Ch.7: You Hurt Me So Good

A/N: Wow guys, its actually been a year, almost. I apologize for the mind-numbing cliffhanger that I have left you all with. I don't know how it happened but somehow I just blew off my fan fiction for a while, and I'm sorry for that. This year was a horrible year for me in more ways then one. Boy troubles, getting in trouble with COPS (never good), failed science and needed summer school, etc etc. It just was awful and I'm hoping my sophomore year will help me with my clean start, otherwise I'm terribly screwed.

Wish me luck, I'm going to need LOTS of it- and enjoy the 7th chapter.

P.S. Please let me know your thoughts on the story, it'll help me a lot with wanting to continue it. It's a tough one but I have high hopes for the outcome..

YAY BRATHAN/BRUCAS ANGST!

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Nathan was going to regret this. Nobody made Brooke Davis cry, EVER. She doesn't cry, it's a scientific fact. Ad Brooke drunkenly led Lucas up stairs, she began to imagine all of the things people will be saying about her come Monday.

"Ouu, looks like the bitch does have feelings!"

"Hey she's not so tough after all!"

"Fake skank"

"Stupid slut. As if they could actually be in a serious relationship, better yet together"

Usually Brooke didn't let what people say bother her, but tonight was different. She had let her guard down. And with Brooke Davis, you can never let your guard down.

It was dark and the bed was freshly made and smelled of clean laundry. There was always something about other people's beds that turned Brooke on. She loved them, the feel, the scent, the possibilities…

"Brooke- come on…I mean, why are we…? Why are you…?" Lucas tried to get the words out but found it rather hard seeing as he had an extremely hot brunette trailing kisses down his now bare stomach.

Yes, hard seemed to be the right word…

"Shh, less mouth, more tongue" She grinned wickedly as she unbuttoned her jeans and slid them off, tossing them into the pile which consisted of her shoes and camisole.

"Br-"

Her soft mouth came crashing down onto his once more as she straddled his boxer clad lap. Her large hands found their way to her tiny waist and down to her perky ass. He wanted nothing more then to throw her against the wall and fuck her brains out. That's how he was. Back at his old school he was notorious for nights like these, believe it or not.

..But something just felt, off.

"Brooke, come on stop…STOP!"

Lucas pushed her off of him slightly and stood up, bringing his hands to his head while pacing back and forth like some sort of lunatic.

"We can't do this Brooke.. it's…it's wrong. I don't know why but it is.." He took a deep breath and looked at the girl he thought could maybe change him. "I'm sorry"

Brooke's eyes went from being big with a look of rejection to going into narrow slits. She stood up and pulled her jeans back on, followed by her shoes and cami.

"You know Lucas, I thought you were a good guy, possibly maybe even a good lay. Who was I fucking kidding?" She was shaking, she felt it, and she couldn't control it.

"You just missed out on what could've been the best night of your entire, pathetic life. You thought Rachel was good? You haven't seen fucking anything yet" She began, only inches away from his face. "And sadly for you, you never will" She scoffed and grabbed her purse before fixing her hair and make up in the bedroom mirror.

"Oh and by the way, whoever you end up fucking tonight- when you slide your cock into the faceless whore deeper and deeper as she moans your name, I know you'll be thinking of me and how good I'd ride you. But sweetheart, this is NEVER, going to happen again. And you can trust me on that"

And with one last smile dipped in sarcasm, she turned on Jimmy Choo, and left. Lucas standing open mouthed in the distance.

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"Fucking…curb.."

Stumbling over a curb which Brooke could've sworn wasn't there before, she made her way home and nearly tripped through her front door when a tiny piece of paper on her kitchen table caught her eye…

Aiden- 617-851-2309

Her heart stopped as she pulled out her cell phone and dialed the number on the faded piece of paper. Aiden was the man who promised to help her personally measure her chest size from Hot Topic. And boy was he fine…

"Hello?"

His voice was husky, like hers. And it made her wet inside, she needed it. Bad.

"Hello Aiden." She purred into the phone, her husky voice giving his a run for his money. "Its Brooke Davis, you gave me your number while checking out at Hot Topic. And don't act like you forgot because I know I'm impossible to forget" She smiled seductively, as if he could see her.

"Well hello Ms. Davis, and you're right- I could never forget a face like yours, not to mention that body…"

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"How about you come over and I'll give you a private show?"

"When and where?"

"Now. 105 Grant Street. Oh, and Aiden? You better hurry up. I hate waiting" And with that, she hung up, excited that someone wanted her tonight.

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DING-DONG

She had gotten changed for the occasion and was now wearing a pair of very lacy, very scandalous, Victoria's Secret hot pink panties, and a matching bra. She had her black Juicy Couture sweat suit on as well.

Hey, you gotta make 'em work for it.

Opening the door, she was greeted by a tattooed God. He was even more gorgeous then the last time she saw him.

"Hey beautiful" He smirked and walked in, closing the door behind him before swooping down and taking her lips with hers.

What, no coffee and doughnuts?

She kissed him back passionately. He tasted of beer and cigarettes and smelled of sweet cologne.

"Mmm.." She moaned into his mouth as he violently threw her against the wall.

Hmm..kinky…

He unzipped her hoodie and let it slide off her shoulders as he trailed kisses down her tummy until he reached the top of her pants. He slipped his fingers into the waistband and pulled them down, allowing her to step out of them.

"Fuck me. Hard. I need it" She whined in her sexy, raspy voice.

He grinned hungrily and removed his shirt, revealing what looked like a 12-pack and even more chest tattoos.

Brooke liked what she saw to say the least.

He wrapped a strong arm around her waist and brought her into the kitchen where he laid he sat her down on the table and spread her legs.

"You fuckin' wet, huh?"

"Yes.." She mumbled, tilting her head back as he removed the tiny barrier of fabric.

He caught her eye before dipping his head down to her wet, pulsing pussy, and began to eat her out.

She screamed. If there was a professional job for this, he'd be the President of the company.

He licked deep inside her before sucking hard on her clit, eating all of her juices as if he needed them to survive.

She yelped and placed a hand on his head, holding him there.

"I- I- I'm gonna…"

But before she could finish he abruptly stopped and slid off his pants and boxers. He pulled her to him by her legs and shoved himself into her with such force that Brooke felt pain for a moment.

He was HUGE.

She felt as if she were on ecstasy. It was amazing. Orgasm after orgasm. He gave her the joy ride of her life.

He began to rub her clit with his fingers as they both came together, lost in the world of their own pleasure.

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Aiden had left. He grabbed a bagel, kissed her goodbye, and told her to call him up again some time if she ever wanted to have more fun.

Then he left.

She felt dirty. Used, almost. Although she had called him, she felt funny. She was never the one to be left after events like these. She was always the one leaving, the one having the last word.

She felt sick. She needed to get out of there, and fast.

She pulled on some dirty, old jeans and a tank top, pulling a black zip up hoodie over her shoulders.

It was already five in the morning and she had 17 missed calls from Peyton, 8 from Lucas, and 2 from Nathan.

She hadn't bothered calling any of them back.

She had decided to go to the River Court to just sit and think for a bit. Believe it or not but Brooke's childhood revolved mostly around that place. She missed it sometimes.

Sitting down on the picnic bench, she brought her knees to her chest and hugged herself, head resting on her knee. Her face was void of any and all make up and her hair was probably a complete mess, but she didn't care. It wasn't as if people would be here this early on a Saturday.

She cried. Not sobbing, although she wanted to, but just cried. Soft, silent, tears. She didn't exactly know what she was crying for but for some reason, it felt way over due.

"Don't cry, Cheery"

She abruptly wiped away her tears, hoping she could play it off as if she were just…having an eye drop attack or something.

She looked up into the warmest pair of chocolate eyes she had ever known, and just broke down all over again, this time sobbing in a highly, unattractive way.

"Shh, shh" He said, trying to comfort her while sitting down on the bench next to her and cradling her in his arms.

"There there, don't cry baby. I'm here… I'm not going anywhere" He cooed as he stroked her head and rocked her back and forth.

"I love you, Brooke"

She sobbed harder now. She didn't deserve to have a friend like him. She didn't deserve to have a friend at all. She didn't deserve anything.

"I- l- love you t- too J- Jake" She said through her sobs."

And she meant it.

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"What the- What time…?!" She mumbled as she turned to face her clock, shocked by the neon green numbers.

3:22 in the afternoon.

She sat up abruptly and looked around her room, nothing was there. But then she saw something that caught her eye- and everything from that morning came flooding back to her.

FLASHBACK

Jake scooped her up into his arms and carried her all the way home as she nuzzled into his neck and fell asleep. His shirt was stained with her tears but he didn't give two shits about it. As long as his Brookie was ok, then he was ok.

He placed her down onto her bed and brought a blanket over her as she began to stir.

"Thank you, Jake- I really appreciate it"

"No problem, Cheery" He smiled, using his childhood nickname for her.

Brooke and Jake's parents had been best friends back in the day, making Brooke and Jake inseparable since birth, pretty much.

He was 7 months older then her and had been watching over her since for as long as he could remember.

Then that one summer, she changed. And not for the better.

"Hey…is that our old scrapbook thing we started in like, 5th grade?" He asked her with a laugh as he pulled it out from where it was peeking under the bed.

"Oh god… We were such dweebs"

"Psh, speak for yourself. I was cool" He grinned and she smacked him in the stomach.

Things felt right for once.

"Wow…things sure have changed, huh?" He asked while thumbing through the old, worn pages.

"We were eleven, Jake. If we hadn't changed I'd have no boobs and you'd still be eating glue" She smirked and snuggled next to him lovingly.

"Sometimes I wish we were eleven again" He admitted while looking down at her.


"Hey Brooke…"

"Yeah?"

He was about to say something, she could tell. After moments of silence he just gave her a small, sad smile and shook his head.

"Never mind…"

END FLASHBACK

They both knew what he was going to ask. And they both knew the answer.

The question was going to be, 'Are things ever going to go back to how they were?'.

And the answer was going to be, and always will be, 'No. Never.'

Brooke found herself sobbing more as she hugged onto the now empty space next to her on her bed where Jake's body had once been. She sobbed for the loss of innocence, forgotten friendships, and change.

Come Monday this will all be over.

And with that thought in mind, she curled up back under her blankets, and went back to sleep.