Thanks to Troypay 4 Life, TeamxxBrucasxx, Brucas10 for the review & yes this is definitely a Brucas love story, I could never write a Leyton. & as much as I'd like to keep with the One Tree Hill storyline I will add a few tweaks to it. Nothing drastic but just something gentle as pushing off Brooke's birthday to more than Rachel remembering it but this is my twist to how I wanted the season to play out so no problems though right? Cool & onto the story.
Four.
She woke up to a light push of the back of her head, groaning under her comforter Brooke turned to her over slightly slowly parting her eyelids to glance at the scenery.
"Happy Birthday slut," She heard Rachel's say softly before seeing the small cupcake with a candle on top with the number 18. A big smile formed on her lips, her infamous dimples showing proudly as she grabbed the cupcake from her new roommate's hand.
"Thank you bitch." Brooke quickly went for the blue colored frosting on top of the cupcake swiping some off with her forefinger and sucking it away.
"I always know you liked to suck." She ignored the comment, allowing her forefinger to linger in her mouth as she thought about the day. She was 18 years old, for other teenagers it would have been the marking of freedom but for her it was just another birthday. She'd been free from her parent's shackles since she was 12 and given in the care of one random nanny to the next. Brooke sighed wondering if her parents even remembered it was her birthday, they probably didn't--shrugging her shoulders she told herself not to dwell on it; it was nothing new.
The manner in which she spent her birthday would be new though, she had a birthday tradition with her former best friend. They'd head out to the mall and Peyton would steal her a gift, wrong but fun. With the rift now formed between them she had no real plans for her birthday and although she'd never say it out loud to anyone; it hurt. "Now that you have a gift get your fat ass up, your birthday ain't a national holiday."
"Oh what," Brooke started with a fake gasp. "Rachel is actually supporting school."
"Just get your ass up." Lightly slapping Brooke's thigh Rachel slowly walked away from Brooke's side but not before slipping her forefinger through the icing of Brooke's cupcake which pulled a real gasp from Brooke's lips.
"Whore!" A smile made its way to Rachel's lips as she headed into a secondary bathroom leaving the one in that bedroom to Brooke. At least she'd have a happy morning if nothing more. The redhead thought as she placed her iced finger in her mouth, sucking away.
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It felt weird to her, walking the halls of Tree Hill High that day. Not because she just turned 18 but because she turned 18 and had only received a 'happy birthday' from one person and the person was once an enemy. Actually, it wasn't weird but more so a slap in the face. Brooke didn't know what she expected, technically since she'd cut ties from Peyton she didn't expect a gift but then again she expected one. Technically it was all Peyton's fault, she had been the one who went after her boyfriend, she had been the one who kissed him, and she had been the one who fucked over their relationship not once but twice. If the blonde really wanted to make amends the least she could do was give her a Happy Birthday card, or better yet an I'm sorry I'm such a slut card. Lucas, well he was another story, one that would take years to break down. Once more though, Brooke shrugged away her feelings as she opened up her locker, she was good at discarding emotions.
"Hey Tigger, happy 18th," She heard from behind her and felt an incoming hug from behind. Brooke turned her head to see Haley and gave her a full hug.
"Thanks tutor wife." Her dimpled smile shined as she pulled away and returned to grabbing the necessary books from her locker.
"What, no decorations from boys drooling over you. Isn't this the day they fight for your love?"
"Ha!" Brooke chuckled, shutting her locker with her English textbook and binder in hand. "Sadly you and the redheaded slut are the only ones who've wished me a happy birthday so far." Brooke shrugged the situation off as nothing but Haley could see the hurt behind the brunette's eyes and felt for her.
"Maybe there's a surprise you don't know about, from someone trying to win you over." Haley fed some hope into her, also hoping herself that Lucas had a plan in the works. If he wanted to get Brooke back this could be a really good start for him.
"I think the special someone's too busy following an extra special whore around." Brooke nodded towards Lucas and Peyton who were laughing as they walked down the hall together, his arm around her shoulder. She made sure to keep eye contact away from the pair and turned before Haley could respond to her comment making a bee-line for the bathroom before class to gather herself together. The last thing she wanted to do was seem affected by the pair although inside it stung seeing them together.
The clock spun and the school day soon ended with Happy Birthdays from select fews and random people but not from the two Brooke secretly hoped would wish her a Happy Birthday. On the surface she looked happy; like the wishes from people for her actually came true but internally she was torn. She almost wanted to walk up to her blonde haired best friend and slap her repeatedly for not giving her something as simple as a card but she refrained. She was Brooke Penelope Davis and she would always keep her cool.
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Brooke groaned as she sat on the benches waiting for Rachel to gather herself from the locker room after cheer practice and couldn't help but drift her eyes to the boys' basketball team still going through theirs. She couldn't help but sneak glances at the blonde haired cutie that used to be hers as he ran across the court following the basketball; she could see sweat dripping off his forehead. She watched as he pulled his jersey upward and used it to wipe the sweat, giving her a distanced view at his very well defined abs.
"If you stare any harder, you'll burn a hole through him Brooke." Brooke jumped lightly at the unexpected voice biting down on her bottom lip to keep herself from screaming. She placed her hands over her chest and breathed deeply to calm herself down.
"I don't know what you're talking about Nathan," She replied once calm, she was unsure of where the attitude came from but she couldn't let him think she was checking out Lucas...even if she was.
"Sure you don't." She saw a knowing smirk lying on his lips and frowned as he leaned back against the bleachers, sitting one step below her. "Happy Birthday." Her frown quickly became a dimpled smile in less than a millisecond as she saw a bouquet of roses coming from his side. To say they were a surprise would have been an understatement; Brooke and Nathan have never been too close. They have more so been associates than anything.
"Awww, thanks tutor-hubby," Brooke cooed and ruffled her fingers through Nathan's hair. His eyebrows furrowed but he simply shook his head letting it go. "You know I played the same game with Haley, and it wasn't fun Brooke." He never made eye contact with her, figuring it was easier to touch on the subject that way.
"Nathan what are you..."
"You're pushing him away because you're scared of getting hurt. You feel like you don't deserve him, you know he can do better elsewhere. You two don't have the same tastes, you not into the same things but he still with you, even when you don't understand. You're from completely different backgrounds; you think someone else would be better for him." He stopped, finally raising his head to make eye contact. "I've been there Brooke and I made it. If nothing else talk to the guy...he loves you." With that Nathan stood and turned, jogging back to the court leaving Brooke with her thoughts. She sighed deeply, her line of sight drifting off to Lucas once more but this time the two hues connected.
"Come on bitch; let's celebrate your birthday with my little friend Vodka." Brooke broke the connection from Lucas and made her way down the bleachers to Rachel with her roses in hand and walked out of the gymnasium with Nathan's words in mind.