Here's chapter three. Hope you guys enjoy. thanks to all who have been reviewing. :)

PUT THE BLAME ON ME

Uuhhhgggg...Brooke awoke groaning, bringing her small hand to her head, messaging her temples, hoping to alleviate the pounding head ache. Bright, harsh sunlight spilled into her room, making it hard for her to completely open her eyes. judging from the obvious hangover she was suffering from, she was sure she at least got the first part of her plan right, but she was still sexually frustrated. Lucas...she thought, what right did he have to go all protective, shot gun wielding pa on her. I mean here she was with nothing to show from the night before, except a dry mouth, and the feeling that she had a tiny bruce lee in her head. That asshole probably went home to Peyton, and they...okay stop ewwww...and now she was nauseous. Yeah thank you Lucas.

And then there's Owen appearing out of no where like freakin Haley's comet...although the more she thought about it he did have uses. She could have some one to hang out with , among other things, she just wouldn't let him in her heart this time. She couldn't really trust him, and he was the one to blame for that. So it was decided , he would get another chance without really getting one. Selfish, maybe, wrong, sure, a whole hell of a lot of fun , definitely.With a new plan for getting back to the old Brooke Davis, she felt a sudden lightheartedness. Okay, so aspirin, shower, killer outfit, and coffee...

Lucas awoke, clutching the edge of his bed, with a feeling that someone put sticks in his bed. Stretching, he set about untangling him self out from under Peyton's long, thin arms. maybe he should take her out to eat more. Damn she had a death grip on him. He thought back to the night he went to her studio to apologize to her, had told her the first time he seen her , she was all skinny arms and legs, and tangled mess of hair. Well... it seemed poetic at the time, but that was before he had to wake up to it every mourning, with her wrapped around him like an female spider that eats their mate when there done. At least she wasn't watching him sleep , he had woken up a few times to her staring at him, with a creepy smile on her face.

What was wrong with him, he loved Peyton, he should not be sitting here thinking of analogies about her smothering him. He was just in a bad mood and taking it out on his fiance... whoa... shiver. Okay Lucas stop it. What the hell was going on with him this morning. Brooke...she was the reason for his foul mood. First he saves her from Owen, then she proceeds to spend the rest the night, ignoring her friends, getting plastered , and damn near sitting in some jerks lap. A jerk she didn't even know, by the way. She was drunk off her ass, and should have been thankful he stopped her from fucking some asshole... Its okay broody...he's gonna give his opinion on my tattoo...he mimicked, frowning. NOW he was pissed again. Brooke was to blame, his bad mood was all her fault. He jumped out of bed and headed towards the bathroom. After he brushed his teeth, and washed his face, he threw on a pair of sweats. He scribbled a few words on piece paper, telling Peyton he was going for run. With one last glance towards the bed, he grabbed his ipod and was out the door. He set out with one destination in mind. Running was always a way to clear his head, and he would feel even better once he gave Brooke Davis a peace of his mind.

"Open the door Brooke" Lucas yelled banging on the door. He had been knocking for about two minutes, and he was getting impatient. Just as he raised his hand to bang on it again, the door was jerked open. His breath caught, there standing in nothing but a towel, stood a very wet and scowling Brooke Davis.

"Close your mouth Lucas" she smirked, while he just stood there his mouth hanging open. Now angry that he was caught staring at her, he shook his head and was back to the squinty broody boy she new so well. Instead f saying anything he just walked past her into the house.

"good mourning to you too, why don,t you come on in" Brooke quipped sarcastically, closing the door in the process.
It wasn't closed a good second before someone was knocking on it again. she rolled her eyes, wrenching the door back open. And of course it was only right that Owen be standing there, his glance traveling up and down Brooke's body like a kid in a candy store. Lucas looked from him to Brooke sure that she would slam the door any second now, and he all but growled out loud, she was standing there smiling at Owen. And not one of her fake half smile either. This was a, you like what you see, you wanna see more, eye brow arched, I'm thinking dirty things smile. Stepping in between them breaking up the whole eye sex thing they had going on, he looks down at her " Now would be great time for you to go put on some cloths."

There you have it... The next chapter should be a lot longer. If you have something you want to happen just let me know and I will see if I can put it in there. LOVE TO ALL;)