Author's note: Hey guys! Here is the new update and if you recognize some of the flashback in the beginning, then it's because it is the scene from last chapter, only this time from Lucas point of view. Personal thank you's for the last chapter's reviews are at the bottom.

I should probably put out a warning that the rating T might be a little low for this chapter, because of some 'sexual content' but this is a one timer and i hope that whoever checks these things is satisfied with this warning and doesn't take the story down. If i decide to have more chapters like this one, i'll crank the rating up to M, i promise.

The title and lyrics of this chapter is taken from the song 'Say it Right' by Nelly Furtado. And if the lyrics look unknown to you, then check for the magnificent remix with Eric Right.

Last but not least. This chapter is dedicated to my wonderful Casey, who was the one that talked me into extending the bathroom scene from the last chapter. Casey had the vision, I just wrote it down :)

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CHAPTER 14 – You could mean everything to me

Let me just get all inside
Don't know what's on your mind
When you're telling me to say it right
but yet again you call me a Mr. Right
Wanna know who's playing games
Confusion knows the pain
when you tell me what I'm saying is wrong,
yet you come around and say I've got you strung…

"How can such a little girl be so strong?" Lucas thinks as he covers the left side of his face with his palm. The slap she gave him had come out of nowhere and she hadn't really put much weight behind it, yet his skin tingles with pain.

"What the hell was that for?!" he yells, making his voice echo loudly in the clinkered school-bathroom and she flinches by the sound. Only minutes ago she had been in his arms, her soft lips against his. And now she is standing on arms length away from him with tense shoulders and her bottom lip trembling. This was not how he wanted things to turn out. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. So where had it all gone wrong?

Brooke had looked embarrassed and small as he asked her if she hadn't heard what he told her last night and now she looked down and answered; "I heard you clearly… I just don't know what to believe Lucas. Lately, everything you say is later taken back or you just prove the complete opposite with your actions…" Then she almost whispered "Like last night… You say you love me and want to be with me, but still you didn't want to touch me? How should I interpret that, huh?"

He could see that she was about to cry and it really pained him that she had misread his actions so completely. He had wanted to touch her so much. He still wanted to. But he had just tried to protect her and to not make their vulnerable bond break even more.

She swallowed hard and he just wanted to reach out and wrap his arms around her. Shelter her from everything that were making her sad like this, but the problem was that he was the reason for her tears. Now she was trying to rebuild all the walls between them again and he just couldn't let that happen.

"You should interpret it like this…" he said and she opened her eyes again. He leaned in closer, and with his hand still softly placed on her cheek, he planted a soft kiss on her lips. And the second his lips meet hers he knew that he could never let her go again.

"Don't…" she whimpered and leaned back towards the cold wall behind her. "Don't kiss me unless you really mean it…"

But he leaned in again, looking straight into her eyes to reassure her that he had never been more sure of anything before whispering "I mean it" just an inch away from her face. "You don't even understand how much I mean it… I just want to make sure that you mean it too. I mean you broke up with me, remember?"

She nodded and just as the bell signaled that the second period had ended, he kissed her again. A slow, searing kiss with which he tried to show her everything that he didn't have words for. And when they finally broke apart she mumbled;

"You do understand why I did though, right?"

"Did what Pretty girl?"

The old nick-name rolled off his tongue as easy as ever and she smiled a little. "Why I broke up with you Luke… why I couldn't stay."

But he didn't understand and for some reason he felt like he couldn't lie, so he slowly shook his head no. She looked back at him and tried again. "You don't understand? I didn't trust you Luke, and you kept going back to Peyton… What was I supposed to do?"

She was starting to sound impatient again, even angry, and she moved away from him. It wasn't much but it was enough to make him feel cold. And suddenly he felt like all this shit, all the fights and tears and heartache this last month, was her fault. Sure, he knew that what Peyton had done was partly to blame too. But Brooke should have known him better than that. She should have known that he never would have left her for Peyton again, and she should have trusted him.

"Why couldn't you just forgive me?" he tiredly asked, turning angry himself. "It was just a kiss Brooke! A kiss Peyton gave me in a crisis-situation! Why did you have to close yourself up and dump me instead of talking to me about how you felt? We were good together! And we could have still been good together if you hadn't turned you back on me!"

She looked back at him in disbelief, one eyebrow raised. "No Lucas Scott, don't you dare!! You were the one that walked out… long before I did. YOU decided that I wasn't enough for you and YOU chose Peyton over me! I never turned my back on you when we were together! Never!"

Her voice grew louder with every word, but as he answered her his own voice sunk down to an ice cold hiss.

"No? Then how about when you slept with Chris? And really, you didn't waste any time before you slept with that guy Nick… If you loved me so much, then how could you do that?"

He didn't even have time to react before her arm pulled back and her palm slapped him hard across his face. The sound when it hit was clear and loud since the silence around them was otherwise deafening. And as he slowly reached up to touch the stinging area he saw her eyes.

Green eyes, with a dash of brown and gold. Green eyes full of pain.

In the day, in the night
Say it right, say it all
You either got it or you don't
You either stand or you fall
When your will is broken
When it slips from your hand
When there's no time for joking
there's a hole in the plan…

Honestly, he knows why she slapped him. His beautiful ex-girlfriend has her eyes full of tears and deep inside he knows that he has again managed to hurt her with his comments. But he doesn't want to acknowledge it, not even to himself. He want's to stay angry, because if she is going to push him away again, then being angry is so much simpler. So when her tears well over and she raises her hand to slap him again, he roughly grabs her wrist in mid-air.

"Huh? Why the hell did you just slap me?! You KNOW that I'm right! If you loved me, then why did you go to him Brooke? Answer that!"

Brooke shakes her head and her silky brown hair bounces around her face. She sobs loudly now and when she tries to pull out of his grip and he refuses to let her go, then she gets even more furious.

"Let go of me, you asshole! You have no right to be all high and mighty with me! I don't have to make any apologies for how I choose to repair what you broke!"

"You slept with the fucking English teacher Brooke! Is that supposed to tell me you still loved me? Is that supposed to repair your broken heart? Why am I always the only one that has to fight for you? Why the HELL won't you ever fight for me?!"

She finally rips herself loose from his grip and the look she gives him is cold. But behind the glare there is so much hurt that he wants to look away.

"Yes, I slept with him" she yells. "So what? He was there when you weren't! He made me feel like he could just... be happy… with me. And he made me feel loved, and brought me back up from a place where I was sinking…"

She shakes her head, venom pouring from her eyes, and she wipes the tears away with her sleeve before she manages to get out; "But good things can't last long in the life of Brooke Davis, now can they? No, he cheated on me… But I bet you already knew that, didn't you?"

The last words are spit out, and his eyes cowardly turn away from hers as he hears her say; "He…was…just…like…you."

She uses his sudden frozen state to get away from him and before he has a chance to react she has rushed back into one of the open stalls and slammed the door shut behind her. He hears the lock click and then the loud sobs coming from inside the closed booth.

I can't say that I'm not lost and at fault
I can't say that I don't love the light and dark
I can't say that I don't know that I am alive
And all of what I feel I could show
You tonight you tonight

Frustrated he takes a step forward and bangs his fist on the door.

"Come on Brooke! Don't do this. You can't blame me for all the shit in your life! I'm NOT Nick!"

He wants to scream at her stubbornness, lash out and kick things. And he can't help but feel like the thin piece of wood is mocking him as he can still hear her every breath.

"Why don't you just admit it Brooke?!" he yells. "You're only searching for a way out. You turn everything I do and say around so that you can push me away! But guess what? I'm not buying it anymore, you hear me?!"

"Go away!"

His palm is flat against the door and he wonders what she is feeling right now. If she is just angry at him, or if she just like himself is breaking inside.

"Can't you at least look at me? Is it that bad between us now that you feel like you have to lock yourself in, in order to get away from me?…" he tries again with a little calmer voice. "Please just open the door."

Seconds pass, maybe even minutes, as he silently pleads with her to come out. Didn't they just go through this?

"Please Brooke… Come on…"

And then he hears the sound of the lock and she flings the door open. He had been so close to the door that they suddenly stand face to face with only a couple of inches between them and the smell of green apples from her shampoo fill his nostrils. He takes in the sight of her. Most of her makeup is gone and her eyes are starting to get puffy, but only Brooke can still manage to look beautiful in this state.

"I hate you…" she suddenly hisses and her words hit him much harder then a slap in the face ever could.

"No you don't" he tries dumbfounded, but when she keeps her head held high, her green eyes locked into his blue, then he breathes in and his eyes burn with tears.

She pushes past him but he grabs her arm again, this time holding her harder, and when she still fights to get loose he swings her around and crashes his lips onto hers. She is probably taken by surprise because she stumbles back, almost tripping over her own feet, and since he's still holding her arm she pulls him with her.

For a second he is worried that she'll fall for real and that they'll both crash into the counter behind her but at the last second she regains her balance. She takes another step back and he follows until she has her back up against the wall in the corner by the sinks. She is caught in the tiny space and he can feel her chest rise and fall with every sob as she repeats herself.

"I… hate you…"

Her cheeks are wet with tears and rosy from anger and that spiteful left dimple taunts him, growing deeper with each second as if to say; 'you can't make me happy anymore, you can only make me cry…'

"Don't say that Brooke… don't…"

You don't mean nothing at all to me
That's how you make it sound, but yet I'm still around

No, you don't mean nothing at all to me
How do I know you don't need me?

She is about to open her mouth and spit the three words in his face a third time and he has to stop her. So still hurt, and frustrated that she is making this so god damn hard, he does the only thing he can think of at the moment. He bridges the last few centimeters between them and kisses her again, forcefully prying her mouth open with his tongue. Her lips taste salty from all the tears she's been shedding. Or maybe it is from his own, because by now he is crying too.

Surprisingly this time she answers the kiss and when he lets go of one of her wrists in order to be able to pull her closer, her hand instantly finds its way up to his neck and into his hair. Her other wrist, which he is still holding, is pinned up against the cold clinkers over her head.

"You don't… hate… me…" he chokes out while kissing her. "You… love me… I know you… love…me…"

But you got what it takes to set me free
Why don't I feel the same? You make me feel this way

Oh, you could mean everything to me
I could, but you won't let me show it…

It's not just a kiss anymore. It's a battle for control. All the pent up anger and frustration he has felt surrounding her lately mixes with want, and the way their lips and tongues meet is almost violent. Her nails dig into the skin on his neck and his fingers get tangled in her hair as he pulls her even closer. And all the time during this, even when the first held back moan slips from her, she keeps mumbling;

"I hate you…"

Finally he pushes back. And although fresh tears keep running down both their faces, his hands find their way up under her cashmere sweater. He needs to feel her, for real. He needs to show her that they still belong together, whatever she says.

He has never done this before, kissed her in anger. The closest he has ever come to it had been that night a couple of months ago, during the black-out when they fought about his letter to her and they made up in the rain. But this time there are so many emotions contradicting each other. Need and anger. Lust and tears. Love and pure naked pain.

You got me thinking this when you act like this is it
I got to end this quick but somehow I just can't quit
How can something so wrong feel so right?
I got to let go before I lose my mind…

His lips move down to her neck and his kisses probably leave marks but she doesn't pull away. It's like she too is taking out her frustration, desperately pressing herself towards him, and she smells so good, tastes so good, that he doesn't know how to stop this thing he started.

The hoody he's wearing somehow is discarded on the floor and seconds later so is her sweater. Someone can walk in at any second, he knows that, but he can't even pull himself together enough to lock the door. All he wants is her, all of her. And as his hand roams her skin he suddenly hears her words change…

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She is going to tell him again how much she hates him and she forms the words in her head, but as his hands move from her waistline up to her breasts she instead hears herself breathe out "I need you…" And she is aware that this is the stupidest thing she has done since she hid naked in the backseat of his car a year ago, yet she prays that they won't get interrupted.

Because her needing him is the truth. She is still furious but she needs him in an almost animal-like way that doesn't leave any other options. And she feels like if she doesn't finish this, then she will explode into a million pieces.

His hot breath on her skin feels like fire and where ever his fingers touch her, her skin burns. She doesn't want to love him anymore and she doesn't want to be hurt by a boy the way this blonde Scott-brother has hurt her. But her heart refuses to listen to reason and her senses seem to have taken control over her brain.

"I'm here Brooke" she hears him mumble in the crook of her neck as he runs his tongue over the sensitive spot right below her ear, and his hot breath makes her shiver. "You just have to let me…"

A part of her longs to do just that. To let him. To let him take total control, let him love her, let him in and tell him about all the stuff that has her sleepless at night… But in this moment she settles for letting him touch her. Because sex is easy… and love is so much more dangerous.

He suddenly grabs her waist and lifts her up on the edge of the sink. He doesn't unclasp her bra, there is no time for that. Instead he just pulls the straps down over her shoulders and she gasps deeply when his lips close around one of her nipples. And she throws her head back and moans as his lips travel down the skin of her stomach.

"Why now?" she manages to choke out with her voice raspier than usual. And he comes back up, bringing his face to level with hers. He steps in closer, forcing her to spread her knees to make room for him, and his naked upper body looks tanned and muscular, just as she remembers it.

"Because, Brooke! Because you are the fucking girl I love, and if you wouldn't make this so damn hard then you would have seen that all along!!" he says harshly, and his blue eyes stares straight into hers. "You keep driving me insane with your insecurities but I love you so damn much that it's ridiculous…"

Then he crashes his lips back onto hers and as she presses her body towards him she can feel him being hard. The bell that signals the start of third period rings but the loud sound doesn't even startle her. It just tells her that the corridors will once again be empty and she reaches down between them and unbuckles his belt and unzips his jeans. Her tiny denim skirt is already hitched up on her hips and his hands run over her thighs. He reaches up higher and then takes a step back as he pulls the lacy little panties she's wearing down her legs.

She is the one that tugs at him now. Needing him to be closer. But he goes back to stroking the inside of her thighs higher and higher and her head spins.

Maybe I want to see if you want me
Need to know what you would do for me…

From my body I can show you a place god knows
you should know this place is holy, do you really wanna go?

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Her skin is peach-soft and hot. His tongue roams every little crevice of her mouth as he strokes his fingers higher up in between her legs. And when he finally reaches her center she moans loudly. She is wet and he's sure that he moans out too just by the feel of her but all he hears are the sounds coming from her. He rubs her bud with his thumb and she spreads her legs even more.

"I need you…" she whimpers again. "I need you now…"

He lets his jeans fall down to his ankles before grabbing her hips and sliding her towards him. And with one push, that makes them both moan out loud, he's inside her. She wraps her legs around his waist and after that it's mostly a foggy mix of senses. Touch, smell, taste, sound…

And as always, she just takes over his world.

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Nathan puts his pen down and finally gives up on trying to concentrate on the assignment at hand. However much he wants to understand the makings of Oscar Wilde, his brain keeps wondering off to other things. Once again he looks at his watch and wonders what Brooke is doing. She is probably home by now. Either sleeping of her hang-over or obsessing over Lucas. And he is curious to find out how the talk Lucas had with her went, but surprisingly enough his brother isn't here in English-class either.

'They couldn't still be talking, right?' he thinks to himself. Lucas had followed Brooke into the girls' bathroom a little after Algebra had just started and that was almost and hour and a half ago. Suddenly feeling like the decision of leaving his brother and Brooke alone together had been a bad one, he raises his hand.

"Excuse me Sir…" he mumbles. "I need to go to the bathroom."

Mr. Chavez just waves towards the door, not even looking up from the text they're reading, and Nathan shuffles his stuff together and gets up. In the corner of his eye he can see Rachel signing to him. She points towards the empty seat next to her and raises an eyebrow as if to say; 'Where is Brooke?' and he shrugs back in response. He doesn't even know himself.

As he steps out of the English-class he lets out a deep sigh. The last hour has been unbelievably boring, not just because Mr. Chavez is a sucky teacher, but also because since Brooke hadn't been there, no one had been distracting him. Haley was in the tutor-center, working overtime with trying to help her fellow students prepare for their finals, but even when his wife sat beside him, English was always boring without the addition of the bitchy, dimpled little brunette.

He walks down the corridor towards his locker and unconsciously listens for any sign of fighting. But not a sound is heard. And when he reaches the spot where he left Lucas, he hesitates before pushing the bathroom door open. 'No normal person would spend almost two hours in a school bathroom' he thinks. But then again. Who would call either Brooke or Lucas normal?

Just as he reaches for the door-handle, the door is opened from the inside. For a second he is face to face with Brooke and before she pushes past him he has the time to take a look at her.

It's clear that she has been crying, but there is something else. Her lips are red and swollen and she looks a little flushed.

She seems surprised to see him, maybe even a little embarrassed, but she doesn't say anything and a second later she is gone. Then Lucas suddenly appears behind her and Nathan still stands there a little dumbstruck, holding the door open.

"Wait Brooke!" he hears his older brother yell, and that's when he realizes that Lucas has his sweater on inside-out. And the last piece of the puzzle clicks into place.

"Oh no you didn't Brooke…" he mumbles to himself before letting the door slam back into Lucas' face, and then he starts jogging down the corridor to catch up with the little brunette that is already disappearing through the entrance.

The last thing she had said to him before he left her earlier had been that she wanted to have sex with Lucas, and of course she had gotten things her way… Brooke Davis always did.

But that isn't necessarily a good thing.

You don't mean no, nothing at all to me
But, you got what it takes to set me free
Oh, you could mean everything to me…

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Author's note 2: That is it for this chapter. I hope you don't hate me :)
But even if you do, review and tell me why.

For those of you that are following my other story, Girl Behind The Red Door, let me tell you that I know that the update is waaaay overdue. But I'm working on it and should have it up by Wednesday at the latest.

Have a nice week and keep the BL-faith (even though Mark is making it very hard right now)

Love /Lynn

Thank you's

Awhero: Shaz, thanks for your continued support. I love your reviews! Well, I'm not sure if you were expecting the wounded couple to work their way back in this direction but hopefully you'll tell me… lol

B. Davis: LOL, I know that you told me 2 chapters ago that Brooke wouldn't try and sleep with Lucas… but I just couldn't help myself… The angst kept pulling me in.

Vanessa: Lucas should probably back off for a while, but its BL we're talking about and what can I say? LOL Lucas isn't always doing what he should… But thanks so much for your review and I hope you'll keep reading.

Denise: Thank you hunnie, for that sweet review! BH is coming up in the next chapter so don't worry. LOL. I didn't want to 'just throw it in' in this chapter since that would have meant that Haley would have to be in the bathroom with Brooke and Lucas… ;)

Honey1007: Leonie baby, trust me, Brooke WILL trust Lucas again somewhere down the road. But all in good time my dear. Thank you so much for the review hunnie.

Wishinonastar: Hannah, its so sweet of you to say that! And I'm glad that the BL-moment cheered you up. You've already read pieces of this chapter but I hope you'll still tell me what you think. ;)

Whiters: I'm a BL-fan too (lol, of course…) and I want them together, but I need to go where the story takes me. :) I bet you didn't think that this would happen though? Thank you for the review.

Tripnfallbri: Thanks for that amazingly sweet review! And if you thought that last chapter was emotional, then I can't wait to hear what you thought about this one. Thanks again!

Jeytonbrucasnaley: Cheyenne, thank you! I didn't know that you hadn't read this and then you reviewed almost all the chapters in one night! hug I hope this chapter makes up for some of all the BL sex-scenes that I've interrupted lately in GBTRD. And if it doesn't, then look out for my next GBTRD-update. ;)

Daydreamer05: Eleana! I had no idea that this was you:) I just have to say that i'm in love with your review for chapter 11! LOL
I should tell you that i have a soft spot for this story too, even though everybody else seems to love GBTRD more. And maybe thats why i've actually pushed through 2 updates for this story before updating my other one. Well, i certainly feel special now and thanks again!

Catcat51092, BrucasForeva, Brucas333, Brucas2006, Potato92, Brucas831, brucasnaleyjeyton-4everfan and Brucas1622: All of you, thanks sooooo very much for your reviews. They make my day and they inspire me to get the chapters up much faster. You all rock!