Girls of the Clique

Author's Note: Here's a little BL chapter. It might not be everything that certain people want. But it is what it is. This title comes from a little song you might know of as Collide, by Howie Day.

Disclaimer: I own nothing of One Tree Hill or The Clique Series.

Chapter Ten: Even the Best Fall Down Sometimes

Lucas gave a loud and heavy sigh as he pulled the key out of the ignition and walked towards Nathan, noticing Brooke laying on the ground. He had drove over to his brother's house faster than a guy driving to see the birth of his first baby, and you would think most guyswould be in a hugehurry.

Nathan had called him and told him he needed to come over ASAP. He had said if he wasn't there in five minutes or less, he could be dead. Lucas didn't know what the circumstances of the situation was. All he knew was that it had something to do with Dan, and that gave Lucas enough reason to come help out his brother.

As he saw Brooke laying on the ground, obviously passed out, he wasn't too eager to be helping out. "What happened?" Lucas asked, as Nathan looked up to him. Nathan just shook his head and began lifting Brooke up off the ground. Lucas stepped over to where he noticed Brooke's purse, with some things spilled out. He quickly swept them into the purse and grabbed it.

"I don't know." He started as he took Brooke to Lucas's car, opened the door and put her inside. "I opened my front door and saw her passed out on the ground. I guess she came over for something and never made it to the door." He quickly shut the door, and Lucas knew he was rushing for something.

"Dan's gonna be coming out in a few minutes, I gotta go somewhere. I need you to take Brooke to her house and get her inside and whatever." Lucas stood a few feet away, just staring at Nathan. "Come on. Hurry, you gotta get outta here. Otherwise Dan's gonna be kicking your ass, too."

Nathan had considered just moving Brooke out of the way and leaving her there. But although it would have been really amusing for him, in the end he knew that he would never do that to her. At first he had thought to call Peyton, but he figured she was just as smashed. So he decided to phone Lucas, knowing he would come through.

"Thanks, man. I'll talk to you tomorrow." Nathan has as Lucas got in his car. Lucas gave a brief nod before he turned back and quickly sped off, careful to avoid Dan. He sighed as he looked over at the passed out girl in his car. He wandered if any of her anger had been about him. Although he had heard locker room stories about how many guys she had been with, he still thought she had been hurt by it.

Unless he was missing some big piece to the story, he didn't know of any drastic reasons for her and Haley to hate each other, so he didn't think her anger was directed towards Haley. He just couldn't get rid of that nagging feeling in his gut. Had her anger been directed towards him?

He grabbed Brooke's purse and began sifting through it for her key. His mother had told him countless times that going through a women's purse was wrong, but this was certainly okay under these circumstances. After a few minutes, he found no key. Then he remembered to when he had picked up her purse and some things had fallen out. Just great.

He let out an annoyed sigh and began walking towards her door, hoping that maybe, just maybe, she had left it unlocked. Of course, he was in no such luck. After a minute he started to wander how much of an idiot he looked like. He was standing at someone's door, for at least three minutes, trying to open it.

Eventually he gave up and headed back to his car. He couldn't take her back to Nathan's, he couldn't even step foot at their house. Or at least, he wouldn't. So he decided to take her to one of her friends.

Good one, smart guy. You don't know where any of her friends live.

That only left him two options, and both seemed equally dangerous. Leave Brooke passed out at her own house, or take her back to his house, have her with him all night, and risk having to deal with his mother. In the end, he knew there was know way he would go for the first option. So he began driving in the direction of his house.

He reached his destination, and quietly ventured to Brooke's side. He took a glance at the house, deciding how to approach the situation. His mother was probably asleep in her bedroom, but he felt it best to sneak in to his bedroom from his door. He pulled Brooke's petite body out and quietly closed the door.

As he opened the outside door to his room, he noticed his mom was nowhere to be seen and his bedroom door was shut. She had probably never even known that he'd left. Carefully, he laid Brooke down on his bed and pulled covers over her, then shut off the light to his room.

He left a small lamp that was on the nightstand, just in case she happened to wake up in the middle of the night or something. He looked down at the tiny brunette laying on his bed, before him. At that point she looked so broken. Every time he had been around her, she was so confident, so…perfect.

But now he could tell, no one was perfect. Especially not her. That look in her eyes, told him he had been all wrong about her. Her impression on him had been all wrong. He thought she didn't care, that she was just another Theresa or something. And some of the events from that night, led him to his original belief.

But seeing her reaction when he pushed her away, seeing the hurt and anger she had in her before, and seeing how sad she looked now. He knew he had been wrong. Some part of him had thought thoughts that he was currently cursing himself for.

A part of him thought she was like some of the girls he knew, and was completely shallow. Part of him had thought that she just wanted to sleep with him and ditch him. But when the moment came that he told her he wasn't going to, his thoughts had all been proven wrong. There was a sense in him telling him otherwise.

Honestly, he had never thought he would be with a girl like her. And due to the earlier situation, humiliating Haley, part of him still believed that. He thought he couldn't be with a material girl, or someone so rich and cheerful, and…different from him. But people who were to alike were never good together. Differences were good.

He gave a sigh, and sat down in a chair that was on the other side of the room. He wandered if she would be angry and hostile, or thankful to him in the morning. And he desperately hoped his mother wouldn't check in. All he could do was go to sleep and try not to fear the morning. Slowly, he closed his eyes and drifted off.

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Lucas promptly squinted his eyes as the sun's rays shot through the curtains and poured into his eyes. He pulled his hand to his forehead and covered his eyes. He hated Saturday mornings. He always slept in so late, and when he woke up the stupid sun was always shining on him.

After he adjusted to the light, he remembered he was in the chair, and Brooke was in his bed. He quickly looked over, noticing she was still laying there. She had pulled the cover's up over her and she was now resting on the light sheets, looking so peaceful.

A smile escaped his lips as he stood up and went over to his dresser. He yanked the t-shirt that he had slept in over his head and threw it to the basket that held his dirty clothes. Then he pulled off the shorts he had been wearing, leaving him in his boxers.

He opened the drawers and sifted through them to look for something to wear after he got out of the shower. He heard the slight noise of stirring, and turned to the bed. There was Brooke, with her eyes half open, staring in his direction.

Brooke looked around, deep in confusion. She had awoken to a completely different scene than usual. The walls were those of a guy. A few posters of basketball players topped them. She noticed the door a few feet away, that definitely wasn't hers, and then finally she noticed an almost naked Lucas standing close by.

"Lucas…" She said softly, not bothering to hide the evident confusion in her voice. "What happened?" She asked, remaining soft and calm. There was that voice. The voice that went along with the expression she had held when she was sleeping. It had confirmed all his thoughts from the night before. All the thoughts of her, and of them.

"I, uhh…well, you…you kinda…" He stuttered, thinking about what to say without being rude or abrupt. "You passed out at Nathan's. He called me." Lucas said, and noticed her glare wasn't up at him, but at his almost naked body and his boxers.

"Oh. Ugh, no. We didn't… We, ugh. I slept over there." He said, pointing over at the chair, and Brooke could easily sense his nervousness.

Slowly, parts of the night before we're coming back to her. And then she remembered what had happened in her bedroom. Instinctively, she reached for the cover's and pulled them over her, reaching her chin. She didn't want any part of her, even the inside, exposed to him, and she didn't really want to be around him. She felt to embarrassed and exposed around him.

"Do you remember anything from last night?" He asked cautiously as he quickly reached for a shirt and shorts, and decided to skip a shower and put them on. Brooke gave a bittersweet smirk as she layed her head back on his soft pillow slightly. It smelled exactly like him. And the smell was quite soothing.

"If you mean do I remember taking you upstairs, coming on to you, and you telling me there's no way in hell, then yes, I remember." She said, a hint of bitterness in her voice. She noticed the stiffen in his posture, and the worry look on her face.

"Brooke..." He said, trying to think of words to make her feel better about it. But what words could you say to someone in that situation. What could he say to make her feel as though it hadn't happened. He couldn't even do that for himself.

"I didn't mean it like that. Really, I didn't mean to hurt you or anything." Brooke replied with a shrug, acting as if it was nothing. But it was something. If it had been some random guy, she would deal. But this guy, she happened to really like. She felt a strong headache coming on and immediately gripped her head. She had hoped she would be able to avoid a hangover, but it was coming on strong.

"Whatever, Luke. I get it. I guess I just read you all wrong." He shook his head in disagreement, but it went unnoticed to the girl. "You don't want me, it's okay."

Once again, he disagreed. "I do." He mumbled, and immediately regretted it. He hoped it had been soft enough so she wouldn't hear. She had. But she decided to pretend as though she hadn't.

He gave a nod, still feeling uneasy. He noticed she seemed to look a little sick, and knew a hangover had came. "I'm just gonna go call and let Nathan know that everything's okay. And get you some asprin or something. I'll be right back." She gave a nod as he went to his bedroom door. "You can take a shower or something, if you want."

Brooke looked up and let out a laugh. "Are you saying I smell, Mr. Scott?" Quickly, he shook his head. She gave a smile, and for a second forgot about what had happened. Then, as quickly as it went, it came back. The embarrassment, the hurt, the drinking, the tutor girl exposé.

"No, no. I just meant... It just might make you feel a little better." Brooke gave a nod although she didn't face him at all anymore. Although she would have loved being in this position only 24 hours ago, now she just wanted out of there as fast as she could.

She took a glance around. Maybe she could just take off. She didn't think that he would particularly mind. And if it wasn't for the bulging headache, and hangover from hell she was experiencing, she would have left. But there was no way she was going to walk to her house. She didn't even want to get up from that bed. So instead, she lied her head back, rubbed a few aches, and let herself drift back to sleep.

A few minutes later, she was awoken from her nice escape, and brought back to reality from a few laughs. Brooke turned to him and eyed him expectantly. He raised his hands in defeat, and set a cup of coffee down next to her. Then he handed her a bottle of Asprin and made his way over to his desk chair.

"There's some coffee, and some Asprin, that might help a little." She gave a nod as she pulled herself up in his bed, and took a few pills from the bottle.

Jeez, just pile onto the embarrassment. It was like she just kept making a bigger fool of herself. Or like he could see right through her. She hated that. Only one other person could make her feel that way…Peyton. And they had known each other for years.

"And you don't exactly have you car here, so I'll drive you to your house whenever you wanna get up. Take as long as you need." So maybe he was feeling a little guilty about the night before, and this was making him feel better about it, but he was kinda liking that whole savior routine.

"I couldn't find your keys. That's why I, uhh, brought you here." She gave a nod as she sat the coffee mug down, along with the pill bottle. "There's a spare." He gave a nod and looked around, but felt her glare still on him.

"Thanks, Luke. You know, for taking care of me." Brooke said, appreciation filled in her voice. Brooke had always loved it in the movies when the guy who rescue the girl and take care of it. It felt even better to be in the scenario in real life. Only in the movie, the girl hadn't acted like a total slut in front of him, and been completely pushed away, before humiliating an innocent girl right by him.

"You know, after…I mean, even though we…Thanks." She said, for the first time in a while, actually stuttering from nervousness. He gave a nod, as a smile formed on both of there faces. Brooke quickly disposed of hers. "It was no problem."

She titled her head, knowing he was lying. She remembered the last glance at the clock had been into the late night-early morning hours. Of course it was trouble. "Seriously, any time."

Brooke wandered how he could make her feel so many things at once. He made her feel good, made her feel happy, made her feel desire, but he also made her feel inferior, and after the previous nights events, he made her feel upset with herself.

He didn't do it on purpose, and Brooke was understanding that. She just didn't want him to remember any time he saw her that she had completely come onto him like a slut. It made her feel like she wanted to be better that that.

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So how was that? Good, Bad, Ugly? I was so happy writing that one. Brucas Brucas Brucas. Next up is some girlie time, and the much awaited Naley date. Leave a review so you can let me know what you think. In case I haven't mentioned it a thousand times yet, I love those. Might even make me get an update out sooner. Wait, was that a bribe?