Disclaimer: I still don't own One Tree Hill or the characters.
Fall Into Me
Chapter 2 - Saving Face
Brooke arrived at school just as happy and sultry as ever the next morning. There were a lot of things she was bad at, but fooling people wasn't one of them. Between her parents half-hearted attempts to connect with her and the repeated event of running into guys she had screwed not remembering her, she'd become a pro at covering up her feelings. Besides, the one time she'd actually been honest about them, she had gotten burned. Lucas just proved her theory right. People didn't give a rat's ass about anyone but themselves. While everyone else tried to pretend they did, she didn't. It got her labeled a bitch, but she'd rather be a bitch than a liar anyday.
So she walked down the halls of Tree Hill with her head held high. It didn't matter that everyone knew she'd been dumped by Lucas for her best friend or that she'd used half the soccer team to help her deal with it. She was who she was. She was the old Brooke Davis once more. The one that so many loved or loved to hate, depending on their gender. She got away with things no one else could simply because she acted as though it didn't matter.
"Morning boys," she greeted as she entered first period just before the bell rang.
"Looking good, Brooke," Anthony commented, aside from Nathan, he had been her latest conquest.
"Don't you know it," she said with a wink just as the bell rang.
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Nathan, on the other hand, wasn't having such a great morning. He's late night session with Brooke had left him exhausted the next morning and the last thing he wanted to do was face another day of school. Basketball was bad enough, but the thought of sitting through seven hours of boring lectures wasn't in the least bit appealing.
"Nate, time for school," his mom called on her way down the hall. He pulled the pillow over his head and tried to drown her out. "NATE. SCHOOL." He felt her pull the comforter from his body and he removed the pillow from his face with a groan.
"I'm not going," he said flatly.
"Not this again. Nathan, you're barely making the grades when you go to class, if you don't even show up then you don't have a chance."
"I'll be fine," he growled and snatched the blanket from her hands and pulled it back over his head.
She sighed. "Don't make me tell your father."
"Go ahead. He won't care as long as I make it to practice."
"You're impossible."
"Whatever," he mumbled and turned on his stereo to drown her out.
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Nathan made it to school just before fifth period. He still didn't want to be there, but his mother kept coming in his room every five minutes and he was tired of hearing her voice and annoying lectures over and over again.
"Where you been man?" Tim asked when he spotted Nathan at his locker.
"Home. Sleeping."
"Ah, late night?" Tim questioned with a smirk
"Something like that," he said slamming his locker.
"Wish I could say the same."
"Well maybe if you'd spend more time hitting on the girls instead of kissing my ass you could," Nathan replied and then headed down the hall for class, leaving a stunned Tim behind.
Brooke, having witnessed the encounter, made her way over to Tim.
"He's right you know."
"What?"
"Well, you have some definite potential Smith, but the cheerleading squad's been so confused about your sexuality no one's made any advances."
"Are you serious?" He asked uneasily.
She nodded. "But maybe we can put their worries to rest sometime," she said patting his chest lightly and then making her way to class as well.
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"Did I wear you out that much, Nate?" Brooke whispered as she approached him on the way to the gym for practice.
"Where'd you get that idea?"
"I just noticed you arrived at school a few hours late today."
"So you're watching me?" He asked with a smirk.
"I'm always watching you, hot stuff."
"Is that so?" She nodded. "Brooke, about last night..."
"Don't."'
"Don't what?"
"Don't tell me whatever it is you're about to."
"And why's that?"
"Because I've heard it all before and it doesn't matter. You don't have to save face or whatever it is you guys think you're doing when you say stuff the next day."
"I'm not trying to 'save face'."
"I'm still pretty sure I've heard it before."
"Maybe, Maybe not."
"Still don't say it."
"Why not?"
"Because it doesn't matter."
"I think it does."
"And why is that?"
"Because it was one of the best nights I've had in awhile."
"Yeah, heard that one before," she said with a satisfied smirk.
"I'm sure you have," he said taking a step closer to her, "but I'm not just talking about the sex," he whispered in her ear before jogging off to practice.
A smile involuntarily tugged at her lips as she made her way to cheer practice. He was right, she hadn't heard that one before.
Fall Into Me
Chapter 2 - Saving Face
Brooke arrived at school just as happy and sultry as ever the next morning. There were a lot of things she was bad at, but fooling people wasn't one of them. Between her parents half-hearted attempts to connect with her and the repeated event of running into guys she had screwed not remembering her, she'd become a pro at covering up her feelings. Besides, the one time she'd actually been honest about them, she had gotten burned. Lucas just proved her theory right. People didn't give a rat's ass about anyone but themselves. While everyone else tried to pretend they did, she didn't. It got her labeled a bitch, but she'd rather be a bitch than a liar anyday.
So she walked down the halls of Tree Hill with her head held high. It didn't matter that everyone knew she'd been dumped by Lucas for her best friend or that she'd used half the soccer team to help her deal with it. She was who she was. She was the old Brooke Davis once more. The one that so many loved or loved to hate, depending on their gender. She got away with things no one else could simply because she acted as though it didn't matter.
"Morning boys," she greeted as she entered first period just before the bell rang.
"Looking good, Brooke," Anthony commented, aside from Nathan, he had been her latest conquest.
"Don't you know it," she said with a wink just as the bell rang.
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Nathan, on the other hand, wasn't having such a great morning. He's late night session with Brooke had left him exhausted the next morning and the last thing he wanted to do was face another day of school. Basketball was bad enough, but the thought of sitting through seven hours of boring lectures wasn't in the least bit appealing.
"Nate, time for school," his mom called on her way down the hall. He pulled the pillow over his head and tried to drown her out. "NATE. SCHOOL." He felt her pull the comforter from his body and he removed the pillow from his face with a groan.
"I'm not going," he said flatly.
"Not this again. Nathan, you're barely making the grades when you go to class, if you don't even show up then you don't have a chance."
"I'll be fine," he growled and snatched the blanket from her hands and pulled it back over his head.
She sighed. "Don't make me tell your father."
"Go ahead. He won't care as long as I make it to practice."
"You're impossible."
"Whatever," he mumbled and turned on his stereo to drown her out.
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Nathan made it to school just before fifth period. He still didn't want to be there, but his mother kept coming in his room every five minutes and he was tired of hearing her voice and annoying lectures over and over again.
"Where you been man?" Tim asked when he spotted Nathan at his locker.
"Home. Sleeping."
"Ah, late night?" Tim questioned with a smirk
"Something like that," he said slamming his locker.
"Wish I could say the same."
"Well maybe if you'd spend more time hitting on the girls instead of kissing my ass you could," Nathan replied and then headed down the hall for class, leaving a stunned Tim behind.
Brooke, having witnessed the encounter, made her way over to Tim.
"He's right you know."
"What?"
"Well, you have some definite potential Smith, but the cheerleading squad's been so confused about your sexuality no one's made any advances."
"Are you serious?" He asked uneasily.
She nodded. "But maybe we can put their worries to rest sometime," she said patting his chest lightly and then making her way to class as well.
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"Did I wear you out that much, Nate?" Brooke whispered as she approached him on the way to the gym for practice.
"Where'd you get that idea?"
"I just noticed you arrived at school a few hours late today."
"So you're watching me?" He asked with a smirk.
"I'm always watching you, hot stuff."
"Is that so?" She nodded. "Brooke, about last night..."
"Don't."'
"Don't what?"
"Don't tell me whatever it is you're about to."
"And why's that?"
"Because I've heard it all before and it doesn't matter. You don't have to save face or whatever it is you guys think you're doing when you say stuff the next day."
"I'm not trying to 'save face'."
"I'm still pretty sure I've heard it before."
"Maybe, Maybe not."
"Still don't say it."
"Why not?"
"Because it doesn't matter."
"I think it does."
"And why is that?"
"Because it was one of the best nights I've had in awhile."
"Yeah, heard that one before," she said with a satisfied smirk.
"I'm sure you have," he said taking a step closer to her, "but I'm not just talking about the sex," he whispered in her ear before jogging off to practice.
A smile involuntarily tugged at her lips as she made her way to cheer practice. He was right, she hadn't heard that one before.