Lucas walks through the hallways with an impending sense of nervousness.
He feels like all eyes are on him, and doesn't even want to think about
Peyton. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to conjecture that their
relationship is going to be very rocky and uncomfortable. He gulps and
embraces the new day.
His fingers meet the hard plastic of the dial on his cold, metal locker. He turns the plastic, studying the numbers. He realizes just how complicated things are-as if for the first time. Lucas feels liberated however, after having been with Brooke. He feels stable knowing that Peyton is aware of everything. He knows he shouldn't feel guilty, that she had her chance, and that he isn't at fault for anything.
But he does.
His locker lurches open as Haley James walks up, her bright smile displayed proudly on her face. "Hey Luke!" she smiles confidently. Right now, Lucas envies her confidence.
"Hey Hales. How's everything?"
"I'm great. Lucas, is something wrong? You left the party without even talking to me. . ."
Lucas looks to her and smiles his reassuring gleam. "No, I'm great. Really."
Haley notices a light in his eyes, something he's never had before. "I believe you. Lucas-you deserve this happiness. You're one of the greatest people I know."
"Thanks Haley. I really, really appreciate that," Lucas says as he simultaneously pulls out his American History book.
"I've got to give Brooke props too-I've never seen you with that little jig in your step before. Whatever she's doing to you, I think it's good."
Lucas chuckles to himself. "Yea, I guess I was pretty stupid to assume that me and her would be kept on the down low."
"Don't worry about it Lucas," Haley declares, placing a firm hand on his shoulder. "You were supportive of me being with Nathan even though it took a little while-due to extenuating circumstances," she laughs softly. "I don't think this should be any different."
Lucas smiles at her. "It really means a lot to hear that, because I probably won't hear the end of what did and what didn't happen between me and Brooke at Nathan's party."
"Well, as far as I'm concerned, I wouldn't be being fair if I acted any other way," Haley speaks as she nods down the hall. Nathan is coming and he smiles at Haley in a way only he can do.
"Go ahead," Lucas grins. He ruffles Haley's hair and she walks towards Nathan. He clasps her hand and they walk down the hall together towards the Tutoring Center.
Lucas closes his locker and heads to his first class.
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The bell explodes with an annoying dissonance as Luke is released. He runs into Jake and slaps his hand, as they exchange a few friendly words. Then Lucas finds himself at his locker again, following the same redundant routine that he does on a daily basis. He hurls his history book inside as he feels a pair of hands enter the back pockets of his denim jeans.
"So who's this beautiful girl that Lucas Scott slept with on Saturday night after the game?" a husky, sexy voice whispers into his ear. Luke turns around and embraces Brooke Davis as she reaches up to place a soft peck upon his lips.
"Beats me, but I hear she was pretty damn good."
Brooke giggles as her hands find their familiar place behind his neck. She kisses him again and cocks her head to the side as Lucas speaks.
"So, have you talked to Peyton?" he questions, his eyebrow raised.
"I don't think that would be a very intelligent idea. Falling on past experience here, I've found that we forget a lot easier than we forgive."
"Whatever works-But hey, I have to get to math-"
"I don't think so," Brooke smiles slyly. "All that I've been thinking about today is you and you're definitely not getting away that easily!" Brooke pulls Lucas by the collar and quickly throws him inside the nearest janitor's closet.
Quickly pulling the door closed behind her and pressing the lock in place, she approaches him slowly. They are surrounded by darkness, and she only has her hands to guide her. Reaching out, her hands find the thin chain which dangles from above. She gives it a tug, but Lucas intercepts.
"No, leave it off."
"Oh-kinky. I like it," Brooke laughs softly. Her hands find his body and travel down below his pant-line. "Just you and me, baby."
Lucas snickers as he pulls her close to him. He would have never thought to be doing anything like this, especially at school, but Brooke makes it easy. She gives him the strength and the audacity to do things he could never normally be conceivably doing. He is able to be a daredevil, to actually enjoy life.
Their bodies rock against each other, their fingers exploring each other's skin against the heavy cloak of darkness. He loves the way he feels when she touches him-the hair all over his body stands on end; she's like a light breeze, barely swooshing by, yet leaving a heavy imprint behind. He can almost feel the heat from their passion rising within the tiny, confined space as he pulls Brooke's halter-top over her head.
He stares at her in her red bra and matching thong panties, his hand traveling down the arch of her back. It comes to rest on the small of her back as his other quests to her cheek. Her own well-manicured hands are grasping his shoulders.
He can tell that she's ready for it-ready to actually consummate their relationship and make love.
"Brooke-I'm not so sure-"Lucas whispers softly, his breathe causing gooseflesh to ripple across her skin.
She smiles at him, astounded by his morality. He never ceases to amaze her as he holds her there in his arms. No other guy had ever asked to stop, abstained from having sex with her. She knows that this isn't an insult to her-Lucas Scott is just a good guy.
"It's ok, we don't have to," she replies as she runs a hand through his hair.
"No, I want to. I really do. Just, not here-," Lucas explains, his hands leaving her back to motion across the small room. "I just don't want to remember losing it in a janitor's closet next to a mop."
Brooke giggles softly. "I totally get it. Well, if you're sure, we can go somewhere else."
"Like, leave the school?"
"Well, yea! Come on, you're a big, brave boy. Be a rebel-I like that in a man."
"Ok-I guess Whitey won't mind if I skip one practice. Where do you wanna go to-you know. . . do it?"
"Wow Goldy, you're really cute. Let's just cross that bridge when we get to it-now where exactly did my pants run off to?"
As she scurries about on the floor, the lock clicks and the door handle turns.
"Shit!" Lucas and Brooke state at the same time. Lucas picks up a thermal blanket hidden back in the closet and as the door opens, he quickly hurls it on the unsuspecting janitor. The poor old man falls to the ground, wrapped in the cotton net and Brooke, in all her partially-naked glory, carefully steps over him. She has her clothes in her hands and runs, awkwardly, with one high-heeled shoe on. The other falls from her grasp onto the floor.
Lucas quickly snatches it up and runs, barefoot and in his wifebeater and boxers, behind Brooke. They're both guffawing-luckily the hallways are partially empty except for the handful of students walking tardy to their classes. They're in for a great helping of eye candy as Brooke Davis rushes past clad only in her crimson-red brassiere and matching thong underwear with her boy-toy in tow.
The scant few students point, some laugh, the males stare wide-eyed. However, despite cursing words from the now-standing janitor, the pair burst through the doors and run down the sidewalk towards the student parking lot. Brooke reaches her car and turns around to laugh hysterically.
Lucas joins her next to her car as the pair catches their breath despite the humor of the incident. After they're in a regular state, they hop into Brooke's Beetle and she starts the engine.
"We are going to be so busted," Lucas chortles as he slaps his knee.
Brooke puts the car in reverse and backs out, then drives off towards the exit of the parking lot. "But it is going to be so worth it. We're going to the beach."
"You have got to be kidding," Lucas gasps. "That's like three hours away."
"Did we forget our little conversation in that lovely closet? The whole rebel thing? Besides, I spent a fortune on the other bikini that I didn't wear to Nathan's party and you know I have to show it off."
"Whatever," Lucas stares wide-eyed at Brooke. Although his better judgement tells him not to follow through with this plan, his instincts tell him to go for it. He admires Brooke for her driven, ferocious personality. She knows what she wants, and she gets it. Like how she wanted him, and how she wants to go the beach. And they will go to the beach, and, as he looks around, she also has him.
"We'll go to my house-pick up the stuff. You can wear one of my dad's speedos," Brooke laughs. Lucas softly punches her shoulder, laughing all the while. "Just kidding! I'm sure he has an extra pair of trunks somewhere. God, I'm so brilliant!"
"That's exactly what you are-brilliant and beautiful," Lucas smirks, leaning over to kiss her on the cheek. Brooke looks away from the road and stares at him admiringly.
"Besides, nothing beats sex on the beach," she says softly.
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As Brooke predicted, her parents are gone-her dad is at work and her mother is at lunch. As usual, however, they didn't forget her cash.
She looks stunning in her leopard-print two-piece. She throws a large tee- shirt over herself and grabs her thong sandals. Lucas has on his wifebeater and Mr. Davis' swim trunks. They're a little large, but they'll have to do.
They hop in the car and depart towards the coast. The car speeds down the open road-no one is headed to the beach at 10 in the morning.
Luke runs a hand through her dark hair. Suddenly, he feels the wind blowing through his own short locks as Brooke's sunroof opens. She looks at him, mischief plain on her face as she rises in her seat. Her hands release from the wheel as she pulls herself out to stand, her upper body protruding from the sunroof.
"Shit Brooke!" Lucas cackles as he takes control of the wheel. Brooke is whooping and screaming as the wind blows through her hair, sending it whipping about her face as Lucas steers below her.
Lucas loves seeing her like this-she's like a tigress: feral, untamed, independent. He marvels at her beauty and her grace, and her tenacity. He longs for the freedom she has as she stands there without a care in the world.
She's his tigress-his nonchalant and free Brooke Davis. Their car continues its journey to the sun.
His fingers meet the hard plastic of the dial on his cold, metal locker. He turns the plastic, studying the numbers. He realizes just how complicated things are-as if for the first time. Lucas feels liberated however, after having been with Brooke. He feels stable knowing that Peyton is aware of everything. He knows he shouldn't feel guilty, that she had her chance, and that he isn't at fault for anything.
But he does.
His locker lurches open as Haley James walks up, her bright smile displayed proudly on her face. "Hey Luke!" she smiles confidently. Right now, Lucas envies her confidence.
"Hey Hales. How's everything?"
"I'm great. Lucas, is something wrong? You left the party without even talking to me. . ."
Lucas looks to her and smiles his reassuring gleam. "No, I'm great. Really."
Haley notices a light in his eyes, something he's never had before. "I believe you. Lucas-you deserve this happiness. You're one of the greatest people I know."
"Thanks Haley. I really, really appreciate that," Lucas says as he simultaneously pulls out his American History book.
"I've got to give Brooke props too-I've never seen you with that little jig in your step before. Whatever she's doing to you, I think it's good."
Lucas chuckles to himself. "Yea, I guess I was pretty stupid to assume that me and her would be kept on the down low."
"Don't worry about it Lucas," Haley declares, placing a firm hand on his shoulder. "You were supportive of me being with Nathan even though it took a little while-due to extenuating circumstances," she laughs softly. "I don't think this should be any different."
Lucas smiles at her. "It really means a lot to hear that, because I probably won't hear the end of what did and what didn't happen between me and Brooke at Nathan's party."
"Well, as far as I'm concerned, I wouldn't be being fair if I acted any other way," Haley speaks as she nods down the hall. Nathan is coming and he smiles at Haley in a way only he can do.
"Go ahead," Lucas grins. He ruffles Haley's hair and she walks towards Nathan. He clasps her hand and they walk down the hall together towards the Tutoring Center.
Lucas closes his locker and heads to his first class.
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The bell explodes with an annoying dissonance as Luke is released. He runs into Jake and slaps his hand, as they exchange a few friendly words. Then Lucas finds himself at his locker again, following the same redundant routine that he does on a daily basis. He hurls his history book inside as he feels a pair of hands enter the back pockets of his denim jeans.
"So who's this beautiful girl that Lucas Scott slept with on Saturday night after the game?" a husky, sexy voice whispers into his ear. Luke turns around and embraces Brooke Davis as she reaches up to place a soft peck upon his lips.
"Beats me, but I hear she was pretty damn good."
Brooke giggles as her hands find their familiar place behind his neck. She kisses him again and cocks her head to the side as Lucas speaks.
"So, have you talked to Peyton?" he questions, his eyebrow raised.
"I don't think that would be a very intelligent idea. Falling on past experience here, I've found that we forget a lot easier than we forgive."
"Whatever works-But hey, I have to get to math-"
"I don't think so," Brooke smiles slyly. "All that I've been thinking about today is you and you're definitely not getting away that easily!" Brooke pulls Lucas by the collar and quickly throws him inside the nearest janitor's closet.
Quickly pulling the door closed behind her and pressing the lock in place, she approaches him slowly. They are surrounded by darkness, and she only has her hands to guide her. Reaching out, her hands find the thin chain which dangles from above. She gives it a tug, but Lucas intercepts.
"No, leave it off."
"Oh-kinky. I like it," Brooke laughs softly. Her hands find his body and travel down below his pant-line. "Just you and me, baby."
Lucas snickers as he pulls her close to him. He would have never thought to be doing anything like this, especially at school, but Brooke makes it easy. She gives him the strength and the audacity to do things he could never normally be conceivably doing. He is able to be a daredevil, to actually enjoy life.
Their bodies rock against each other, their fingers exploring each other's skin against the heavy cloak of darkness. He loves the way he feels when she touches him-the hair all over his body stands on end; she's like a light breeze, barely swooshing by, yet leaving a heavy imprint behind. He can almost feel the heat from their passion rising within the tiny, confined space as he pulls Brooke's halter-top over her head.
He stares at her in her red bra and matching thong panties, his hand traveling down the arch of her back. It comes to rest on the small of her back as his other quests to her cheek. Her own well-manicured hands are grasping his shoulders.
He can tell that she's ready for it-ready to actually consummate their relationship and make love.
"Brooke-I'm not so sure-"Lucas whispers softly, his breathe causing gooseflesh to ripple across her skin.
She smiles at him, astounded by his morality. He never ceases to amaze her as he holds her there in his arms. No other guy had ever asked to stop, abstained from having sex with her. She knows that this isn't an insult to her-Lucas Scott is just a good guy.
"It's ok, we don't have to," she replies as she runs a hand through his hair.
"No, I want to. I really do. Just, not here-," Lucas explains, his hands leaving her back to motion across the small room. "I just don't want to remember losing it in a janitor's closet next to a mop."
Brooke giggles softly. "I totally get it. Well, if you're sure, we can go somewhere else."
"Like, leave the school?"
"Well, yea! Come on, you're a big, brave boy. Be a rebel-I like that in a man."
"Ok-I guess Whitey won't mind if I skip one practice. Where do you wanna go to-you know. . . do it?"
"Wow Goldy, you're really cute. Let's just cross that bridge when we get to it-now where exactly did my pants run off to?"
As she scurries about on the floor, the lock clicks and the door handle turns.
"Shit!" Lucas and Brooke state at the same time. Lucas picks up a thermal blanket hidden back in the closet and as the door opens, he quickly hurls it on the unsuspecting janitor. The poor old man falls to the ground, wrapped in the cotton net and Brooke, in all her partially-naked glory, carefully steps over him. She has her clothes in her hands and runs, awkwardly, with one high-heeled shoe on. The other falls from her grasp onto the floor.
Lucas quickly snatches it up and runs, barefoot and in his wifebeater and boxers, behind Brooke. They're both guffawing-luckily the hallways are partially empty except for the handful of students walking tardy to their classes. They're in for a great helping of eye candy as Brooke Davis rushes past clad only in her crimson-red brassiere and matching thong underwear with her boy-toy in tow.
The scant few students point, some laugh, the males stare wide-eyed. However, despite cursing words from the now-standing janitor, the pair burst through the doors and run down the sidewalk towards the student parking lot. Brooke reaches her car and turns around to laugh hysterically.
Lucas joins her next to her car as the pair catches their breath despite the humor of the incident. After they're in a regular state, they hop into Brooke's Beetle and she starts the engine.
"We are going to be so busted," Lucas chortles as he slaps his knee.
Brooke puts the car in reverse and backs out, then drives off towards the exit of the parking lot. "But it is going to be so worth it. We're going to the beach."
"You have got to be kidding," Lucas gasps. "That's like three hours away."
"Did we forget our little conversation in that lovely closet? The whole rebel thing? Besides, I spent a fortune on the other bikini that I didn't wear to Nathan's party and you know I have to show it off."
"Whatever," Lucas stares wide-eyed at Brooke. Although his better judgement tells him not to follow through with this plan, his instincts tell him to go for it. He admires Brooke for her driven, ferocious personality. She knows what she wants, and she gets it. Like how she wanted him, and how she wants to go the beach. And they will go to the beach, and, as he looks around, she also has him.
"We'll go to my house-pick up the stuff. You can wear one of my dad's speedos," Brooke laughs. Lucas softly punches her shoulder, laughing all the while. "Just kidding! I'm sure he has an extra pair of trunks somewhere. God, I'm so brilliant!"
"That's exactly what you are-brilliant and beautiful," Lucas smirks, leaning over to kiss her on the cheek. Brooke looks away from the road and stares at him admiringly.
"Besides, nothing beats sex on the beach," she says softly.
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As Brooke predicted, her parents are gone-her dad is at work and her mother is at lunch. As usual, however, they didn't forget her cash.
She looks stunning in her leopard-print two-piece. She throws a large tee- shirt over herself and grabs her thong sandals. Lucas has on his wifebeater and Mr. Davis' swim trunks. They're a little large, but they'll have to do.
They hop in the car and depart towards the coast. The car speeds down the open road-no one is headed to the beach at 10 in the morning.
Luke runs a hand through her dark hair. Suddenly, he feels the wind blowing through his own short locks as Brooke's sunroof opens. She looks at him, mischief plain on her face as she rises in her seat. Her hands release from the wheel as she pulls herself out to stand, her upper body protruding from the sunroof.
"Shit Brooke!" Lucas cackles as he takes control of the wheel. Brooke is whooping and screaming as the wind blows through her hair, sending it whipping about her face as Lucas steers below her.
Lucas loves seeing her like this-she's like a tigress: feral, untamed, independent. He marvels at her beauty and her grace, and her tenacity. He longs for the freedom she has as she stands there without a care in the world.
She's his tigress-his nonchalant and free Brooke Davis. Their car continues its journey to the sun.