Author Note: Thanks to everyone who decided to give Davis a chance. I really, really appreciate it.
Chapter Five...
Back in New York, at my old school, an average day consisted of plays, reading the occasional Robert Frost cluster of poems, and singing, if you pleased. I could wake up, stroll into class nearly thirty minutes late, and no one would ever question me. It was extremely liberal. It was a 'make or break your own destiny' type situation. I was defintly breaking mine.
Here in Tree Hill Brooke woke me up, never the same time anyday, we would get dressed sharing clothes, shoes and make up, and occasionally grab a granola bar but if we forgot it was no big deal. Our clothes would just fit better that day and we would look a teensy bit trimmer to make the girls envy us, mainly Brooke, just a little more.
This morning was no different. Eye continued to say on me as I walked into school with my cousins. Although the whispers had not completely ceased they had decreased a noteable amount. A homely looking red head smiled at me with her head slightly lowered. I smiled back at her and then slowly turned around watching her shuffle to her class.
Brooke cocked her head to one side and narrowed her eyes at me. She shoved her hands into the back pockets of her new Seven jeans. As she opened her mouth to speak to me her attention drifted toward a blonde she could see over the hedges. It was a guy. He was talking to Peyton, and laughing. As the guy turned around I realized who it was. It was Lucas.
"I'll see you after school." Brooke said, putting her hand on my arm and chewing on her bottom lip. She hurried over to Lucas.
Peyton looked nervous. She adjusted her backpack and put her hands into her pockets.
Brooke gave a half smile to them and wrapped her arm around Lucas'. I watched them talk for a moment and then she pulled him away from Peyton.
Lucas looked back at Peyton.
Her face showed no emotion.
I watched Lucas and Brooke argue as he walked her to class. The arm that was not intertwined with Lucas' was flailing in the air. Even the distance between Brooke and I couldn't keep her traveling voice away. Bits and pieces of the arguement traveled into my ears.
"Oh please... if I had a nickel for everytime you told me that..." She would say.
"...well if I had a penny for everytime you called me a liar... what am I not supposed to have friends..."
Confused, I tugged at the bottom of my Moshino turtleneck, pulled my dark brown hair into a high ponytail and headed for my first hour class.
On my walk to the library, I was silent. The thing about Tree Hill that had changed me more than anything was the fact that no one knew me here and I had the chance of a lifetime. I could make myself into who ever I wanted to be. No one was making my decisions for me here and if I screwed up, there was no one to blame it on other than myself.
In a way, that scared me. Knowing that I was in charge now. No one was here to take care of me, babysit me, make sure that I did everything perfectly, just as my mother wanted.
I opened the door to the library and casually walked in. The comfort I felt when inside a library was nearly insane. The idea that peoples lives, their stories lived in this single room and that I could read about it was unfathomable.
Reaching inside my backpack I pulled out 'Leaves of Grass' by Walt Whitman. As I opened the book, a tiny slip of paper fell out. "'Of life immense in passion, pulse, and power...' Davis, your level head and outgoing nature will surely help you conquer Tree Hill just as you hoped. Best Regards. Yours, -O"
I smiled at the note and stuck it back inside the book. I sat it on the table I was sitting at and slowly stood up. I walked toward a section where I was sure I had more than likely read every book in it.
As I finished reading the first page of on of my favorite classics, I felt some one standing behind me. I turned around.
"Anna Karenina. Nice." He said.
"Tell me, Lucas, why is it the only times we met we discuss literature?"
Reaching toward the bookshelf he shrugged saying, "There's nothing quite like a good book, huh?"
I smirked at his comment and looked back down at my book, "You and Brooke seem to be getting along swimmingly."
"For today." He pulled a book off the shelf and said, "How about you and Brooke?"
"Hm." I looked up from the book, "All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way." I said, quoting the first like of the book in my hands.
"Sometimes I wonder if Tolstoy was possibly describing my family situation in that sentance."
"How so?"
He looked at his watchless wrist and then at the clock on the wall, "Defintly don't have time for that right now."
Nodding, I said, "Understandable. Everyone's life here seems to be a long story."
"Including you?"
"Including me."
We walked over to the table I was originally sitting at and he said, "Maybe we should make time, ya know, have a story night sometime when..."
I looked down at the table, "Brooke isn't around?"
"Right, sorry. Sometimes I forget. We're so up and down..."
Looking up I said, "Say no more. It's in the past. Don't worry."
I could feel his eyes on me. I chewed on my bottom lip and crossed my arms.
"Okay, I am sure you don't want to hear this, but I am sure you have heard it before. You look identical to Brooke right now."
My stomach tied in knots. Why was this happening? Brooke and I were starting to get on the right track. I was almost starting to feel at home, well barely. I was beginning to sort out my feelings for Owen. And then I looked up into those ocean blue eyes and I melted. I smiled at him.
"Davis! Are you in here? Davis Griffin!" A voice yelled from the door.
The librarian shoosed the voice.
"Sorry." It whispered.
I quickly stood up from the table, threw my things into my backpack, and headed for the door. Haley stood there waiting for me.
Without looking back, I could tell he was looking at me.
"Hey." I whispered to Haley.
"Whats going on?" She said looking at me and then at Lucas.
I shook my head, "Nothing, lets just go," and walked out of the library never looking back to see what I had left at that table.
A perfect guy, a classic book, and my New York frame of mind.
Author Note: Okay, I am sure some people are hating the Lucas/Davis interaction, but I am sorry there are going to be times in the story where they are talking to one another. Hopefully everyone will continue to give her a chance. Love u all!