"Stupid bastard!" Brooke mumbled for the hundredth time that afternoon.
Rachel rolled her eyes dramatically, "Seriously Brooke, you have to get over him, you're going to drive me crazy. Stop hurting over him, and stop being angry with him!" she commanded exasperated, "Just forget him, I mean it's not that hard anymore, now that you have the super cute new-guy with you. I mean seriously, why do you always get them first?!"
Brooke rolled her eyes, lying back on her bed with a sigh.
"But honestly Brooke, that new guy is mad hot and news in the bathroom is that he's quite a popular topic with the ladies." Rachel informed slyly.
"Why do we have to talk about him right now?"
"Brooke! Do not tell me that you're really not interested, mad adorable face with the body of a friggin god!"
Brooke sat up, "He's pretty cute isn't he, and his body is definitely hot, then why the hell does that stupid Lucas still get to me. I've moved on!"
"Dude, problem is that you haven't moved on," Rachel stated, rummaging through a stack of eye makeup.
Brooke sighed, "Well, I certainly am starting to. Like did I tell you about what happened after school?"
"Only about a gazillion times," Rachel stated simply.
Brooke stuck out her tongue, "Well, I can't believe he would do that. Like there he was …"
"…Pretending to still care for you and all, and then making out with your ex best friend an hour later," Rachel finished dryly, "I know Brooke, give it up, he's a bastard, forget him. The Brooke Davis that I use to know didn't dwell on past guys; she was too busy making out with the new ones. Seriously, when did you become such a sob story?" Rachel asked with a raised brow.
Brooke gasped, "I have not!"
Rachel nodded her head, "Yeah, you have!"
Brooke shook her head desperately, "I haven't changed!"
Rachel put aside the makeup in her hand, leaning forward, "Lucas got to you. He dated you, and then went for your best friend. You got burnt nicely, and still haven't recovered. Imagine the satisfaction he feels knowing that he changed you. From all the guys you've dated, this one left his mark, you weren't able to get over him and become the old Brooke that was liked by all, and not such a bore to be around," Rachel felt a surge of energy wash thorough her, she could tell by the expression on Brooke's face that she was getting to her. This was the only way to snap her back.
Brooke stood up in disgust, "No, you're wrong Rachel. I have not changed. I'll have you know, me and Max have been spending a lot of time together," Brooke stated defiantly.
"Have you slept with him yet?" Rachel challenged.
Brooke tried to hold Rachel's gaze, but eventually heaved out a huge breath of defeat, sitting back down.
"But its okay, Rachel's here. I heard about a jam going down at Jason's, you down?"
"The basketball player?" Brooke whispered, looking hesitant before Rachel cut in.
"Lucas and Peyton are sure to be there. You take Max, and you can show Lucas that he wasn't able to change you, and you're back to the Brooke Davis everyone knew a few months ago!" Rachel insisted, rummaging through their clothes.
Brooke nodded enthusiastically, "Yeah that would be perfect!" Brooke exclaimed, "And I can wear the black silk top that Lucas drooled over!" She stated excitedly, her eyes shining with an evil gleam.
"Now you're talking!"
An hour later, Brooke and Rachel were walking up Nathan's porch steps.
"Where's Max?"
Brooke looked down at her watch, "He said he'd be coming down soon,"
Rachel nodded, sighting a guy from the basketball team, "Well, I'm going to get me some of that, while you hang here, alright?"
Before Brooke could reply, Rachel was already making her way through the jam packed living room. Brooke rolled her eyes, and made her way toward Haley and Nathan.
Haley smiled, bringing Brooke into a comforting hug, "Oh my god. I thought you wouldn't come! I can't believe I made Nathan bring me along here. The loud music is killing my ears, and seeing drunken people make me wanna puke!" Haley whined, "I'm going to make him take me home now! Unless, I mean Lucas is going to be here, and I know that might be weird-…"
"Haley! I'm totally over that! So wipe that sympathy off your face, and go home and rest. I've moved on and I'm ready for some new action," she whispered winking.
Haley looked a little surprised, but laughed. "Well, I see your new boy toy over there," Haley said, motioning behind her.
Brooke turned around to see Max entering the house. She couldn't help but feel a smile creep onto her face. But it quickly disappeared when she head familiar voices to her left. Brooke turned to see Peyton sitting on Lucas's laps, giggling at something someone in front of them were saying.
Brooke took a deep breath. They didn't matter anymore. They couldn't bring her down anymore, she didn't care for them.
Her smile was back on her face, when she saw Max's face light up upon finding her. Max made his way toward her, ignoring the seductive smiles he received from the other females.
Brooke smiled smugly, wrapping her arms around Max's neck when he reached her. She glanced at the disappointed faces with a smirk that read, he's mine!
"Davis, you look fine!" he whispered huskily into her left ear, sending a shiver down her spine.
Brooke smiled, "Not so bad yourself mister," she mumbled, placing a flirty kiss on his lips. But of course, she pulled away before he could really get into it, knowing that would leave him pleading for more.
She could see it in his eyes. He wanted her, and she wanted that. She turned, leading him toward the love seat.
She could feel Lucas's eyes on her. She glanced at him, and regretted it immediately when their eyes locked.
Lucas's eyes expressed hurt, causing Brooke to smile broader.
He was hurt? After all the shit he put her through, he had the nerve to look hurt when she moved on?
Brooke felt anger toward Lucas build up inside her again. But she forced that away, it wasn't about Lucas anymore, she was going back to the old her, the one that didn't have these emotional attachments to any guy.
She looked at Peyton, who held confusion on her face.
Brooke gave her the most disgusted face she could muster, stupid bitch, acting like she's all innocent.
She would give them all a show. She turned to Max, pushing him down on the couch. She climbed on, straddling him.
She grabbed a cup of liquor from one of the side tables, gulping it down in a matter of seconds. She could feel people stop to turn towards them. She gave them a glare, causing them to go back to their dancing.
Brooke brought her lips to Max's noisily. She let Max deepen the kiss, as her hands played with his hair. She moaned loudly into his mouth, and pulled away. She smiled at him starting to climb off. Max's hands gripped her waist firmly, keeping her in place. "You're so hot, Davis," he whispered, trying to pull her into another kiss.
But Brooke pulled away, "The party just started, let's dance," she mumbled, pulling him up after her, "Let me get us some more drinks,"
Brooke strutted toward the other room, where most of the drinks were. When she reached the table she poured two shots of vodka for her and Max.
Brooke looked around at the drunken people around her, and shrugged, this is me. Brooke downed a few shots with them.
She looked up at Rachel, who was leaning drunkenly over an equally drunk guy. When she caught her eye, Brooke smiled, raising her shots in the air.
Rachel winked, before turning back to the guy.
Brooke shook her head laughing. She turned around to go back when she felt herself bump into a hard chest. Brooke yelled out, which was pointless over the loud music, and was about to fall back when a hand reached out and stabled her.
Brooke looked up. Lucas looked down worriedly at her.
"Whaddya want?" Brooke asked annoyed, feeling a little queasy.
"I think you've had more then enough, stop acting like this. Just go home," Lucas reasoned, trying to take the drinks away from her.
Brooke pulled away from him, "How much I drink or how I act like, does not affect you, Mr. Scott,"
Lucas rolled his eyes, "Your drunk, go home,"
"You're a bastard, kill yourself," Brooke threw back, brushing past him.
Lucas turned around and grabbed her arm roughly, causing her to lose her grip on the drinks and send them crashing to the ground.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Brooke asked angrily.
Lucas glared back at her, "I know what you're going to do. You're going to go back out there and make a scene. I saw what you were doing before, and honestly Brooke, stop before it goes too far."
Brooke stumbled a little, using the table to balance herself, "None of this concerns you,"
"People are going to talk about you Brooke and I don't want you to be talked about negatively," Lucas explained calmly.
"You don't matter to me anymore Lucas, so stop trying to push your way into my life. I'm Brooke Davis, and I don't need you to tell me what I should or shouldn't do. Leave me alone, and go back to Peyton," Brooke stated, grabbing two more shots, and pushing past him.
Lucas sighed, following her.
Lucas watched as Brooke drunkenly pushed past the dancing couples and made her way back to Max. She passed him his drink, and pulled him up to dance.
Lucas couldn't help but glare as he watched the couple dance closely, too close. Lucas knew that Brooke wasn't in her senses, and Max would take advantage of that.
Just as he thought, he saw Max start to nibble on her neck as his hands slowly started to drop dangerously low on the small of her back.
Peyton watched Lucas worriedly. She could see his anger slowly start to rise as he watched Brooke grinding against Max on the dance floor. But it shouldn't anger Lucas this much. When she caught his eye, Peyton shook her head violently, don't do anything!
She glanced at Brooke, who looked pretty out of it. Max's hands were so low on her back now that Peyton gulped, watching Lucas from the side of her eye. But when Max pulled Brooke tightly against him and covered her mouth with his hungrily, Peyton knew she wouldn't be able to stop Lucas.
Peyton cringed when she saw Lucas push his way over to them.
Lucas didn't know what he was going to do, but he wouldn't let Max touch her like that. Lucas clenched his jaw, his fist aching to connect with Max's face. He pushed his way toward them, ignoring the look of horror on Peyton's face.
He was so angry that he could hardily see clearly as he pushed Max off of Brooke.
"What the hell are you doing, man?" Max asked irritably, steadying himself.
"What the hell am I doing, what the hell are you doing? Brooke is fucking drunk; who the hell do you think you are, taking advantage of her?" Lucas questioned angrily.
Max laughed, "Taking advantage of her? Brooke is the one who wanted to dance, and by the way, who the hell are you to bud into our business? Brooke's my girlfriend; we can do whatever we want. You're not her boyfriend anymore; get that through your head. What did you think, that when you started dating her best friend, that she would still wait and pine over you?"
"Fuck you Max; you don't know shit about what you're saying." Lucas muttered through gritted teeth.
Brooke felt her head go heavy, and stumbled back to the couch. All she could hear was yelling, and it hurt her head like hell.
Max shoved Lucas back, "Don't you see what your doing? She doesn't want you around, get that through your thick head, and stop acting like you own her-…"
Before Max could finish, he felt a fist connect with his jaw and he was on the ground. He looked up to see a fuming Lucas standing over him.
"You fucking bastard," Max yelled, standing up to tackle Lucas.
Peyton screamed, rushing toward the pair throwing punches at each other on the ground.
"Stop it!" Peyton ordered panicking, "Oh my god, Lucas!"
Peyton tried prying Lucas away from him, but he was too strong, and pulled away from her.
She looked around at the room full of drunken people. She spotted Nathan entering the house, and rushed over to him.
"Nathan! Oh my god, help me separate these two,"
"What the hell is going on?" Nathan asked confused as she pulled him toward Lucas and Max, who were both bruised up pretty bad now.
"Shit! Help me pull them apart!" Nathan ordered hurriedly, to some of the more sober people in the room.
Nathan and few other guys pulled them away rougly.
"What the hell do you guys think you're doing?" Nathan yelled, as he gripped the arm of a struggling Lucas.
"Get off me Nathan, this bastard thinks he can take advantage of Brooke,"
"Fuck you Lucas, you're just fucking obsessed with her, she's my girlfriend and you don't own her you fucking loser," Max yelled.
Nathan winced at the loud cursing, and scanned the room to find the reason behind it all. He gasped when he saw Brooke lying on the couch … passed out.
A/n R&R
Like i said last time, something big is on the way !