The Misfits
Chapter 1
Author's Note : Once i had the title. The rest of story came to me. Let me know what you think readers.?
From the outside looking in. You understood the dynamic right away. Brooke Davis. Was the picture of luxury and status.
While Lucas grew up on the side of town she never paid attention too. Honestly she never knew it existed.
The facts in place were simple really. Their meeting never should of taken place. To begin with.
Tric was never not full of customers. Yet tonight there was nothing but people everywhere you looked.
Brooke hated this job. She missed and longed for the life she once had. Sure her parents money came with strings attached by they were never around for any rules to matter.
She spilled the drinks. Felt a hand go into her blouse. Placing money there.
She glared up at the stranger.
"Keep you're hands off of me!" Brooke exclaimed.
"If want this tip. You can forget the drinks. And come with me to my car. That'll make up for it." The man said.
Brooke rolled her eyes and pushed the man away.
"Not even in you're dirtiest fantasy. Would i ever come near you."
"Leave!" Brooke stated matter of fact.
"You heard her. You son a bitch! Get out of here. Or i'll throw you out. You're friends will love that." A voice said.
"Of course the helpless princess needs to be saved." The guy replied. As he made his way out of the club.
"You didn't have to get involved." Brooke said.
"I didn't. But a woman getting treated like that anywhere i am."
"Won't be tolerated. Are you okay.?" A voice asked.
"I'm great. I need to keep it together my shift isn't over yet."
"Thanks. Table 17." Brooke replied.
The stranger smiled up at her. "My name is Lucas Scott."
"And you are.?" He asked.
"Brooke Davis. I owe you a free desert or i can give you a discount on dinner. My best friend owns this club." She stated matter of fact.
"No need. Meeting you made my night." Lucas replied.
And with that he was gone.
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In two years her inheritance would kick in at 23. And she would be free to live life on her own terms.
In the mean time she shared a house with her best friend Peyton Sawyer.
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Lucas had been working at his mother's cafe since he was 14. At his uncle Keith's auto body shop for around the same time.
When they died. He remained working there. Even though none of it. Felt like home or family anymore.
Lucas changed after that. He hardened and focused on the routine. Truthfully. He stopped feeling much pf anything at all.