It's been a week since I stormed out of class. A week since I pretty much told the kids in class to fuck off and a week since I had an extremely fun and extremely awkward encounter with Lucas. I don't know what happened. I mean, everything was fine and yes ok we were drinking and that always makes factors change, but at the same time I just…I think I felt something, something that wasn't just drunk feelings.

"Oh god," I drop my head to my hands and release a shaky breath. "I'm so screwed up."

"The fun ones normally are," I glance up and squint in the sun at the figure in front of me.

"Oh, hey Felix," I mumble really not in the mood to entertain people right now. "What's up?"

"Nothing, just saw you sitting her all by yourself," he eases down beside me and I shift to my right a fraction. "Thought I'd come see what you were up too."

"Just thinking," I shrug and bite hard on my lower lip.

"Anything super interesting?" he wonders and I lift my gaze up to see Lucas climb from his red mustang. Shutting the door he starts up the path toward the school and my breath catches when his eyes lock onto mine. He's been so weird lately. He seriously treats me like just another random student to him and its making me nuts. Yes, I know I'm just a student, but still. Something happened. And yes at first I thought just I felt it, but I know he felt it too. I can tell the way he's been acting.

"Uh…no," I answer and pull my gaze back to the floor and tuck a strand of hair back.

"You're different, Brooke," Felix touches my knee and I bite my lip harder. "I like that," he smirks and I give an uncomfortable smile. Glancing up again to see Lucas moving toward us.

"Miss Davis," he speaks and my stomach drops a fraction. "Felix," he greets and I want to slap him for changing his whole tone with me. Can't even address me by my first name.

"Oh, hey, Coach," Felix looks up at him and Lucas's eyes drop to Felix's hand and I feel a flip switch in me and I lean closer to Felix and let our legs graze each other.

"Mr. Scott," I speak his name and watch him twitch uncomfortable. "What's up?"

"I was actually wondering if you and I could talk Miss Davis," Lucas tells me and my brow arches up. "I'd like to discuss you walking out on class the other day," his tone flips and I shift uncomfortably. Feeling like I'm getting in trouble by my parent with the way he is looking at me.

"Uh, yeah, sure," I stand up and give a smile to Felix. "See you later."

"You bet," he smirks with a wink and I lead the way into the school.

"Thank you," I shove out a smile as he opens an empty class room and step inside. "So what's up?" I spin and drop on the teacher's desk and he pauses at the door. "Lucas, what?"

"Look, I just…I mean," he awkwardly moves by the door and I bite my lip nervously. "I feel like I did something."

"What do you mean?"

"Brooke…" he growls and I bring my shoulders up into a shrug looking at him. "You know what I'm talking about," he mumbles and again my brow just goes up. "I mean…you know, right?" he asks and I inhale a long breath before slowly nodding. I know exactly what he is talking about. Spinning on his feet he moves across the room and eases on the desk beside me and drops his head. "I'm sorry."

"Luke, there is nothing to be sorry about."

"There is a long list of things I should be sorry about," his tone sharp and I nervously bite my lip. "I shouldn't have gone out drinking with you. You're underage…hell you're my student."

"Well in your defense I was drinking there first," I try to defend and he releases a small chuckle and his face relaxes some as he cuts his eyes up at mine. "I could have left. I chose to stay," I whisper out with a shrug and he holds my gaze probably too long before he shakes his head.

"That doesn't matter. I shouldn't have drank that much and I'm sorry," he repeats and I wish he would stop saying sorry. It makes it sound like we almost did something wrong when in reality I don't think we did.

"Lucas," I frown and shake my head as I stand up and spin on my right foot so I'm in front of him. Very much aware when my leg grazes against his. "Please stop saying sorry," I plead and he looks down. "We were having a shitty day and we went out and we ran into a friend and we had a few drinks and talked about it. Why is that wrong? Why is that a bad thing?"

"Because you're my student, Brooke."

"God, just forget that part," I toss my hands up, honestly thinking if that is the big reason he feels so guilty I want him to stop.

"I can't forget that part," his eyes lock on mine and mine pull confused. "I have to remember that part, Brooke," he stresses and it makes my stomach flip a fraction. Maybe I'm not as screwed up as I think.

"Luke…" I reach to touch his cheek nervously and watch him swallow hard. "I…" I open my mouth to speak but I don't know what to say. I want to say something. I just don't have a clue what that something is.

"I need to get to class," he jerks up suddenly and grabs my hand from his face.

"Lucas, no wait, just…just wait a second."

"I need to get to class, Miss Davis," his tone harsh and I feel an uncomfortable chill run down my spine. "I suggest you do the same," his eyes dip in the corners and I frown dropping my hand to my side.

"Ok," I toss that hand up and grab my stuff. "Alright," I storm past him and he catches my arm.

"Brooke…"

"We have class, Mr. Scott," I hiss out his name and storm away from him. "Don't be shocked if I'm absent from yours," I call behind me and hear him sigh as I storm down the hall and to my first period. Lucky this damn school is letting me cheer or I'd skip the whole damn day.


"Brooke," Haley heads toward me as I sit by the gym and work on some homework I should have done yesterday. "What are you doing?"

"Working on some homework," I tap my pen to the pad and she nods standing before me. "What's up, Hales?"

"Nothing, I just…" she looks around and releases a long sigh before dropping down beside me. "Brooke, look I just wanted to say that I know things suck," she looks at me and my brow arches upward. "And I know you were really upset last week and I didn't want to push it but I also didn't want to ignore the fact you were sad."

"Hales…"

"I just want you to know I'll listen anytime you want to talk. No rushes, of course, but you're, like, truly one of my only friends," she shrugs and stares off with a distant look.

"You're one of my only friends too," I slap my hand on top of hers and force a smile. "I'm fine, Hales. Just was a really bad day."

"Ok," she looks at me and I can tell she really doesn't believe that, but at the same time really isn't going to push it. "Well, ready to go to class?"

"Umm…" I go to speak and the gym door pushes open and Lucas…oh excuse me Mr. Scott and Nathan step out with a laugh. A laugh that quickly dies out when they spot us.

"Hey Brooke," Nathan greets before his eyes trail over to an already blushing Haley. "Hales…"

"Nathan," Haley gives an awkward smile and I look down with a smile. She is so cute sometimes. "What's…up?"

"Nothing, about to head to class," he tells her and I look up at Lucas to see him staring at me and I roll my eyes and arch a brow making him look away.

"Oh so were we," I jump up and pull Haley up with me. "But I totally forgot my book in my locker. Why don't you walk with Hales?" I knock my hip into my friend's and her eyes widen and head snaps over at me. "Don't want her getting lost."

"I know where the class is, Brooke. You don't have to walk with me, Nathan," she looks over at him and I resist slugging her. Really Hales? Really?

"We are going the same way," Nathan waves his hand forward and Haley nervously bites on her lip.

"Uh, ok," she bounces on her feet and I nod at her to go. "See you in a few, Brooke. Mr. Scott," she pauses a moment longer before spinning on her feet and following the tall boy.

Go Brooke. High five to you.

"Won't be seeing me," I mutter spinning on my feet and toward the parking lot.

"Brooke," I hear Lucas behind me and instantly his hand latches onto my wrist yanking me to face him. "Brooke, wait. Where are you going?"

"I told you," I yank my wrist back and send him a glare. "I'm not going to class."

"You can't just skip class, Brooke," Lucas hisses and I feel the anger build. "Brooke, I can't just allow you to skip class."

"Oh come off it, Mr. Scott," I stress his name and his eyes narrow on me. "What are you going to do? Tell on me? I mean really?"

"Yes really!" he snaps and my hands plant on my hips as I stand challenging him. "Shit, I don't even know why we are fighting right now!" he throws his hands up and eyes slant as I swear I feel smoke coming from my ears.

"Because you almost kissed me," I hiss shoving my finger in his face and watch his mouth set into a straight line and his eyes slip into a harden glare. "And we both know it," I stand toe to toe to him and watch about a million things flash through his mind.

"Brooke…" he breathes out after a long pause and I feel my heart slam into my chest. "I…fuck…" he runs a hand through his hair and takes a sudden step back. "What am I supposed to say?"

"Nothing! Just admit it instead of avoiding it for a week and then pulling me into the classroom and completely talking in circles and giving some bullshit answers for what you did. Or almost did."

"Brooke, we…we had been drinking and you are my student. That shouldn't have happened or almost happened."

"Then don't put yourself in situations where that might happen," I growl and his eyes close. "That's not fair to me. That's not fair to either of us. I'm attracted to you, Luke," I take a step forward and resist reaching up to touch him. "And I'm greatly aware to that and to the fact I'm not the only one who feels those feelings," I whisper out and he looks down at the ground a moment before flicking his eyes up to meet mine.

"I can't say anything to that, Brooke, I can't," he shakes his head and I take a step back.

"Then just…don't treat me different than other students. If you can't say anything…then don't do what you have been doing," I toss my hands up and spin on my feet back toward the school.

"Brooke," he chases after me and again his hand plants on my arm and I try to ignore my stomach bubbling up. "Look, I'm sorry," he says and I look away from him and breath out slowly. "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have done what I did."

"I'm not mad about what you almost did, Lucas," I frown and his head drops and his eyes cut up to mine. "I'm mad I let myself once again get put in some stupid situation."

"Maybe…maybe we should just not spend time around each other for a while," he suggests and I hate this feeling in me that wants to yell no to that. That I don't want to not talk to him because other than Haley he is like my only friend. "You, I doubt teachers are supposed to hang out with students this much anyway."

"Yeah," I frown and bite hard on my lip and try to ignore all the feelings in me. "But…" I pause a moment and give a tight smile. "Just for the record, I didn't get kicked out of school for sleeping with my teacher," I tell him and his face honestly doesn't change. "I slept with him, but…but he was a student teacher and…and that wasn't what happened."

"You don't have to explain yourself to me, Brooke."

"I just really want you to know that, Lucas…I mean, Mr. Scott," I bounce up on my foot and spin to head toward class. Maybe I won't skip today, but I really wish I could.


Sorry so short, just wanted this chapter out of the way before starting the next one. Obviously, that is how things work. Chapter before a chapter, haha. But I'm working on it now, so it should be up decently quick. Hope you all enjoy!

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