~Lucky is the man who is the first love of a woman, but luckier is the woman who is the last love of a man~

"And that's the game!"

The loud buzzer blasted through the large gym as they team filled the court. Everyone cheering as they watched their school's team win the final game before play offs. Pausing on the bleachers, she waited for him and bit her lower lip as she watched him. She loved him in this setting, in his zone. He was always confident, no matter what he was doing, but there was just something about it when he was playing ball. The way he moved, the way he almost glided around the court and shot each shot so effortlessly. He had so much passion when he played. She loved it.

Watching the crowd, he high fived a few teammates as he broke free of it all and stopped at the edge of the court. Bringing his jersey up to wipe his face, her body tingled all over as it revealed some sweet skin that she spent the whole night before touching.

"You are so damn good at that," he panted as he ran his hand over his face and sucked in a sharp breath.

"You seem shocked," she giggled, flipping her hair back and trialing a line of kisses along his stomach and across his chest.

"I am," he told her honestly and she giggled. "I've had girls do some things but never that," he told her, finding it all so weird. How his sweet virginal Brooke was so good at things shocked him. However, she had this nail thing…of course she did other things, but when she was trying to turn him on she always glided her nails ever so gently over him. It was like it barely touched his sensitive skin; however it made his body almost ache. It was like someone was taking a feather and tickling it along his skin and it sent his body into a tingle he never experienced before. He loved it.

"Well…" she traced patterns on his chest and flipped her eyes up at him. "You told me to do what I thought would feel good. I love when people dance their nails across my back or something. Figured wouldn't hurt to try it here."

"I love it," he said and she giggled sucking hard on her lip. "Remind me to thank my brother tomorrow for letting us have his room."

"Lucas," she laughed giving his chest a playful slap and loved how the muscles felt underneath her palm. He had the most amazing body of anyone she had ever seen. He had muscles in places she didn't even know could form.

"I'm serious," he chuckled, curling a strand of hair behind her ear. "I love getting to spend all night with you. Nothing is better than waking up with you beside me," he whispered out honestly and watched her nervously swallow.

"I love it too…" she agreed, giving a light kiss to his thumb as it trailed over her bottom lip. "I'm hanging out with Quinn and Rachel this weekend, but my parents aren't going to be home until next Thursday. You think your mom would freak if you just stayed with me?"

"I could tell her I'm at Tony's," he told her, knowing his mom would freak if she knew he was spending a week at Brooke. Yes, his mom knew he had sex and spent the night at girls' houses, but it was one of those things she would never allow him to do it. It was one of those; she would rather think he was at Tony's then to know he was with a girl. "I may have to sneak out a night or two so she doesn't freak, but I can do that."

"Good…you do that and I'll do things for you," her eyes travelled down his body and when she slowly smirked, his eyes slammed shut with a growl.

"That's it," he gripped his hand in her hair and gave her a rough kiss as he flipped her on her back. "My turn…"

"Your turn?" she mumbled against his lips and felt his mouth curve into a smirk.

"You also will be thanking my brother tomorrow," he informed her and she felt her heart skip a beat with the look he pulled back to give her.

"Lucas…" she felt it slam hard in her chest as he pushed her shirt up and started to trail kisses down her chest. The blonde haired boy loving the moan she released as he disappeared under the sheet.

"Hello?" a hand waved in front of her face, and the young girl released a small squeal as she shook her head back into focus.

"What? Sorry? What did you say?" she cleared her throat and tried to ignore the ache between her legs.

"I asked if you were still coming over tomorrow?" Quinn repeated, giving her friend a questionable look, unsure of why she looked so flushed.

"Yes," Brooke felt her voice crack a bit and she felt herself blush. "Yeah, I am."

"Ok, cool. I'll text you tomorrow," the girl bounced off the bleachers and flashed her a perfect smile. "Later Brooke!"

"Later…" she barely mumbled out as she watched her boy start to move down the court toward her. His eyes locking onto hers and a slow smirk forming across his face, as if he just read what her mind was thinking.

"Hey sexy," the corner of his mouth twisted sideways as he smiled.

"Hi…" she felt her skin tingle, when his hands gripped her sides and lifted her off the bleachers. "You played great."

"Thank you…" his eyes stayed locked on hers as he stayed with a smirk across his lips. "Whatcha thinking?"

"Nothing," she rubbed the prickles off her neck as she glanced around the court.

"Sure," he chuckled and loved the blush that swept across her cheeks. That was one of his favorite things about her, how innocent she was and how embarrassed she got when human nature took over her. "Want to come to my place tonight? My mom made dinner and I kinda need to study for our econ test."

"Sure," she ran her hands down his arms to link with his. "I'd love some good food."

"Yes, because I'm sure all the fancy dinners you get served are terrible," he mocked rolling his eyes.

"Well…it's not," she admitted and he chuckled. "But still nice to have home cooked food."

"Now that I'll agree on," he started to tug her down the court and toward the doors.

"Don't you want to say bye to everyone?"

"No," he looked over his shoulder at all his friends and watched as his favorite girl stood talking to Rachel and Tony. Her smile slipping for a moment as her gorgeous eyes trailed to the right and landed on his former best friend. The blonde haired boy gave a tight lip smile and tiny wave as he slapped Jack on the back and moved toward the locker room. "I'll talk to them later…" he mumbled out, shaking his head as Haley's words played in his mind. Knowing he was going to have to have that talk sooner rather than later.

"Ok," Brooke flipped the paper up a little, stroking her hand through his hair. "A firm sells a product in a purely competitive market. The marginal cost of the product at the current output of 500 units is k.d 1.50. The minimum possible average variable cost is k.d 1.00. The market price of the product is k.d 1.25. To maximize profit or minimize losses, the firm should: A) continue producing 500 units. B) Produce less than 500 units. C) Produce more than 500 units. D) Shut down."

"Mmm…" he mumbled against her neck, sucking on a spot he swore tasted like candy, how one person tasted so good was beyond him, but her skin was literally sweet tasting. Always made him wonder what other parts of her tasted like.

"Did you say D?" she felt her body react to his mouth but really did her best to ignore it. When he kissed her like that it made her nervous, made her body crave more, even when her head told her that it wasn't right.

"Mhmm…" his hand slipped in her back pocket, rolling her body into his.

"Well I hope not, because it's wrong," she giggled, her back arching up into him. "You know," she gripped onto his short locks pulling his head back to look at her. "I don't think you want to study at all."

"Aw, I knew my baby was smart," he teased, her crinkling her nose at him in the most adorable way, making him smile.

"I do have my moments," she gave a gentle smile, looking up and running her fingers through his hair. He was so different from what people thought, behind closed doors, alone with her, he had this essence about him that was so relaxing to her. He was gentle, sweet and dare she say loving. Last week proved that to her. The way he treated her while she was dealing with Alex, how calming he was. He let her feel what she needed to and did all he could to make her smile. He looked at her in a way no one ever had before and she knew without a doubt she was in love with him. Even if he didn't return those exact feelings she thought he might one day.

"What are you thinking?" he brushed the back of his finger along her cheek bone. Brooke turning her head to kiss it, trailing her mouth down his hand and reaching the palm. "Brooke…" he felt something build up in his chest with her look and with every kiss, her just giving a nervous smile, cupping his cheek and bringing him down to kiss her.

Her lips were so smooth, he realized that the first time they ever kissed, that she had without a doubt the smoothest lips he had ever felt, and he had felt a lot of lips. Flipping him over on his back, Lucas himself was a little shocked by her power of control. Normally she just let him lead the way; this was probably the first time she ever did something that forceful.

Straddling over his waist, her hands cradled his face bringing herself to crash her lips back into his. Brushing her tongue across his lower lip she nipped his lip and slid her tongue inside, letting out a low moan when he stroked his hot tongue along hers.

"Brooke…" his heart raced as she pulled away looking at him, dropping her head to rest against his. "What-?"

"Lucas…Don't…" she pushed her finger to his lips. "Don't say anything, please?" she begged seeing all the things running through his mind. "Just…" she pulled back to sit up, slowly and nervously taking hold of the bottom of her shirt and bringing it over her head, his eyes widening and mouth running dry.

"Brooke…" his hand reached up to hold her side, brushing his fingers across her ribs making her shiver.

She really did look beautiful looking down at him. Her bottom lip laid trembling between her teeth as her hands crumbled her shirt in her hands. He was almost positive he could hear her heart slamming into her chest but if he was honest that one might be his. But she did look beautiful, her hair that was held back in a bun was tumbling in a mess, little strands framing all around her face, but there was one thing she still held…innocence.

"Just…just kiss me," her words shook with fear as she leaned down kissing him. Lucas kissing her back with just as much passion and force as he normally did before it all registering to him and he pulled back.

"Brooke wait…" he took her hands in his when they fumbled over his belt.

"What?" she panted looking down at him, searching all over his face for what he was thinking.

"We aren't going to do this…" he whispered and saw the pain flicker in her eyes.

"You don't want me?" the dark orbs filled with salty tears as her swollen lip trembled.

"Of course I want you Brooke…" he threaded his fingers through her dark locks. "I don't think I've ever wanted someone with how much I want you in this moment but we can't do this. You're not ready for this."

"Yes I am," her voice cracked and he felt to be just about the worst person in the world. "I wouldn't be doing this if I wasn't ready."

"Brooke you're shaking," he pointed out feeling her whole body trembling on top of him, just looking at her hands in his he felt them shake.

"Because I don't know what I'm doing, Lucas, not because I don't think I'm ready," she told him, a tear dropping from her eye and splashing on his hand. "I'm ready, I just…god I don't know what to do, I don't want you comparing me to those other girls. That thought is petrifying to me."

"Baby…" he reached up to touch her cheek but she slapped his hand away.

"God I'm so stupid," she ran her hand through her messy hair climbing off him. "Why would I ever think you might actually want me?" she yanked her shirt on, not even caring it was inside out as she grabbed her things.

"Brooke come on, please let's just talk about this," he pleaded not wanting her leaving upset. He really meant what he said, he did want her but she wasn't ready. She deserved so much more than him, so much better. It shocked him more that someone like her would actually want someone like him.

"I don't get you, Lucas!" she snapped at him. "You are perfectly fine doing everything else with me, but you won't sleep with me? What is wrong with me that you don't want to sleep with me?" her voice cracked and his head dropped with a frown. "God, leave me alone, Lucas," she shook her head at him, grabbing her bag off the floor and rushing to the door. Not at all wanting to be around him, she was too embarrassed to even look at the guy.

"Brooke wait I-" he rushed off the bed after her, greeted with a slam in the face. "I'm sorry…" he frowned dropping his head to the door.

"You let her leave?" she repeated and he groaned. He was aware of what happened. He didn't need her repeating it every two seconds. "She completely puts herself out there and you let her leave? How could you be that stupid?"

"I panicked!" he threw his hand up and dropped on the bed. "Yes, ok we fool around and it's fun, I mean, it's really fun Quinn…"

"I don't need a mental picture, Luke," the young girl waved her hand at the two of them messing around. It weirded her out, it was like listening to her brother talk about his sex life.

"What I'm saying is that I can handle us doing so much, I can. But…"

"But what?" she moved toward him and eased beside him on the bed. "What are you thinking Lukie Loo?" she ran her hand over his back and watched about a million things run through his mind.

"I don't want to hurt her…" he sighed with a light shrug.

"Lucas, Rachel and I were kidding, it's not that-"

"Not like that Quinn," he cut her off quickly and ran a hand over his face. "I screwed up pretty bad. What I did could really hurt her and I just… I don't want her to think I'm using her. I knew it would come up at some point, I knew I would have to deal with it all. However, I just thought…I thought I would be honest with her about everything and she would forgive me and we would be good and we would go from there."

"If you are so worried about it, why not be honest with her? Why not tell her about Greg?" Quinn offered and hated the pain written all over his face. "I know I said maybe you should hold off, but…but it seems to be really starting to bother you Lucas. Maybe she will understand…"

"And if she doesn't?" he lifted his head to look at her. "If we sleep together without her knowing the truth she will forever remember me as the asshole she lost her virginity too but also the asshole who lied to her and hurt her. I don't want her to be damaged like that. Sex is a big deal to her Quinn…I can't ruin it for her like that…"

"You are putting way too much thought into something that might happen…Luke, if you are meant to be with her, and believe me I know how cliché and fairytale book this sounds, but if you are and she truly cares about you, she will forgive you. But you have to trust in her Lukie, you have to trust in the both of you."

"I never wanted to fall for her," he told her honestly, knowing he could only ever say that to the girl beside him. "I never planned any of this…" he sighed knowing this all started as some stupid bet. Something to get back at Clay, but over time…over time it changed.

"I know…and I can really see what she means to you, if it's eating at you this much," she ran her hand through his hair and bit her lip looking at him. "I think you might love her Lukie…"

"I don't really think it…" he mumbled and her eyes widened as she let that sink in. Yeah, she thought he cared, yes, she thought he was really falling for her, but she never thought he would own up to it. She figured he would deny it. Roll his eyes and scuff at the idea of love, something he swore for years wasn't real. She was shocked.

"Lucas…"

"But that is stupid right," he stood up and dismissed it quickly. "I've known this girl a few months. You don't feel that in a few months."

"It doesn't really have a time frame Luke. There isn't a month quota to determine when you start to love someone. It just…it just happens…"

"When did you know you loved Clay?" he wondered and her brows knitted. "How long did it take?"

"Honestly?" she raised a brow and he nodded for her to continue. "When my dad died," she gave a short shrug and shifted on the bed.

"Ya'll weren't even together then…"

"I know," she released a dry laugh and brushed her hand through her hair. "I was with Felix…but he didn't listen, which you know. However, ever night for a month straight Clay would come over, sneak into my room and watch movies with me. He never pushed me to talk, never asked me how I felt, just let me lay there and watch movie after movie and when I cried…well he held me. He promised me everything would be ok and he made me feel safe."

"I didn't know that…." he leaned against the dresser, so unaware of their whole relationship. He thought they only got together because they got drunk one night at a party and started making out. He didn't know it happened months before then.

"No one did," she picked at her bed spread and pulled in a short breath. "I didn't know how to tell him how I felt. I mean, he was one of my closest friends and I didn't want to screw it up, but one night he came over like he always did and we were just lying there and he looked at me," she got a distant look on her face as she remembered the moment. "And he whispered it out…it was so silent and I swear I stopped breathing for a moment. But he said I love you…I've always loved you and he asked for a chance. Just one chance and he swore he would do everything in his power to never let me feel like I did again."

"Just like that? Ya'll weren't even together and he just blurted it out? What if you didn't say anything back? Why risk feeling like an idiot?"

"Because when you love someone you just say it. If you truly love someone, you have to throw caution to the wind and blurt it out because otherwise you will never know what could have been. When you say it…well even if they don't say anything back least they know."

"Quinn…" he paused a moment looking at her and she lifted her head up to meet his gaze. "I know you still love him…"

"Lucas…"

"I want you happy…all I've ever wanted was you happy…"

"I am happy Lucas…"

"No you aren't," he shook his head quickly. "Not like you were when you were with him. I don't think I've seen you light up like you just did in months…" he told her and she gave a shrug unsure of what he wanted her to do about that. "You don't have to pick sides. You can love him and…and still be my best friend…" he hesitantly mumbled out and felt his heart race with nerves. The thought of losing his best friend really scaring the shit out of him, however, the thought of her being broken hearted destroyed him.

"What are you saying Luke?"

"I'm saying I was an asshole for making you pick sides…"

"You didn't make me pick sides," she defended, a statement they both argued over the last year or so.

"I didn't really tell you it was ok either," he said and her mouth twisted to the side as the pressure built in her eyes. "I love you, you know?"

"Yeah," her voice cracked as she rose up and moved toward him, wrapping her arms tight around his neck, she squeezed him tight. "I love you too…" she kissed the side of his head. "And I'm more than positive she does too…"

"I don't know what to do Quinn…I can't lose her…"

"You won't…." she pulled back and squeezed his arms. "I promise sweetie, you won't."

"And if I do?" he asked, because that thought would always be lingering in the back of his mind. No matter what anyone said, he wasn't sure at all how all this would go down.

"Well…then I'll sneak every night into your room and watch movies," she teased a little and he cracked a smile.

"Will there be ice cream?"

"Double chocolate chip," she teased and he let out a loud laugh as he shook his head. "Give her the night, maybe even the weekend to calm down and get over the embarrassment. Send her a text tomorrow but don't force her to talk just yet. Her ego is wounded, she is already scared of giving herself to you and to be shot down like that…well it's going to take her a bit to get over it."

"I'm such an asshole…"

"You have a penis…it's part of ya'll DNA make up. I feel y'all have an extra chromosome that says, be a dick."

"Gee, thanks," he rolled his eyes and dropped on her bed. "So don't go over to her place?"

"No…I texted her, she is home safe," she told him as she walked over and hit the TV and killed the lights.

"I don't like her upset…" he mumbled out, really just wanting to go over there and talk to her.

"I know," she walked over and climbed up beside him on the bed. "Just text her, but don't go over there tonight."

"Ok," he dove for his phone, feeling that was all the permission he needed. Typing quickly a text, he waited in hopes for a response.

"You aren't stupid," she promised as she sat beside the crying girl. She wasn't sure what had happened when the young girl had called crying, but when she heard her whimper that was enough for her. She instantly told Tony she would call him the next day and sped over to check on the girl she grew so overprotective of.

"He doesn't want me Rachel…" she cried, as her head rested in her friend's lap. "What about me doesn't he want?"

"It's not that, Penny. I promise it's not that," Rachel said, pulling in a long breath. "I've known Lucas for years. I've never seen him with anyone the way he is with you."

"Then why won't he do it?" she sniffled, sitting up. "He sleeps with everyone and we do things and he says he enjoys it, but why won't he sleep with me? What did I do wrong?"

"Nothing!" Rachel rushed to tell her and knocked a hair that was sticking to her cheek. "Sweetie, you didn't do anything. Sometimes…sometimes things happen that we don't understand. But Lucas is crazy about you, so I can assure you if he stopped you, it's a really good reason."

"Yeah, like he thinks I'll suck at it…"

"No…" she told her slowly. "He might…he might just be scared…"

"Why?"

"Because he's never slept with someone he really cared about before. He cares about your feelings Brooke."

"Yeah, well he didn't care to shit on them tonight," she growled and Rachel laughed a little at how cute she was. Yes, she was angry but she never heard her curse before it. It was kinda funny. "What?"

"Nothing, just never heard you say a curse word before."

"Yeah well, I might start saying them more, because this feeling sucks right now," she got up and walked over to her dresser when she heard her phone going off.

"Who is it?" Rachel asked, seeing the girl bite hard on her lip as she looked at the screen. "Is it him?" she asked, but was more than sure she knew the answer.

"Yeah…" Brooke read the message and quickly closed her phone back. "But I'm still mad at him. So I'm not going to respond."

"Good…don't," Rachel agreed with a shrug. "Make him beg a little. It will be funny to see and I can assure you it will make him want you that much more," she smirked and Brooke laughed. "Now come on. I know that massive freezer downstairs has to have some double chocolate chip ice cream," she bounced off the bed and out the room.

"Yeah," Brooke paused a moment and grabbed her phone to reread the message.

'Angel, I'm so sorry.

I never meant to hurt you or embarrass you.

Please call me.

Or at least let me know you're home safe.'

Debating if she wanted to send back, she chewed harder on her lip and jumped a little when her phone went off again with another message.

'I want you baby…

I'm going crazy here with how much I want you.

Please talk to me.'

"Brooke!"

"Coming!" the young girl yelled back and shook her head. "Make him beg," she mumbled to herself and sat her phone back on the nightstand. "Make him beg," she spun on her feet and went downstairs to join her friend for some ice cream.

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