Some Like it Hot!
Summary: Nathan Scott is dating Peyton Sawyer, who wants Lucas Scott, who wants his best friend Haley James, but she's in love with Nathan. With the arrival of Broke and Jake Davis, things just got even more complicated!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the One Tree Hill characters…sadly!
A/N: Okay. I know it's been forever since I've updated, and I'm really sorry. So I hope you guys like chapter 3. Thanks for everybody who is still reading my story and everybody who reviewed! This chapter is kind of AU just to let you guys know!
Chapter 3: Got a little Crazy
Brooke Davis knew complicated like the back of her hand. Her life right now was far from simple. She also knew that they these people had a very complicated love…rectangle going on.
Haley was desperately trying to get Nathan's attention, which was making Lucas down his drinks faster. He was also trying to shrug Peyton off because she was basically throwing herself at him. It was no wonder Nathan escaped into the kitchen. The whole situation made Brooke burst out laughing.
Nathan turned around and gave her a weird look. "What's so funny?"
"You guys have that awkward love rectangle going on." She replied
"You mean Peyton's thing for Lucas and Haley's obsession with me?"
"Oh, so you know?"
He rolled his eyes at her and said, "Please. Peyton thinks she's so discreet, but I'm not blind. Haley couldn't be more obvious if she got her my name tattooed on her forehead."
"Wow, you guys should go on Jerry Springer"
"With the way things are going, we might be on there sooner than you think"
He reached over her to grab a beer, and he was close enough that she could smell his aftershave.
She shook her head. She couldn't start having those thoughts, not after what happened last time.
"So, what's a pretty girl like you doing over here all alone?" He asked
"Hiding from your friend Tim, who keeps hitting on me"
"Tim's harmless. Just don't drink anything he gives you" He said, seriously
"Are you kidding me? He would really drug a girl just to get laid?"
"No… I was joking"
She playfully smacked him on the shoulder and laughed
"You have a pretty smile, Brooke Davis"
"And you're a real charmer Nathan Scott"
They stood in silence for awhile, just taking in their surroundings. Nathan turned towards her and smirked. More people were making their way in the kitchen, pushing the two closer together.
"So you must have a story"
"What makes you say that?"
"Well, everybody does" He said, as if stating the obvious
"Okay hotshot, what's yours then?
"Well, Lucas and I are really half brothers. My dad got my mom pregnant during high school when he and Lucas' mom, Karen were broken up. While they were on a break, Karen found out that she was also pregnant. Basically he chose Karen, because my mom was… kind of messed up in the head. She died of an overdose when I was two, and left me in custody of my dad"
"Wow, that's…pretty messed up!" Brooke exclaimed. She was now pushed up against the counter, with Nathan pressed up right against her.
"Tell me about it"
She looked over towards the living room to find Haley and Lucas glaring at the two of them. She rolled her eyes at their childish behavior, and pulled Nathan outside towards the patio.
They sat in some empty lawn chairs, watching the stars up in the sky. Nathan broke the silence first.
"So Brooke Davis, what's your story?"
She hesitated, before answering. No one had really cared about getting to know her instead of trying to get in her pants.
"It's a really long story. I really don't feel like talking about it now" She said, sadly
He nodded in understanding. He put his arm around her shoulders and they spent the rest of the night talking about mindless things.
The next morning came and she found herself downstairs across the table from her dad and Jake.
"So Brooke, did you have fun last night?" Jake asked, shoveling pancakes in his mouth.
Brooke glared at her older brother and said, "I did, thanks"
"So, who was the guy that brought you home this morning?"
If looks could kill, Jake Davis would be 7 feet under by now. She wanted to reach across the table and slap that stupid smirk right off his face.
Her dad looked up at his remark and said, "Brooke is this true?"
"Yes I went to a party last night, but nothing happened. Some people from our school invited me…and Jake" she quickly added
"Brooke. Did we not talk about this before we moved?"
"Dad, you said you wanted me to make some new friends"
"I don't need you to start up that business again. It nearly tore this family apart last year. Now, I know things were hard when mom died…but sweetie we need to move on. She wouldn't want you behaving like this" he said, reaching over to grab her hand.
She yanked her hand away, angrily. She stood up, nearly tipping over her chair in the process.
"You're right. It's my damn fault mom died, and it's also my fault we had to move here. Are you happy now dad?" She yelled, backing away from him
"Brooke…please"
She ran out of the kitchen and up the stairs towards her room. She slammed her door angrily, and headed towards her bed. Her hands finally found what they were looking for underneath her bed. She pulled the top off the cold bottle, taking a huge gulp. She didn't know how she ended up in her room, drinking away her sorrows. Everything that happened last night still lingered in her mind. The ride home and the short kiss she shared with Nathan.
She took another large drink, the liquid no longer burning her throat. Everything was turning out the same way it did a year ago.
A knock on her door made her jump and shove the bottle back underneath the bed. She quickly rubbed her red eyes and straightened her clothes.
"Are you okay?" Jake's voice echoed through the bedroom.
"Yes. Let me get my stuff and we can go"
She grabbed her backpack and opened the door to find Jake leaning against the wall.
"Brooke…" He started
"I'm fine Jake. I was brushing my teeth" She lied
"Really? I didn't know Grey Goose made toothpaste"
"Haha you're funny. Can we go…please?"
"You might want to pop some gum, I'm sure Nathan Scott would appreciate it"
"You are such an ass" She said, smacking him
"It's my job"
Suddenly she wished she had brought the bottle with her, knowing she would need it by the time lunch arrived. The whole love rectangle just got a lot more complicated.