AN: Thanks to fireangel08, dianehermans, Mars, CaseyJr, dreamkent, cece, xXalienatedxX, BpDs89, sunshine, craxygirl54, curlylizard97, and babyblues02 for reviewing the last chapter. I was asked how old Lucas was. In the last chapter I wrote that he was born in 1992, which means for this year he would be 20. He is actually 17 (will be 18 later on). This story was actually written in 2010. I hope that clears up any confusion. Lastly, this story is no longer on hiatus because the energy to write this is back! I hope you enjoy this next one. -kaill


Chapter 6: Fighting

"You want to hit me? I know that you wanted to ever since your punk ass came here. So, let's have it," Nathan's hands gestured towards his own body, "Fucking hit me already!" He shouted.

Was punk ass the only insult that this overly cocky boy could think of? Seriously, there had to be something else that Nathan could think of to call him. Even if being called a punk ass didn't offend him, Lucas still felt his palms become sweaty as his tendons tightened and folded into fists at his sides. Of course, he wanted to punch him. There was never a doubt that a good beating to Nathan would get him to back the fuck off once and for all.

"Well, what are you waiting for? You talk a big enough game. Show me how it's played." Nathan continued to push Lucas on.

Lucas scoffed and rolled his eyes. Nathan sure was a fucking joke and he couldn't even tell a good one no matter how hard he tried. Right now, he was trying way too hard and it was embarrassing.

"I don't know how many times I have to tell you to leave me the hell alone." Lucas gritted through his teeth.

Once again, Nathan was purposely getting under Lucas' skin. He didn't know why he kept letting Nathan get so far with it because it was the last thing that he wanted; a confrontation with this gelled hair jock. Ignoring him didn't seem to be working so if he was inviting Lucas to punch the shit out of him, he just hoped that Nathan would finally get the message and back off. He remembered that Nathan used to be the only guy here. If he was trying to show off and be some kind of alpha, he had another thing coming. Lucas was always up for the challenge.

All Lucas wanted to do was come outside and get some air. Tomorrow was his first session with Mrs. Davis and he didn't really know how it was going to go. It wasn't that he was nervous about it because adults just didn't make him nervous or fearful anymore, except for Tony. There was just so much that Lucas wanted to keep held in. His memories weren't some sob story for people to hear and then tell him that everything was going to be okay. Nothing in his life was ever fucking okay.

Then Nathan appeared and started running his mouth about some useless shit about how he once came outside to catch himself because he was so pissed off about something, like he always did. Anger. Was that why Nathan was sent here?

There was also more that Nathan was going on about that Lucas wasn't comfortable with hearing, that intially set him off. Now, he was more foucsed on Nathan.

A sick thought came to his head. He could use that against Nathan. If he learned anything from Tony and Felix, it was that weakness could always be found and it should be toyed with if you wanted to get ahead in the world.

He took a few steps closer to Nathan. "I don't talk game. People who talk like they do are nothing but scared little pussies who are high on themselves. Come to think of it, what's yours all about? Are you just a pussy, Nathan?" He tested, wanting to see just how far Nathan was willing to go. If he wanted to throw the first hit or shove him away, then Lucas knew that Nathan was not going to let Lucas get to him. If he backed off, then Nathan was just who he assumed he was.

Lucas smirked as he studied Nathan's face. His eyes were shifting and his teeth were putting so much pressure against each other that his cheeks puffed out a little. There fight in him alright and he was the one waiting for Lucas to blow his composure first. It wasn't a physical battle entirely as it was more of who couldn't take anymore verbal abuse from the other and break their jaw with one swift hit.

Lucas could go on all day. He had enough of verbal abuse in his life from his mother's so-caled lovers and Tony. Sometimes, just for the fun of it or boredom, he and his friends would insult each other just to cause a fight. There was nothing that nathan could say about him that would make him throw the first hit. He would have to know Lucas very personally to hit one of his buried nerves and no one truly did.

"You know there's so much built up tension between us that I bet you're surprised I haven't decked you yet. I will say that I'm impressed that you're still trying to get me to snap." If Nathan wanted to egg him on, Lucas had no problem playing copycat in the situation.

He looked down to watch Nathan's hands. Just like his had, they shook as they made fists. Lucas watched as Nathan began to raise one of his arms.

Nathan brought a finger to jab Lucas hard in the chest. "If you wanted to you would already have done it. So, what's stopping you because if you think that I'm afraid to hit you, I'm not. You're the one who's scared." He poked him forcefully again, trying to get Lucas to budge or stumble from his own stance.

"Me? Scared of you?" Lucas scoffed again. "Please."

"Yeah, I think you are. The tough guy is scared." Nathan repeated.

He didn't fear people like Nathan. It was usually the complete opposite. At school, the jocks knew not to talk or try to associate with him and his group of friends. Every time one would try to crack an insult or a joke about them a fight would break out in the halls. They were just the two types of people that would never have harmony.

As much as he could carry out their back and forth banter, Lucas had much better things he could do to occupy his time. "Change of plans, since I'd rather take a shit than do whatever the fuck this is," Lucas brought up his own hand to motion between him and Nathan. The two testosterone filled boys were so close together that Lucas hit both of their chests with his hand, "with you. I'll give you the five seconds to hit me. If you don't, well, then I'll just smack you around like the bitch I have no problem making you."

Lucas could hear Nathan's hard heavy breathing and he cleared his throat, "I'll even count for you to make it easier. 1," He paused to watch Nathan's emotions unfold.

"2," Nathan's knuckles were turning white as he clenched them tighter. Lucas wondered if he was getting more angry or if he just holding back.

"3," There was still no change in either boys' stance as they watched each other carefully to see whether or not there'd be a call or a bluff.

"Fou-" Lucas didn't have a chance to finish as he felt the side of his face being crashed into with Nathan's fist. He was caught off gaurd because he didn't think that Nathan was actually going to do anything but shove him away.

Lucas shook his head when he realized what had happened. He brought his hand to touch the side of his face. His tongue traced the corner of his mouth where he found a spot which tasted of his coppery blood. His teeth scraped against his lips as he tasted more of it to make sure that he was really bleeding.

"Who's the bitch now?" Nathan said moving his fingers. He had hit Lucas harder than he thought he was going to. He was proud of the fact that he was able to give it the force he was able to but he wasn't ready for the recoil.

"I have to say I'm surprised you had it in you, but you should have called me out as a liar because I don't give out free passes." Lucas took quick steps toward Nathan and lowered his stance, hoping to confuse Nathan. Then Lucas rushed at him and brought his arms around Nathan as he twisted his body and used his legs to bring them down.

Hearing Nathan grunt let Lucas know that his target had hit to the grass. Nathan tried fighting back by pushing Lucas off of him but he had no luck. Lucas was making sure that all his weight was contributed to keeping Nathan from defending himself. Just as Nathan had done to him, Lucas swiftly brought his fist from the air and down to collide with Nathan. His fist dug into his skin and his knuckles felt his jawbone at the contact. Lucas knew from the sound, that he could have broken Nathan's jaw. It wouldn't be the first time.

He pulled back and prepared himself to hit him again. Lucas wanted to make sure that Nathan never tried to pull this kind of shit with him anymore because Lucas had no problem putting him in his place: below him.

"What's going on out here?" A loud raspy voice called out.

Both boys stopped and looked at each other. Lucas had Nathan pinned to the ground and was holding his fist strongly over him, ready to slam it in his face again. Nathan's hands were wrapped around each of Lucas' wrists. Both were breathing hard, still wanting to finish each other off.

The voice reminded Lucas of how his mother would shout at him after she had been smoking or drinking. It made him shudder. Not because of the memory or his mother but because of how natural it sounded.

"Well?" Brooke stood with a look of disappointment on her face. Seeing Lucas towering over Nathan made her feel better because somebody was finally making him feel like he was the small one; he didn't control every situation. Fighting was against the rules.

Lucas sighed. "Cool it, princess. Nathan and I were just having a little misunderstanding but he gets it now." He put his arm down to his side before pushing down into Nathan one last time.

Nathan coughed, feeling Lucas push into his ribcage. "Fuckin', quit it, already," he struggled to say as he tried squirming to get himself free from Lucas.

Lucas let out a dark chuckle as he took his weight off Nathan. "That will teach that you shouldn't mess with me." He gritted before standing up. He was still heated from the fight and needed to take it on something. He could tell that Nathan had the same craving rage to hit something.

"Don't be so sure of yourself." Nathan told him as he stood up. "Just you wait until there's nobody around because I'm going to give it to you."

"Your threats mean shit to me." Lucas cleared his throat before raising his voice so the girls could hear him and because he now found it fun to screw with Nathan's head, "that's right, Nate, walk it off. No need to get so pissed."

Nathan turned and sent Lucas a glare.

"Hey! Enough!" Brooke shouted. She now stood closer to them. Her eyes darted at both of them, letting them no that she was serious.

Lucas had never seen her so angry before and it intrigued him as he eyed her closely. Her face still held the same softness, even though se was being anything but. There definitely was a fire in Brooke Davis that he liked. It sure beat her politeness that sort of drove him crazy. He wondered what other sides there were to her and how he could bring them out. What fun that would be.

Then he stopped looking at her. No, he didn't want to know how to bring a rise of of the girl. Did he? Pull it together.

Nathan sighed. "You might not want to do all that shouting. It kind of turns me on." Nathan told Brooke as he walked past her.

"Finally get your ass handed to you, Nate?" Haley asked him as he brushed himself off and walked over to go inside.

"Shut up, Haley." Nathan gritted out as he brushed past her, knocking her with her shoulder.

Brooke let out a sigh. "I'm going to have to tell my parents about this. I can't lie about you and Nathan having problems getting along." She told Lucas, who seemed to be looking away from her for some reason.

Lucas calmed himself down enough for him to walk over to Brooke. "We don't have problems getting along. I would just prefer if he'd go fuck himself." He bit out, not at her but because he didn't care if he got in trouble because of fighting. He did it all the time and there were never any long term consequences.

"He probably does that." Haley chipped in as she joined them. "Lucas, I think you should just stay out here and not go near Nathan right now."

Brooke nodded. "She's right. Don't get in his face anymore."

He let out a frustrated sigh. "Whatever."

Brooke felt frozen in her place because she could feel the negativity heating off of Lucas' body. As much as she knew that she should walk away, she couldn't. It scared her that she'd rather be so close to Lucas at that moment. That feeling of stature didn't las long because She twitched when she felt Haley nudge her arm.

"We should leave both of them alone to cool down." Haley suggested, glancing at Lucas.

Brooke nodded. "You're probably right." Before going off to follow Haley inside, she turned back to Lucas. She couldn't really say anything to him because he was already walking away. She felt the odd desire to go off and follow him for some reason but she knew that it was better off if she stayed away. Actually, she knew that she had to keep her distance.

After Brooke walked ahead of Haley, Lucas turned to look at the back of the house. He let out another frustrated sigh from his raging anger. His hands threaded through his dirty blond hair, searching for a way for his emotions to balance out.

"That's more like it. I knew there was some feistiness in you. " Haley said as she walked into Brooke's room. She stopped when she saw the state that the newly brave brunette was is. It wasn't any different than what she had witness when they went on there walk together a few days earlier. Brooke possessed something Haley would never had guessed because of her polite and shy demeanor. Brooke Davis had a story and Haley knew exactly how it felt when someone tried to snake out the facts.

Brooke took a few deep breaths as she slowly paced back and forth in her room. Her fingers fumbled together as she tried to lace them together.

"Is everything okay with you?" Haley asked, leaning on Brooke's wardrobe cabinet. Her brown eyes followed Brooke as she continued her flustered walk.

"I don't what came over me." She explained.

Haley shrugged. "It's nothing to get worked up about. So you had an outburst of emotion? We're all entitled to them every once in a while. If you hold it in, you'll explode. Your mother told me that."

Brooke stopped pacing. That could have been it, couldn't it? She definitely had been harboring her emotions but she was writing them down in her own therapeutic way. There was a part of her that always wanted to be able to do what Lucas had done. Not physically fight with Nathan because there was no that she'd be able to get him down or be taken seriously by Nathan. The boy just had too much ego and he could easily take it as something else. She just wanted to feel like she was in control and when she was able to make two pumped up guys stop fighting, she felt that.

"I was surpised how quickly you got them to stop. I'm sure if we didn't see them from the kitchen, Lucas would have kicked Nathan's ass." Haley said, finally walking closer to Brooke and sitting down on her bed.

"You think so?" Brooke said, sitting next to her.

"Oh, yeah," Haley nodded. "Nathan may have his blinded anger on his side but it seems like Lucas has more smarts when it comes to fights. Nathan just does it because he's ignoring the fact that he doesn't think he can control it."

That meant that this wasn't Lucas' first fight. She wondered what Lucas was up to before he was sent to come here. Was that why he was here; because he got in too many fights? Or was there more to his story than that?


His eyes opened immediately after hearing the echo from the slammed door. A pool of worry suddenly took over his body. All he could do was lie in the dark and listen to, yet, another one of his mother's fights with her boyfriend.

"Quiet, Lucas is sleeping." Karen hissed at him in an annoyed and agry tone. She threw her purse down beside the old couch. The jingling sound of her keys and other things made a sound as it hit the worn out cushion.

"Does it look like I give a fuck about that little shit right now?" The deep male voice exploded like a closeup firework throughout the small apartment. "I want to know what you did with that money I gave you. I don't want to hear that you used it to get that little brat another useless toy! I swear it always goes back to something to do with him!"

Inside the room, the little boy flinched. Any time voices were raised, he retreated his body to stone. He hoped that it would make everything bad just stop and go away. It never did but the feeling was left involuntary. Besides, this wasn't the first time a man disregarded Lucas.

"For your information, I need money to take care of my son. He's the only thing I have and if child protective services get another complaint about me, they'll take him away!" She fired back, always having to defend Lucas because none of her relationships wanted anything to do with having to raise him.

"You're basically telling me that you're using me as a fucking ATM. Maybe Lucas is better off being taken away!"

Lucas heard a slap and hoped that it wasn't his mother who was the hand's target. When he heard a fearful noise come from her throat, he knew that she was the one who slapped him. He took his pointer fingers and jammed them into his ears to block out the rest. The rest never turned out good.

"I'm in a relationship with you, damn it, not him! You will fucking respect me, you understand?"

She understood and that's why she could never escape. Did she know that she was taking her son, the one boy she promised to always love and protect, down with her?

"I don't know much about my father or who he was. Since he left my mother when she was pregnant with me, the only thing I can think of to call him is a cowardly ass and he will never deserve the title of father. Actually, every guy that my mother's ever dated was a fucking asshole and none of the were sure as hell father material." He told Mrs. Davis bitterly.

It was their first session together. Lucas was scheduled to see Mrs. Davis at least three times each week. The actual time he actually had to see her wavered because she set it up to correspond with everything else that was going on. That was something Lucas wasn't a fan of when it came to therapists. They had so many other people they were doing the same thing with and he couldn't beleive how they could remember which pateint had which problem.

"Did you ever want to get to know him. Or any of them?" She asked him. Her legs were crossed while a pad of paper rested on her lap.

Lucas shook his head. "Why should I? They were all a waste of my time and apparently my mother's time, too. I was just able to see it first."

There were some boyfriends that he could remember his mother being with more than others. Usually, she always dated the same type: scumbags, no better off than them. They had no problem walking into her life, acting like gentlemen, and then showing their true colors when she was already in too deep. She tried to fight her way out and that just got her ass handed to her.

Lucas was tired of seeing men walk all over his mother, even though he had started doing the same exact thing to her. He had always told himsefl that he would never become like the people who did his mother and him wrong. He was old enough to fight back for her but she wouldn't have it. She didn't think that he'd be able to take them on. In reality, it would just cause more trouble for her and Lucas.

"I see. Did any of them ever try to make an effort with you? Did you tell your mom that you didn't think any of these men were good for her?"

How many questions are you going to ask me?

Effort? None of the relatioships his mother had been in knew anything about effort. His mother wanted the finacial stability and then men wanted his mother for sex. It was sick but it was just how life was. Telling her anything about her life being wrong would only turn into a yelling match between them. They'd go off topic and just argue about any little thing.

"I thought you were supposed to be focusing on my behavior and feelings and I was supposed to save my life story for Mr. Davis?" Lucas asked her.

Mrs. Davis uncrossed her legs and stretched over to place Lucas' notes and file folder on her desk. "What you're telling me actually has a lot to do with your behaviors now, as well as your emotions. I see it as an overlapping concept because of the way events shape a person. This relationship you have with all of the men in your mother's life have impacted the way you grew up." She explained, folding her hands and resting them in her lap.

The alarm on her watch let out a soft beeping. "It looks like our hour is up. This is a good start." She told him.

It didn't feel like one. Lucas opened up much more than he thought he would. He still kept things vague with her because e wasn't the type of person who was going to just spill out everything the doctor wanted to know about him. Hell, there weren't many people who did. Talking about himself wasn't one of Lucas' strong suits because no one cared how he was doing. At least, nobody ever really asked him that.

When he had permission to leave her office for the day, Lucas stood up and made his way towards the door.

"Oh, Lucas. Mr. Davis wants to hear all about your little scuffle with Nathan after dinner tonight." She pointed out.

So Brooke told her parents about his little fight with Nathan just like she said she would. Why was he surpised? Brooke was just being her good hearted self and not letting anything get past her parents' noses.

Great, I look forward to it. He thought to himself sarcastically as he turned the corner. "You've got to be fucking kidding me."

"What? I happen to have a session with Mrs. Davis soon. Do you honestly think I'm stalking you? Get over it, I'm not a-"

"Don't even think about calling me that because I will have no problem making sure you'll never speak again." Lucas said darkly.

It wasn't just because Nathan was the one talking to him. He had been called a 'fag' before by his friends, as a joke, and by a few of his mother's suitors. His friends usally got a punch from wherever Lucas could reach them from. That usually shut them up until the next round of swapping smack talk started. When Lucas was younger, he didn't know what he was being called, but from the way they were saying it to him let him know that it wasn't a compliment. If he could help it, Nathan wasn't going to get away with what he let everyone else had.


It was the after hours of the fight that always seemed to hurt much more than actually getting every kick and every punch pummeled into the body. Lucas groaned as he sat up from his bed. He had fallen asleep and must have rolled over to his sore side. His head was pounding and his ears rang with an eerie high pitched tone.

"Fuck," he groaned, leaning over and rubbing his eyes. He remained in that position for a moment in hopes that it would all go away.

Usually, he didn't care about his injuries. He ignored all the pain and soreness until it eventually went away. That's how many people he knew dealt with it. It was just like that saying about hair always growing back. Well, wounds heal themselves, too.

This time he felt like going to down to the kitchen to grab some ice for his face. He could already tell by the way he was drooling and by the sound of his voice that he was getting a fat lip.

On his way inside, he saw that Brooke was sitting at the counter eating a plate of fruit. He still couldn't believe how a strong voice came from a girl like her.

She looked up from her plate when she saw him enter the kitchen. Her eyes narrowed in on the swollen part of his lip. "Here, let me get you something to put on that."

"I can find it myself," he told her but she was already getting up and walking over to the freezer. He let out a sigh and let her do it.

"Hmm, do you want corn or peas?" She asked him over her shoulder.

Just pick one. My face is a fucking mess. "Um, the peas, I guess." He answered, rubbing his face.

"Here you go." Brooke placed the bag in his hand. "This should bring the swelling down.

"My parents aren't going to be happy about this, you know? They're going to want answers." She told him once she sat back down at the counter while Lucas brought the bag of frozen peas to his face.

The pressure from the bag couldn't beat the sting of the cold once it touched the side of his face and lip. He gritted his teeth as he fought off the sensitive sensation. Then his body relaxed once the cold took over on his skin to paralyze his nerve endings.

"I know. Your father already wants to talk about it. I just hope Nathan's not in the room with me when I do." He found himself confessing to her.

"That would just cause more fighting between you, right?" She asked, resting her elbow on the table and placing her knuckles under her chin to support her head.

Lucas shrugged. "I guess so."

"I've never seen anyone but Haley be able to shut Nathan up. None us of really can stand up for him since he thinks that were some stereotype of girl."

"I didn't know you had it in you." He told her, remembering her strength from earlier. The girls that he was acquainted with knew damn well to stay away from boys whenever a fight would break out. There were no boundaries when it came to their brute strength and if they accidently hit a girl, they'd be in more touble than before. Brooke had bravery.

"That makes two of us." She let out a small nervous laugh.

"I wished you didn't stop me though. I could have easily beat your boyfriend to a pulp." Lucas told her, hovering closely over her. He wanted to test his boundaries out on her. He had made many snarky remarks to her in their first few encounters and she never seemed to back off. Maybe if he made her freeze around him, she'd stay away. Nothing good was going to come out of it if she stuck around.

"Nathan's not-Nathan's not my boyfriend." She told him, slightly stuttering. Her body cringed at the thought of Nathan getting what he wanted from her. It was never going to happen.

"Oh, well, he seems to think that you're some kind of prize." Lucas hinted to her.

"It's not true." She told him, trying to focus on something eles that woul hopefully get Lucas from standing so close to her. She could literally feel the small distance that was between them. The feeling of him towering over her, making her feel small, just reminded her of that night in the woods. There was no fighting back.

He noticed that she wasn't comfortable having him around her and that's how he wanted her to feel. Maybe now she would back off. Being so close to her, Lucas could smell the scent of vanilla and raspberries coming from her. There was no doubt that he stayed an extra second to memorize what it was.

"Well, thanks for the peas." Lucas lifted it off his chin for a brief second before turning and going back upstairs.

"You're welcome." Brooke told herself, letting her shivers free to convulse from her body. She didn't know what it was all of the sudden that made her so nervous around Lucas. Before, Lucas was all about buliding a steel wall up around him. He didn't care about anyone else and preferred if people didn't try to make an effort with him.

Was that what it was that had Brooke thinking too much? Whatever it was she hoped that it would fade away in the nexxt few days.

"I could have easily beaten your boyfriend to a pulp." If only Lucas was at the youth home at the same time that he was because she was sure that she wouldn't have stopped anyone from making fear spill out of him.


"Well, have a seat, Rocky," He nodded his head to the direction of the seat to Lucas. "You, too, Apollo Creed," He told Nathan, more sternly that he had Lucas.

"Now, Nathan, you know all too well that there is no fighting allowed here. Plus, Mrs. Davis gave you many tips and excercises to do to control that fueling anger." He stated.

"I know she did." Nathan said, slumping in his seat.

Lucas looked between Nathan and Mr. Davis. As much as he wanted to speak up and tell Mr. Davis that Nathan was the one that provoked him, he didn't because who knows what Mr. Davis would say or think. He wasn't going to be the one to call Nathan out and be the one who gets in more trouble.

"Lucas, I'm well aware that you like being the tough guy but that's going to end very soon because we have a tolerance policy here and you're one more fight away from ending your time here. I know it doesn't seem to fair but without discipline, you're going to continue down this path."

Lucas already knew that he was far down the path that Mr. Davis was talking about. That path was the only one that Lucas knew to survive on him. If he didn't go down it, who knows where he'd be now and how weak he'd be. In his mind, the path did him some good. It taught him to not take bullshit from anyone. As long as Nathan didn't try and piss him off then there wouldn't be any reasons for him to fight. It was plain as that, get rid of Nathan.

"I understand, sir," was all Lucas could think of to say. He really wanted to let Nathan have it but it could count as his last words out of here and have him sent straight to the correction facilities. In a few months he'd be 18, and if he broke the policy, he'd go to the big house where nothing was going to cut it.

"I didn't think there was going to be a problem between the two of you but I was proved wrong. You both have very similar prsonalities and it's natural for people to butt heads every once in awhile, you know? Maybe that's all it is or maybe you two just aren't meant to be left alone together."

"Are you saying we're going to have a babysitter? That's a bunch of bull." Nathan exclaimed, now fixing his posture.

"I don't know what the two of you need. I thought you'd be the ones to tell me what you want." Mr. Davis responded, turning over to Lucas. "Well, have any solutions?"

"Yeah, keep him the hell away from me." Lucas muttered.

"Hate to break it to you, dillhole, we live in the same house." Nathan told him with attitude.

"Nathan," Mr. Davis warned him.

He shrugged. "What? Can you honestly tell me that was a good resolution? He just needs to deal with the fact that he's not the only one who can throw words or fists around. It's that simple."

"You're the one who should be hearing that. I could care less about you thinking you're the king around here or whatever the hell you want to call yourself. I was just fine being on my own." Lucas added.

"I see we have a little issue here with boundaries." Mr. Davis said, leaning back in the chair, hoping that the two boys could work this out on their own.

"I don't but he does." Lucas said, pointing over to Nathan. "People who like to be on their own don't try and surround themselves with assholes they can't stand."

The older man nodded. "It's something you both need to work on. Nathan, you need to respect the fact that Lucas wants space from you. The more you push him, the more he's going to push you right back. If there ever is a next time, you both might not be so lucky if my daughter hadn't stopped you."

"So this is my fault?" Nathan cut it, defensively.

"I wasn't finished." He told Nathan before starting again, "Lucas, as much as we would like to see you sociallize more, if you can get out of situation you don't like being in without using violence or any provoking comments, then you're making the same progress as Nathan would if he didn't cause you to feel threatened."

"I don't feel threatened by Nathan. I just think he's an annoying waste of breath." Lucas corrected him.

Mr. Davis shook his head. There was going to be work ahead of him when it came to these two boys. "I don't see this being resolved as quickly as I hoped. I think we should save this for when we have more time together. Why don't you boys just go find something to occupy your minds. I'll set time aside so we can get deepr into this."

Like you really want to know some of the things Nathan says about your daughter. Lucas looked over to Nathan, who was glaring at him. He didn't care because he was done with Nathan. There was no point in trying with him. If Mr. Davis was trying to get them to be friends, then playing peacemaker wasn't going to be his number one victory.

"You two may go now." Mr. Davis told them. He watched as both boys stood up at the same time. He tried to read off any tension that was between them by their body language. There was a lot that needed to be done to, at least, make them civil around each other.

"Now, you know not to mess with me." Lucas told him before going off in a different direction than Nathan.

"Really? I didn't know making a comment about Brooke was going to get you so riled up. Do yourself a favor and give it up. She doesn't go for screw ups." Nathan shouted after him.

"Just get the fuck away from me, already." Lucas growled at Nathan, who was now standing too close to him.

"Come on, man, we're guys. I just wanted to tell you about this dream I had." Nathan's tone was too light and arrogant for Lucas' liking.

"I don't give a shit about your little dreams." Lucas told him coldly.

"You sure? You might need to picture it later when you need to release some tension. I sure as hell woke up and took care of myself right away." He chuckled.

Was Nathan seriously telling him about him getting a hard on from a dream? Why couldn't there be someone else for him to share this shit with?

"There was this girl, no clothes, right above me. Her hands were scaling down my chest and she was straddling me. She had creamy white skin, long brunette hair, and hazel eyes. The next thing I know, she was kissing down my abs and then down to my-"

Have some fucking respect! "Don't joke about Brooke that way. She'd never go down on you." Lucas snapped. wanting to vomit from the thought.

"In my thoughts she can do whatever I want her to. Man, she does all kinds of dirty things to me." Nathan snickered and then smirked like he was thinking about one of them right that second.

Lucas shoved him away. Him and Brooke having any contact was the last thing he wanted to pictutre in his mind. Nathan was just doing this to mess with him and it sure was working. The bastard had no respect. He had enough of those in his lifetime.

At first, Lucas thought that Nathan was just trying to joke with him but now he knew that Nathan was looking to stir some trouble with him. Trouble was not on his list of things to have today because he knew that his court order was only giving him this one chance. He usually never walked away from a fight but for this, for keeping his mother and him away from Tony, he would.

Nathan took notice to Lucas trying to be the bigger man in this right away. "You want to hit me? I know that you wanted to ever since your punk ass came here. So, let's have it! Fucking hit me already!"

He should have let him have it the second he asked for it.


AN: I hope this chapater was worth making you wait two months for. I know that this BL story is lacking exactly that but have no doubts because there will be more and more as this story gets further along! Your reviews are appreciated! -kaill