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"You screwed up Davis" Lucas smirked, sitting by her with a beer bottle in one hand
"Oh how classy, drunk Lucas telling me off when hes done way worse" Brooke snarled, tilting her head to look at him
"Oh sorry, when did I kiss Haley?" Lucas asked, sarcastically
"Oh sorry, who told their wifes best friend you love her?" Brooke retorted,
"I was drunk"
"Your always drunk Luke, forgive me if that excuse no longer works"
"I didn't mean it" Lucas said, and frowned as this was met with a raspy laugh from Brooke
"What crappy excuse next Luke? You thought I was Peyton?" Brooke couldn't help but laugh
"Trying to destroy two marriages today Brooke?"
"Im used to harsh comments from you Luke, so forgive me if I don't rise to the bait"
"And whats that meant to mean?"
"You cheating on me with my best friend maybe?"
"I said I was sorry"
"Does that justify you doing it?"
"I couldn't-" Lucas started
"What, couldn't control it? Was Peyton a magnet or something? Could you not of kissed her AFTER we broke up"
"That was one kiss, she was loosing blood, I cant believe your bringing this up!" Lucas frowned, forgetting to take a swig of his beer, which until now, he seemed to be doing every 5 seconds
"Well I cant believe your looking at me like some filthy slut, you made me this way Luke!" Brooke shouted, even though he was right next to her
"What?" Lucas asked, alarmed..how was this..his fault?
"Cheating on me with my best friend when I thought I was secure, I thought we were gonna get frickin married Luke!" Brooke shouted again, pushing his chest
"What, so the fact you've had more men then ive had socks is my fault?" Lucas cruelly asked, and Brooke pushed him again, standing up, he stood up too, and she pounded his chest
"Take that back you drunk ass!" Brooke squeaked
"Im sorry ok, im frickin sorry for all of it!" Lucas shouted, finally finding his voice
"What?" Brooke asked, quietly
"Im sorry for cheating, im sorry for screwing you over, but that does not mean you can screw over every man you've met!" Lucas scowled, and carried on
"Chase, Clay, Julian, they worship the ground you walk on clearly Brooke, but thats not good enough for you, you just have to screw them over the same way me and Nathan screwed you over, just so you feel like your in on the deal" Lucas said, looking into her eyes for the first time, the brown meeting the blue
"Oh, so you can say that yet you treat my best friend like crap, and you cant notice how upset she is? thats the big deal your trying to cover up here Luke, so stop trying to pretend you care about Haley and Nate and start brooding again, its much more your style!" Brooke retorted, nastily
"I do not treat Peyton like crap" Lucas said, in a warning tone
"What, is the silent treatment whats in these days? stumbling home and telling the best friend you love her?" Brooke goaded him
"How do you know anything about relationships..how can you give advice" Lucas asked her, pretending to look confused, and stumbling when Brooke pushed him again
"You know, I could risk everything for you..but right now, your nothing to me Luke..your dead to me" Brooke choked, through a sudden set of tears
"Oh come on, thats how we are, fire with fire, don't-" Lucas started, watching her cry
"And its not healthy Luke..I don't like fighting, I want a normal life, normal relationship, not some sordid crappy affair" Brooke spat
"I never said-" Lucas tried again
"No, you denied everything, as usual, your being a coward" Brooke quietly sniffed, and started walking off
"Well your a coward, thats why your alone!" Lucas shouted..he knew it was a inexplicably cheap shot, but he couldn't lose her
"And whys that?" Brooke screamed
"You cant blame it all on me!" Lucas shouted
"Watch me Luke..you freakin watch me..and from now on, DONT TALK TO ME" Brooke screeched at him, her tears obvious, her choked sobs getting even more prominent
"FINE!" Lucas shouted, and sunk back into the sand..Brooke Davis was impossible
"I need a bottle of wine and no questions" Brooke said, to whatever barman was looking scared of her at TRIC
"Are you-" the barman started, he was young, innocent, not corrupt like her
"Just give me some wine" Brooke snarled, on the verge of loosing her short trail of patience
"Hey buster, i'll take this one" said a kind, familiar voice
"Chase?" Brooke guessed, lifting her head from her arms and frowning
"I guess you've heard about my crappy day?" Brooke asked, looking at him
"I have and Brooke..not everyones agaisn't you" Chase said, leaning on the bar thoughtfully
"What?" Brooke asked, distracted
"I know Nathan Scott, hes a predator. It wasn't all your fault" Chase smiled, casually
"Why is everyone acting like it is then?" Brooke asked, tears threatening to ruin her "I don't care" facade
"Because its the rule isn't it, girls slated, boys rated" Chase shrugged
"Thats aload of crap" Brooke replied, rolling her eyes, and tapping the bar as if a drink would appear there, then suddenly Chase slid a glass in front of her
"On the house" he muttered
"And I know its a load of crap, but its the way people think. Give them time Brooke"
"But why is it just me? Why isn't Nathan getting crap?"
"Brooke, don't you understand, your painted as the bad guy here..Nathan didn't know about Clay, nobody did, then you with Nathan, at the party.." he started, and watched Brooke look steadily more annoyed "im not saying its right, but people speculate to accumulate, and often get the wrong answer" Chase said, diplomatically
"Well they should learn to get the truth" Brooke snarled
"And how many times have you listened to rumours over the truth?" Chase asked her
"Like, never" Brooke responded, immediately
Chase chuckled softly "We know thats not true"
"So what, your saying this is karma?" Brooke asked, getting evermore ratty..Chase was now laughing, what was the joke, where was the hilarious punchline? Chase seemed to of sensed how snappy she had become aswell
"No Brooke, im just saying give the situation a day or two"
"And sleep in a house with Peyt and Luke.." Brooke growled, moaning slightly
"Like it or lump it Davis, because your gonna need your friends" Chase responded, with a weak smile.
"What friends?" Brooke sighed
"Peytons your best friend..don't let this make you isolate yourself" Chase encouraged her
"Since when did you become a therapist?" Brooke asked, slightly amused
"Since I became a barman, perk of the job, listening to wronged damsels in distress..they don't usually get free drinks though" Chase said, with a coy wink..and then he left Brooke alone, with her thoughts..