"Jeez, sorry!" a voice murmured, while closing the door.
"Lucas Scott, goddamnit!!" shouted Nathan, throwing the door open and pulling him by his blue collar back into the room. "What the hell are you doing sneaking around my house!"
"I.. was… was… just" Lucas stuttered
"You were just… just getting the hell away from me. Damnit man when are you going to learn to mind your own business?" Nathan retorted snottily. " And don't ever breathe a word of this to anyone street rat!"
"Trust me Nate, your name doesn't happen to come up in any of my casual conversations. But don't you think you owe Brooke a little more respect?" Lucas asked, concern flooding his eyes.
"What the hell do you care?" Peyton asked, jumping both boys. They seemed to have forgotten she was there. "Its not like you know her!"
Memories flooded into Lucas's mind. A walk down a long corridor with a petite brunette crying on his shoulder, about a mom who wasn't there to braid her hair for her first cheering competition. The same brunette girl passed out drunk at a bar, then in the backseat of his car, and finally a blonde male laying her gently to bed. A pair of hazel eyes, reassuring him that everything would be okay, after he had gotten into a fight with Nathan.
"Are you gunna answer me man?" Peyton's shrill voice shook Lucas from his past.
He put up his hands. "I saw nothing man." Lucas hesitated, then backed out of the room.
"Nathan, maybe we should.." Peyton started
"Shut-up Peyton…. Just shut the hell up for once." Nathan shouted.
"Hey guys! Whats going on in here?" Brooke voice trailed off as she walked into the room looking into her boyfriends blue eyes. "Are you guys fighting again? Cuz its getting really old…" Brooke finished as she swayed a bit on the spot.
"Whoa baby, you okay? How much have you had to drink tonight?" Nathan asked hesitantly.
"Apparently not enough" She shouted "Cuz I can still feel you nagging voice grating in my mind!"
She turned on her heel and stormed out of the room. Nathan felt the anger swell up in his chest as he turned to Peyton.
"Ready for round two?"
Brooke stumbled out of the room slamming the door in frustration. She wobbled a bit as she turned on the spot, heading for the table full of beer bottles.
"Oof! Watch where you're going loser!" Brooke snapped as a pair of strong arms caught her before she fell over. She looked up into a familiar face. "Lucas Scott!" she shouted geelfully wrapping her arms around his muscular torso.
"Whoa there Brooke, watch the hands, you're boyfriend is here remember?" Lucas replied staring at her magnificent face. He could see her perfect dimples as she smiled up at him, the way her hazel eyes contrasted her dark brown hair perfectly, as if they were made to go together. Her amazingly toned body, and slim waist and perfect bust.
"He's not being very nice tonight!" she exclaimed.
"C'mon Brooke, you're nicer than this" he replied removing her hands from his lower back.
Then she pulled him close whispering in his ear. "I can show you how nice I really am Lucas Scott"
Lucas could feel himself blushing as he looked down at her. He grabbed her hand and led her over to the couch. She collapsed onto it, lying down immediately He grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and handed it to her. She graciously accepted and patted the seat next to her fallen head. He shook his head and chuckled.
"Good luck Pretty girl." he bent down and kissed her head, then walked out the front door, leaving Brooke alone and confused.
