"Lucas…" I giggle as we walk to the lunchroom. "You look like a straight up mess," I smooth out his shirt and adjust his collar.

"Not my fault," he grumbles, sliding his hands up my thighs making me squirm. "You know what these things do to me," he growls, dipping his head down to nip at my neck making a chill run down my spine. "And it's been weeks Brooke," he reminds me, us not sleeping together since the last time at his game. It the definition of a quickie.

"I'm sorry," I fake a pout and his eyes narrow on me. "I am!" I let out a laugh and he growls stepping himself back from me and pouting his way into the cafeteria. "Lucas!" I try to quiet my laughter as I follow quickly after him.

"I'm not talking to you," he grumbles and again a slight laugh comes from me and he just glares at me more.

"Oh Lukie," I tease, sliding my arms around his waist from behind as he stands in line to get food. "I'm just kidding," I push up on my toes, completely ignoring the stares around me. "You know I'm kidding," I rest my chin on his shoulder.

"You're mean to me…" he whines, surveying the food before him and running his hand over one of mine as it stays wrapped around him.

"And you pout like Lily," I inform him and he just growls more. "I'm sorry I keep poking fun," I apologize honestly this time. "I know you're a little frustrated," I whisper low, not wanting parts of this talk out in the open.

"Not little Brooke, extremely," he flashes a half smile at one sophomore girl beside him and she giggles to her friends making me roll my eyes. "And…" he spins to face me and I stumble back a step, his strong hand catching me before I fall, like he knew I might, before he even turned. "All this making out and rubbing all on me isn't helping…" he informs me and I blush a bit when the same sophomore girl lets out a squeak and turns bright red.

"Luke…" I grit my teeth a bit, wanting to bury my face in his chest. "You don't like PDA but you will openly announce the talk of sex in public?" I question and his brows crease.

"Different things," he states and I give him a look.

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, people aren't watching me have sex," he states like it's completely different things.

"Silly boy," I slide my hand around him and grab my own tray of food. "Your logic is so out there," I move away from him to pay for my meal.

"No it's not," he follows behind me as I type in my number and flash the older woman a smile.

"Thank you," I tell her and she nods as Lucas does the same behind me.

"Thanks," Lucas tells her as he starts to follow after me. "But how is it not right?"

"Because that is embarrassing," I inform him and wiggle around all the tables to an open one. Very aware of the few wondering eyes on us, all seeming to trying to figure it out and feeling as a pair of dark ones bore into me, bitch truly hates me.

"So you're telling me you will make out in front of complete strangers but the talk of sex makes you blush?"

"Yes," I spin to face him, him for once almost slamming into me. Tired of always being the klutzy one. "Sex is private, personal between me and a person I truly care about. Not the whole world."

"Maybe I feel the same about kissing," he matches my stance, looking to be completely holding his ground.

"No you don't," I shake my head quickly at that. "Relationships freak you out, not the kissing part," I challenge and a slow smirk starts to play on his lips as I take a step closer.

"You think you know me Miss Davis?" his blonde brow corks up and I feel the bubble build in my stomach.

"Yeah I think I do," I smirk, biting down on my bottom lip. "Lucas…" I sway a step closer to him, balancing my tray by my side as my eyes trail down his body and back up. "I'm holding your hand Mr. Scott," I inform him, in the mist of our talk, slipping mine into his. Lucas being the one to lace them together.

"I… I didn't notice that," his eyes dart to our hands.

"It's not so bad now, is it?" I raise my brow and he shakes his head. Me seeing how much I can press my luck as I push up on my toes, using his little frustration against him and carefully brushing my lips against his. Feeling as he freezes just a moment before kissing me back and then I slowly pull away. "Affection to someone you care about isn't a show for others," I whisper to him, his eyes getting that lustful gaze over he has been seeming to get a lot over the last couple days. "It just means I can't stand being around you and not touching you," I smirk a bit, taking our entwined hands and brushing a bit of lip gloss off his lip. "And if people get jealous then bonus for us," I tease and he lets out a slow smile.

"I'm working on it," he tells me and I slowly nod as he presses a kiss to my hand. "Come on," he tugs me towards the table and I smile.

"So you know what I'm thinking?" I slide down to my sit, Lucas falling down beside me.

"I never know what you're thinking," he teases and I roll my eyes at him.

"Shut up," I laugh a bit leaning closer to him and resting my chin on his shoulder. "I'm thinking I might stay at Haley's tonight," I smirk, trapping my tongue between my teeth.

"You do huh?"

"Yeah, because I feel so bad that you are so stressed out," I pout a bit, teasing him. "And I don't want you broody, well more broody then you normally are," I joke and his eyes playfully glare at me.

"Yeah because you coming over would clearly be to help my needs…"

"Well obviously," I lean back, flipping back my hair.

"You love it and you know it," he smirks, leaning in like he is about to kiss me but jerks up to my ear. "Because you love nothing more than me kissing you and being inside of you," he growls in my ear, his hand sliding up my thigh and feel as his long finger grazes over my panties.

"Luke…" I shift a bit, gripping his shoulder so I don't fall from my chair.

"What?" his finger flicks across me again and my whole body quivers. Grabbing onto that gorgeous face of his and slamming my mouth hard into his, feeling as he goes to completely object against it but I don't let him. Because honestly right now I don't care about his weird PDA, behind closed doors and tables wants. I don't care. "Brooke…" he growls, pulling back, his hand framing on my face and fingers tangled in my hair.

"We should go home now," I tell him panting, his eyes getting that lustful gaze it gets and my heart races.

"School?"

"Don't care," I answer honestly and he stands up, gripping my hand and tugging me up. I, of course stumbling over my feet as he drags us out the door.

"You know…" he stumbles around to slam me against the brick wall on the way to the car. "People probably know you are leaving for sex," he smirks, slamming his lips against mine and gripping tight on my hips.

"Uhh…" I moan a bit when he yanks my hips into his, and trails a line of kisses down my neck. "Yeah, surprisingly I don't care," I admit, closing my eyes as his hands run down my body. "If you can get over me kissing you, then well…well honestly I don't care about anything else," my hand grips in his hair and yank him up to kiss me.

"Promise?" his knee wiggles between my legs and I let out a slight gasp. "Because I don't think I can drive home…"

"Why?"

"Because…" he pulls back from kissing me and removes his leg to shove himself against me, feeling his want press against my center. "I can't wait that long…" he pants, brushing my hair from my face.

"Ok…" I suck on my swollen bottom lip looking at him. "Where do you want to go?"


"Lucas…are we going to get in trouble?" I mumble against his lips, my heart pounding.

"No…" he shakes his head, stumbling me through the room. "No one ever comes in here…"

"That's probably because it's…kinda creepy," I glance around the room we are in. It's in the downstairs of the gym by the coaches' office. Apparently it used to be used for when they had injuries and bring them in here to get checked. Well that's before they built a whole new room closer to the court and football field.

"It's fine," he chuckles, lifting me up and dropping me onto some cot. "No one seriously comes in here anymore."

"So what?" I kink a brow as he starts trailing kisses along my collarbone. "You just bring all your little lovers to the cot of sex having?" I tease a bit and he growls, flipping off me and dropping down beside me.

"Brooke…" he pants, running his hand over his face. "You are completely ruining the moment."

"I'm sorry," I apologize, turning on my side to face him. Resting my hand on his chest and snuggling close. For some reason completely out of the mood for this. Not him, but more the random location.

"Why are you being so…different?" he questions, turning his head to look at me. "You were all for it five minutes ago, wanting to leave school but now…now you just…you're just being weird…"

"I know…I just feel weird," I admit, trailing my finger down his chest.

"Why?"

"I just…" I shift on my arm to look down at him. Staring down at him as he looks at me and I let out a big sigh. "Sorry…"

"It's fine," he brushes my hair back as he looks at me. "Just tell me what's up?"

"I want to be with you Lucas," I tell him, because honestly I do, my whole body is telling me to shut up and get on with it, but other things are saying slow down a moment. "But at the same time I want to be special to you… and a cold dark basement, where you've brought other girls before along with about half the guys in the school, just doesn't seem that special."

"Brooke, you are aware we've had sex in closets right?" he points out with a croaked half grin.

"Yes Lucas, but that was different," I tell him. "Then we were just fooling around, now we are together and this is our first time together since getting together and I just want it to be different. Special…"

"Special…" he breathes out and I slowly nod, knowing how much of a girl I am now.

"Plus I think there is a spider over there," I mumble, looking in the corner and he laughs. "I'm serious! They are creepy…."

"I know, I know crazy girl," he sits up brushing my hair behind my ear, giving me that smile that makes my heart do a flip. "Guess this is…a little…"

"Gross…" I state and he chuckles.

"Yeah, a bit," he looks at the cot we are on. "Who knows when this thing gets cleaned…"

"Lucas," I growl, slapping his chest. "That is so disgusting…" I inform him and he laughs, getting myself lost in those gorgeous eyes of his as I reach up touching his cheek. Resting my head against his and giving him a gentle kiss, knowing completely the feelings I have for him. Just so petrified to say it out loud.

"What are you thinking?" he whispers, is teeth dragging over his bottom lip, pulling my attention there.

"I'm crazy about you Lucas," I whisper out, running my hands through his hair. "And I think… I think you are, or could be just as crazy about me…"

"Brooke…" I watch him swallow hard and I'm not sure if he is doing it so I stop or just doing it because he is nervous.

"Just…just make me a promise," I tell him and he slowly nods. "Promise you trust me enough to trust I won't ever hurt you."

"Brooke, come on," he shakes his head; I know being such a boy he doesn't want to talk about feelings.

"I know, I know Lucas," I wave my hand, completely understanding. "But it's scary to me…scary to know I'm…falling for someone," swallow extremely hard on that as I watch his reaction, "and to think they are just too scared to let themselves fall back."

"Brooke…" he runs his hand over his head as he thinks a moment. "Look Brooke, I'm not…I'm not a feelings talk person…"

"I know… I know that Lucas…"

"I don't tell people…that…" he says and I definitely know what that means. "And I just… I don't know what you want me to say."

"Nothing!" I tell him quickly. "I don't want you to say anything… I don't care if you never say anything; I just want to know you feel…it…" I slide my hand over his chest. "And I'm not saying you feel it now, or tomorrow or even a month from now. I just want to know you will allow yourself to be open to that feeling," I give a half shrug and his finger hooks under my chin to give me a gentle kiss.

Pulling back, his head rest against mine and he lets out a slow breath as it rushes across my lips, "I swear I'm working on it," he whispers low and I slowly nod, sucking on my bottom lip. "But I can promise that I don't… I don't want you hurting again," his eyes trail down to that stupid scar on my leg. "Words don't always mean what you feel Brooke, sometimes it's more actions," his thumb strokes the mark and I slowly nod. "So just…don't give up on me yet, alright?"

"I'd never," I let out a small laugh.

"Ok," he slides off the cot and helps me up. "I guess we should head to class…"

"Yeah," I agree, holding his hand as I move towards the door.

"But…" he jerks me back, my chest slamming into his. "You have to promise me something…"

"Anything…" I tell him, shuffling my feet a half step closer.

"That tonight," he brushes my lose hair backs and leans to my ear. "You are mine," he growls in my ear and nips my lobe. "And try to wear that red lace thing…because it's sexy as hell…"

"Luke…" I blush, placing my hand on his chest.

"You have to promise Brooke," he states and I giggle a bit.

"I promise," I push up on my toes for a kiss. "Now come on, I need to get you out of here before I completely ignore the creepy spider," I tease and he laughs as I tug him out the door, swearing this day will drag on forever.


Sorry so short, but here is the new chapter and I hope you all enjoyed!

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