Disclaimer- I still don't own One Tree Hill. If I ever get it, I'll let you know.

Song? Funny Little Feeling by the Rock an Roll Soldiers

Chapter Three- Funny Little Feeling

Lucas-

I've got a funny little feeling

My arms are shaking like a lightning rod

I cannon ball right through the ceiling

And sink my teeth until the feelings gone

I opened my eyes and immediately closed them again. The light was too bright. My eyes were going to burn out of my head. Oh my head! I moaned and tried to open my eyes again, squinting slowly and letting my eyes open little by little. I must have died, I thought wondrously to myself. Why else would my room be pink? I must have been driving home after the party, after having a little…ok, a lot to drink, and I must have been in a car crash and died! But that still didn't explain why my room was pink…

I pushed myself up onto my elbows but fell back down when my world started swinging in circles around me. "Oh god, I think I'm gonna be sick," I muttered, trying to remind myself to breath.

"Don't worry Lukey-boy, you're ok," a voice said from beside me. I opened one eye and slowly let it travel over towards the source of the sound.

"Brooke?" I asked, trying to figure out why the hell Brooke was in heaven. Or possibly this was hell…

Brooke laughed at the expression on my face and leaned towards me from where she was sitting on a chair next to the bed. "You were drunk last night, came home around one o'clock, climbed up the wall to the second story which is pretty damn awesome, and then you came to my window because you said yours was locked and scared me half to death." I nodded and tried to sit up again. Brooke sat back in her seat and smiled.

"Wait…were you up at one o'clock?" I asked curiously, trying to roll with the waves of my vision. "How can you possibly be awake now?"

"Oh I don't run on sleep," Brooke replied nonchalantly. "I run on coffee." She pulled a coffee mug from next to her and took a small sip.

I moaned and held my hand out, frowning when she pulled the cup away. "Oh no buddy-boy," she laughed, placing the mug down out of my reach. "I've designed a little something for you myself." And then, from behind her on the desk, she pulled a cup full of…well…I don't really know what it was, but it looked gross.

I curled my lip in distaste and withdrew my hand. "No way in hell, am I drinking that." I told her stubbornly, turning my head away.

Brooke rolled her eyes. "Don't be such a baby Lucas." She scolded. "I'm telling you, this thing works wonders. Back in California, I had this huge house and after my dad…died…I used to have parties all the time. Usually everyone just passed out in at the end of them and I can really hold my liquor." She smiled proudly. "So I was usually the only one partially sober in the mornings. I made this recipe up, but trust me, in ten minutes top; you'll be feeling good as new."

I still didn't take the cup from her. It wasn't that I didn't trust her; it was just that I thought that if I ate or drank anything, I'd be throwing up all over before you could say gross-hangover-drink-thing.

Brooke sighed. "Here's the deal Lucas, we have school in about one hour. You can either drink it and go, or you can lay here throwing up all over and I'll go downstairs and tell your mom you have a hangover and can't go to school today."

I glared at Brooke. "You wouldn't."

Brooke smiled back evilly, "You want to bet on that?"

I grabbed the nasty looking drink out of her hands and downed it like a shot, screwing my face up in disgust as I swallowed the thick liquid.

"What the hell is in that?!" I gasped, handing the cup back to a smug looking Brooke.

"You don't want to know," she said quickly, turning away from me. "You think you can make it back across the roof without falling off?" I nodded even though she couldn't see me. "Ok then!" Brooke turned back, smiling brightly. "I'll meet you downstairs in twenty minutes and you can give me a ride to school because my car is officially, out of gas."

I dragged myself off her bed, grateful that the room had stopped spinning and then frowned. "But if my window is locked, how will I get it?"

"I checked it already." Brooke grinned, turning towards me. "It was already open."

"Oh…" I paused and turned towards Brooke, leaning my back against the window. "Brooke…thanks for taking care of me last night…it's not something just anyone would do…"

A small smile stretched across Brookes face and she nodded her head at me. "No problem."

I climbed out the window then smirked at her, "Maybe I should start cutting you some slack…"

"Yeah, maybe," Brooke laughed, rolling her eyes at me and closing the window in my face. She shoed me away with her hands and I laughed, feeling the fresh breeze on my face as I walked over towards my own window. I felt better already although I wasn't sure it was just because of the drink.

Huh…it was open, I thought idly, pulling myself into my own room. Weird how stuff like that worked out.

Brooke-

"Lucas, you get your cute ass down here before I come up and drag you down!" I shouted from where I was standing outside the door, waiting for Lucas to drive me to school.

"You think I have a cute ass?" a voice asked from behind me. I screamed and whipped around in the air.

"Stop doing that!" I snapped, crossing my arms and tapping my foot, trying to act annoyed and not at all like just having him this close to me was making my heart beat faster.

"Doing what?" Lucas asked, walking past me towards his car. I followed him quickly, sliding into the passenger seat and turning to frown at him.

"You keep popping up out of nowhere and it's kinda creepy!"

"Really? I thought you'd think it was cute. You know, kinda like my-"

"Stop! Talking!" I shouted, covering my face with my hands and turning away from him so he wouldn't see me blushing. God, when did I turn into a boy-crazy, weak-at-the-knees-when-he-looks-at-you girl? I don't know either. I didn't even see it coming until last night when I was lying in bed waiting for Lucas to come home. It was then that I realized how worried I was. And I realized that I was worried for a reason. I had feelings for-

I was pulled out of my thoughts when Lucas put the car into reverse and shot out of the driveway. I jerked forward and my seatbelt cut into my chest.

"Holy crap! Lucas! Slow down!" I screamed, putting my hands on the dashboard to steady myself.

"Who died and made you Queen of all Bitches?" Lucas laughed, speeding up instead.

"Do you always drive like this?" I gasped, sitting back in my seat.

"Only with you Brookie Cookie," he smiled sarcastically, cruising around a corner.

"Oh my god, how did you manage to drive home drunk last night?" I asked, frowning. "It's a miracle that you didn't die!" I added as we sped through a red light. Good thing this is a small town and there aren't really people out this early, I thought to myself. "Or kill anyone."

"Yeah…" Lucas paused. "There was that old lady walking her dog…"

"Lucas Scott!" I shouted, slapping him, hard, on the arm.

"Hey, driving here!" Lucas said sounding affronted.

"Yeah, if that's what you want to call it," I scoffed, turning to look out the window.

"And besides," Lucas continued. "I didn't really hit anyone." He frowned. "Except maybe a mailbox…and I think there was an antelope but I'm guessing that was just my imagination…"

I snorted and tried not to laugh. "Like you would remember," I retorted. "You were smashingly drunk when you got home." I looked at him out of the corner of my eye. "You know, when most people are drunk they blab out their deepest darkest secrets and stuff…you said even less when you were drunk then you did before. And that's saying something because you barely said three words to me when I first got here…"

"I have two levels of drunkenness," Lucas said, frowning out the windshield and pulling into the parking lot in front of the school. I focused on him, trying to distract myself from how nervous I really was about my first day. "There's the one where I'm drunk and I don't say anything, and then there's the one where I'm an open mouth and all the words just fall out of me without me thinking."

"Ha!" I laughed, "Like you ever think before you talk!"

"Ouch," Lucas said, looking offended. He hopped out of the car and I followed him, pulling nervously at the hem of my shirt.

"Hey Luke!" a voice rang out from across the parking lot. Lucas turned towards the speaker and grinned. A group of guys started towards us and I groaned. Normally I would be delighted in this situation but at the moment, I was out of my element and I needed to get used to being the new girl before I started checking out the guys.

Who were hot just for the record.

"Who's your friend?" a tall blonde haired boy asked, staring me up and down. I quirked an eyebrow and returned the favor, rolling my eyes at the other guys. They laughed.

"Brooke…the guys, guys, Brooke," Lucas said quickly, seemingly eager to get me away. "We got to go meet up with Nathan and Haley; I'll catch you all later." Then he grabbed me by the elbow and steered me towards the front of the school.

"It's so small!" I said aloud, examining the building. Lucas grunted. Ok so it wasn't that small, but after living in California for all my life, everything here seemed smaller. He guided me into the front doors and suddenly it seemed like people were clambering to get near us.

"Hey Lucas, are you ready for the game this Friday?"

"Did you read the newspaper article about the team? They are so going down."

"I'm having a party this weekend, you want to come?"

Lucas directed one, calm yet scary glare out into the crowd and they parted to let us through. They don't call it the evil eye just for nothing.

I almost squirmed under all the eyes watching us but then I straightened up and held my head a little higher. I focused on the warmth of Lucas's hand on my arm and tried to forget everything else as I walked down the hallway. I was Brooke Davis. I was strong.

"Hey Brooke!" a voice sang out from somewhere in front of us. I sighed in relief.

"Haley!" I shouted, pushing through a few people till I got to the girl and collapsed into her arms. "I haven't even done anything yet and everyone's starting at me like I'm an animal in a zoo!"

"That's because you're hot." Haley said, patting me gently on the head. I broke out into a smile and she turned to Lucas.

"Thanks for getting her here Luke; I'll take her for now though."

Lucas nodded and turned towards me, ignoring all the eyes on us. "I'll come find you after school."

I smiled softly at him and he turned and walked away, a few people exiting the crowd to walk with him to his first class.

"Ok girly-girl, where to first?" I asked, turning back towards Haley.

"Ah…principles office. You need to be welcomed to the school and all that crap."

I followed Haley through the halls until we reached a large door with an OFFICE sign over it. The bell rang.

"I leave you now," Haley said dramatically, taking my hand and letting it slip out of hers as she walked backwards.

"My heart will ache for you," I assured her dryly, turning towards the door. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Then I walked in.

"Brooke Davis?" a perky voice asked, as soon as I'd stepped into the lightly lit room. I nodded hesitantly and waited as the secretary shuffled a few papers on her desk. "Principle Turner is ready for you if you just want to go through that door there…" she pointed to a door at the end of the room and I smiled appreciatively at her as I walked towards it. I knocked and counted mentally to ten.

"Principle Turner?" I asked, opening the door and peeking my head in. A tall black, middle aged man sat at the desk in front of me, staring at a computer screen. He waved me in with one hand, finished typing something then looked up.

He raised himself to his feet and smiled invitingly. "Brooke Davis I assume? It's such a pleasure to have you here!"

"A pleasure to be here sir!" I responded, inwardly wincing at my sugary sweet tone. But Turner appeared to be soaking it all up because he looked delighted with my politeness and gestured me to sit at a seat in front of his desk.

"Well," Turner smiled, picking a file up off the table and pulling a piece of paper from it. "This is your schedule for this semester; I've personally added a clean block at the end of your day so you can join cheerleading if you wish…" He looked up at me and seemed to notice my astonishment because he went on, "I see here that you were the captain of your team back in California and I thought you would be a very nice asset to our squad here." I nodded, trying to contain my excitement. Cheerleading had always been something I was good at.

"That would be wonderful sir!" I beamed.

Principle Turner looked pleased. "Very well, I have someone to show you around and for your convenience, she's also a cheerleader and will be able to help you get situated and everything." He kept talking but I was only vaguely listening to him. I nodded and smiled at the appropriate moments, wondering if I would fit in here. It wouldn't be that different from California, right? And even if it was, I would have Lucas and Haley and Nathan to help me…

"Anyway, Rachel should be right outside now…she's waiting to take you to your first class," Turner said, standing up and holding out his hand. I shook it carefully then turned towards the door.

"Thank you sir," I smiled, Turner smiled back, sitting back down and watching me until I was out of the door.

I sighed in relief the moment I cleared the doorway of the secretary's office.

"Tired of Turner already?" an amused voice asked.

I twisted my body to the side to get a better look at the girl who was leaning up against the wall beside me. "I think if I would have kept on smiling so hard my face would have ripped in two," I muttered, turning to face her.

"I totally know what you're talking about," the girl said, rolling her eyes. "And I bet he lapped it all up."

"Every word," I grinned.

"Guys," she smirked. "They're so easy." I laughed and she held out her hand for me to shake. "By the way, I'm Rachel Gattina."

"Brooke Davis."

"Yeah I know," she grinned back. "I'm your…tour guide here."

I sighed in relief. "Oh thank god," I muttered. Rachel gave me a strange look and I hurriedly explained, "I was expecting to get stuck with some blonde bimbo."

Rachel burst out laughing. Fingering her long red hair she shrugged. "Better stick with me if you want to avoid those types." She started walking down the hall, motioning me to follow her. "So…Turner only told me to show you around because I'm a cheerleader and he heard you were pretty good and he thinks I'm all innocent because I could pass calculus in my sleep." I snorted. "I know," Rachel rolled her eyes again. "Anyway, I don't really know what I'm supposed to be doing so I'll just show you around a bit then after school we can go to practice and I'll get you all set up for Peyton."

I nodded in agreement and walked beside her, tugging the straps on my backpack so they were even.

"So do you like it here?" I asked, turning to look at Rachel.

She shrugged. "Really? It's all I've ever known so there's not much to compare it to…it's kind of nice to have known everyone for your whole life though. Creates a comfort zone and everything. Speaking of…" she turned and looked at me, "Do you know anyone here or am I the first to be graced with your presence?"

"Oh, I know Haley James and Nathan Scott-"

"Ah, the Golden Couple," Rachel laughed. "Figures."

"What's that mean?" I asked, frowning slightly. Haley was my friend, closer to me already then some people that I used to refer to as best friends had been back in California. I was ready to defend her even though Rachel seemed pretty cool and I really liked her.

"Everyone knows who Haley and Nathan are," Rachel explained. "Actually, Haley and I are pretty close. I think the two of us are the only two sane people on the Cheerleading Squad…" she trailed off but then seemed to realize I was waiting for her to go on and started talking again. "Anyway, everyone loves Haley. You know? She's even nice to the nerds who everyone else makes fun of. She was kind of in the background for a while though. I mean, she tutors people and the girl is hot, but she was always kind of like…uncharted territory that nobody went near. Anyway, people always said she had "In" potential but she wasn't actually in the picture until Nathan needed tutoring from her. Storybook romance, he ended up falling for her and visa versa. He introduced her to all the jocks and cheerleaders and turns out she's a kick-ass one herself so soon enough everyone was jealous of the two of them. Basically to sum it all up, Haley was totally off the radar until Nathan admitted he was failing math and the rest they say- is history.

I nodded my head, grinning. Of course Nathan and Haley would have a history like that. The Golden Couple. I should have guessed.

"Anyway, how do you know them?" Rachel asked, continuing down the hallway.

"Oh, actually I'm living with Nathan's brother Lucas-" I stopped abruptly as Rachel froze mid-step. "I'm guessing you know him too?" I asked, bewildered. I think I was starting to get everyone's place in Tree Hill. Haley and Nathan were obviously the King and Queen of the school with the fairy-tale romance, which left Lucas to be the cold-hearted-user at the top of the food chain. The one everyone either loved, or pretended to hate but secretly wanted to be.

"Lucas Scott?" Rachel echoed. I nodded slowly. "Lucas Scott as in drop-dead-gorgeous-manwhore-of-Tree-Hill-High-School-captain-of-the-basketball-team-who-everyone-either-wants-or-wants-to-be-Lucas-Scott?"

"Um…yeah?"

Rachel sighed wistfully. "He's kinda famous around here too," she grinned.

"Yeah I was starting to get that feeling," I murmured, remembering getting mobbed by what I guess you could call admirers that morning.

"Girl, you are in way over your head," Rachel smirked.

"I got that feeling too."

Brooke-

I resisted the urge to hunch my shoulders over and stare down at my feet as we entered the gym. Instead, I tossed my hair back and marched in, flanked on either side by Rachel and Haley. On one side of the gym, the boys basketball team was practicing, they were all in a line doing pushups while Coach Durham watched them, blowing is whistle and making them start over whenever anyone stopped. I winced in pity.

Haley grabbed my arm and pulled me to the other side of the gym where a group of girls in shorts and work out sweats were stretching.

"Peyton!" Rachel called out, dropping her bag on the bleachers. "This is Brooke, she just transferred in from-"

"We don't need anymore cheerleaders." A tall blonde girl snapped, stalking over to us. She glared at me and I stared back in shock. What the hell was her problem?

"Oh please," I snarled, curling my lip in distaste, instantly on the defensive. "I think you need all the help you can get."

Peyton stepped forward, her blue eyes burning. "It's not like I'm gonna get any help from you! You look like you just crawled out of a JC Penny catalogue."

"As opposed to what?" I asked heatedly, not backing down. "You coming out of a dumpster?"

There was a collective gasp and a few smothered giggles from the cheerleaders behind Peyton and I could have sworn I heard a hoot from one of the basketball players. Out of the corner of my eye I could see them standing up and shifting on their feet, watching us. Coach Durham was standing to the side, getting ready to intervene if necessary.

"Get out. Of my gym." Peyton said, her eyes screwed up in anger.

"Get out of my face," I hissed softly.

"Pey, it's ok," Haley said, bounding between us. "Principle Turner wants her on the squad!"

Peyton rolled her eyes and didn't take them off me. "Its not Turners squad, its mine." She snapped. "And I don't want some slutty little bitch ruining it."

I took a step back as if I'd been slapped but then my eyes hardened. "I've heard that one before. Tell me something I don't know."

"I'm sorry Brooke, but I'm not letting you on the squad. So unless you want to go running back to nice Mr. Turner and tell him that big bad Peyton won't let you play with the big girls, I think you better get the hell out of my gym."

"And I think you better shut the hell up before my fist meets your face," I snapped back, turning on my heel before she had a chance to respond and stalking out of the gym holding my head higher than usual.

The moment the door swung closed behind me I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, leaning back against the wall. What was I doing here? I closed my eyes.

"Brooke?"

I looked up to see Lucas standing in front of me in his basketball shorts and jersey, breathing heavily. He scratched the back of his neck and considered me carefully.

"You ok?"

I rolled my eyes and laughed. "Never better."

Lucas smiled back ruefully. There was a small silence then- "Peyton's a bitch," he offered helpfully, watching me tilt my head back against the wall and give a small breath of laughter.

"It's ok. I get that stuff a lot."

Lucas looked guilty. "Brooke-" he hesitated then stepped towards me, grabbing my hand and holding it between his. My breath caught in my throat and a small tingling sensation made its way up my arm. "You shouldn't let Peyton take away cheerleading. If you really love it, you should fight for it." I wanted to nod or say something but I felt frozen. "If you enjoy it, you shouldn't ever let anyone take it away from you."

I opened my mouth to say something.

"Lucas!" Nathan popped his head around the door and Lucas stepped away from me quickly, letting my hands slide out of his. Nathan smiled apologetically at me then looked back at Lucas. "The team needs our fearless leader back."

Lucas nodded and turned back towards me, shooing Nathan away with one hand.

"Well, I gotta go now…" he said slowly.

"Its fine, I can wait till after practice." I assured him. "Actually, I was thinking of going to talk to Principle Turner…" Lucas smiled. He stepped away from me, still facing me so his back was to the door.

"You sure you'll be alright?" he asked. "Because I can ask Coach-"

"Go," I laughed, waving him away. "Your team needs their fearless leader," I smirked. Then I saluted, curtsied, did a praying-hands Japanese bow thing and before he could blink, stepped forward and pushed him through the door, back into the gym.

Then I turned determinedly, and headed towards Turners office.

Brooke-

I sat down in the back of the school under a large tree and leaned back against it, closing my eyes. Searching through my mind, I tried to remember the last time I was this proud of myself for standing up to someone. Usually it was me people wished they could stand up against. It felt kind of nice to be the one standing up for myself. The feeling flitted away from me however when I felt a tapping on my shoulder.

I turned quickly to the person who had appeared next to me. "What?" I asked sweetly, a little peeved that someone had just ruined my moment.

"This seat taken?" asked the boy, looking directly in my eyes. He had particular brownish blonde hair that was spiked up and light blue eyes, much different from Lucas's, I thought silently to myself. Wait, why was I comparing him to Lucas?

"You can sit there if you want," I answered, turning back to my original position and preparing to try a take a quick nap before Lucas got out of practice. Before I could even close my eyes however, I felt the person move a little closer to me. I turned to look at him and one eyebrow rose in true Brooke Davis fashion. "Can I help you?"

"I know you can," he answered causally, tilting his head to the side to look at me.

"Well you're straight forward," I said, turning back to the front and planning on ignoring him. "If you really want something, go ask someone else."

He shrugged. "What if I want you?"

I sat motionless. That was unexpected. I turned to look at him and found those eyes staring right back at me. Okay I was wrong in what I said before. Something in his eyes did remind me of Lucas. Maybe that was why I didn't pull away when he leaned in quickly and kissed me.

Before I even had a chance to respond, he was on his feet, smiling down at me. He kicked a fallen leaf off his old scruffy vanes and turned away. I was still shocked into silence. At the last minute, he turned back to me.

"In case you were wondering, I'm Chris Keller," he said in his raspy voice. Then he was gone.

I sat silently, wondering if I was happy about this new development or not. Before I had time to completely asses the situation, a shadow passed over my face and I looked up to see Lucas standing above me.

"I'm leaving," he said shortly, turning to walk away before waiting for me. I scurried to my feet and followed Lucas towards his car.

"So I went to talk to Turner," I said, looking at Lucas for his reaction. I got nothing. I felt a slight pang of disappointment. I guess I had expected him to be proud of me or something.

"I called mom, she got your car ready for you so you don't need rides from me anymore." Lucas said, ignoring what I had just said.

"Oh," I whispered quietly, slipping into the passengers' seat.

The ride home was silent.

Hey everyone! I'm so sorry. I am completely obsessed with this story and I just can't stop updating. It's craziness.

Right. So here we go. I'd like to send out a personal thank you to Linkie because as she so wonderfully pointed out, I wrote Nathan's name at one point where it should have been Lucas. So incase any of you were confused, go ahead and thank her for clearing that up.

I'd also like to send a shout out to Potato92 for having faith in me (about my biology test.) Nice to know you believe in me! (And just incase anyone really cares, I got a 52/53 on it! Woot woot!) Also, I am aware that I am one of those people who read a story they totally love and then let it influence their own writing. Don't worry. I've got stuff in store that I don't think I've seen yet. At least…I hope not…

For those of you who are just catching on this particular Brucas train, it's AU where Brookes dad is dead, Nathan and Haley aren't married, and Chris Keller doesn't refer to himself as "Chris Keller." I own nothing except the house they live in.

BrownEyes1980- I'm attempting to make their relationship a steadily incline but I'm just so excited about the two of them I think I'm going way to fast! Ah well, some things are just meant to be right? And what kind of story would it be if there were no ups and downs? Lol. I'm not really sure how develop their backgrounds more in the story, but you're so right in thinking its going to influence their decisions and…stuff…

BrucasForeva- Ah! I'm so glad that you like my Lucas! It was kind of hard to write him in the beginning because I was so mad at his TV versions schizophrenic-ness where he goes from loving Brooke to Peyton in like…a week. Or month. Whatever. Anyway! Love/Hate relationships are always the best. I'm trying to add some Naley just because they're so damn cute! I debated having them married or not but it could happen anytime! What do you think?

LBHNluver- Hold in there, I'll try my best:D

SmileLikeYooMeanIt- You wouldn't happen to listen to The Killers, would you? Because I would so love you even more than I already do if you did. But I'm glad you like the story! I'm sorry that it's like the other one and I promise it'll be different. Honestly, in the beginning of my stories I tend to put a lot of effort into it and as we get further in it becomes more me writing and less of my structured plans. Meaning I think less about it so it'll definitely be…different. Better different though.

Brucasss- I'm glad you like it! I personally think that relationships with tension are much, much more interesting than sweet innocent ones don't you? Was this update soon enough?

Wildb3rry- Damn right it is!

flipflopgal- There are so many stories out there it's hard to come up with a new idea! But I'll try my best for you! Lol. And my ends are always exciting. Don't you worry.

Linkie- Yes, I know, I already said I appreciated your review, but I'd just like to say it again. Thank you! It's me and my crazy mind that just can't keep these names straight. Glad you like it!

Potato92- Ah yes, thank you for your faith. I'm sure that's what made me get such a good grade. I owe you one. I'm glad you like the story though! I think everyone's kinda rushing into relationships but then again, its fiction land! Anything can happen!

Who here is excited that One Tree Hill is on tonight?! Me Me! Just me? Okay then. Sorry bout that. Just ignore me here. I'm going kind of insane. Now then, Lovepink2much, LiZ457, apple01, and Simone1, once again, my reason for living. What would I do without you guys?

Did anyone know Indira Gandhi was assassinated in a Sikh nationalist attack in retaliation to an Indian attack? The things you learn in Modern World. So exciting. (That was my sarcastic voice.)

Everything's Better it its…What?

-Kendra