up to her and tapped her on the shoulder from the back, and when she turned around lazily, he slipped and golden liquid came pouring out over her black camisole.
Letting out a shriek, there was nothing to do but hold her head when the room started spinning around.
"Nice job." Brooke slurred, and he laughed it off while getting napkins to try and help her dry off. Her hand pushed his away harshly, and she backed up and tried to grab onto fellow partygoers who acted as her support as she tried to saunter away.
The boy asked her where she was going, as if he forgot that he completely soaked the front of her top in his drunken state.
She wasn't completely wasted, though the amount of alcohol that she had consumed in that little a time was starting to take a toll on her.
Knowing that she the problem could be fixed in a few hours, and with cans of red bull, she walked over to the bottom of the staircase and made her way upstairs so she could borrow a tops of Rachel's.
Her eyes started to blur, and she finally made her way to the top, but everything seemed to be upside down for her. Normally this wouldn't make a difference for her, she liked that feeling of not knowing anything and forgetting the world for one night. Though now she was clutching her stomach which had shooting pains surging through it, and winced at the throb in her back.
Not tonight Brooke.
She told herself that that was all the alcohol she would drink that night. Plus, she had to be sober when she found Peyton, so she could apologize properly.
Though that didn't change the fact that she was wandering into any room she could find, hoping that she chose right and found Rachel's.
Hushed voices talking amongst themselves could be heard behind the closed door of the room Brooke was now turning the handle to.
Suddenly, the door swung open, and Brooke crashed into the hard chest of someone she didn't know, but remembered meeting.
Feeling herself fall to the floor when her legs gave out on her, she closed her eyes and awaited the fall. She didn't feel it though, and instead felt two muscular arms grasp her around the waist. The only thing that she could remember was fluttering her eyes open to a blurry figure, before blanking out completely.
When she came to, it wasn't that long after. Maybe only half an hour had passed at most, and she recognized this room now.
A poster of Scarface, how original.
Brooke's POV
My vision is blurry, and my head hurts like a bch and matches my stomach in throbbing.
This is the room that Rachel and I would only sometimes go into to get something we needed, but we never snooped around in here. She always spoke in codes and acted like it was some sort of covert operation.
"Here, put this on your head."
I can hear a deep voice coming from behind me, and recognize it barely. It belonged to the person whose chest I had smashed into.
I thankfully take the damp washcloth I'm being handed, and lay it on my forehead, careful to evenly distribute it.
"How am I in here?"
Yuck!
I can hear my voice come out raspier and tougher than usual, it's scratchy and sounds similar to me having a cold.
I hear him chuckle lightly in the background
"You crashed into me earlier when I opened the door. By the way, why were you eavesdropping on me?"
I heard him say. I hadn't seen him in so long, even since we were children. We were eight and he was ten, but he was always off with his father. Rachel was always with their mother. Now, ever since their father was shot and killed, Jake is in one of those rival gangs and he's never home. Why the hell is he here now? And why is he being so nice to me?
"I wasn't eavesdropping," I said quickly. The last thing you want for a gang member to think is that you were eavesdropping. "I didn't hear anything," ooh, I'm good. "and if I did hear anything, I wouldn't have remembered it by now."
He nodded as if agreeing that my excuse was legit.
"Why were you even at my door anyway?" he asked, looking down at her. Damn, another question. Does he not know the meanings of shit-faced, and blacking out?
"Um, I thought it was Rachel's room."
Jake snorted, "Yeah, I can believe that. You were pretty wasted."
He laughed, looking like he was reminiscing.
"Why am I not wearing the same clothes?" I ask, now looking down at the black and white tunic I was wearing.
He laughed, "You were soaked with beer, I went and found Rachel and told her to change you. We left you here because her room was, well you know, occupied."
"Eww." I said it in a way a blonde would say, duh.
"Yeah, I know. At least it wasn't my baby sister." Hah, if only he knew that Rachel does that exact thing every weekend.
He was leaving whatever he was busy with this entire time, and his face came forth from the shadows.
He looked the same, you could still tell it was the same person he had always been. Though he looked older of course, he had stubble, and his hair was darker. His muscles were bigger, and he was wearing a white wife beater that showed off his biceps, which were littered with tattoos. I noticed one of them was the same one as the other I had seen the night before had. The obnoxious sidekick one, that must have been their gang tattoo, they must have been in the same gang.
I tried to sit up, and actually it wasn't that bad. I'd probably have to rest for a little while longer, but then I'm sure I'd be fine.
"Here's an aspirin just incase, and some water."
"Oh, and can I have some-"
"Red Bull." he stated, placing the beautiful can in front of me.
Jake sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed I was in, his bed. "I remember when you were a kid and whenever I saw you, you had one of these in your hands. Really, what kind of parents let their eight year old kid drink Red Bull?"
"My parents." I mumbled.
A little while passed between us, and he was still fumbling with whatever he had found so interesting.
I turn my slightly stronger head that the aspirin kicked into, and looked over at what he was messing with. Something that looked black and silver, and made a loud clanging noise when he dropped it on the counter and cursed. He moved back a bit to suck his thumb, and I got a closer look at it.
A gun!?!?
A mother-fg-person-killing-hole-making-bad-$$-son-of-a-bch-GUN!!
I've got to get out of here.
My legs seem to be fine under me, and I start to stand when he turns around to look at me.
He flinches when he realizes that I'm up.
Great job Brooke.
Make a guy with a gun flinch. Next time he can flinch the trigger all the way to your face.
"Feel strong enough to make it downstairs on your own?" I nod apprehensively.
"Look, I don't think it's wise to go back down to a party when you just passed out." he said to me.
He came closer to me, and I backed up. I knew he was right, but I just held my hands up in front of my chest, and smiled in appreciation. He really was a sweet guy, a little scary, but sweet. "I'll be fine."
"Well, just don't drink anymore. And if you see Rachel drinking come tell me." He looked half serious yet half joking.
"Can do." I said, he nods, and turns his back on me to doing whatever it was he was doing. I turn around again and start talking.
"Listen," he turns around and wrinkles his forehead to show me that he's listening. "thanks for taking care of me." he only shrugs. "It's the side effect of being a big brother."
I give him a genuine smile, and turn back to the hall and close the door behind me. It finally crosses my mind that there were voices inside of this room, plural, not just singular. Where were the rest of them?
I found my answer. A second later I see a blonde guy who isn't bad looking, and he's pretty tall. He has a big brown leather jacket, and he's talking to one of the girls, but he looks like he's bored.
General POV
She walked right downstairs and instantly ran into Rachel, who was siphoning beer from the keg.
Good thing Jake wasn't down there.
Chug! Chug! Chug!
Brooke pushed her way to find Peyton, who was now outside by the pool, draping her feet into the sides of the shallow end.
Peyton heard footsteps coming in from behind her again. It wasn't very unexpected, because it was a house party filled with drunken high school kids, and Rachel had been trying to talk to her, and she was sure Brooke was about to.
"I wasn't mad at you because I thought you like Blake." she started, without so much as looking behind her. "I guess, I just know that I'm his doormat, and everyone else knows that. And they may get the wrong idea about the two of you, and it's just-"
"Embarrassing." they finished together.
They finished the last part of Peyton's sentence together, as Brooke took a seat next to her. Taking off her own shoes, and dipping her feet into the cold pools water.
"What the hell Peyton! How are you not a popsicle right now?" a freezing Brooke shrieked as her feet jumped back. Peyton laughed and Brooke joined her.
They spent a few minutes in silence, and Peyton looked at the time on her cell phone. Hours had passed since they had first got there, and she stood up and straightened her top and skirt.
"I thought you weren't mad at me."
She looked up into Peyton's eyes who were glossy, as she was thinking about her life. She was always talking about her friends living a lie, she had felt like a hypocrite. Her boyfriend didn't respect her, and everyone knew that.
Peyton sighed, "I'm not, I just need to get out of here, and clear my head, I want to be alone, and I'm tired."
"No problem." Peyton nodded and gave her a big smile, before walking away slowly and wrapping her arms around herself.
"Goldielocks?" asked Brooke. Peyton turned around. "Brookie-Boo?"
"I love you." the brunette smiled.
"I love you too." she said, walking out and away, saying a silent goodbye and goodnight to her friend.
It took Brooke a few minutes after Peyton had left to realize something. "She's my ride home!" she said out loud, and got a few weird looks from a few people within close range. She turned her head, slightly embarrassed, and could have sworn that for a split second she saw two eyes that matched the brightness and intenseness of the pair she hadn't been able to take her mind off of. She shook her head, and again shrugged it off, blaming it on the alcohol that must have resurfaced.
Another half an hour had passed, and Brooke could feel her stomach and her head starting to throb slightly once again. She wanted to get home to the serenity and calmness of her big, empty home. She had spent this pass half an hour making out with random guys, dancing with random guys, passing up drinks, and looking for anyone sober enough to take her home. God knows that her friends weren't there, they were all off in random bedrooms doing whatever she desperately didn't want to know, or they were stone faced drunk.
She went to the bathroom because she felt as if she needed to go. Well, not needed to go but needed to be in there. That would explain the cramping in her stomach.
When she got there, sure enough she made the right decision in going to the bathroom.
Washing up, she plashed water over her face, and decided that she would take the remainder of her makeup off of her face with the remover in the cabinet.
Opening the door, she sniffled as if she were coming down with a cold, and looked across the hall at Jake's open bedroom door. He was shrugging on his jacket, and the rest of his friends looked as if they were getting ready to leave.
They were all making their way out of the doorway, and coming towards her, since she was standing outside of the door of the bathroom, which was located smack dab in front of the descending staircase.
When most of the guys had cleared from the doorway, and the last figure emerged from the shadows, she blinked in surprise of that familiar stance, silhouette, and...eyes.
When all of the guys made their way past her, sent her looks up and down, and had left. The last one who she could just not take her eyes off of stayed leaning cross armed against the doorframe. She couldn't see his face, but she could feel his smirk being sent her way.
Goose bumps popped up on her fair skin, and she could have sworn that she could feel chills running up and down her spin as if an electrical current was surging madly through her blood.
He looked down and then looked up again when he had come about five feet closer to her. Her breath became hitched deep within her throat, she could feel it. He came closer to her, and opened his mouth to speak.
She had so many questions, but didn't want to ask them. She had never met anyone so closed off, and for some reason she wanted to know why.
She needed to know why. She had never met anyone so full of mystery, intrigue, excitement, and danger.
"Need a ride?"
Not trusting her voice, she nodded. This was going to be an interesting night, and she was now following him out the front door, and closing it securely behind her, not expecting any of the night's forthcoming events, but anticipating it nonetheless.
--Avoiding danger is not safer in the long run than outright exposure. Life is either a daring adventure, or nothing.--
Otay then, it's Fin for today. I'll have more soon. And, just so you know, I will post the links for songs that I wrote into my chapter, that you should listen to while reading next time. Read and Review, please. Be honest, please. Love, Brit.
