'Where are you at?'
My text from Quinn read but I really didn't choice to care that much. I know I was supposed to meet her at lunch because we were supposed to go over a quiz I bombed but at this exact moment I didn't care. With Lucas's hands hiking up the skirt I had worn that day and his mouth completely assaulting my neck I didn't really care what anyone was wanting at that moment.
"Lucas…." I fist my hand through his blonde locks, his body positioned between my legs as I sat on some old wooden table in the janitor's closet. "Lucas, baby we- we have to go," I tell him, digging my nails into his neck making his hiss in my neck.
"We have a little longer," he pulls away from my neck, his lips completely swollen and his mouth again slamming back into mine. "At least five more minutes," his hands slide up under my skirt and grip the sides of my panties.
"We can't," I grab onto his wrist to stop him. "As much as I wish we could and trust me I do," my body quivers just at the thought and feelings he sent my body through this weekend. "But we don't have time."
"Stupid school," he grumbles taking a step back from me, my body missing the warmth of him pressed against me. "It sucks."
"I know, you poor baby," I tease, sliding off the desk and fixing my skirt and top. "Do I have a mark?" I tilt my head to the side, knowing having to explain that to Quinn and Clay would be a little difficult.
"No, but if you want one I can give you one," he smirks taking a step forward and placing his hands on my hips.
"Down boy," I push my hand to his chest and he chuckles. "Ok, let's make you look normal," I run my hands to fix his hair.
"Normal as in not trying to fuck my girl in the closet?" he raises a brow and I blush a little.
"Like I would ever let you get that far," I joke, adjusting his shirt and collar. "Now don't you look cute?"
"You're cute," he grins, leaning in kissing me one last time.
"Ok, now I have to go meet up with Quinn. Try to contain the urge of jumping me in public," I smirk and he lets out a deep chuckle.
"Oh whatever, I know you completely ogle me when I'm in gym. Don't try to fight it Brooke, I've seen it."
"You sure you aren't seeing someone else? Like I don't know, Theresa or the million other little underclassmen who would dream of being with, the Lucas Scott?"
"Well clearly you should feel honored," his cocky grin making me roll my eyes.
"I'm ignoring you now," I grab my bag off the ground and slide passed him. "See you in gym," I wink, turning the handle and sliding out of the room before Lucas can make another move. Tossing a glance around the hallway, I see a teacher walk into his classroom and when it was clear gave the closet door a knock before skipping down the hall to my locker. I hear the open and closing of the room I just walked out of and the heavy footsteps down the hall.
Rounding the corner I went over to my dark blue locker and spun the dial before popping it open. The day was slowly starting to drag on and I wished it over. I hate days like this, days when you roll out of bed to find a downpour outside and you get completely soaked on your way into the school. Plus this morning I got a text from my parents saying they wouldn't be returning until Thursday and that kinda sucked. I knew that they were working hard to have us keep the life we have slowly grown use to but I missed them, I was use to them being around more.
"Jesus!" I jump when I shut my locker to find someone standing by me. "Damn it Felix, you scared the hell out of me," I place my hand to my heart hoping to slow down the racing.
"Sorry," he frowns a little and I just adjust my bag on my shoulder.
"Don't worry about it," I shake my head, sliding passed him and heading towards the lunchroom.
"Where are you going?" he catches up, him falling instep with me.
"Lunch," I answer simply not getting why he is around me. I honestly don't care to talk to the guy, not after he was a drunken ass and called me a bitch. I hate that word.
"That's cool," he looks down at the ground, his hands resting in his pockets.
"Oh thrilling," I turn the corner, thanking the lunchroom for being right there so I can get away from this awkward walk.
"Brooke…" Felix grabs my wrist when I spin in the room, mind already set to take off and disappear in the group of people.
"What Felix?" I pull my arm away and cross them over my chest. "What do you want?"
"I wanted to say sorry about this weekend. I was drinking and didn't mean to come across as an ass," he apologizes and I really can't tell if he is being sincere or not, but honestly I don't care.
"Well apology accepted, see ya," I spin back around but again he jumps in front of me cutting me off.
"Brooke come on, I'm being serious here," his eyes seeming to be pleading.
"Felix…" I roll my head back, looking to my right to see Lucas and Clay sitting at a table across the way. Everyone around them are having some laugh about something, but I see Lucas's eyes locked on me and when he nods his head at Clay, my brother looks over his shoulder at me and I see his eyes darken. I know that look; it's not a good look.
"Remember when we skipped class? That was fun right? I mean we just kinda hung out," he reminds me and I turn my head back to look at him.
"Yes Felix it was fun, but it wasn't fun having you being a jackass to me and then calling me a bitch for no reason," my tone being a lot harsher then I meant to. It's just the whole thing really annoyed me, again not because I had any sort of thing for Felix but because it really struck and old nerve I thought I had gotten over.
"Can we start over?" he sighs, running his hand through his hair. "You know like Friday didn't happen?"
"Fine," I answer quickly when I see Clay slowly left from his seat and start walking over to us. "We can start over, it didn't happen but Felix I really need to go."
"See ya later then? Maybe hang out in gym or something?" he offers when I slowly start backing away.
"I don't know Felix, I'll think about it ok?" I give him only the thing I could thing to offer and he let out a disappointed nod before slowly walking back out of the lunchroom. "Crap," my back slams into what feels like a brick wall and my body jerks forward, a strong arm wrapping around my waist to keep me from falling down.
"What was he wanting?" I cringe slightly at the harsh tone, turning to look into his dark eyes.
"Oh just saying hello," I play it off with a shrug and smile. "You finish lunch already?"
"Brooke…" he growls, his eyes burning into mine that I fidget.
"Bubba don't look at me like that, it creeps me out," I tease but his lip just twitches up proving his isn't amused. "Clay," I frown shaking my head. "It was just a talk, no big deal. I can take care of myself," I remind him but know it's no use.
Sunday I was on the phone with Quinn and telling her all about what had gone on with Felix. She thought he was cute and sweet but then saw how drunk he was and said after she saw us talking I disappeared for the rest of the night and she was worried. Well I told her I just went and hung out at the beach because I didn't want to be around anyone because Felix had become a huge asshole. I wasn't going to tell her really what I did. She wouldn't understand and even if I love and trust my best friend more than anything, Lucas and I decided not to tell anyone and she counted as someone.
However after about twenty minutes of her yelling at me going at night to a beach alone she calmed down and I told her everything. From the small bet, to the things he said, to him getting drunk, making out with half the girls there and coming to me and calling me a bitch. See I didn't know big brother was coming up to ask me what I wanted for dinner and he heard everything.
Big brother was pissed.
He made a promise a long time back after him, that he would never let anyone hurt me again or talk to me like that I think it just sent him over the edge and any friendship they might have had quickly vanished.
"It's my job to take care of you," he informs me and I just look down not wanting to argue with him. "Now come on," he slides his arm over my shoulder. "You're going to eat with me; I don't want any more tools bothering you."
"Clay, I'm supposed to meet with Quinn," I tell him, slipping my arm around his waist. "I have to go over a quiz."
"Yeah well we will just have Quinn come over here," his eyes scan around the room, spotting my friend and nodding her head towards us. "Because I want you with me, got it?" he looks down at me, the mood and the tone he gives I know that it will just be easier to listen.
"I'm fine," I tell him one last time as we walk.
"Didn't think you weren't," he looks down, kissing the top of my head. "I just like to feel all big and tough sometimes. Let me have my moment," he jokes and I laugh a little.
"Alright," I shake my head. "I love you Clayton Richard Davis."
"And I love you Brooke Penelope Davis," I slap his chest for using that god awful middle name I hate. "Guys," we approach his table that I've never sat at before. Clay and Lucas like I've mentioned before run into a crowd that I never entered and though Clay doesn't really shun me or anything our friends are just different. "This is my sister Brooke," he tells them, a few confused faces happening. "And she will sit with us," he tells them, giving the guys I know almost a secret warning.
Brothers. Pshh.
"Here you go Brooke," Lucas slides his bag out of the chair beside him and dropping it to the ground, before turning back to some conversation that I recognize from the football team.
"Thanks," I walk around to table to sit down next to him.
"So you bombed a test?" Clay pokes around the meat on his tray.
"Not a test, a quiz," I tell him thinking that it completely different. "Don't eat that," I push the tray away from him. "I don't think it's even real food."
"Brooke…" he groans and I dig through my bag and toss him a bag of chips in front of him. "Sissy!" his whole face lights up. "You should eat with my more often," he ruffles my hair and I slap his hand.
"Hello," Quinn plops down in front of me, next to Clay I might add. "So are you ever going to go over this quiz?" she kinks a brow and I growl, digging into my own bag of chips. "Thanks," she takes one I offer.
"No prob, but I thought about it and decided I'm not in the mood for- shit!" I jump up in my seat when without warning I have some warm hand creeping up my leg.
"Brooke you ok?" Clay, along with half the table around us turn to look at me, Lucas completely calm beside me, just keeps on talking to football guy.
"Fine," I swallow hard, looking down at his hand before back at the people in front of me. "Completely fine," I slam my thighs together, trapping his hand as it was about to go under my skirt. "But as I was saying I'm not in the…the mood," I rest my elbow on the table, and sliding closer to the edge so my stomach is pushed against the edge and rest my chin in my hand.
"You sure?" she looks at me completely confused and I nod.
"Oh yes," I chew on my bottom lip, Lucas prying my legs apart before continuing his trail upward.
"Ok well maybe I can come by later and we can work on it. Oh did I tell you that…" and the rest of the conversation becomes almost a haze. I try to give input, I try to act like I hear every word she is saying but I can't because I'm not.
At this very moment Lucas Scott has his hand up my skirt and toying with my panties with my brother on the other side of the table. I lift my drink up for a long sip but as soon as the straw reaches my lips something else slips inside of me. I swallow hard, I grip my can, I chew the hell out of the inside of my cheek anything to concentrate on that isn't him.
I don't want to, I swear I really don't but for some reason I find myself sliding more in my chair just to plunge him deeper inside of me. It feels good, so good but it feels so wrong. I'm in a cafeteria with hundreds of kids around, teachers included I must add and this is happening. I'm letting this happen.
"God," I groan, looking down and holding my can to the side of my head as I close my eyes. I'm going to kill him, completely destroy him and I swear to god if Clay pays any attention to me he will tell something is up and then he will kill Lucas; thank god he has Quinn giggling at something I don't care at the moment to know about. But what is Lucas doing? Well other then finger fucking me with my brother here? Well he is smirking, Lucas Scott and that damn smirk. The asshole is smirking!
"I need a coke," Clay stands up and I jerk my head up to look at him, quickly feeling the emptiness inside me. "Want anything?" he looks at me and I shake my head no, looking to see one of Lucas's hands holding his drink as the other is fiddling with a napkin on his tray.
"Brooke are you sure you are ok?" I snap back over to Quinn who is looking at me. "You're looking a little… flushed, do you feel alright?"
"Perfect," my voice sounds more like a croak than anything and she gives me a questionable look letting me know she doesn't at all believe me.
"Alight," she grabs some candy from the little purple bag in front of her and popping some in her mouth. "Shoot, I need some more. Want anything? No alright, be right back," she skips out of her seat and down the aisle into one of the little halls that have the vending machines. A hall my big brother had just gone down, I need to look more into that.
"I hate you," I hiss over to Lucas, who just chuckles and turns away from football guy I still haven't caught the name of. "I'm not kidding; I hope you die a very painful death, one that I get to partake in."
"Hey, don't be like that," he points at me and I swear I want to bite his freaking finger.
"Don't tell me how to be Lucas," I growl, snatching my stuff off the floor. "I swear to god Clay suspects anything and I will personally chop of your balls myself," I stump off, the distant chuckle of him making me even madder.
Asshole!
I wonder what Felix was doing with Brooke earlier? It really pisses me off that he was talking to her because I know him and I know his game and I know I don't like it. Yeah Clay went over in all big brother mode and took care of it but it doesn't change he isn't always around and Felix is persistent. If there is something he wants he goes for it and in lunch he was definitely going for it.
Lunch, oh lunch. Now wasn't that a fun period?
I don't know why I did it, I'm not really sure but it was fun. Yes it sucks I didn't get to do what I wanted to do but I did get to tease he a bit and that's always a joy for me. However I do think I pissed her off a bit and if that's the case, is it bad it was kinda a turn on? I think Brooke's spunky little attitude is what drew me to her in the first place and it really is cute.
Yes I really don't want her pissed right now, not when we are in the beginning stages of everything. Maybe in a few weeks when I know what makes her tick and what makes her body cave so when she is pissed I can just touch her or kiss her there and she get over it but not now. Right now I really don't know much about her body other than I very much enjoy touching it. But I do need to talk to her.
Which is why I'm standing here in gym, waiting for her to come in; so I can pull her aside and tell her; sorry. What a lame word.
"Hello," I slide in front of her as soon as she enters.
"I'm not talk to you," she scoots passed me but I clearly don't listen and just grab her wrist pulling us into a secluded corner. "Lucas…" she growls, yanking her arms away.
"I love it when you growl at me," I tease and her eyes smolder with hate. "You're so cute," I lean in kissing her nose and she pulls back.
"Stop, I'm seriously mad at you," she pouts and I can't help but grin.
"I'm sorry," I poke out my bottom lip and she sends me a glare. "I won't ever do it again."
"Well I want you to do it again," she mumbles, trailing her finger slowly up and down my chest. "Just not ever with my brother around," she pinches my stomach and I cringe.
"That really hurt," I rub the sore spot on my chest.
"Yeah? Well imagine what Clay would have done if he caught you and your little game."
"You're no fun," I frown and she giggles.
"Lucas," she lets out a deep groan that even makes me shiver.
"Yeah?" I swallow hard when she runs her left hand down my chest and slipping in the front of my jeans. "Brooke…" I growl as her fingers grazes over me. "What are you doing?" I groan dropping my head to the wall behind her and she giggles.
"Hmm…" her hand slips through into my boxers and I feel my body react as her nails barely touch me, a chill racing down my spine. "Oh god Lucas, I really can't wait to feel you," she trails kisses up my neck and bites down on my earlobe.
"Brooke…" I yank in a sharp breath as she strokes me back and forth a few times, my body completely reacting to her now.
"Mmm…" she tosses her head back, her hair flying over her shoulder as she kisses up the other side of my neck, sucking and biting ever so lightly. "Now you enjoy gym class," her hand yanks from my pants and she sends me a wink before skipping off.
"Hey!" I yell down the hall and she spins around, an accomplished grin plastered on her face. "What am I supposed to do about this?" I wave my hand to my lower half.
"Hmm…" she taps her chin like she is actually pondering the thought. "I'm sure you can think of something, see ya later gorgeous," she blows me a kiss and skips away, leaving me alone to deal with my problem.
Bitch.
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