A/N: Big shout of to all those who reviewed. This story is going to be a lot darker than I originally intended it to be. I've got a few ideas but sadly, and almost strangely, I don't know who the 'lifeless body' is. Odd, I know. Anyway, keep the reviews coming and enjoy

Warning: Discretion is advised. Contains graphic scenes and foul language.

The Whore's Trophy I

Brooke POV

School officially started a week ago. Back again are the days of random fucks, cheer practice, hand jobs under the teachers desks. It's time to start pretending to be Miss Perfect 4.0, class president and picturesque girl counterpart of the cliché high school captain of the basketball team and captain of the cheer sluts couple. But I grit and bear it and pray to God that our little game doesn't lose amusement too quickly.

I can't say that I'm not completely satisfied that Lucas has accomplished his part of the deal. I'm not even all that surprised. Peyton is about as weak as they come. She comes off as a bad ass emo kid but she loves to evoke pity whenever she gets a chance. Her mom died; blah blah. My parents were never around and I turned out just fine. A bit of a whore, but who needs Mommy anyway?

Well, besides Peyton.

The truth is, I want Lucas to win. Nathan's great, really. He and I have had a lot of, well orgasmic times together. So I'm going to do whatever I can to aide Lucas in Peyton's downfall. Not only does it help me get revenge on Peyton but I would never be able to control Nathan like I can control Lucas. He's a tough guy, a real dickhead most days, but he's like putty when it comes to me. He's so pussy whipped and he's never even had me…much.

And then there's Nathan. I've never seen him work so hard to get a girl. Even me; but then again, I am the whore that every one says I am. A part of me, call it woman's intuition if you will, knows that a part of Nathan is attracted to Mousy. I mean, she really could be attractive is she brushed her hair and got rid of those glasses; wore some fitted clothing. Nathan's attraction though is odd, very rare, and it will his downfall.

Jake. My personal conquest. The oh so edible charming guy next door. He may be a saint on the outside sure, but he doesn't fool me in the slightest. He's got reformed bad guy written all over him and if anything can knock that kind of boy on his ass; it's a whore. He is a guy and I guarantee you he's not getting any action from Mousy. This is where I come in. Not only will I have him eating out of the palm of my hands where his heart is concerned; he will be living in ecstasy in the comfort of my satin sheets.

Granted, I am hot. I've had teachers. My cheer squad's fathers. Ministers even. Those are almost too easy; downright boring really. Jake though, he's devoted it seems. I am fully aware of my abilities and I'm confident in them working to the utmost potential. But I don't need him to just fuck me. He needs to fall in love with me; have that natural macho instinct to protect the wounded.

X-x-X

"Brooke, are you okay?" Lucas is nearly in tears trying to look after me.

"Damn it Luke." I bite out, jerking out of his embrace. "I'm fine." I glance down at the body in front of us. "She's the one that's not fine. For fuck's sake, look at her. Why didn't you look after her?!"

"Both of you!" Nathan yells stepping in between us. "I told you to shut the fuck up. We don't need the others hearing us and coming out here to see what's going on."

"We need to fix this." I finally break out of my daze and look at Nathan. He looks just as scared as I feel but we can't be this way. Not now. I grab his chin and force him to look at me. "What are we going to do?"

"I don't know."

"Think baby." I say as he continues to look at the figure. "Damn it Nathan. Forget about her. Think about your basketball scholarship. You love that game."

"Don't you get it?!" he snaps "I just lost that game!" he gulps, shaking his head. "Because I lost this one."

X-x-X

Peyton may be the queen of 'woo is me' but I unquestionably reign as drama queen.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry." I sob even louder when I 'accidentally' run into Jake after practice.

"Yeah its okay." He holds onto either of my arms looking at me intently as I hang my head in shame. "Hey, speaking of, are you alright?" he asks taking note of my tear stained face courtesy Visine when I look up to meet his gaze.

"Oh yeah, I'm fine." I say swiping at my eyes. He looks at me for a few moments and I can tell he thinks I'm anything but fine. "You treat Haley really well right?"

"Huh?" he asks, stunned for a moment. I can't tell if he's just confused because I asked him that question or because I know he dates Mousy. "Oh yeah, of course. I love her to pieces. I wouldn't do anything to hurt her." he replies and I fight the urge to roll my eyes.

"Well you're one of the few." I sigh, sliding down the locker to the floor. He hesitates for a second before sitting down beside me. "I know I put out this persona of being a bitch and slutty and yeah, okay so maybe I am. But I just wanna be loved and love someone back."

"Nathan doesn't treat you well?" he asks looking around as if Nathan himself is going to pop out any minute.

"Of course he treats me well." I reply a little too fast. "Okay, yeah he has a temper and it doesn't feel all that great if you know what I mean."

"He hits you?" Jake concludes. I bit my lip and nod, allowing a few fresh tears to fall down for good measure.

I am so good.

"I mean it's not that much. Hardly ever usually. Maybe only once really. And besides, I totally deserve it." I ramble on and on about the load of shit I'm feeding him.

"No, you don't deserve that." he tells me softly, caressing my cheek.

It's so endearing. It makes me want to vomit. Girls who fall for this bullshit deserve it when they get their heartbroken. All guys are the same. They're dickheads. They do the sweet things and the kind words and the whole wooing thing until they get into those designer jeans. From there, it all goes to shit. But for the sake of the game, lets pretend I'm one of those doe eyed, hopeful dimwits.

"Maybe I do." I whisper, hesitantly looking up at him.Quickly I lean in placing a sweet kiss on his lips and pull back almost at soon as it happens. He studies me for a few minutes before rushing in and deepening the kiss.

Mmm…not bad.

"Jake, oh God. Nathan. He'll kill me. What am I doing? What are you doing? You can't hurt Haley like that!" I rant standing up quickly. Jake gets up almost as fast and looks around before pulling me into the nearby empty classroom.

Cheesy much?

"We can't do this Jake. Nathan will never let me leave him." I plead before getting cut off with a searing kiss as he pushes me up against the wall. We kiss for a few minutes before he pulls back and stumbles against the desk.

"You're right; we can't do this." he says rubbing his now swollen lips. "It's wrong."

No shit.

"Because you love Haley." I clarify, showing my 'disappointment.' "You're gonna be with her forever right?"

"No, well yeah, partly. I don't really know if I see marriage, the 2.5 kids and a picket fence if that's what you mean. I'm only eighteen. I have my whole life ahead of me. We're not some epic romance. I care about her a great deal yeah but I dunno. It could be that one day and I don't want to lose her if…"

"If we do this and we don't work out?" I finish. I sigh, feigning nervousness. "What I mean is, if you think this is a mistake…"

"No, no." he dismisses quickly, taking a step towards me. He places either hand on my hips nervously before looking up at me. "Well, it is wrong. But no kissing you is definitely not a mistake. It only makes me want to do it more. And other things…"

"Are you trying to seduce me?" I giggle, quirking up an eyebrow.

"Well yeah." He chuckles nervously, playing with the hem of my shirt. "But this; would it be about a relationship or would it be about sex? I like you Brooke. I have since I arrived here. And now you're here, in front of me and I'm not sure what to do."

Perfect.

"Would it be corny for me to say I've liked you to?" I ask giving him a small smile which he returns. "What if we just talk? Hang out some. It can be a secret if you want. Haley wouldn't have to know and neither would Nate. We wouldn't necessary have to do anything wrong if we didn't want to." I suggest.

"Look, before I met Haley, I was kinda rough around the edges." Jake tells me and I literally laugh out loud. "No I mean it. I ran around partying, sleeping around. She house sat for our neighbor's home one summer and she changed me a great deal. But she's really innocent and while I love that about her…"

"You still miss some of your old ways." I conclude and he nods.

I certainly can help you in that department.

"I'm afraid I'll give into the temptation and she doesn't deserve that."

"Temptation? It's all it's cracked up to be and more." I respond pulling him closer to me and crashing my lips down on his. He doesn't resist in the slightest and I'm even a little bit shocked when he lifts up my legs and pushes me up against the wall.

"You are so fucking hot." He grunts into my neck, pulling my hair for better access as he bites and nibbles his way down to my breasts. His hand slips up my cheer skirt and past my non existent cheer bloomers.

"Jake. Jake." I command, pulling his head away by his hair. "Are you sure?" I pant, trying to contain myself as he works magic with his fingers.

"Unbuckle my pants." He responds and I'm more than happy to comply.

Like I said, it's only takes a whore to undo a reformed bad ass. He's quite good actually, thrusting inside of me deep and hard, clamping a hand over my mouth when I feel the urge to scream out in pleasure. I've never faked before; if you suck, you just suck. I'll stroke your dick but I'm not about to stroke your ego and pretend that you're not. It's just not my style.

"Pill?" he gasps, very near on the edge of coming. I can barely finish nodding before I'm being shoved further up against the wall, his hand on my neck, being fucked some of the hardest I've been fucked in a while.

"Oh my God."

X-x-X

Wow.

Simply put: fucking amazing.

I didn't stick Jake to be almost brutal. His intensity is something I've never seen before. I can't complain though; my orgasms haven't been in that many waves in months. Nathan just doesn't take the time or the effort anymore. Maybe he's bored with me; I'm not sure. I'm positive that after a few weeks of not getting any action, he'll be more than happy to comply with my desires.

Jake gently eases me back down, smoothing out my skirt. I give him a small smile as I stop him from pulling up his pants and he allows my nimble hands to do the work for him. I stop before completely zipping him up, kissing him, and letting my hands slip into his boxers. We spin around and it's now my turn to push him up touching the wall. I get him good and riled up before I step back, grinning sheepishly.

"One time is mistake enough, I think." I explain at his confused expression. He doesn't respond just zips up his jeans and takes a step away, leaning up against the wall. "Was- I mean was I okay? I mean I'm no virgin but I've never had a guy be so quiet afterwards…"

"You were fucking amazing." He mimics my sentiments, leaning up and giving me a small kiss.

"Mmm." I purr, pushing on his chest slightly. "Such sweet kiss from such a dirty mouth."

"What the hell have I done?" he groans sliding his body on the wall, taking a seat on the floor. I give him a perplexed look, opting to take a seat on top of the desk giving him a good view.

"We got caught up in the moment." I shrug slightly, but making sure just enough sympathy is in my voice and in my eyes. "It doesn't have to happen again. If you don't want to."

"That's the problem." He groans.

"What?"

"I'll probably want it to happen again. I don't think I'd be able to stop myself."

"Well that's kind of obvious don't you think?" I playfully retort, blushing slightly.

"I can't stop thinking of Haley though. It's just not right to her. Besides, if she were doing the same thing I'd probably go crazy. I'm not a big fan of sharing."

"But she wouldn't do the same thing. She wouldn't even think about it. Look, we can talk, hang out, see where it leads us and if something happens, again, it happens. It remains between us. What someone doesn't know won't hurt them."

Deceit. It's an ugly horrible thing. The secrets we were holding and the lies we were telling did hurt someone. It hurt us all in the grand scheme of things. I was mistaken. It's not what someone doesn't know that hurts them. It's what someone else who holds that information can do. They can hurt you with what they do with it.

I didn't know.

We just didn't know any better.

It was suppose to be a game.