Summary: The gap between heaven and hell has never been wider. Preacher's daughters are bad girls who never get caught. Brucas.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I'm just a college senior who has no time yet always makes time for OTH. The title for the story comes from a Toby Keith song called God Love Her.
Me and God Love Her
Chapter Three: Young Girls
"You are so going to be killed tomorrow. Little Preacher's daughter is so getting trashed tonight." One of the closest friends Brooke ever had, Rachel stated loudly chugging a shot.
"Trashed sounds fun," Brooke winked. She giggled slightly. The alcohol was slowly taking effect of her body and boy was she enjoying it. The fruity mix Rachel handed her the second they walked into the house was going down like water. She knew tomorrow was going to be bad. Nine AM mass is always the worst.
"Now cheers, Brookie." Rachel passed a shot to her friend. "We are going to make this whole Brooke getting her ass grounded pre-party by getting drunk. Make the whole grounding so worth it."
"Every grounding is worth it Rach, cause it's all from you." Brooke smirked tapping her hip with her best friends. "I can get use to this."
"How'd you even get out? I thought since the whole motorcycle incident you'd be locked in a jail cell and chained to a bed."
"I played my cards right."
Rachel raised a brow at her and let out a small laugh. "Oh come on B, I know you. What'd you do?"
"Well Quinn covered for me." Brooke laughed along. "Pops thinks I'm there for quote unquote girls night. Fuck that shit. I couldn't wait to get out of there. He was so going Holy on my ass."
"I'm surprise you don't burn walking into that church. Hell half the people in there should burn."
"Shut it bitch. I got it in with the Holy Spirit. Pops is a preacher. Duh." She pointed up to where Heaven would be. "Unlike you whose best friend is the devil."
"If my best friends a devil, Brooke, then I'm guessing it's you." The red head teased. "I'll bring you down with me... or wait, according to your lovely parents I already am bringing you down."
"They'll get the fuck over it." She cursed caring less about what her parents think. She never seemed to care what they think of her. To her this life she was leading was fun and exciting. She didn't want to be apart of the Holy crap. Talking about her parents made her want to chug some more alcohol. "They freaking want me to go on some Young Women of God shit show, Rach. My dad signed me up and my mother agreed that it's what I need to go on the right path in life."
"You?" Rachel tried holding back her laugh. She thought her parents were bad, till she heard about Brooke's parents. "Wait, you in a retreat?"
"I'm surprise you even know that word."
"This is so hilarious, B. Don't you understand that?" Rachel sipped and spoke. Brooke rolled her eyes and drank along some more. "Where's your boy?"
"Around here some where. He's with his basketball people." Brooke rolled her eyes again and repeated the continuous sip. She didn't like when he left her alone at these parties. She was one of the youngest people in this place right now, like always, and felt a sense of uncomfortable-ness. "Something with his brother wants to play a round of basketball."
"Damn Scott boys and that game." Rachel sighed with a smirk. "I'd still do them."
The Scott boys were known just as well as the Davis girls in the small town. The Scott's parents, Deborah and Daniel Scott are some of the riches people in the town. Deborah, known as Deb, owned chains of cafes and Dan was the mayor and owned the only car dealership. They ruled the town.
If you were new to the town you'd never believe that the Scott brother's were actually brothers till you saw their piercing blue eyes both inherited from their father. Lucas, was the older broodier one, had blonde hair that matched his mother's and is the wild child compared to Nathan. Nathan, who was a week shy of being one year younger, had his father's dark brown hair and his father's love of basketball. While Lucas loved playing the sport, cars and motorcycles- along with drinking and partying were more his thing.
"Hand's off, Red." Brooke hissed claiming her stake in Lucas. "Blonde ones mine. Nathan, he's anyone's."
"Then I'm so going to make him mine tonight." With that Rachel snuck off to find her future pray of the night.
Brooke sighed and looked around the room in search for her brooding bad blonde boy with no luck what so ever.
"Slow down a little there," Brooke felt an arm wrap around her tiny body. She knew exactly who it was- the deep voice gave it away.
"Lukie! I'm fine." Brooke slurred a little. She wasn't drunk yet, but she was sure feeling it and having a good time.
"You may being feeling fine but tomorrow you will kill me Brookie." He taunted her using a similar nickname. She looked in his eyes and the blue ones stared right back. "Trust me, Brooke, you need to slow down. It's like your first time drinking."
"Is not." She crossed her hands and pouted before taking a gulp of the sugary concoction. "This stuffs good."
"And it's gonna give you one hell of a hang over if you keep chugging it the way you are."
"Then why do they make it so good?"
"I'm not sure, babe." He shook her head. When he received the news his parents would be out of town for the weekend, it would be the perfect opportunity to throw a party. "But I do know you look hot as hell right now."
"Oh do I now?" Brooke smirked. She, with the help of Quinn, had decided on a pair of dark jeans and red top that fit all her upper body tightly.
"Extremely." Lucas brought his head towards her neck. He wouldn't say he was as far gone as Brooke, but he had a couple of cheep beers. But with the way Brooke looked tonight, he couldn't help but wait for later.
"Luke," Brooke giggled rolling her eyes. A slight mom escaped from her mouth. "You gotta stop."
"Why's that?" The warm breath on her neck sent a shiver down her body.
"Cause," Brooke didn't have a good enough reason to make him stop. It felt good and she wanted to continue but then she remembered that stupid ring on her finger that her parents made her promise. "Cause," she paused again, "of this."
"This?" he looked at her hand at the tiny gold band on her finger. "This stupid little ring."
"It's not that stupid, Lucas." She shoved him off of her and rolled her eyes. It might not mean that much to her, but it was still something to her.
"Whatever you say, Pretty Girl." He will just have to wait till later he guesses.
"What I say goes." Brooke smirked, a smirk she learned from her mother, and let her dimples shine.
"Until I take over." He teased. Tonight was the night that they said they would do it. It was a big step for Brooke, hence why she's letting herself relax with one too many fruity vodka drinks. Sex was always taught to her as something done between husband and wife, and not done till then. That's what that stupid promise ring was to help remind her.
Brooke looked over his shoulder and stood there in shock at who she saw standing in the corner.
"Brooke?" Lucas snapped his fingers in her face. She looked pale and he followed her eyesight to the corner. "Is that who I think it is?" He looked just as shocked as he was.
"Little Miss Perfect." Brooke mumbled chugging the rest of the mixture before excusing herself to go to the corner. "Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in."
"Hi," The honey blonde whispered. "I'm not the only one who can have some fun, Brooklyn."
"How?" Brooke was still in a state of shock. Her sister, the one that never goes out or has any sense of adventure was standing in front of her.
"I just learn not to get caught." A simple shrug was all Haley gave as she sipped on her drink. "Practice, Brookie, practice and you'll be just as good."
"You've had us all played, Tutor Girl, well done."
"Well, the attention you and Quinn give mom and dad with your wild sides lets me get away with more."
"But," Brooke went to speak but couldn't form the words to say. Here, standing in front of her at a party, was Haley Davis drinking and having a damn good time.
"Don't worry, B. Our secret is safe." Haley turned. "What dad doesn't know wont hurt, right?"
"Right." Brooke nodded. "Wait till Quinn hears about this!" Haley let out a groan while Brooke cheered happily. "Rule abiding Haley is so no more."
"Well I'm sticking to that cover up with mom and dad." Haley warned. She never really did go out, but she'd never tell them that. Her friends make her go out with them once or twice a month and yet this time she didn't put up a fight.
"Okay," Brooke turned around and walked away. She'd deal with Haley tomorrow. Tonight it was all about Luke.
XO-OTH-XO
"Why I feel so funny?" Brooke giggled trying to walk in a straight line. She had some of the best moments that night, between hanging with Lucas and Rachel to dancing like an idiot but she didn't care. She had fun.
"Someone had a little too much to drink there, Baby Girl." Lucas shook his head at her. He had his arm protectively wrapped around her and she rested her body against it.
"That's the point, duh!" Brooke continued to giggle. She couldn't help it, everything seemed so funny to her at the time.
"What else did you have baby girl?" Lucas knew she was more then drunk, knowing his plans for tonight where not happening with the state Brooke was in. "Did someone give you anything?"
"Just a little brownie." Brooke shrugged. "They where so yummy. Oh and there was smoke. Lots of it!"
"Damn it, B." Lucas sighed running his hand through his hair. "Someone needs to get you home, Brooke. You need to sleep this off."
"Luke, we where supposed to have fun tonight." Brooke pouted, tears slowly falling.
"Not when you're like this baby girl." Lucas brushed the tears away.
"Haley was here. I want Haley!" Brooke started crying more.
He raised an eyebrow at her. Haley? He knew that was her sister, but he also knew that Brooke and Haley didn't really get along. "Haley? She's here?"
"Uh-Huh." Brooke nodded. "I want Haley." Except the word Haley was more coming out as Hay-wee.
"Okay, let's see if we can find you her, Brooke." Lucas sighed. Silently praying they find her fast before Brooke starts crying again.
After walking around the house they spotted Haley in the corner with her friends. "Haley! Haley Bob!" Brooke screamed running over to Haley.
"Ummm, Hi?" Haley stared at her for a second wondering what is actually going on. "Brooke, you okay?"
"I'm so totally okay, HayHay." Brooke giggled as Lucas caught up to them.
"Sorry, she's had a little too much to drink and something to smoke. I can't drive right now," Lucas pointed out. "I just want to make sure she get's home and I don't know what else to do."
Haley rolled her eyes at Brooke's giggles and stated "I got her. Thanks Lucas, right?"
"Right." Lucas nodded. He kissed Brooke's forehead. "I'll call you tomorrow, Brooke. Haley's going to take you home, okay?"
"Okay," Brooke smiled throwing her hands around his neck. "Bye Lucas." She pulled him in for a kiss.
Haley saw how Brooke was doing and stepped in. "Okay, okay, okay, Brooklyn, come on. Let's go home." Haley pulled her off of him. "You need some sleep."
"But I'm supposed to be at Quinny's." Brooke got sad.
"Well oh well, B. You need to go home and sleep this off. This is why you don't drink this much." Brooke was taller then Haley making it a challenge to walk the couple of blocks towards their home.
"I like this Haley. This Haley is fun." Brooke declared more then ten times on the short ten minute walked.
"B, I need you to be quiet, okay? Can you do that?" Haley went into protective mode when they walked up to their front porch. She was doing what her mother always taught her to do.
"Okay, Hay-wee." Brooke giggled to herself.
"When we get inside, go right to sleep, okay?" Brooke silenced herself and responded to Haley with a nod. "Okay then." Haley whispered. "Let's get you inside and to bed."
"I don't think I feel so good." Brooke moaned a complaint as she walked inside. The moment she step foot into the foyer, Haley knew exactly what was coming next. All the alcohol and food Brooke had in her system ended up on the marble tiled floor.
"Haley? Is everything okay?" Victoria Davis turned on the hallway staircase light and sighed when she looked at the bottom. "Brooklyn Penelope."
"Hi Mommy." Brooke giggled. "We in trouble Hay-wee."
"You two most certainly are." Victoria declared stomping down the stairs.
Being grounded at this point was the least of their worries right now.
So that's the end of chapter three. This story for some reason is so difficult for me to write. I have ideas and when I start going with them I end up not liking it and re-doing it all. I did that three times with this chapter alone. I'm still iffy on if I should continue with it or not so let me know please. If you have any ideas, please share!
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