Innocence
Ch. 9

That same night, Brooke went to the Tree Hill bar, to drown her sorrows. That was the only thing she really knew how to do, and since she didn't want to cry right now, alcohol was her escape route. How could this happen to, Haley. Our rock. My tutor girl. Brooke wished she would have picked up on it or something. Haley was always there helping her and really she was in pain. That thought just made her drink more.

"Another," She said to the bartender ten times, and each time he gave her another shot of tequila. She was only seventeen years old, so thank god she had a fake i.d.

"Why don't you get the lady a coffee'?" Some guy said beside her.

She turned to look at him and slurred, "Why don't you go mind your own business buddy."

She may have been on the tipsy side, but she knew that this guy wasn't a regular in this town. So, she decided to flirt a little, "So, where are you from cutie?"

"Texas," he answered.

"Well this must be your lucky night, because I like Texas guys." She winked and moved closer to him, so they were almost touching.

Any other time the guy would have taken advantage of this sort of situation, but there was something in this woman's intense brown eyes, that made him resist being his usual self.

Brooke saw him tense up and moved a little closer, caressing his arm in the process, "What's wrong baby, never been with a woman before…cause we can definitely change that."

He laughed, "I've been with plenty women pretty girl, but I think you may regret waking up in the morning with me in my bed when you are more coherent."

"I never regret anything."

The pain in her eyes was definitely not missed by him, and for some reason he wanted to comfort her. Weird.

"Well, since you're not going to give me what I want, I guess I can find someone else who will." She then walked away from him, and went to go dance with some drunken frat boys.

He knew that could only be trouble. He went over there and grabbed her, not listening to hers or the guys protest, as he dragged her away.

"Who the hell do you think you are!" she yelled at him when they made it outside, "Those guys are going to come out here and kick you where it hurts!"

The guy looked inside and noticed that the frat boys were now preoccupied with some other girls, "I highly doubt it."

"I'm going to take you home." He said taking her to his car.

"I'm going to call the police if you d-don't let go of me! All I know is you could be taking me to hold me against my will."

"Don't worry sweet cheeks; I'm not that kind of guy."

Brooke looked into his brown eyes and for some odd reason knew he was telling the truth, "Well, you better not be."

And then he helped her into his car.

She told him the directions, and then sat there in silence, looking down at her lap.

"Do you mind if I ask you what had you drinking down the whole bar."

"I don't want to talk about it," She said softly.

He knew she didn't want to talk, so he left it alone. About a few minutes later he pulled up to this big white house, with a red door.

"This is it." She said, still not as coherent as she should be.

"Nice house." He helped her out of the car and walked her to her door.

"Yeah…it's not that great." She said opening the door, knowing her parents weren't there.

"Well, get some sleep, and I hope you have a better day tomorrow." He said.

Brooke don't know why she did it, but something came over her where she couldn't help it, "Why don't you come on in."

"They say never to invite a stranger in your home."

"Well, if you were nice enough to bring me home tonight, before I made a complete fool of myself, then you're not a lunatic. And if you are, well lets just say, I come from a pretty wealthy family who would make it their life's purpose to put you in the ground eight feet under not six…dead or alive."

The guy smiled. He could tell she had a lot of fire inside of her.

"So, do you have a name or should I just call you my rescuer." She said not really making sense to him or herself.

"Do you?"

"Brooke Davis, captain of the Tree Hill Ravens." Why she said that, she had no idea.

"Brooke, that's a beautiful name."

"Well are you going to flatter me all night, are do you have a beautiful name as well."

"Dean Winchester." He smiled.


The next morning, Haley woke up in another guest room than she was in the other night. After Lucas kissed her, she had to get out of there. How could he kiss me like that? Why did he kiss me at all? Those were the two questions playing on repeat in her mind all night.

All Lucas and Haley were ever supposed to be were good friends. She was trying to get him with Brooke for the longest time. As she was pacing back and forth another question came to her mind, Why would he pull this on me now, when I was going to die! Thinking that almost made her cry.

There was a knock at her door, and before she could answer it, Lucas walked in and closed the door behind him.

"Haley talk to me, please." He said, his eyes sad. Well, that's where Brooke got the name broody from.

"Lucas, what was that last night? Why did you kiss me?"

He walked up to her and grabbed her shoulders lightly to stop her from pacing around, "Haley calm down."
"No, Luke I can not calm down. You kissed me. We're only friends Luke, Why did you kiss me?" she looked into his eyes.

"Because…"

"Because what!" she yelled.

"Because I love you." She knew by the sound of his voice that it was more than friends.

"No you don't! The only reason you did that and the only reason you're saying this now, is because I'm dying Lucas! And it's not fair to me for you to kiss me out of grief…. I expected better from you!" And then she walked out leaving him standing alone contemplating what just happened.


The sound of the phone ringing brought Clark and Peyton out of a deep sleep.

Peyton realized it was coming from her cell phone and tried to reach over Clark to get it, but he beat her too it. He looked at the caller I.D. and saw that it was Nathan.

"Who is it?" Peyton asked.

Clark hesitated for a moment, "Nathan."
That got Peyton's full attention and reached to grab the phone. Instead of handing it to her, he moved it out of her way.

"Clark! Give me the phone!" she yelled.

He kept moving it out of the way, causing her to climb on top of him and straddle his waist.

"Give it to me before it goes to voice mail!"

He finally gave her the phone because the feel of her on top of him was getting him hot. And the fact that she was still only in her bath robe was not making it any better.

"Hey, Nathan." Peyton said, oblivious to the way she was making Clark feel at the moment.

"Hey how have you been?"

"I'm okay, how are you doing?"

"I've been better." He said. He didn't want to bring up Haley at the moment; because it would cause them much more grief then they were already in. He pretty much trashed his entire game room from being so upset last night. He'd known Haley pretty much all his life. They weren't as close as her and Lucas, but they were still close. He didn't know how many times she tutored him in middle school in high school. Without her, he would probably still be in the ninth grade.

"I miss you." He finally said, "I know it's been a rough week for all of us, but I need to see you, Peyton."

"I need to see you too. I'm sorry I haven't called you in the past few days. With everything that's been going on, I really didn't want to see or be around anyone.

While they talked, Clark looked up at her and watched. He never really noticed how beautiful Peyton really was. Her beautiful hair was already curled back up, and that's where she got the name goldilocks. His eyes then focused on her thighs on either side of his hips. The sweat was already starting to form on his forehead, as he tried to think of everything but those beautiful thighs. And it was really taking its toal on him, because he was growing hard by the minute.

Her robe moved up a little, and he saw a bruise on her thigh. He gently traced his fingers along it, causing her to jump and look at him.

"Hey, Nathan I have to go, I'll see you later tonight." She said and after saying 'bye', she clicked her phone off.

She tried getting off of Clark, but he held on to her waist, not letting her move.

He then sat up and pushed the robe up a little further to inspect the bruise, "What happened."

"You see that night stand beside you and that sharp corner; well let's just say that I should turn on a lamp when I need to go to the bathroom. I hit it going and coming back all in the same night." She told another lie and luckily he bought it again.

"So, what were you talking to Nate about?" He asked, curious.

"We're going to hang out later today." She smiled, "I know it's soon, but I really like him."

Clark didn't like that at all, and it was more than the fact that he was trying to protect Peyton from guys. Nathan may not be a bad guy, but Peyton was his. Okay where did that come from?

"Oh really."

"Really, really," she laughed quoting Shrek.

Without a second thought, he began tickling her. Next thing Peyton knew she was on her back, laughing tremendously. She was surprise his tickling did not hurt her because of the bruises, probably because Clark was so gentle with her.

"Stop!" she laughed.

Clark caressed her more than anything while tickling. Her skin like soft velvet on his fingertips. He grew harder and if she shifted to right just a little, then she would come in contact with his member.

Peyton scooted to her right and pushed up, laughing completely hard, until something hard connected with her thigh.

She heard a groan come out of Clark and when he stopped moving, she looked into his eyes and saw the sweat break out on his forehead.

Did Clark have a hard on? She then became all too aware of his ripped muscles and the sexual position they were in.

Good thing the phone rang before things got weirder.

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