Brooke's POV

So you know how earlier I said I wasn't going to that party tonight, well I change my mind. I changed it about the time I saw Lucas's mouth on that skanks. Am I jealous hell no, I don't give two shits who he kisses. What pisses me off is the fact he saw me, he saw me come out of the gym and I bet he assumes I was coming to check on him but I wasn't I just need air. It was all just coincidence he was out there.

But still he saw me and that pisses me off. So tonight I am going to tease him, I am going to tease the hell out of him because I know how to drive him crazy because as much as I hate to admit it I know him, I know him well. I know his turn on's and turn offs, I know that if you kiss him right above his collar bone and towards the bottom of his neck makes him let out a moan. I know that he loves being on top when we made fake love, I know that if you play with his hair he will doze off. He loves when a girl, well when I did it anyway, digs their nails deep in his back, he loves hot rough sex with hard thrusts and lip biting and where marks are left. But he also loves it slow, when it's gentle when the only word to describe it is making love.

With all I know I also know if I dance with another guy grind up all up on him he will get jealous. He will wish that guy was him, and he gets this look. It is a look a saw many times because I made him chase me for a long time and I would do that move and oh how I enjoyed that look.

So my goal tonight; get him to make that damn look.

I am dressed and I know I look hot, I mean look at me and tell me I don't. I have on tight jeans, like real tight, they are my favorite pair, and then I have on dark red silk top. It cuts down a little low, maybe a little too low but I don't care, I need to get that damn look I need him to know I don't care he is the one that does. My makeup is flawless and my hair has a little wave to it, just the right amount of everything, clothes, hair makeup everything to get what I want done.

Smiling I put on my shoes and walk out of my room and head to Lucas's.

"Well hello." I smile not even knocking as I skip over to his bed as he gets dressed.

"Umm…couldn't you knock I mean what if I had someone in here?" he questions and I know he is doing it because he wants to see me get jealous but nope I'm not.

"Well then I would just walk back out and wait about three minutes before coming back in." I smirk and see his face become pissed. Point one to Brooke.

He slowly walks over to me getting close to my neck and slowly moving up it. I can feel his lips graze it but he never actually kisses it, which ok maybe giving me some chills. "You're sitting on my shirt." He whispers in my ear yanking it out from under me making me fall over.

"Ass." I growl getting up and sitting back down on his bed.

"What for making you fall or for not actually kissing you like you wanted?" he smirks and I just narrow my eyes on him as his back is to me.

"Oh trust me I don't want your lips anywhere near mine." I shrug as he turns around to face me and I act like I don't give two shits.

"Really?" he questions moving over to me and I slowly lean back from him.

"What are you doing?!" I snap.

"Oh look at this Brooke you are laying down on my bed," he smirks falling on top of me and running his hand up under my shirt.

"Lucas…" I breathe out heavily as I try to convince my head to convince my body to stop getting goose bumps by his touch.

"Yeah…" he says moving his lip up my neck like he was going to kiss him but doesn't kiss it again. Just takes his tongue and runs it up my neck then kissing my earlobe and ok maybe I want to let out a small moan but not because its Lucas but because it feels good and I haven't had sex in what seems like forever. "Mmmm…you taste so good." He whispers and ok maybe that moan may come out.

No! I mentally slap myself don't let him think he is winning don't!

"Lucas…" I giggle and I feel him smile because he thinks he won but he didn't. I just run my hands under the back of his shirt then pulling it off and boy he is really smiling now as I flip us over so I am on top of him. I move my face in front of his and pretend to kiss him but pull back when he moves up to capture my lips and I just shake my head smiling. I grind my hips into him and hear him let out a grunt that makes me smile as I move to behind his ear kissing his neck and feel him pull on my shirt like he wants it off. "If you want me just take it off." I let my raspy voice whisper in his ear as I starting biting his earlobe.

I know he is debating it; I know he wants it off because I know him. And as soon as I feel my shirt start to slowly move up my body I grab his hand stopping him then moving my mouth to his ear whispering, "Now who wants who?" I smirk jumping off his lap and skipping out of the room.

Lucas's POV

She's good.

General POV

They were both at the party and Brooke was growing annoyed with not seeing the face she wanted to see. She was pleased with herself from earlier, where he tried to take her shirt off because that proved he wanted her that proved that he was itching to be with her.

Yet she hasn't seen the face, she wants to see the face.

He hadn't talked to her all night other than a small glance but then he turned back talking to some guys on the basketball team and she was going crazy. Plus she drank a little and was feeling tipsy and a tipsy Brooke is never good.

Felix was ok, he was nice to her and they danced some. He got her drinks when she wanted them and when she wanted to be left alone he would go off somewhere leaving her be. She thought he was an ok guy so she couldn't figure out why she felt absolutely nothing for him.

Well she thought that until she looked up at Lucas who was laughing and then she remembered;

Freaking Lucas Scott.

She couldn't figure out why she cared so much about making him jealous; making him squirm and the truth is maybe since she is drunk and won't remember thinking it in the morning, she doesn't hate him as much as she lets on.

Lucas's POV

Do you know how difficult it is to enjoy a party when you are too busy looking out for someone else? Since I have known Brooke at parties she would get wasted and I would rescue her and the part in me that wants to still do that is taking over my body. She is on the verge of drunkenness and I am nervous what she might do.

She isn't so gone that she will regret doing anything but gone enough where she opens her mouth and starts to be a little honest. A little too honest and there are parts in our past, in our history I don't want everyone knowing right now. I don't want them knowing my business, our business and a drunken Brooke will definitely let it all slide out.

So here I am talking to my friends, trying to have a good time maybe find a girl to have a good time with. But nope I can't all because of damn Brooke Davis.

I also think about what happened earlier in my room. I don't know what I was thinking trying to take her shirt off even if I wanted it off, but I will just chalk it up to a moment of weakness, a moment of just wanting some really great sex because even hating her I will admit it was great sex. Even if she played it to being bad or three minutes which makes me laugh, three minutes she really was trying to hold in the laughter she felt building up on that one because she knows better.

Even when we were bad our sex was always great, it was long and hot and we normally went at it all night. Just thinking about it makes me want to lick my lips at her, but I let that feeling disappear as I see her once again with Felix.

I wonder what he would think when he is trying to be all smug about it that I actually had Brooke first. I actually had my hands run over her body as she grinded up against me like that. That I was in her bed and in her heart before she even knew who he was. I wonder what he would think if he knew that earlier today I was in bed with her and even if it was just a game we were playing I was there and she even if she won't admit it wanted me, she wanted me with her and she wanted me to take her clothes off. What he would say if he knew that when he is gone and trust me Felix will be gone, she will still remember me, hating me, loving me whatever she feels we have a connection, one that we both hate to think about only because it hurts to damn much but we have it and always will. I bet he would hate that.

I also bet he would be enraged to know that right now, that this little dance she is doing even if it is with him, it's all for me. She is doing it to get a rise out of me, to make me jealous.

And you want to know a small secret?

I kind of am.

Brooke's POV

I am dancing with Felix and as his hands slide up my body. He nuzzles his head in the croak of my neck and starts to kiss it which I guess is ok. I mean I don't really like it to much because the feeling of someone else kissing me and knowing the last person was Lucas makes me feel weird. I don't know why but it does. However I ignore that and take a glance at Lucas and guess what I saw;

The look.

Oh was it great oh did it make my night. So I lock eyes on him for a brief second and then I spin in Felix's arms kissing him but not letting him deepen it. I turn back around and see Lucas look at me, I think he just might of felt a little of the weird feeling I felt when I saw him with Chelsea and that makes me happy.

However looking at him now I have this pain I don't know what but I have it. I stand while Felix still moves against me but I don't dance back just stare at him and feel my eyes tingling with tears. What is happening? I bite my lip thinking for a second, blinking a few times then walking away. I hear Felix call my name but I don't say anything just walk out to the back patio leaning against the rail thinking. I don't know if it's the alcohol in me or what but I feel a stinging pain in my chest thinking about the face I just saw, I think I am feeling guilt.

Lucas's POV

I stand there thinking a second; thinking about what I just saw and know I can't let it go. I just can't. So I slowly excuse myself from the guys finishing my beer and heading towards the back porch until someone grabs my arm stopping me.

"Luke hey I have been looking for you all night." Chelsea tells me.

"Oh hey…" I kind of say looking out the back glass door and seeing a figure leaning against a rail. A figure that for some reason I have the really strong urge to talk to, I just need to talk to her.

"You want to dance?" Chelsea asks and I turn back to look at her and she is cute she is but just not for me and I am slowly regretting making the choice to kiss her earlier.

"I umm…can't right now. Sorry." I tell her slipping my arm out of her grasp and slowly walking out not speaking and shutting the door.

She knows it's me, I know she does because of the way her body seems to relax. They way she lets her shoulders drop and her hand runs slowly through her hair and how she lets out a long breath. I know she knows I am here but she won't say anything first because then she will just prove what I already know. So I stay quiet, I stay still because I am daring her to speak, I am daring her to make the first move and I know sooner or later that drunken state will take over and the fact I am quiet is slowly taking over her body and annoying the hell out of her.

"What do you want?" I hear her ask and I smile some, told you. I know Brooke, I know her a little too well.

"Well…" I say slowly walking over and resting next to her on the rail looking over at the beach, "I saw you biting you bottom lip." I shrug and see the small smile she is trying so desperately to not show, "That use to be our sign."

"Like bouncing your basketball." She mumbles but not looking at me.

"So you did come to look for me?" I smile but it's not smug anymore because I only know she is being honest about this because she has been drinking and that if I remind her of this talk in the morning she will deny it all.

"Yeah it was whatever." She shrugs and I just nod as we stare out at the water neither speaking just standing and I kind of enjoy the comfortable silence. I enjoy it nothing is happening but I enjoy just standing here with her. However this is my Brooke I am talking about and her being her has to break the silence and not only that completely catch me off guard by her statement.

"I didn't hate you." It was barely a whisper, it was barely even words it was soft and sad and it scared me at the fact my heart got a pain in it.

"What?" I say then regretting it kind of wishing I said something else. Something that was better then what since I know what she means. I wish I said something better, just in case she doesn't say anything else, because she is pretty quiet right now and I see her shiver with the cold and stare blankly off in to space.

"I didn't hate you for fighting with me. Or for calling me a slut. I didn't hate you for sleeping with Brittany or for not even going to tell me about it. I didn't hate you for the fact Brittany constantly reminded me not only did she get Lucas Scott in bed but she also got Brooke Davis's boyfriend to want her." And that part made me feel a sick; that Brittany always talked to her about it brought it up to her like that. I never wanted that for her, "I didn't hate you for any of it." She whispers a little higher than her last statement but still low. "I wanted too. I wanted to real bad but I didn't. All I wanted was for you to come tell me sorry. That you still loved me and then as much as I wish I would have told you no, I know I would have taken you back."

"Brooke…" I sigh taking her hand and glad for once she didn't jump by it. Just intertwined her fingers in mine and looking at our hands.

"You left me Lucas." She told me as a tear fell and I swear my heart broke all over again. "That's when I hated you. When you left me without a goodbye. I deserved a goodbye don't you think?" she asked with a little of a dry laugh.

"Yeah…" I whisper brushing a piece of hair that was blowing around from the wind behind her ear, "Yeah Pretty Girl you deserved a goodbye." I whisper to her using the nickname I haven't used in so long, the nickname that I know still makes her heart flutter.

"You told me you loved me, you told everyone how much you loved me and then you left me, not a letter or a phone call or anything. I just go by your house to see someone else living there and when I ask Sarah she goes you didn't know? Lucas didn't tell you? How could you do that to me!" she yelled letting go of my hand and walking away.

"Why can't you admit you ever loved me?" I ask and she her whole body tense up turning to look at me, but not speaking "I can admit it, I can tell you tell anyone that I was in love. That I loved you but you…you act like it never happened. Like we never happened."

"Love is fake. There is no such thing as love." She tells me and it almost scares me that there is no emotion what so ever in her voice.

"Yes there is." I challenge taking a step closer to her "There is such a thing as love because I felt it. You felt we both felt it. I loved you Brooke, I loved you. So why can't you just tell me that you loved me too. That we were in love, we made love."

"I don't love you Lucas!" she yelled.

"I don't mean now I mean ever Brooke!" I yell back and maybe that statement sort of hurt, maybe just a little but that's not the argument I want to be having right now.

"Because then I have to admit you killed me!" she yells back as me and I know she didn't mean to say it, I know it is the alcohol and us talking but I know what she is saying is real, that is how she felt and since it did come out I guess she just figures what the hell she will continue, "If I admit that I loved you. I have to admit that you crushed me; killed me and made me feel something I never wanted to feel. If I admit I love you then I have to admit I missed you! That I still wanted you and that I still needed you around me. If I admit that I loved you then I have to admit someone broke me. That you broke me." she says as tears fall fast from her eyes.

"I loved you Brooke." I whisper taking her hand and wiping her cheek as she takes a deep breath. I want to look in her eyes but she won't look at me. When I try; I see her just move her eyes everywhere changes her movements and stares at anything but looking me in the eye because she knows. She knows what I know and that is if she does look in my eyes I will know what she is feeling. I will know what she is wanting and that she is hurting and that she wants to admit it. But she can't, she won't.

"I have to go." She whispers staring at the water but not moving. Still standing with her hand in mine and her leg shaking.

"Just say it Brooke." I whisper back leaning my forehead against hers and even with everything we have done, even with all the playing and toying we have done the past couple weeks. I feel like this little gesture of me holding her hand and leaning my forehead against hers is the most intimate thing we have done. "Please just tell me." I beg closing my eyes and just wanting her to admit it, that's all I want she doesn't have to say she loves me, that right now still she loves me because I understand she doesn't.

But I just want her to admit that at some point she did, that with everything she still believes love is real and it's not selfish reasons, I am not asking her to say it so I win, so that I can be smug and arrogant I just want to her hear say it. I want her to because the thought that I ruined any chance Brooke has to find love. To know that because my stupid mistake and it was a mistake one I regret more than anything that I took that feeling away from her.

I know her; I know she will close herself off from the world, from guys, from everything and not put herself out there because of the fear of getting hurt and that right there. That reason beyond everything else is what makes me want to hear it, need to hear it. "I loved you." I whisper again and for the first time she looks me in the eyes and I think she might say it back, that she once loved me.

"No you didn't, it's not real." She tells letting go of my hand and pushing past me and I want to stop her I want to talk to her but I don't. I just watch her go. I watch her walk away from me and as soon as I do I walk right in to see Felix by her side and I feel sick. I want to stop her because she is drunk and upset and will regret anything in the morning but I don't; I can't because she isn't my responsibility any more, she isn't mine. So I just brush past them and do what I did last time I made her cry;

I left.

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