"Brooke?" Haley knocked on her best friend's bedroom door. "Cookie open up," she pleaded, rushing over here after Tori called announcing her daughter barely left her bedroom for a few weeks.
"It's open Hales," she announced flipping through the channels on her TV.
"Hey," she cracked open the bedroom door to find her friend lying on the bed. "Oh boy," she shut the door behind her with a shake of the head at the scene. Her dark hair a tangled mess, her eyes red and puffy and the bags under her eyes were so dark it looked as if she had been punched. "You look good…"
"Why wouldn't I?" her brows scrunched together, running her hand through her tangled hair.
"I have no idea," she grumbled, her friend clearly not catching the sarcasm in that. "I'm sorry about Chase," she apologized, running her finger over the glittery crown lying on her best friend's shelf.
"Its fine," she rolled over on her side looking at the chain hanging on her lamp. "I knew he was leaving and he left. Can't be mad at him," she shrugged.
"Then why do you look as if your heart has been shattered into a million pieces?" Haley questioned climbing up her friend's bed and lying beside her.
"Chase can't break my heart into a million pieces," she mumbled, wiggling her nose. "It's already been broken for years now," she wiped her nose as she blinked the tears away.
"Tigger," she brushed her hair from her face to look at her. "Don't cry."
"I'm not," she lied rubbing her eyes. "My contacts just burn…"
"B you don't wear contacts," she laughed a little.
"That's why they burn, they shouldn't be in there," she grumbled and Haley laughed.
"It's ok," Haley rested her head on her friend's shoulder. "I promise it's going to be ok."
"I know," Brooke nodded knowing it would be.
"I love you Cookie," he told her, hating how broken her friend was feeling.
"I love you too Tutor Girl," she clung her hand onto her friend's. "What are you doing tonight?" she asked wanting to change the subject.
"I…" she looked down shaking her head not wanting to tell her. "Nothing…"
"Liar," she let out a broken laugh, eyes still fixed on the ring dangling in front of her. "Going out with Nate?"
"There's a party tonight," she admitted but shrugged it off as nothing. "But I don't think I'm going. Mom has the car and-"
"I'll take you," Brooke flipped over to look at her friend.
"Brooke…"
"Yeah I will take you. Just let me change and I can drop you off," she sprung from her bed and towards the bathroom door.
"Brooke you don't-" Haley grumbled out as the door shut. "Crap…" she frowned, snatching her phone from her back pocket and dialing her mom's number.
"Hey honey… How's Brooke?"
"She says fine," Haley picked a string on the bed spread. "But I don't believe it nor think she is really ever fine. I just don't get it," she told her hating how it always went. She was tired of trying to understand it.
"They aren't that much different then you and Nathan, Haley Bob," Lydia pointed out as she finished up on dinner.
"Nathan and I are nothing like that," Haley defended her relationship and heard her mother chuckle on the other side.
"The only difference is that you and Nathan break up and get back together constantly. Brooke and Lucas just skip that part. They share the same amount of heartbreak….just don't put a title on it."
"I've never thought about that before," she sucked on her bottom lip thinking that made since. Brooke and Lucas did hurt each other a lot, they werenever technically together but they were in a way. She and Nathan were just always together and always breaking up, always happy to get their heartbroken. Their pain was just broken up, Brooke and Lucas was a constant. "But they love each other…well at least I think they do…"
"Oh honey those two are so completely in love and just to young and stupid to know what to do with it," she laughed making Haley let out a small smile. "Love isn't planned Hales…we don't chose who we love it just happens. Even if we don't want it."
"I don't know if she wants it anymore," Haley shrugged, watching as her friend walked back into the room looking completely different from before. Her hair perfect, her shirt tight and jeans snug with her makeup flawless.
"Ready?" she smiled at her friend at her bed.
"Yeah," she nodded. "Mom I will call you later," she told her and got an ok and love you before hanging up. "Let's go," she stood up grabbing her friend's hand as they walked out of the room.
"I thought I was done," Lucas growled into the phone.
"Ha…what on earth made you think that Luke?"
"Because you said I was done. You said I did this last thing for you we were finished," he reminded him of what he clearly remembered them talking about a few weeks back. "I did it and now we are finished."
"Doesn't work like that," his tone flipped. "And watch your tone with me Scott. You don't call the shots, not anymore. Do you know how much shit you screwed up? How many people you pissed off? A few errands here and there won't fix that."
"You said…"
"I said that it was a start of finishing. We aren't done with you Scott, not for a long time. I've covered for your ass for years now and are going to do what I said until I tell you we are finished. I mean unless you want another form of payment? Remember what happened last time you tried to quit on us? Does that need to happen again?"
"No," he answered automatically looking at the photo on his desk. The smile across the brunette's face as she looked up at him. He was never going to have her. "I will do it alright? This is my fault no one else's so leave them all alone got it?"
"Always the hero," he chuckled, rolling his hand along the bill in his hand. "Oh, tell that girl of yours hey. Saw ya'll the other day, pretty hot. Maybe we should switch that payment up a bit."
"I'll call you when I have the money alright?" his jaw clenched and he cringed at the chuckle on the other end.
"Later Scott."
"Yeah," he snapped his phone shut and ran his hands over his face. "Fuck me!" he growled spinning on his feet and collapsing on the bed. The loud screech of tires and a slight crash making his eyes fly open. "What the hell?"
"Luke…" Mouth walked into his friend's bedroom.
"What was that noise?" the blonde sat up on his bed.
"Brooke…" he stated and Lucas growled. "Apparently she was dropping off Haley and trying to avoid you at the same time. Her car is hit the small ditch and took out your mailbox."
"She ok?"
"Is she ever?" Mouth spun on his feet and out of the room back down the stairs.
"Damn it," he cursed, climbing from his bed and to his dresser. Snatching the small plastic bag from on top and pushing it into the back of the drawer, shoving his clothes on top before shutting his door and walking down the steps to the front yard.
"Brooke…" Haley watched her best friend climb from the car and walk over to lean on the hood of her car. "Brooke you ok?" she followed her friend and Brooke nodded. "Want to go inside?" she asked and she quickly shook her head. "B, I…" she glanced up to see the familiar figure walking towards them. "Shit," she cursed looking down as Brooke's eyes stayed locked in front of her. "Hey Luke," she flashed a bright smile knowing the look on his face.
"Haley," Lucas stood with his hands in his pockets, his eyes not leaving Brooke. "Nate's inside," he tipped his head back.
"Alright," she chewed nervously on her lip, shutting the car door that was left open. "Be nice," she begged, giving his arm a squeeze as she walked passed, glancing over at her friend one last time before going inside the house.
"Leave me alone Lucas," Brooke said as soon as he started walking towards her.
"You come to my house, crash in my front yard but don't want me to talk to you?" he questioned finding that all a little hard to believe.
"I was dropping off Haley," she crossed her arms over her chest, staring down the road, ignoring him standing so close to her.
"No you weren't," he shook his head, placing his hand on the hood of her car as he stood beside her. "Just come inside and talk to me."
"I don't want to talk to you Lucas," her tone rose, snapping her head over to look at him. "I want you to leave me the hell alone," she jerked away from him, his hand gripping her wrist and stopping her.
"Talk to me," he asked again.
"If I wanted to talk to you Lucas I would have called or answered the damn phone when you did. But oh wait that's right, you never called because you don't give a damn!" she let out a bitter laugh.
"Alright I'm not going to fight with you in the middle of the damn street and why the hell are you wearing that!" he waved his hand at her outfit. "It's freezing outside, you're going to catch freaking pneumonia."
"Right," she let out a dry laugh. "Half the girls in that damn place are stripped down to what could be classified as underwear and you are criticizing me for wearing a damn tank top!"
"The difference is I don't give a damn what they wear because I don't give a fuck if they get sick or not!" he gripped hard onto her wrist. "Now stop bitching and get in the damn house," he yanked her forward, her stumbling over her feet for a second.
"I don't want to go in there Lucas; I don't want to talk to you!" she clawed at his hand but his grip just tightened.
"Shut up…" he grumbled, yanking open his front door, the heat washing over her cold skin making goose bumps rise. The music blasting through Brooke's ears, people glancing at her and Lucas's grip, their friends really not looking that surprised to find the rage boiling in both, that's what they are best at.
"Lucas…" a drunken giggle appeared in front of him. "Come dance with me," she swayed slightly to the side before standing up right.
"Not now Theresa," Lucas waved his hand at her, hearing Brooke mumble something that he glared at, making her just glare back.
"Well what are you doing?" she glanced at Brooke, her eyes slanting to the side.
"I need to talk to Brooke, so excuse me," he stepped to the side, Theresa jumping back in front of him. He feels as Brooke goes to wiggle from his grip but he just tightens pulling her closer to him.
"Well find me later ok?" she grinned, leaning up before he could stop her and pushing a sloppy kiss to his lips. Brooke snapping her head away from the scene. "Bye Brookie," she waved, skipping- well attempting to skip- away.
"Come on," Lucas growled, yanking her up the stairs and to his room.
"Oh what an honor I get to come in the Lucas Scott's bedroom," Brooke did a spin in his room, sarcasm dripping from her lips. "How special am I?"
"Shut up Brooke," he dug through his closet and grabbing his old worn sweatshirt. "Put this on," he ordered thrusting it at her.
"I'm not putting on something just because you don't like what I'm wearing!"
"Every guy who just saw you walk in here had one set mind track and you wearing this," he snapped the strap on her shirt. "Makes them assume they can get it, now put on the sweatshirt now."
"Why don't you give it to your precious Theresa?" she hissed giving him a shove and heading back towards his bedroom door. "Damn it Lucas!" she snapped when his hand flew up shutting it back before she could slide out.
"Why are you pissed at me?" his hand rest above her head.
"Are you kidding me?" she let out a dry laugh. "You show up to my prom, with my friend, fight with me and then don't talk to me for a month!"
"Never heard my phone going off!" he snapped back making her recoil back into the door. "And last time I checked you picked a fight with me, yelled at me and then left with your boyfriend! Why am I the bad guy when you have had a boyfriend for the last year?"
"Well I wouldn't have gotten a boyfriend if you would have just asked me damn it!" her finger slammed into his chest. "But instead you fall for Theresa! Freaking Theresa!" tears sprung in her eyes, pushing away from the door and running her hand through her hair. "Should I even ask if you slept with her?" she spun to look at him, his head dropping with a sigh.
"Brooke…"
"Yeah figured," she let out a dry laugh, a tear slipping down her cheek. "What is it about me you don't like?" she finally asked the question that had been racking her brain for years.
"What?" his head snapped up to look at her, she looking completely broken in front of him.
"Are you not attracted to me?" a tear dropped. "Am I not pretty enough or smart enough? Is it because I am younger because you have known how old I am the moment you met me and I'm eighteen now Lucas. Other than experience which ok I lack what do those girls have that I don't?"
"Nothing…" he told her quickly, taking her face in his hands. "There is nothing, nothing they have that you don't. God don't you have any idea what you have to offer?"
"Not enough for you clearly," she closed her eyes, pulling in a shaking breath. "Why don't you want me, Lucas? Please tell me and if you want me to I will seriously leave you alone I promise. I won't call or text or bug you ever again I just need to know what is wrong with me if even you don't want me."
"Are you that stupid?" his brow creased and she let out a hiccup looking up at him. "Do you honestly think I don't want you?"
"I don't know what to think Lucas. I mean I completely threw myself at you and you leave me! Every damn time you leave me!"
"God you are that stupid," he let out a laugh shaking his head. "You don't even realize that being around you and not being with you is the hardest thing I've ever had to do!" he yelled and she pulled back. "I have to remind myself that I can't touch you and every second I'm around you it gets harder and harder and it sucks! Leaving you is without a doubt the hardest thing I've ever had to do in my life."
"Then don't do that," she shrugged, her eyes still glistening with tears. "If you want me Lucas I'm yours," she slid her hand up under his shirt, her nails scrapping across his chest.
"Brooke…" he growled, grabbing her elbow to stop her.
"You love me," she leaned up on her toes, nipping at his neck. "And I'm completely in love with you," she ran her tongue up to his ear. "And I'm telling you, you can have me. I'm not telling you no," she pulled back with a whisper. "Stop fighting so hard Luke," she kissed him softly. "Just cave, please?"
"Damn it Brooke," he gripped her sides, slamming his mouth hard into hers. His tongue quickly in her mouth as he stumbled her over to his bed, her flying backwards and bringing him with her.
"Luke…" she moaned his hand pushing up her shirt as his mouth latched onto her neck. A feeling erupting through her as his hips rocked against her. "Lucas…" she sucked her bottom lip in her mouth, threading her fingers through his hair. "Mmm…" he trailed kisses along her neck, hooking her mouth back with his.
Running her hands down his chest she reached his belt and quickly started to unhook it, popping the button and the zipper following quick. Taking the back of his shirt in her hands and jerking it upward, it reaching just the mid of his back before he pulled back looking down at her, giving her a smile before pulling it off the rest of the way.
"Luke…" she grinned, biting her lower lip and wrapping her hand around the chain around his neck, pulling him down. "I love you," she whispered across his lips feeling him smile as his hand shook as he went to pop the button on her jeans. "And I really can't believe this is happening," she admitted leaning up and sucking on his neck, finding the spot she had always been able to find that makes him moan.
"I love you too," his eyes fluttered open and his heart broke a bit when his eyes locked onto his dresser. The line 'Remember what happened last time you tried to quit on us? Does that need to happen again?' playing in his head and his heart stopped.
"Brooke…" he groaned, gripping her hip as she rolled into him. "Wait…wait…wait…" he pulled her back to look at him, her lips swollen and nose adorably red and her looking completely innocent.
"No," she shook her head, recognizing the look in his eyes. "No, don't," she grabbed his face. "You love me, you want me," she held onto him. "You want me…" her eyes filled up with tears looking at him.
"God I do," his eyes closed shaking his head. "I'm sorry, Pretty Girl," he brushed her tears away. "God I wish I could be that guy for you, I swear to god baby girl if I could I would be but I can't."
"You leave me now Lucas don't call me again," she warned, both knowing she wasn't telling the truth, she didn't know how to not be around him. "Don't talk to me, don't look at me, don't come within a hundred feet of me."
"Baby…" he sighed, reaching up to touch her cheek.
"Don't baby me Lucas!" she slapped his hand away. "God stay away from me," she shoved him off her, taking out of his room, hooking her pants back on the way downstairs.
"Brooke!" he called after her, jumping from his bed and taking after her. "Brooke, wait please!" he begged chasing her down the stairs not at all caring of all the people watching them.
"Stay away from me!" she yelled, yanking open the front door.
"Brooke I'm-" and the door slams shut before he can reach her. "I'm sorry," he closed his eyes, resting his head against the door. "Damn it!" he cursed slamming his fist into the wall beside him, causing the wall to crack and a few girls to scream. Lucas turning to see everyone staring at him and him looking pretty awkward with no shirt on and pants undone. "Out, everyone just…get out," he threw his hand up trekking back up the stairs.
"I have to go check on her," Haley slid off the counter she was on and grabbing her purse.
"Alright, here take my car, I'll have pick it up tomorrow," Nathan gave her his keys and she nodded.
"Alright thank you," she kissed his cheek. "Bye guys," she waved before scooting passed everyone and out the door.
"Someone should go talk to him," Jake suggested sipping his beer.
"Yeah," Nathan agreed leaning up against the wall behind him, slowly noticing everyone's eyes on him. "What? Why does it have to be me?"
"Because he is your brother," Mouth reminded him. "And because none of us really understand him and Brooke at all."
"Like I do?"
"No, maybe not but you're his brother man. He will talk to you before he will talk to any of us," Jake pointed out and Nathan growled.
"Damn Dan being a whore," he slammed his drink down and followed his brother's path up the stairs to his room. "Luke…" he tapped the door, cracking it open to reveal his brother lying on his bed staring at the ceiling. "What's up?"
"Nate, I'm really not in the mood alright," he told him, not really wanting to get into it with his brother.
"Come on man," he slapped his foot, dropping down in an old worn chair. "You just had a fight with Brooke- again – and normally I would ignore it being is that is what ya'll do but for some reason this time feels different."
"And why is that?" he rolled his head to look at him.
"I don't know, maybe because you punched a wall or kicked everyone out of your house or I don't know maybe because this time you raced downstairs after her, tears streaming down her face and your pants undone."
"Nate…"
"And I wouldn't ask because it's not really any of my business but you two didn't I mean…is that why she was upset?"
"Yes Nate, that is why, because with the five minutes we were upstairs talking I stripped her naked, did her and got her dressed and even had a huge fight that made her leave."
"Dude, I don't know. Maybe she was crying because it was a letdown," he shrugged making his brother roll his eyes.
"Trust me Nathan when Brooke and I sleep together it's not going to be a letdown that makes her cry," he informed him, climbing off his bed and walking over to the dresser checking his phone.
"When?" his brow came up; Lucas turning around to look at him. "You just said when ya'll. Luke did you just miss her storming out of here? I don't think she is going to come back and I don't think when is going to happen."
"You don't know Brooke," he tossed his phone on his bed, pulling his dresser open and grabbing a shirt. "And you really don't know anything about us."
"Us? Luke their isn't a ya'll," he tossed his hands up.
"Yes there is Nathan," he pulled on his shirt shaking his head that no one understood. "In my life I've never loved anyone the way I love that girl."
"And that is why you push her away?"
"You don't get it Nathan. I screw up a lot. All the damn time, I mean I'm not you."
"What does that mean?"
"Your life is figured out Nate, you are in school and are on a fast track to having everything you want in your life, I'm not like that. I'm going to make at least a hundred more mistakes in my life before I get my shit together and I'm not going to let one of those be hurting Brooke, I'm sorry I'm not."
"You're hurting her now Luke."
"Not like I would if we were actually together," he threw some clothes in his closet.
"I'm sorry if I'm completely lost."
"Ok," he turned to look at him, sitting on his window ceil. "Say Brooke and I get together now, yes we are happy but of course at some point I will screw it up, hurt her and lose her forever. I can't lose her forever Nathan. I need to grow up more, I need to figure myself out, I need to be someone who deserves her, because right now I don't deserve her at all. Right now I can't protect her," he frowned shaking his head not wanting to think about anything happening to Brooke like that. He was positive something happened to her and he would destroy somebody, not even caring what happened to him in it.
"So you're so sure this logic is right? You are so sure Brooke is just going to sit around waiting?"
"Of course she is, she knows we are going to be together, she knows I love her. But us…us sleeping together now will change everything. It will make things official and no matter how much it kills me inside to see her face every time I stop us, it will completely destroy me to see her face if I really did lose her for good."
"Luke I want you happy, I do. And I really do understand what you are saying and I really don't question for a second that you love her because I've never seen you like this. I've never seen you put someone above yourself but Luke you are slowly and painfully chipping her away and I'm just…I'm just afraid that when you do finally decide to be with her that there won't be anything left of her to give you," he stood up, clamping his hand down on his brother's shoulder. "And I don't want to see my big brother's face when he realizes he hurt the one thing he has ever really wanted and loved," he gave a sad smile, giving his brother's shoulder a squeeze before walking out and leaving him alone.
"Make it stop," he begged dropping his head on his heads. "Please make her stop loving me," he pleaded with a shake of his head. "If you are real," he looked up at the roof. "And are so damn powerful like everyone says you control what she is feeling and stop. I don't deserve her loving me… I can go through life broken from not having her love me back but I don't want her loving me anymore," he shook his head looking down. "Loving me…loving me is not something she needs…loving me could hurt her," he stood up walking towards his bathroom. "More than just with a broken heart," he frowned, slamming the door behind him.
So here is a new update just for Luv2Live. You asked sweetie and I delivered…hope it worth it being as you are going on vacation!
We got a little more of a look of Lucas and his past and his feelings…
He isn't selfish…
I disagree completely with those statements…he tries over and over to let Brooke go but she won't let him…If that can't be seen then I don't know what to do anymore. I know the outcome but if everyone isn't for the story I will stop writing it and just work on my others…I don't know what to do…Maybe I'm telling it wrong…maybe ya'll can't get a real idea of it all because you don't see and hear the emotion in my mom's voice and eyes every time we have this story talk…The real Lucas is different in the since their back and forth was different. She admits at the beginning there was nothing sexual between them other then tension…I just add it here to add more to the story so I do change it…I'm getting so many comments about my stories being boring and repetitive that I'm really about to just be like whatever…I have a hell of a lot going on in life and having people I don't know adding to it is really not needed…
My only comment you don't like the story don't read…other then that I can't give you anything else.
*Hands thrown up at a loss*
P.S Loo…we don't have any dip…I'm greatly upset and think we should get some soon…the French kind! Been in a crummy mood today and the last few days so maybe ice cream/mall date Sunday? I think I'm off if not Monday…love you! :)
Oh also you look really cute today…I like the dress! Hugs and kisses! (Leg wrap to show real love haha)