I sincerely apologize for taking over a year to update this story. I deserve to be stoned! (Not getting high, but stones thrown at me :)) Today, I finally found the inspiration to continue this story. It is my baby. However, I will understand if no one has an interest in it anymore!
There are quite a few things brought up in this chapter that I hope you like, but I am kind of nervous about. I think this chapter puts at about halfway done. But, finally, you get a little bit of insight into why Lucas really is the way he is.
Chapter Title is from All-American Rejects
I hope you enjoy!
Opening night of Tric was going great. The music was blasting, the place was packed, and Lucas and Haley couldn't wipe the smiles from their faces. Finally, their ideas had come to life and it was a true success. Lucas had never felt as proud about something as he did about all of the work he put into the club, and when Karen wrapped her arms tightly around him, he for once knew he did something good.
The dance floor was packed with dancing teenagers. Even Peyton had managed to show up, even though she was stoned out of her mind. Lucas sat at a table with the girl he, for the longest time, considered his only friend. She kept giggling uncontrollably, and for once, he found it annoying instead of enticing. He wondered if he would ever want to be like that again.
Haley soon joined them, and then so did Brooke. Lucas could almost feel the glares from all of the guys in the club as he was surrounded by three pretty hot girls. Yet, there was only one that really caught his interest. And he wasn't even sure if he was exactly comfortable with that. He didn't join in much of the conversations they were having, since it was mainly about who looked good or not, and which girls were slutty or not, but he found himself smiling and laughing along a lot.
"Oh my god!" Haley exclaims, and the other three looked at her as though she was crazy. "Nathan!" She pointed towards the entrance and shot up out of her seat, knocking Brooke out of her way as she raced for her boyfriend.
"Well," Brooke spoke as she got back into her seat, "I see how important we are."
"Great," Lucas rolled his eyes.
"What?" Brooke asked. "Isn't he your brother?"
"The last time these two were at a party together," Peyton pointed at Lucas, "there was a throw down."
"You don't get along with your brother?" Brooke asked, and Lucas shook his head. "How come?"
"Long story," he shrugged, not able to take his eyes off the beautiful brunette.
"Both are jealous over the attention they don't get from their daddy," Peyton rolled her eyes.
"Hey, Brooke," Lucas spoke up, ignoring Peyton, "you want to," he cleared his throat and started to blush. "You want to, um, dance or something?"
"Oh god," Peyton rolled her eyes. "Seriously? You dance?"
"Sure," Brooke nodded.
"You two are not leaving me here by myself," Peyton objected.
"We'll be back," Lucas assured her and stood up. He led Brooke onto the dance floor.
Lucas stood kind of awkwardly, not really knowing what to do. He'd always been so confident around girls, but Brooke was different. He could act cocky and smart mouthed, but when it came to actually doing something, he felt shy and timid. Brooke must have noticed his hesitance, because she stepped closer to him and started swaying her hips along to the music. He matched her rhythm and let her dance all around him.
Brooke was mesmerizing. Her dark chocolate locks flowed freely over her shoulders and down her back. His curvy hips swayed sensually along to the music. Her arms hung freely over her head. Her lips parted, and her eyes closed. Lucas still could not take his eyes off her.
He tried very hard to sway along with her, but he found himself watching more than dancing. He had never wanted to wrap his arms around anyone in his entire life as much as he did Brooke. Her full lips were parted and he could almost imagine the way they would feel against his. What was it about Brooke Davis that made him forget everything he hated to do? From touching to wanting to be intimate, he wanted it all with her.
Three songs played before the two needed a break. He took her up to the bar and bought a drink for both of them.
"This is pretty great, Lucas," Brooke said. "Thank you for letting me be a part of it."
"It was Haley who invited you along," Lucas shrugged. "I'm glad you're here, though."
"Me too," she nodded.
"Listen, I'm sorry about the way things went down that night," Lucas looked down at his drink, afraid to match her eyes.
"It's fine," Brooke told him. "You revealed something that was really private, that you really didn't want to do. I understand."
He finally looked up, and saw her smiling at him. He smiled back. "It's kind of weird that I did. I don't really like…being…close to…anyone."
She put a hand on his arm and squeezed. "I'm glad you chose me."
"Me too," he nodded. "You want to go outside for a minute and get some air?"
"Sure."
Lucas grabbed her hand and led her through a crowd of people and outside. The night air was humid and warm, but it was refreshing compared to the air in the club. The loud music from inside was muffled, and they could actually hear each other.
"How come you and Nathan don't get along?" Brooke asked.
"Honestly?" Lucas asked. "I'm not sure," he shrugged. "I, um, when I was little I had to move in with my dad and his mom and he just never liked me being there. When I didn't live with them, we got along."
"Why'd you have to move in with them?" Brooke asked. Lucas was afraid she'd get to that question, because he had never answered it before. He had never talked about what happened to his mom with anyone. But, for some reason, he felt okay sharing it with Brooke.
"Um, my mom was murdered," he said timidly.
Brooke gasped and covered her mouth. "Oh, Lucas, I am so sorry for asking. I should learn to shut my big mouth sometimes."
"It's okay," Lucas shrugged. "Besides, I kind of like you opening your big mouth," he smirked.
"Are you hitting on me, Lucas Scott?" She leaned into him.
"Maybe I am," Lucas said, grabbing her arm and pulling her against his chest, finally finding the confidence he usually had. "Are you okay with that?"
She nodded her head, and Lucas smiled. Slowly, he leaned in and lightly brushed his lips against hers. It had been so long since he had kissed someone, but he was sure he had never experienced the tingles he felt from her lips. They pulled back for a moment to look at each other, and then crashed their lips together once again. This had never felt as good for Lucas.
His put his hands on her hips, and she put hers around his neck. Their tongues met. Something about it felt so right for Lucas, he didn't want to stop. He pressed her up against the brick wall behind them, and his knee parted her legs. One of her legs wrapped around his as their mouths battled for control. Lucas put his hands on her flat stomach, and slowly they found their way beneath her shirt. Her skin was soft, and it felt good beneath his palms. He inched them up, until they were cupping her bra covered chest. Brooke moaned as he kneaded them.
"Lucas," Brooke gasped. She pulled at his shoulders and her lips clung to his mouth. "Lucas, wait," she breathed out, pulling back slightly. "Wait," she tried to catch her breath, as did Lucas. "You're not even my boyfriend," she tried to reason.
"Do you want me to be?" He asked, kissing her jaw.
"Lucas," she said again, "we can't do this out here in the open."
Lucas sighed, but he agreed. He didn't want the first time he enjoyed sex to be up against a building with anyone who wanted to watching. He buried his face into her neck, and nodded. Although, he couldn't bring himself to back away from the beautiful girl.
"You're right, pretty girl," he whispered. He pulled away from her and looked into her eyes. "You never answered my question."
"How about you take me on a date first?" she countered shrugging her eyebrows.
"How about tomorrow?" He asked.
"Okay," she shrugged. "I thought you didn't like sex?"
"I never have before," he leaned in and kissed her again. "You want to go back to the party?"
"Not really," she smirked, "but, I suppose we have to."
Lucas chuckled, but grabbed her hand and led her back inside. The club was still packed, but Peyton was no longer around. They went back to their table, where Haley was now sitting by herself. Brooke took a seat and Lucas sat next to her.
"Where's Nathan?" Lucas asked Haley.
"Who cares," she shrugged her shoulders, but didn't look up at him. "He's an arrogant prick."
"Uh oh, what happened?" Brooke asked.
"He got mad at me for hanging out with Lucas," Haley spoke, obviously still pissed off. "He said I've been slumming it since he's been gone and that he didn't approve."
"Did you break up with him?" Brooke asked.
"No," Haley sighed. "He didn't mean it. At least, I don't think he did. He'll cool off by tomorrow."
"Are you okay?" Lucas asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Haley gave him a fake smile. "Wait a minute," she eyed the two sitting across from her. "Something happened between you two," she pointed at the two, giving them both suspicious looks.
"What?" Lucas asked.
"Yeah, what are you talking about?" Brooke blushed.
"Your hair is all ruffled, and your lips are swollen," Haley pointed out. "Oh my god, Lucas, I thought you said you didn't like sex!" Haley gasped. Both Lucas and Brooke blushed.
"We didn't have sex!" Brooke hissed. "Geez, what kind of girl do you think I am?"
"We're going on a date tomorrow," Lucas said, although, he wasn't sure why.
"That's nice, you guys. I'm happy for you," Haley smiled.
"I'm sorry," Lucas looked down at the table, afraid to look in Haley's eyes. "I didn't know hanging out with me would cause a fight between you and Nathan."
"Don't apologize, Lucas," Haley shook her head. "It's not our fault your brother is an ass."
"If you want to get out of here, I can clean up once we close," Lucas offered.
"Yeah, and I'll help," Brooke chimed in.
"Really?" Haley asked.
"Yeah," Brooke nodded. "I don't know what's wrong with your boyfriend, I don't think Lucas is all that bad." Brooke turned and winked at Lucas.
"Not that bad?" Lucas asked. "So, you're saying I am kinda bad?"
"Well, I did meet you while you were doing community service," she smirked.
"I am never going to live that down, am I?" Lucas chuckled.
"Okay," Haley said, breaking in between the banter. "I'm going to get going. Maybe I can catch Nathan."
"Go give him hell, Haley," Brooke cheered as Haley stood up and said good-bye.
The night went by fast, and Lucas found himself enjoying Brooke's company more and more. Once Tric was closed, and everyone was gone, the two started to clean. Lucas took his time, because he knew the sooner they got done, the sooner he would have to say good-bye to Brooke. Brooke made sure to make fun of him for being so slow, but Lucas didn't mind. He liked being teased by her. After they were done, they set u plans for their date, and went their separate ways.
The next morning, Keith woke him up. "Someone's at the door for you," he grumbled. "The next time, just let the girl stay the night so I don't get woken up at the ass crack of dawn. I need my beauty sleep," he scolded as he shuffled back to his room.
Lucas chuckled, and threw on a white t-shirt. A smile was plastered on his face as he figured it was Brooke at the door. When he got their, his smile faded away into a deep frown. It was Haley. And she didn't look very good. Her eyes were red and puffy, and her hair was a mess. She had obviously not gotten any sleep the night before. Lucas let her inside, and led her to the couch. She sniffled furiously, and then wiped her nose on her sleeve. Lucas cringed.
"Everything okay?" He asked, searching the room for some Kleenex.
"No!" She wailed, wiping at her nose again. Lucas went to the bathroom and grabbed a roll of toilet paper. He handed it to Haley. "Thanks," she said taking the roll from him. She pulled off a piece of the toilet paper, and dabbed her eyes.
"What's wrong?" Lucas asked, awkwardly sitting next to her. He had never had to comfort a crying girl before, and he wasn't sure what to do. Instead of answering him, she started sobbing uncontrollably. He hesitated, but then started rubbing a hand up and down her back. That was what Karen used to do for him when he was little. She leaned into Lucas' chest and continued to cry. He froze. He wasn't sure what to do. This was something he was definitely not good at.
"Um,-wh-what's wrong?" He stuttered, his arms raised in the air, not knowing what to do. He fumbled for a minute before wrapping both of his arms around her shaking body.
"N-Nathan," she stammered. "I-I caught him-" she cried some more, "he was having s-sex with someone else," she bawled, clinging to the front of Lucas' shirt.
"What?" Lucas asked. Damn, he knew his brother was an asshole, but he thought he was different with Haley.
"He always said he respected me and sex didn't matter," she cried.
"Shh," Lucas tried to comfort her. "It's okay. I'm right here."
"It was Peyton," she sobbed loudly.
"Peyton?" Lucas asked incredulously. "Peyton?" he asked again, skepticism in his voice.
"I wouldn't have believed it either if I hadn't seen it."
Lucas tried to rock her back and forth as she cried into his chest. He grew angrier the more she cried. He had always known Nathan to be an ass, and always figured he'd show his true colors to Haley some day. But, Peyton? Peyton had been hanging out with Haley for the last couple of days, and she seemed cool with Haley. How could she sleep with Haley's boyfriend, and Lucas' hated brother? Lucas rocked her back and forth for a while longer, before she tried to regain some composure. She sat up, and wiped her nose with toilet paper.
"Do you want me to call Brooke and have her come over?" He asked, and she nodded. He called Brooke, and asked her to come over. "She'll be here in twenty." Haley nodded. He got up and turned the TV on for her while he went back to his room to change into some khaki shorts and a t-shirt. Keith caught him in the hallway before he could go back to Haley.
"She's not pregnant, is she?" Keith asked, his eyes narrowed.
"No!" Lucas exclaimed. "No," he spoke with more calm and shaking his head. "She's Nathan's girlfriend."
"Lucas," Keith said in a scolding manner, "I know you don't like your brother, but sleeping with his girlfriend? That's low for even a Scott."
"What? No!" Lucas fumbled. "It's not like that," he shook his head. "She caught Nathan sleeping with someone else last night. She's just my friend."
"Oh, okay then," Keith nodded. "Are you going to be occupying my living room much longer?" Lucas shrugged, looking oddly at his uncle. "I'll just go to the garage then." He turned to walk away.
"Wait a minute," Lucas stopped him. "Isn't it a bit hypocritical of you to lecture me about sleeping with my brother's girlfriend?" Keith looked questioningly at him. "I see the way you look at Karen. You mean to tell me you've never tried to sleep with your brother's wife?" Keith flushed a deep shade of red, and quickly turned around and walked away. Lucas chuckled.
He returned to the living room to find Haley staring blankly at the television. It was better than he crying uncontrollably. When Brooke arrived, her met her outside and explained the entire situation to her.
"Seriously?" Brooke scoffed. "I knew Peyton was a bitch, but I didn't know she was a home wrecking whore of a bitch," she exclaimed. "No wonder why you and your brother don't get along. You have morals and he doesn't!"
Lucas blushed a little, and couldn't help but think that she was wrong. He then led her inside, where she immediately went to Haley and wrapped her arms around her. Lucas stood back as Brooke comforted Haley, admiring the way she just automatically knew what to do. From the soothing words she said, to the threats against Nathan and Peyton, Lucas was fascinated. He also wondered if maybe Brooke knew exactly what to do and say because she had experienced something similar before.
"Brooke," Lucas caught her attention as she hugged Haley. She looked up over Haley's head. "You guys will be okay for a little bit while I go and…" he cleared his throat. "Get some pop?" He lied.
"Yeah, we'll be fine," she nodded.
Lucas took the car that Keith had started letting him use and went straight to Peyton's house. He needed to get some answers from the girl he considered his only friend for the longest time. Her parents weren't home, so he went straight up to her bedroom, where she was still asleep.
"Get up," he shook her bed. She groggily rolled over and blinked her eyes. "Peyton, we need to talk. Wake up!" He shook it again.
"What the fuck, Lucas?" She asked, opening her blood shot eyes.
"What the fuck did you think you were doing last night?" He seethed.
"What are you talking about?" She asked, groaning as she pulled a pillow over her face. "Close the blinds or something!"
"I'm talking about how you fucked my brother last night," he exclaimed, ripping the pillow form her face. "What were you thinking?"
"Go to hell, Lucas," she spat. "I can fuck whoever I want."
"Nathan?" He exclaimed. "My brother, who you fucking hated until last night, and Haley's boyfriend?"
"Whatever," she rolled over and pulled the blankets up. "I'm going back to sleep if all you're here to talk about is that lame ass shit."
Lucas ripped her covers form her bed. "I thought you hated him? I thought you liked Haley?" He yelled.
"Get out, Lucas," she ordered, trying to reach for her blankets. "Why don't you just fucking go back to Miss Happy Cheerleader and leave me the fuck alone?"
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" He seethed.
"It means," Peyton finally sat up, her nostrils flared. "I don't give a fuck about anything! I don't give a fuck if Haley was dating Nathan! I don't give a fuck that you're ditching me to hang out with goody two shoes and perfect cheerleader! What do you fucking care what I do? You don't even hang out with me anymore!"
"So, you were jealous I was spending more time with them and not you and slept with Nathan?" Lucas scoffed. "That's fucking low, Peyton, even for you!"
"I'm not jealous! I don't give a fuck, I told you that! But, if you think that you're turning over some new goddamn leaf and that your fascination with that giggly whore is reality, you're fucking kidding yourself! You're just like me, Lucas! A fuck up! A fucked up loser who enjoys getting blowed and wasted. In fact, I think you may be a little more fucked up than I am!"
"Fuck you, Peyton," Lucas hissed.
"Ha!" Peyton chuckled. "Did I hit a sore spot, Lucas? Had any nightmares lately?" She goaded.
Lucas cringed and regretted ever telling her, even if it was only one time, that he had those nightmares. "You're a fucking bitch!"
Peyton laughed again. "You're right," she agreed. "Tell me, Lucas, what was it like watching your mom being murdered? How is it that you saw everything happen, but can't tell the police who it was?"
"Shutup!" Lucas screamed. He had never told anyone that, and he had no idea how Peyton knew.
"People talk, Lucas," Peyton sighed, lying back down on the bed. "You think no one knows about your little well kept secrets, but guess what? Everyone does. That's probably why your dad hates you. You probably killed your own mother, and we all know Dan loved your whore of a mother more than lame ass Karen."
Lucas' blood boiled, and he swore if Peyton was a man he would have been on top of her, swinging until her face was a bloody pulp. Instead, he stormed from her room and out of her house. His lungs felt like they were collapsing, and he could barely breathe. He needed so bad to smoke a joint, or drink a bottle of liquor. But, he couldn't. He had two girls at his house that would be very disappointed if he went back high or drunk. Karen would be so upset with him, and Keith would probably kick him out. But, most of all, he was afraid he would screw up what he had going with Brooke.
He had never had so many people he could disappoint before.
A/N: Okay, so yes, Lucas witnessed his mother being murdered. Messed up, right? He was very young, too. Poor kid! But, next chapter Brooke and Lucas will go on their date! YAY! Aren't you proud he didn't go and get high after Peyton's cattiness?