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The weekend passed altogether too slowly for Brooke Davis. She wanted it to be five to five on Sunday night so she could walk over to Lucas' house. Peyton had heard the whole story as soon as Brooke had arrived home on Friday night and had rung her. Peyton, her long-suffering friend, had listened to an hour of Brooke babbling on about Lucas before saying good night to her.

Finally, thought Brooke as she glanced at her watch for what seemed like the umpteenth time; Time to leave! She bid her mother a hasty goodbye (her father was at the office) a closed the front door. Now that she was actually walking to Lucas' house she felt a bit nervous, she was actually going to Lucas Scott's house! Granted, it was to study… But still! Over her right arm she had slung a bag, filled with her books and pencil case. Brooke rounded the corner of her street, walked down the twenty-metre section of Lincoln Road, and then turned into the avenue that Lucas lived on. He had given her his address as had had dropped her off on Friday night; 25 Willow Avenue.

When Brooke reached the house in question, she hesitated for a minute. It was an impressively large house with extensive gardens and a visible basketball court. Brooke smiled at that; those twins sure seemed to have everything! She ambled up the wide driveway that was flanked with hedges and finally reached the front door. It was made of solid oak and was darkly varnished. Taking a deep breath, Brooke rang the doorbell.

After a pause, Brooke heard footsteps coming closer to the door and it was pulled open to reveal Lucas' younger brother.

Nathan grinned at Brooke, "Here to see my Bro?"

"Well yes," answered Brooke. Then she realised what that must sound like, "No, I mean, I am, but for tutoring, you see, it's because I've got a test on Monday!"

"For tutoring!" Repeated Nathan, looking sceptical. "Do you know how many similar excuses have come from countless numbers of other girls who have showed up at this door for Lucas?"

"No," Asserted Brooke, "It's true, I mean you can ask him!"

"Mhmm!" Replied Nathan, still blocking the door.

Brooke was getting desperate; she didn't want Lucas to think she was late! Suddenly the boy in question appeared beside his brother. Lucas glared at Nathan, "what have you been saying to Brooke?"

"Oh nothing, Bro! I was just welcoming her to our humble abode!" With that Nathan moved aside from the doorjamb and swept out his arm to motion for Brooke to enter, a smirk adorning his mouth. Brooke looked up at Lucas and smiled nervously.

He grinned back, "Sorry about him, I really hope he didn't umm… I don't know, scare you?"

"No, he didn't!" replied Brooke, not very convincingly.

Lucas chuckled, took Brooke's bag and led her down the hallway. Brooke followed Lucas into what seemed to be the kitchen/dining room area. A dark haired woman was in the kitchen.

"Hey Mom," called Lucas, "this is Brooke who I'm tutoring. Brooke this is my Mom."

"Hi Sweetie," called Lucas' Mom, and she came held out her hand to Brooke, "please call me Karen!"

Brooke shook her hand a smiled at her before glancing around the rest of the room. On the left was an interconnecting room where Brooke could make out Nathan, intently focused on a basketball game that was no doubt showing on ESPN.

"Come on," motioned Lucas, and Brooke followed him out into the hallway and up a flight of stairs. "We'll go to my room to study, it'll be nice a quiet their without Nathan and the television blaring or my Mom interrupting us."

Brooke assented trying not to sound to eager to see Lucas' room. When they reached the top of the stairs Lucas opened the first door on the left. Following him into his room Brooke inspected her surroundings. His room was rather large and boyish. The walls were painted a medium bluey-grey colour and the few posters he had on his walls, Brooke was pleased to see, were of bands such as, "The Constantines" and "Travis." Opposite a sizable double bed sat a flat screen TV. Next to the right hand side wall, was a desk where a sleek looking laptop sat. Behind the desk were two chairs, one of which Lucas must have brought for Brooke to sit on.

As they sat down, Lucas placed Brooke's bag onto his desk. She then fished around inside for necessary books.

"Okay, so I know that pop quizzes are really boring, but you really seem to be improving, so how about we have another one? On the parts of the battle that will be in the test on Monday?"

"Sure," replied Brooke, and boldly, "I especially like the last question of each test!"

Lucas looked up and grinned at her, "I like those ones too!"

The quiz progressed it a regular fashion. Seeing as she had actually studied during the weekend Brooke was confident of all her answers and she waited impatiently for question 20.

Finally Lucas reached it, smirking, "Number 20, name your top ten books, and I reiterate my point from the last 'Number 20' please make sure that some of these aren't garbage!"

Brooke pinched Lucas on the upper arm and he yelped. "For your information, just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I don't read decent books! I mean, come on! Their a brainy girls as well as guys!"

"I know," defended Lucas, "But you just don't seem like a... I mean…" Lucas trailed off.

Brooke was the one to smirk now. She'd never seen Lucas in an awkward situation before and she liked feeling powerful. "Yes Lucas, you were saying?"

"Well you know!" Exclaimed Lucas, "You're pretty and a cheerleader and I just assumed that you weren't very studious, not that you're dumb or anything, because you really aren't, you know, just that you didn't care very much about school or something."

Brooke was left momentarily speechless. He had called her pretty! She couldn't believe it. Lucas himself was looking down at Brooke. Her face was only about half a metre away from his, but he had a strong and puzzling urge to kiss her. Her chocolate toned hair hung perfectly around her face and her eyes were accented with just a hint of mascara, enlarging them. He scolded himself internally, what was he thinking? He had to tutor her, and why would he even consider Brooke Davis? I mean, he thought, she was obviously extraordinarily pretty, any warm-blooded male would tell you that, and she seemed to have the same taste in music and even liked a few of the same movies as him, but why would she ever like him? He was more than three years older than her for god's sake!"

Seeing her shocked expression, Lucas feared that he had offended her and he laid a hand on her arm. "Brooke, I mean it when I said that I don't think that you're dumb! Really you've learnt about the Battle of Waterloo amazingly fast and I'm sure you'll ace the retest on Monday."

Brooke shook herself out of her reverie and looked up at Lucas to see him looking worriedly at her. She laid his fears to rest with one gorgeous smile. Wait a second, thought an even more confused Lucas, when had he started thinking of Brooke's smiles as gorgeous?

Brooke broke the silence, "well I'd better get on with finishing question 20 then!"

Lucas was glad he wouldn't have to speak for the next few minutes as Brooke compiled her list of top ten books. He felt that he might say something he would regret later and found himself what it would be like to kiss Brooke. How he would slide his hand onto her cheek and very gently… Wait? What was he thinking!

"Finished," called a triumphant Brooke who then handed him her sheet. Thankfully Lucas took it and began marking; glad he had something to take his mind off the previous disturbing subject it had been contemplating.

When Lucas reached number 20, he found that Brooke's top book was listed as 'Ballet Shoes' by Noel Streatfeild. That was unsurprising he thought. Brooke was watching him inspect her list. "Hey," she called, "Don't mock it until you've read it, I mean, sure ballet and acting might not be your thing, but that book is startlingly well written!"

He looked at her. "Okay," he said sincerely, "I believe you."

Next on the list was Harry Potter with a 1 – 7 written next to it. Beaming up at Brooke Lucas spoke, "Unfortunately I cannot disagree with you about your second choice on the list. Embarrassing as it is, Harry Potter would have also made my list!"

"Really," squealed Brooke, excitedly, "I'm glad you didn't start dissing Harry, then I'd really have had to hurt you!"

Lucas scoffed but stopped when he saw Brooke's ice-queen like glare. He didn't want to antagonize her any more than necessary, but really, how much damage could a less than one hundred pound girl really cause him?

Number three was a respectable, 'Goodnight Mister Tom' by Michelle Magorian followed by 'When Hitler Stole Pink Rabbit' by Judith Kerr. Both novels he had read as a kid and immensely enjoyed, although parts were sad.

Six he was pleased to see, was 'The Lord of the Rings' trilogy followed by 'The Hobbit', both written by J. R. R. Tolkien.

Eight nine and ten were as follows. 'Jane Eyre,' by Charlotte Bronté, 'Pride and Prejudice' by Jane Austen and 'The Winter of Our Discontent' by John Steinbeck. Lucas smiled at Brooke's last book, about half of her list was to his taste but the last novel was a favourite of his.

"I really like books by Steinbeck," he commented, "like 'The Red Pony' and 'Grapes of Wrath'."

Brooke grinned and agreed with him. Realising that they had been in his room for a while, Lucas remember his Mom's previous offer.

"I forgot to ask you before," he announced, "but my Mom would really love it if you could stay for dinner? I can walk you home afterwards if it's dark?"

Oh my goodness was Brooke's first thought, followed by, yes, yes, yes! Out loud Brooke only voiced one of her yes's and a thank you and asked to ring her Mom to inform her.

Lucas led her downstairs to the phone. A thought stuck in his mind. This would be an interesting evening!