Chapter 6: The Bet for Brooke
Lucas's POV
Ok, so it's a Monday. And that means school.
O this is gonna be a glorious day...
I have to sit in desk, do busy work, and be surrounded by perky girls, cockless jocks, and every other specimen of high school. I already hate those nitwits I live with. Both girls are insanely stupid. I hate talking to them. Everyone is going to be like that. I just know it. O how fun!
After getting dressed in ridiculous clothes given to me by the government, I went downstairs for breakfast. I was wearing a letterman jacket and faded jeans. Don't ask me why the jacket. I think they told me to "fit in". What does that mean? Join the basketball team? Uhhhh... hell no. I'm not turning into them, not now, not ever.
I gobbled down 3 toasts and cereal when Haley came down. I spat out my orange juice when I saw her. She was wearing next to nothing! I grabbed her and pulled a sweatshirt over her head.
"Lucasssssssssss! You stupid dickhead!" she yelled as I pulled her into an empty room.
"Hales, there is no way in hell you will leave this house looking like a 5 cent hoe," I exclaimed. She looked downright slutty.
"Lucas, I have to wear this as part of the act. C'mon, you're wearing a letterman jacket and you know you're going to join the basket ball team... I have to fit in, as well," groaned Haley.
Damnit, I forgot Haley has to "fit in", too. But God help me if some guy comes 10 feet near her.
"They want you to strut around wearing nothing?"
"Well no... but how else am I gonna fit in, huh? You think they'll like my dark goth style? Uhh... nope."
"But guys are going to look at you!"
"Noooooo really? C'mon Luke, I can handle myself."
"O alright, but no PDA with any guy."
"Lucas Roe! Did you just use the acronym, PDA?"
"What, did you not hear me right?"
"O I heard, I just wanted to ask if you're gay."
"Well, I think you look incredibly hot right now. I am so turned on. If that answers your question."
"Eww! You better turn yourself off now. I will not let myself be dragged into your repulsive fantasies."
"Then change."
"Nice try, but it ain't gonna change."
"Well it was worth a shot."
"Is that like your philosophy on life? I mean I saw you the other day at a bar getting slapped more times than a football player gets on his ass."
"Why it is, but I was so close with one girl. I just told her that we should cut to the chase and fuck. I don't know why she got so pissed."
"Well loverboy, I recommend you try a different approach. Like sweet talking. It worked for me."
"O it better not have worked for you!"
"Kidding Luke, just a joke... calm down... but I have a point."
"And that is?"
"Try harder and do the lovey dovey crap, then get laid."
"Well, I have this magnetic charm, so I don't thing I need to use that method."
"O really?"
"Yep."
"Well, let's have a bet. I bet you can't get into a girl's pants."
"That's it? Deal."
"Not so fast, buddy. It must be a respectable girl. Not a paid hoe."
"Fine."
"O but, guess whose pants you have to weasel yourself into?"
"Who pray tell am I going to screw?"
"Brooke Davis."
"What?!? O hell no. I don't do dumbasses."
"Sorry, it's not your choice," she laughed. What an evil bitch! She's supposed to be my best friend. But hold up, I could take this opportunity to rub it in her face.
"I accept your challenge," I spoke each word with deliberate emphasis.
"O this mission just keeps getting more fun, doesn't it?"
"O yes, sh!tloads of fun..."
We walked out of the house only to be stopped by the ditz herself with her weird sidekick. Without any warning, they came towards us.
"Hey, you guys wanna go in our car? We'll help you get used to the school" started Brooke.
"Of course. We would love to," I said as I smirked at Haley. She glared back.
We climbed into their red convertible. That blonde girl (I think her name is Penelope, Phoebe, Peyton, Patsy... something like that) kept starring at me strange. What's wrong with her? Does she have issues with guys? Well, she's starring at Haley the same way... hmm... maybe she has issues with new people. Well whatever it is, she needs to turn around.
When we arrived at Tree Hill High, I got up and looked around.
There were multiple groups of teenagers clustered around and chatting. They kept looking at me. Well, maybe at Haley. Maybe at the ditz sisters. But whatever, we had their attention.
Just then there was a loud blast of music. The entire teenage population shifted their heads to the direction of that infernal blast. A familiar black Expedition had pulled up in front of the school. 2 guys stepped out.
How much more of a jackass could a guy be? They had made a huge scene. At least Haley and I have a natural fan attraction. Those guys had to come in with the big car and the loud music.
But something else irked me about them. They looked so different from the rest of the baboons. They didn't look like they were part of the dumbass lot.
They looked like they had a secret. Hmm...
Am I being paranoid? Maybe they are just a couple of guys attending this hellhole of a school.
Yes, I am paranoid. But you never know who's lurking at the next corner.
Calm down, Luke. Stop being paranoid. Besides, Haley will catch a suspicious person miles ahead of me... Wait, did I just refer to myself in 3rd person? I am crazy.
Sparks shot through my spine as Brooke grabbed my hand. She pulled me and Haley over to the two losers.
Both were dark-haired. They looked built, but I bet I could take them. Not just take them, but beat their asses.
One of them looked really familiar though. Haley just looked at the fools and dragged me away. Something was wrong with her. Her expression was fuming with anger, suspicion and intensity.
I looked back at the guys. The familiar one kept looking at me. When he looked at Haley, I knew what he was looking for. Get your perv eyes off of her!
I was going to give him a piece of my mind, but Haley pulled me into the school.
I can't help but feel suspicious of them.
But on the bright side, we lost the ditz sisters. O shit... I still have a bet with Haley... I guess I can't avoid these idiotic small town folks forever.
Lucas's POV
Ok, so it's a Monday. And that means school.
O this is gonna be a glorious day...
I have to sit in desk, do busy work, and be surrounded by perky girls, cockless jocks, and every other specimen of high school. I already hate those nitwits I live with. Both girls are insanely stupid. I hate talking to them. Everyone is going to be like that. I just know it. O how fun!
After getting dressed in ridiculous clothes given to me by the government, I went downstairs for breakfast. I was wearing a letterman jacket and faded jeans. Don't ask me why the jacket. I think they told me to "fit in". What does that mean? Join the basketball team? Uhhhh... hell no. I'm not turning into them, not now, not ever.
I gobbled down 3 toasts and cereal when Haley came down. I spat out my orange juice when I saw her. She was wearing next to nothing! I grabbed her and pulled a sweatshirt over her head.
"Lucasssssssssss! You stupid dickhead!" she yelled as I pulled her into an empty room.
"Hales, there is no way in hell you will leave this house looking like a 5 cent hoe," I exclaimed. She looked downright slutty.
"Lucas, I have to wear this as part of the act. C'mon, you're wearing a letterman jacket and you know you're going to join the basket ball team... I have to fit in, as well," groaned Haley.
Damnit, I forgot Haley has to "fit in", too. But God help me if some guy comes 10 feet near her.
"They want you to strut around wearing nothing?"
"Well no... but how else am I gonna fit in, huh? You think they'll like my dark goth style? Uhh... nope."
"But guys are going to look at you!"
"Noooooo really? C'mon Luke, I can handle myself."
"O alright, but no PDA with any guy."
"Lucas Roe! Did you just use the acronym, PDA?"
"What, did you not hear me right?"
"O I heard, I just wanted to ask if you're gay."
"Well, I think you look incredibly hot right now. I am so turned on. If that answers your question."
"Eww! You better turn yourself off now. I will not let myself be dragged into your repulsive fantasies."
"Then change."
"Nice try, but it ain't gonna change."
"Well it was worth a shot."
"Is that like your philosophy on life? I mean I saw you the other day at a bar getting slapped more times than a football player gets on his ass."
"Why it is, but I was so close with one girl. I just told her that we should cut to the chase and fuck. I don't know why she got so pissed."
"Well loverboy, I recommend you try a different approach. Like sweet talking. It worked for me."
"O it better not have worked for you!"
"Kidding Luke, just a joke... calm down... but I have a point."
"And that is?"
"Try harder and do the lovey dovey crap, then get laid."
"Well, I have this magnetic charm, so I don't thing I need to use that method."
"O really?"
"Yep."
"Well, let's have a bet. I bet you can't get into a girl's pants."
"That's it? Deal."
"Not so fast, buddy. It must be a respectable girl. Not a paid hoe."
"Fine."
"O but, guess whose pants you have to weasel yourself into?"
"Who pray tell am I going to screw?"
"Brooke Davis."
"What?!? O hell no. I don't do dumbasses."
"Sorry, it's not your choice," she laughed. What an evil bitch! She's supposed to be my best friend. But hold up, I could take this opportunity to rub it in her face.
"I accept your challenge," I spoke each word with deliberate emphasis.
"O this mission just keeps getting more fun, doesn't it?"
"O yes, sh!tloads of fun..."
We walked out of the house only to be stopped by the ditz herself with her weird sidekick. Without any warning, they came towards us.
"Hey, you guys wanna go in our car? We'll help you get used to the school" started Brooke.
"Of course. We would love to," I said as I smirked at Haley. She glared back.
We climbed into their red convertible. That blonde girl (I think her name is Penelope, Phoebe, Peyton, Patsy... something like that) kept starring at me strange. What's wrong with her? Does she have issues with guys? Well, she's starring at Haley the same way... hmm... maybe she has issues with new people. Well whatever it is, she needs to turn around.
When we arrived at Tree Hill High, I got up and looked around.
There were multiple groups of teenagers clustered around and chatting. They kept looking at me. Well, maybe at Haley. Maybe at the ditz sisters. But whatever, we had their attention.
Just then there was a loud blast of music. The entire teenage population shifted their heads to the direction of that infernal blast. A familiar black Expedition had pulled up in front of the school. 2 guys stepped out.
How much more of a jackass could a guy be? They had made a huge scene. At least Haley and I have a natural fan attraction. Those guys had to come in with the big car and the loud music.
But something else irked me about them. They looked so different from the rest of the baboons. They didn't look like they were part of the dumbass lot.
They looked like they had a secret. Hmm...
Am I being paranoid? Maybe they are just a couple of guys attending this hellhole of a school.
Yes, I am paranoid. But you never know who's lurking at the next corner.
Calm down, Luke. Stop being paranoid. Besides, Haley will catch a suspicious person miles ahead of me... Wait, did I just refer to myself in 3rd person? I am crazy.
Sparks shot through my spine as Brooke grabbed my hand. She pulled me and Haley over to the two losers.
Both were dark-haired. They looked built, but I bet I could take them. Not just take them, but beat their asses.
One of them looked really familiar though. Haley just looked at the fools and dragged me away. Something was wrong with her. Her expression was fuming with anger, suspicion and intensity.
I looked back at the guys. The familiar one kept looking at me. When he looked at Haley, I knew what he was looking for. Get your perv eyes off of her!
I was going to give him a piece of my mind, but Haley pulled me into the school.
I can't help but feel suspicious of them.
But on the bright side, we lost the ditz sisters. O shit... I still have a bet with Haley... I guess I can't avoid these idiotic small town folks forever.