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-Lily
How would you feel, if someone were to hand you an anemone. No not the anemones in the sea, but rather the flower, a soft, delicate, white flower. Would you smile and say thank you, your eyes twinkling as your nose embraces that flawless scent? Would your fingers tremble as they lightly trace the velvety petals, afraid to break something so fragile? Would you ever think of what the flower meant? Would you care?
If a significant other ever hands you an anemone, do not smile and say thank you, tracing the gentle flower with your perfectly manicured finger. Think about what the flower means. It just happens it is the symbol of withered hopes, dying love. It just happened to be Lucas Scott's favorite flower to give on dates.
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"Drop the flowers." Lucas turned around at the demand, recognizing the voice immediately. With a smile he made his way over to his sister's dorm room, where she had recently retreated, leaving the door open, after she called to her brother.
"Ha, ha," Lucas said deadpanned as he rested the anemones on her dresser, taking a seat on the edge of her bed.
"You are not giving another girl those flowers. Eventually someone is going to realize that receiving them is not a compliment," Lily said seriously and yet a smile still graced her flawless face.
"Yeah because all the girls I've given them are florists. Lily they don't really give a damn," Lucas countered back, stretching as he lay back on the bed.
"Whatever. Oh hey, can you get off the bed, your crinkling my clothes," Lily asked hastily as she tried to smooth the shirts.
"Where are you even going? It's 11," Lucas asked suspiciously.
"We are going to hang out at the quad," Lily said with downcast eyes.
"We?"
"Me and Brooke," Lily said, hoping that Lucas would leave before Brooke would get back. She loved her brother, but Brooke was becoming her friend and she would really rather not have tension between the two.
"Brooke?" Lucas asked with squinted, curious eyes.
"Davis, my roommate, and the girl you have been harassing. So stop that," Lily reprimanded.
"I have not been harassing her, she keeps coming on to me," Lucas said innocently, but his sister only shook her head softly.
"Yeah, sure," Lily chuckled, throwing a shirt in Lucas's face, but he was quick to remove it, his eyes glancing at the door, his eyes locking on the girl coming through. Wrapped in only a towel, her dark brunette hair was pulled into a bun; her face still had water droplets on it.
"Lily, go give those flowers to Teresa, tell them from me," Lucas said, his eyes not leaving Brooke who stood still in the doorway, contemplating numerous things.
"Lucas," Lily began, looking between the two. Brooke looked pissed and Lucas, just looked like Lucas, with eyes of lust.
"Go and when you come back we will talk about that party your sneaking out to," Lucas said, finally looking at his sister with seriousness.
"I never said…" Lily began, but Lucas knew her too well. After all, they were siblings.
"Lily," Lucas said, and with a stamp of her foot, she was gone, closing the door behind her as she left forcing Brooke to take a step forwards.
"We meet again," Lucas said smugly, leaning back down on his sister's bed, his hands behind his head. The view of Brooke Davis was ideal.
"Yeah, about that," Brooke began, "I got to get ready so you can go."
"Am I stopping you?" Lucas asked.
"No, you can help me decide what I should wear," Brooke said with a smile.
"I think your fine with what you have on," Lucas slyly smiled.
"So I shouldn't put on my new, never seen before, lacy, red, lingerie?" Brooke asked innocently watching Lucas lick his lips absentmindedly.
"Maybe you should put them on and I'll tell you how you look," he suggested.
"Hm, I could, but I don't think you would be able to handle it," Brooke smirked.
"Baby, you're easy enough to handle. What you can't handle is what would happen afterwards. After all, you would be basically undressed and I just don't think I could control myself. And I tend to rub off on people," Lucas said softly as he made his way over to her.
"Just tell me how many times I need to tell you I don't want to have sex with you?" Brooke asked.
"Until it's true," Lucas said seriously.
"I don't want to have sex with you," Brooke enunciated.
"Try and say that again in a week," Lucas said. He was not giving up.
"Game on Scott," Brooke smiled as she grabbed a pair of jeans and walked out the door, smiling at Lily who was just coming back.
"What did you do?" Lily asked Lucas.
"I did nothing," Lucas said, feigning innocence.
"Can't you just settle down with a girl?" Lily sighed, sitting on her bed.
"No," Lucas said simply, and he left his sister, not even warning her against going to a party. He didn't go to Teresa's door to have a late night quickie; rather he went back to his dorm. He was going to get shit-faced drunk tonight that's all he knew.
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It bothered him, Brooke Davis did. Never, not once, had Lucas had to chase a girl. Even when he was 7 on the playground at school, it was the girls chasing him, never the other way around. Getting a date to a dance, for Lucas was like breathing, it was just something he did without thinking. But Brooke, she was different and he couldn't help himself. She didn't want him, or at least that is what she said. It was something so different and something so… intriguing?
And yet it still bothered him. He didn't want to want a girl. He didn't want to think about a girl. He wanted to continue his ways to sleeping with countless girls a night. He wanted to get drunk and forget about Brooke, the girl who was in his mind since that morning in the quad. The logical answer was alcohol and sex.
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The party was already in full swing by the time Lucas had arrived. It was perfect timing; the girls were already tipsy but the beer was still plentiful. Any earlier and the girls would still have their wits about them and any later, the alcohol would be few and far between. He made a beeline from the door to the kitchen, grabbing a red, plastic cup in the process, and chugging its contents. The music was loud, too loud almost. Almost. It drowned out his thoughts and he was able to concentrate on a girl, he didn't know her name, but she looked like she had a nice ass, therefore he was having a great time. He's not sure what she had been talking about, but the second he heard the word 'morals' he was gone. Who the hell talks about morals at a party unless they are talking about losing them?
Eventually he found his way to the basketball crowd, jumping into statistics and the upcoming games. Did he mention he loved basketball? The conversation mainly focused on the bobcats, the professional North Carolina basketball team, but sometimes it floated to the Ravens. However, it rarely stayed there since the season had not officially started, and some people, Tim, got a little too intense in conversations about the team. It was great to have passion, but Tim always took it a step too far.
Out of the corner of his eye, Lucas couldn't help but watch her. She looked stunning, gorgeous, and beautiful, the description went on and on. Her jeans were tight against her perfectly toned legs, wedges boosting her up a little higher, although Lucas loved her height. Not that he loved anything about her though. He just thought it was a nice height. She had a nice height next to him. Not that he wanted her next to him. No.
She had curled her hair; it looked nice. She had used some sort of flowery soap; he had smelled it when she walked by. Words he had never used to describe a girl were suddenly coming to mind as he watching Brooke Davis, a sophomore, through his peripheral vision.
"New girl is like fine," Nathan said, looking over at Brooke who was dancing in a crowd of people.
"She's okay," Lucas replied nonchalantly, peeling his eyes from her to Nathan.
"Are you seeing her? Definitely a nice piece of ass."
"I thought you didn't do anyone younger," Lucas countered. For some reason, some very strange reason, it bothered him to hear Nathan talk about Brooke that way. Maybe it was just the alcohol.
"I don't, unless they look like that," Nathan smiled.
"If that's your taste."
"Yeah, she is exactly my taste," Nathan smiled. "I'm going to dance with her."
"Nathan," Lucas began, trying to change his mind.
"Dude, do you want her?" Nathan asked with a suspecting eye.
"What? No," Lucas shook his head.
"Good," Nathan said as he made his way over to the crowd of dancing teens. "Oh Lucas" he called back, making his way over to the blonde.
"Hm?"
"You have a?" Nathan asked.
"Condom?" Lucas questioned. Of course he had one, hell he had 5, he was after all Lucas Scott.
"Yeah," Nathan nodded his head, obviously thinking that dancing would lead to something more, something much more.
"Sorry dude, not today," Lucas said glumly shaking his head.
"Are you kidding? Dude you always have a fucking box."
"I had a busy day," Lucas smiled and Nathan just nodded, making his way over to the dancing brunette.
Brooke turned around with a smile as Nathan gently touched her shoulder. She was drunk, Lucas could tell. She had, had at least 7 beers since he had arrived, not that he was counting. No, he didn't care about her. The reason he didn't give Nathan a condom was because he didn't want him to, in his drunken state, make a mistake he would regret in the morning. He was simply being a good friend. Yep, that's it, Lucas Scott, a great friend.
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2 hours later and Lucas was still sober. It sucked in a way, to have such a high tolerance for alcohol. He had, had 6 beers total which was nothing, nothing to even make him tipsy. It was probably the worst party he had ever been too. The girls were either snaked on the ground, completely trashed, or he had already fucked them a week before. There was nothing worse than fucking the same girl two consecutive parties in a row.
Kate, she was a nice alternative. She was cute, short blonde hair with wispy little bangs. She played on the volleyball team and was of decent intelligence. Lucas could even bare to listen to her for about 20 minutes. Actually if he was looking for a friend, she could have been in the running. But he was looking for a hook up, not a friend, so she would have to do.
Her lips were kind of dry, not Lucas's favorite, but it would have to do. Eventually he would forget all about the way her lips were like sandpaper along his, and clothes would be discarded, and it would all end. But, it didn't get that far.
Lucas had never had a problem getting aroused, actually sometimes that was the problem. He was always like that. But as Kate ground her hips into his, nothing happened. He was actually beginning to get frustrated because the more she pushed herself into him; the less likely it was that something was going to happen. You can't have sex if you're not hard. It was just the facts.
"Listen, Kate," Lucas said, pulling away from her.
"Lucas," Kate replied, fighting her way back to his lips.
"Listen, I gotta go," Lucas said simply, pushing her back as he walked away, leaving the girl by herself. Not that she seemed to mind much, after all Tim was standing nearby waiting and he would do. Well, actually he wouldn't. She bypassed him and went straight for Eric, a tight end on the baseball team.
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"Where's Brooke?" Nathan asked Lucas as he approached him.
"What?" Lucas asked surprised. He had thought Nathan and Brooke had been together the whole time.
"She went to the bathroom a while ago and never came back to the dance floor," Nathan replied, searching for the brunette.
"Maybe there was a long line," Lucas smiled. He was not sure why, but it eased his mind, to know that nothing had happened between the two.
"Well she needs to hurry up. Tim had some condoms but there aren't many rooms open," Nathan said urgently. Leave it to guys to want sex that bad.
"Well go look for her," Lucas chuckled.
"Good idea," Nathan agreed as he left, a tad drunk but still conscience.
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It wasn't long before Lucas saw her, lying, spread out in the corner of the kitchen. She was completely out of the way, her body wedged between a wall and the refrigerator. Obviously she had been in search of a cool place and ended up there. Lucas smiled as she shifted uncomfortably, pushing her hair out of her face in her sleep.
Lucas saw, through the window, Nathan walk by, and he remembered who he was looking for.
"Brooke," Lucas said gently, leaning down brushing the wisps of hair out of her face.
"Mm," she moaned softly, sending a small shiver up Lucas's spine.
"Wake up," he said softly, knowing in the end, he would probably have to carry her out of the kitchen.
"Mm hm," she muttered softly, obviously not really listening to what Lucas was saying.
"Let's go," Lucas groaned as he lifted her body from the floor. She really wasn't heavy; actually she was somewhat light. Her legs were draped over his forearm, sticky from lying in some sort of alcohol that resided on the kitchen floor. Lucas let out a soft chuckle.
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"Lily," Lucas said, knocking softly on the door to his sister's and Brooke's room. He had walked with her in his arms from the party, to her room, hoping to put her in bed before she knew that he was the one who had brought her there. Because if she knew, she might mistake him for someone actually cares. And that would be a mistake.
"Lily," he knocked again on the door, but nobody answered. "Great, just great," Lucas said aggravated. The one time he needed his sister to be in her damn room, she was off gallivanting around the campus. He hadn't seen her at the party, but right now, he was not her main concern. She was fine; Brooke however, was drunk off her ass.
"Brooke," Lucas said softly, hoping to gently wake her.
"Yeah?" she said softly.
"Baby can you walk?" Lucas asked. She was definitely a baby, whether she would admit it or not. He would deny this if it ever got out, but he didn't mind holding her. It was just, she was slipping and Lily wasn't home so he would either need to see if she had a key or take her elsewhere.
"No," she giggled, slowly opening her eyes.
"Come on," he smiled, bringing her to her feet, but still supporting her. "Do you have your key?" Lucas asked her, hoping she would have it in her pocket or something.
"My key?" she questioned, with a small giggle.
"Your key," he confirmed.
"I don't know," she replied.
"Is it in your pocket?" Lucas asked. It was so hard to be aggravated with her when she looked so darn cute. Not that he thought she looked cute. No she just looked less ugly than normal.
"Uh," Brooke began.
"Here," Lucas smiled pointing to the pocket of her jeans, and she smile graciously. She was drunker than he had originally thought.
"Ugh," Brooke sighed, frustrated, as she tried to stick her small hand into her jean pocket but was unsuccessful every time.
"Brooke," Lucas said, looking into her eyes. She looked helpless and slightly confused. But there was a twinkle in her hazel eyes and Lucas had to look away before he starred into them for too long.
"Brooke," Brooke mimicked, repeating her name.
"Let's find your key." Lucas said, as he slowly reached his hand in her front pocket, giving her an awkward smile. "Nope," he announced when his hand came out fruitless.
"No?" Brooke questioned with a smile.
"No," he said softly as she took a step closer to him, her breath on his neck. He could have easily leaned down and captured her lips, forcefully pushed her against the door, and had his way with her, right then and there. He could have fucked her senseless, just like he had wanted to. But he didn't.
"Let's go," Lucas softly said, reaching his hand out for her to grab.
"What about these pockets?" Brooke asked innocently pointing to the back of her jeans.
"Nice try crazy girl," Lucas chuckled and Brooke just looked at him curiously, leaning her tired head on her shoulder. There was no he would have been able to reach his hand in her back pocket. The only reason guys even did that was to cop a feel. And there was no way he was going to be able to feel anything without wanting her right then and there. Normally he would have taken advantage of a girl's drunken state, but with Brooke, something was different.
"I'm not crazy," Brooke yawned moments later as they walked out into the crisp night air.
"Yeah you are," he said simply.
"No. I'm just me," Brooke announced with a wide smile, her dimples indented deep into her cheeks.
"Okay baby," Lucas replied.
"I'm not a baby either," Brooke grudgingly stated.
"You are 15 years old, drunk off your ass, tiny as can be… you're a baby."
"I want to go to bed," Brooke yawned again, not saying anything to his explanation.
"Alright, let's go," Lucas, said as he picked her up and with a soft giggle, she obliged. She was very giggly in her drunken state, not that, that was a bad thing.
It took maybe 10 minutes after Lucas had picked Brooke up, to get to his room. It could have been quicker, had she not fell so damn right in her arms.
He had never, not once, carried a girl like this. He had never not once, not had sex with a girl, even if she was drunk. He had never, felt a smile poke at his cheeks when a girl giggled. Maybe in 6th grade, but not once he had grown out of the awkward stages of being a boy. There was something about the brunette in his arms, that made him think differently about everything he once knew. However, none of this would change the way they interacted. No, Lucas had too much fun annoying the shit out of her to just stop because he was nice, once.
Lucas had known Nathan wasn't going to be in the dorm. Rarely was he ever there after a party. No, he would come trudging in after class tomorrow, pissed about having a hang over. He would spend the night with some girl and probably never talk to her until he needed another quickie in between classes. Not that Lucas could criticize him too much; after all, he does that all the time, too.
He opened the door swiftly, without even rustling Brooke, who had opened her eyes only moments before he had gotten to the dorm. Sure there was a rule about no girls in guys dorms. But, when did Lucas Scott ever listen to the rules?
He let Brooke down as he turned on the light of his room, closing the door from the outside world. Who would have known he would go "home" with Brooke Davis?
"Turn off the sun," Brooke complained, squinting her eyes.
"Okay," Lucas chuckled dimming the ceiling light a tad. Sometimes being the nephew of Dan Scott has its benefits when it comes to the top of the line electricity in the dorm rooms.
"Whoa, what are you doing crazy girl?" Lucas asked as he looked over to Brooke who was struggling to take off her shirt, it was half way up her stomach and tangled in her arms, covering half her face.
"Aren't we here to have," Brooke began "sex," she whispered with a glint in her eye.
"Oh," Lucas replied. "Where did you get that idea?" Sure he hadn't mentioned anything about sex all night, well except earlier.
"This is your room?" Brooke asked.
"Yeah…"
"So?" Brooke asked confused.
"Come here," Lucas said with a low chuckle. He pulled her shirt off her head, trying to ignore the feeling he was getting, below his belt. She threw her arms around his neck, leaning into him, dressed still in her jeans and just a bra. Lucas's hands trembled, trying his best to resist from unclasping her bra. It was too easy.
"Why don't you sit down," he said as he gently sat her on his bed.
Who would have known that tonight, Brooke Davis would be sitting on his bed, no shirt, and thinking they were about to have sex.
"Why?" Brooke groaned restlessly.
"Put this on," he handed her a grey sweatshirt, big enough to swallow her whole. She smile graciously as she slipped her hands through the arm holes, having a much easier time putting it on rather than taking her other shirt off.
"Thanks," Brooke smiled.
"You're welcome," and he meant it.
Brooke giggled as she looked down at her jeans, and back at Lucas. He sighed. She would eventually kill him; it was just a fact.
He stepped towards her as she arched her back slightly. He raised her, or his, sweatshirt slightly above the zipper of her jeans, gently brushing against her stomach causing a burst of giggles.
"That tickles," she laughed and Lucas smiled. She looked so carefree.
"Sorry," he said apologetically and she only nodded, probably not even listening. He could smell the alcohol on her breath, and he could only wonder how much she had to drink.
It was strange, to take off someone's jeans and yet you weren't about to have sex with them. The button took a second to unclasp, but Lucas was skilled at undressing girls, why should this be any different? The zipper easily slid down its tracks, and after a small tug, her jeans came off easily.
The sweatshirt covered a little more than her ass, making her legs look longer than they actually were. Had this been a different girl, Lucas would have fucked her without another word said. But he couldn't get it out of his fucking mind, that this wasn't some other girl. Brooke had stated, in front of his face, that she didn't want to have sex with him. Whether she had meant it or not, he could not say honestly, he could only say what he wanted. But she had said no. So taking advantage of her was just so wrong. It would basically be raping her, even if, at the moment, she said she wanted it. But even off that subject matter, there was part of him, a small, tiny, microscopic part of him that wanted her to want him, not just his body, but him. Mind you, that very small part was so very small.
He allowed her to take his bed for the night. It was doubtful he would even get any sleep tonight anyways. How the hell was he supposed to fall asleep with Brooke Davis in the same room, dressed in her lingerie and his sweatshirt? Oh yes he had noticed she had chosen to wear her, supposedly, new, never seen before, red lingerie. So did that mean that potentially he was the first to see it on her? He shook the thought out of his mind as he glanced back at her. She looked so peaceful, in his bed.
He pushed her hair back from her face; her eyes already sealed shut, as he pulled his comforter over her body. She snuggled into his bed, hugging his pillow tightly. Lucas smiled for what seemed like the millionth time that night and stepped back.
He groaned. He could either go to bed, slightly uncomfortable, or he could take 15 minutes and take a cold shower, a very cold shower to calm his very aroused body and then sleep comfortably. He took the second option.
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30 minutes later, Lucas mad his way back into his room. The water had not been as cold has he would have liked, but now he as he opened his door, all was good, minus the extremely cold environment. He hadn't realized it the first time he had walked through the door, probably because Brooke's body was pressed against his, and he wasn't able to think about much. Normally he and Nathan kept their room cold because after practice they would come and chill literally, chill. It always felt good after a long day of sprints to sit in a nice cold room.
But now, it was too cold. Dressed in only a pair of Raven sweatpants, Lucas made his way over to Nathan's bed to spend the night. His cold body was disappointed to find not one cover on the bed and as he looked over in the dark room, he saw Brooke, balled up on his bed with, what it looked like, every cover known to man.
He could have easily taken some from her, or gently awoken her and begged for just an ounce of warmth. Hell, if he had wanted to, he could have slid into the bed, feeling the warmth exude from the blankets and her soft body. But, she looked so peaceful. He could have ever changed the temperature of the room. But, that would have taken awhile to adjust and then Brooke would have gotten too hot and then, well, it just easier for him to do nothing but sleep. So, that is what he did.
As Brooke lay peacefully in his bed, clinging to every blanket in the room, her breathing even, Lucas slept in the cold, with his sweatpants and now sweatshirt, which he did grab on his way to the bed, on his cousin's bed.
But he made it clear to himself, that no matter what, no matter if he woke up feeling something different for the brunette, or if he woke up a changed man, nothing would change between the two. He was still Lucas Scott and she was Brooke Davis. He was still the asshole player and she was the sophomore who was resisting. Tonight, would be a memory, preserved only in Lucas's mind, for Brooke would wake up with no memory of anything because she was too drunk. Tonight, nothing would change, Lucas would make sure of it.
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Did you know the opposite of an Anemone flower; was an Almond Blossom, whose soft, sweet, pink middle was the essence of warmth? It also just happened to be the scent of Brooke Davis's soap; the one Lucas had smelt early. The flower just happened to symbolize hope, sweetness, and delicacy.
Author's Note: Wow this chapter is a LOT longer than all of my other ones. Hopefully you enjoyed it. And please, please review (: They mean so much!
-Lily