AN: Thanks for all the reviews! I loved them all. Alrighty, so this is the moment everyone has been waiting for. Brooke finally get's taken. I hope you enjoy! As I said in your review reply, well, those who reviewed, now is the time to pay attention to things. Already, you can see some motives and things that raise a red flag. I really hope you like it. Please, write me a gooooddd lonnnggg review? I wrote more than two thousand words just for you. (:
disclaimer: I don't own One Tree Hill. I own the plot, however.
Brooke took another sip from her warm coffee. She had stayed up all night to think of something to create. Usually, she would have drawn something in an instant. She sighed. This one week deadline seemed impossible.
A knock on the door sent her out of her skin. Hastily, she walked towards the door.
"Who is it?" she asked through the door.
"Rachel!"
Brooke opened the door and smiled. Rachel had brought her some doughnuts. Rachel had a suitcase next to her. Was she planning on moving in?
"I brought you some doughnuts. I figured you were freaking out and probably haven't eaten," Rachel said as she observed Brooke. Today, Brooke Davis did not look her normal self. Brooke's hair was thrown into a high ponytail. She wasn't wearing her usual high-end clothing. Instead, she switched Dior for some sweats. Brooke Davis was looking terrible.
"That's very kind of you," Brooke said as she pushed the door open more, "Please, come in." Rachel grabbed the suitcase and rolled it inside. "I can take the doughnuts," Brooke offered as she relieved them from Rachel.
"Wow. Your house is very nice," Rachel said in awe. Rachel was used to living in a two bedroom apartment in Queens, New York.
"So, what's with the suitcase?" Brooke asked as she led Rachel to the living room.
Rachel giggled, "I brought all of my make up and hair products. If I am going to model, I have to look the part."
"That's very smart," Brooke agreed. "Well, I haven't thought of anything. I bought loads of fabric and some stuff to make purses."
"Have you gotten any sleep?" Rachel asked. Brooke shook her head. "Well, why don't you go to sleep? I mean, I can go run around and look for an apartment while you sleep."
"Nah, I'm fine. I have one week to come up with my collection. Well, I have six days now," Brooke said. She groaned.
"You're stressing yourself way too much, Brooke. Take a nap! You will feel better and who knows, you might think of something in your sleep?" Rachel begged.
"Fine," Brooke caved.
"What's this?" Victoria asked as she entered the living room. Victoria placed her sunglasses on top of her head.
Brooke sighed, "What does it look like?"
"Playing dress up?" Victoria asked. "Aren't you a little too old for that, dear?"
"Funny." Brooke snapped. She didn't want Victoria to know about this. She was positive that Victoria would screw it up for her.
Victoria turned her attention to Rachel. "And you are?"
"Rachel," she answered softly. Rachel was intimidated by Victoria. Victoria smiled as she sensed Rachel's fear for her.
"Well, have fun with this?" Victoria said as she rushed upstairs. Rachel exhaled sharply.
"That is your mother?" Rachel asked after she heard the slam of a door upstairs. Brooke nodded. "I knew I should have brought some hard liquor instead of coffee!"
Brooke giggled and smiled at her friend, "You know you are absolutely ridiculous!"
"Aw. You love me," Rachel said batting her long eyelashes. Brooke threw a pillow at Rachel. "Someone likes it rough!"
The two burst out laughing. Brooke grabbed Rachel's suitcase and lead her to Brooke's bedroom. Brooke's bedroom was bigger than the apartment Rachel had in New York. Rachel stood there in awe. Brooke's bed was decorated with throw pillows and a couple of shopping bags. Her room included a little section with a sewing machine and an easel.
"Why don't you sleep and I will start helping you sow the design you already made?" Rachel offered. All though Brooke didn't like the idea of Rachel making her designs, she was running on little sleep and she didn't have any strength to argue.
One week later.
"Hey, you!" Peyton said as she sat beside her friend in an empty desk. Brooke smiled at her. "Wow. Too much coffee?"
"Not enough," Brooke answered sharply. She was anxious and jumpy. She couldn't sit still. She had one detention because she wouldn't stop looking at the clock.
"Why are you so—"
"Jumpy?" Brooke finished. Peyton nodded. "Well, I won the contest for the fashion designer thing. So, I went to the meeting and met this girl Rachel, she's such a sweetheart, anyways, and she is going to be a model. So, I go into this room and the lady is a super bitch! She was yelling at me because I didn't have a portfolio. No one told me I had to have one with ten designs!"
"Bummer. What did you do?" Peyton interrupted.
"Well, by the grace of God, the lady liked me and decided to give me another chance. I was given a week to make them and have someone model them off for me. I haven't been in school cause I have been so busy working on my outfits. Thank gosh for Rachel. I mean, if it weren't for her, I wouldn't be done by now. After work I have a seven o'clock appointment with Catalina, the director!" Brooke explained quickly. Peyton nodded in comprehension.
"So, who's Rachel?" Peyton asked slowly.
Brooke raised a brow, "Jealous much, P. Sawyer?"
Peyton giggled nervously, "No!"
Brooke looked at her friend for a while. It made Brooke happy that Peyton felt threatened by Rachel. After all, Peyton screwed her over—Rachel didn't.
"Ok, maybe, I am!" Peyton said. Brooke grinned sheepishly. "But, just a tad!"
"Rachel is our age and she lived in New York and moved here—"
"Big city for this dump?! Is she ok in the head?" Peyton teased.
"That's what I said! But, her mom died and she wanted to get away from the competition and she found Catalina," Brooke explained.
The bell rang seizing any further conversation.
"It was nice talking to you, B. Davis," Peyton said. Peyton had missed the long conversations they once had. The way Brooke's girlishness seemed to brighten Peyton's dark, depressing day.
Brooke tucked a strand of dark brown hair behind her ear, "We should talk more, Peyt."
"Come over to my house after the meeting?" Peyton asked. Brooke nodded and walked to her next class, math.
There was something Brooke hated about Math class. Sure, she didn't understand anything that was going on, but, there was something else. Brooke took her seat. What was it?
"Hey, Brooke!" that was it.
Brooke turned to her right to see Lucas beside her, "Fuck!"
"That's not very nice!" Lucas said dryly.
"Oh, and cheating on me with my best friend is nice?" Brooke hissed.
"Again with this?" Lucas said with a sigh of frustration.
"You started it!" Brooke said sounding like a little, two year old.
"Brooke, I am sorry. How many damn times do I have to tell that to you?" Lucas yelled.
"Would you lower your fucking voice?" Brooke hissed as people began to stare at them. "I get that you're sorry, ok?"
"Then what the hell is the problem?" Lucas asked innocently.
"Ohmigosh. You are the biggest idiot in Tree Hill. You know you might even be worse then Dan!" Brooke said sharply.
Silence. That struck a nerve and Brooke knew it. She had a right to play the Dan card, right?
"Ouch," was all Lucas could muster up. "You know something; I never wanted to hurt you. In fact, that was the last thing I wanted to do. Peyton and I, it just happened. Ok? It's not like we planned it to happen! I didn't call her and say, "Hey, baby. What's up? Wanna go make out at the park?" Lucas explained.
Brooke furrowed her brows, "Are you mocking me?"
"Oh, no, I'm sorry. You're Brooke-fucking-Davis, you call the shots. You explain how you are the only one who is hurt. But, you know what. Peyton and I are hurt too," Lucas said as he turned to face forward.
Fuck. Brooke mentally cursed herself. Lucas had won this round. He had gotten under her skin. Shit.
"Lucas," Brooke started.
"No, don't talk to me. I'm an idiot, scum-of-the-Earth, and whatever else you called me. I'm a terrible person who cheats on people with their best friends," he said angrily. Brooke felt her eyes water.
"Lucas," she tried again.
"Brooke, I have been thinking of ways to get you back into my life. Honestly, I have tried to talk to you. I get it. I hurt you and I fucked up. You're hurt. But what it's been a long time and you are prancing around like a queen. You have treated me like shit ever since then. Sure, a week is enough time to cool right? Well, not for you. Brooke Davis makes everyone feel like shit. You're 'friends' are your friends because either they are scared of you, or they just like to have the title of Brooke's best friend!" Lucas spat.
"Lucas!"
"Brooke!" Lucas snapped back. "I used to love you. Now, I think I am actually beginning to hate your fuckin guts!"
Brooke covered her mouth and gasped. Lucas hated her? It hurt to hear that. She hated him but she didn't realize it would hurt so much when he hated her. Tears began to fill in her eyes. As much as she wanted to say she hated him, she still loved him. He just said he hated her; still, she wanted to be with him. Maybe, he was kidding? Brooke glanced over. He glared at her. Yeah, it was official, Lucas Scott hated Brooke Davis. Perfect.
Work was a good escape for Brooke. It was late and she was all alone. Well, her mother was there but it was better for Brooke to pretend she wasn't.
"Brookie, dear!" Victoria called.
Brooke cringed, "What?"
"Can you lock up for me, please?" Victoria asked as she handed Brooke her keys. Brooke raised a brow. "The friends and I are going to get a few drinks at the club."
"Why would they want to bring your ancient ass?" Brooke hissed.
Victoria smiled sweetly, "I'm a Davis, I think you know as well as I do, Davis' know how to party."
She had her there. Brooke waved as her mother left. The silence was torture. She had an hour until her appointment with Catalina. What was she going to do here? Rachel was going to meet her at the appointment. Catalina was too scary to face alone a second time.
Lucas Scott. The name kept popping in her head. Did he really hate her? Was he just mad and said something he didn't mean? Shouldn't she be thrilled? She loved him. She tried not to, but she couldn't help it.
After twenty minutes of thinking about Lucas, she grabbed her purse. She had forty minutes to get to her appointment. She grabbed her portfolio and flipped off the light switch. Her fragile hand turned the knob. Shit. Brooke cursed as she turned around and grabbed her coat.
Suddenly, someone entered the store. They were dressed in black.
"Store is closed, sir," Brooke said as she approached him. "Sir?"
He grabbed her tightly around the waist. Brooke screamed. She kicked her stiletto into his groin. He yelped in pain. Brooke wiggled free and grabbed a broom. Her attacker came towards her. Fear and nerves consumed her. Was he trying to kill her?
"Stay away from me," she threatened as she waved the broom. He laughed huskily. Was this funny? He grabbed the broom and knocked it out of her grasp. She screamed again. She kicked, bite, punched, anything and everything she could. He grabbed her and put the sleeper hold on her. Brooke collapsed to the floor. He had knocked her out. Mission accomplished.
Slowly, he picked her up and placed her into his car. He floored it. 'Job well done', he thought.
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