Disclaimer - I don't won One Tree Hill or any of the characters.
Rating - PG-13/ R for language
Authors Note - The first half of this chapter seems a lot different than the second half . To me any way , oh well. This chapter doesn't really deal with the whole "WE aren't going to do any thing" Situation but a future chapter will.
-you epitome of perfection-
They all want to be her. They want her perfect body and rising social status. Everyone thinks she's got the perfect life , except Peyton of corse who knows what's beneath the surface. But everyone else thinks Brookes got the perfect life with the million dollar house, the parents who go to all her cheerleading competitions and games , and dates the perfect good looking popular guys. No one actually sees her parents at any of the games or competitions. That's because they're never there. Brookes got the million dollar house, but her parents are never there either. It's been that way ever since 8th grade. One day her mother came home to find her father in their bed on top of some blonde bimbo . They all know about it but no one ever says anything , So to avoid the subject parents take multiple business trips , and send their love and money in monthly letters. Then again to her parents love is money. Brooke doesn't date the popular good looking guys , she just has sex with them. No stings attached that's how she liked it. Until now.
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Brooke throws her head back and takes a big gulp of the hot sticky liquid that's held in the red plastic cup. The liquid slides down her troat leaving a much unwanted after taste.
She's sitting alone in the corner at a party clutching her plastic cup. She would usually be the center of attention at a party but today she just doesn't feel like taking on that role. Her head slightly aches and her eyes are tired. She wouldn't even be there if it wasn't mandatory for all the cheerleaders.
"You know you shouldn't be drinking if you're pregnant". Lucas whispers into her ear and takes a seat next to her.
She looks at him with out moving her head to face him.
"It's Pepsi". She shakes the cup making the black liquid spin in circles. They both look into the cup as if they see something more than what's there.
"Warm Pepsi". Brooke clarifies with a look of disgust on her face. Brooke knows very little about pregnancies but she figured drinking wasn't something you should do.
"Oh" he looks forward with a blank look on his face. He opens and closes his mouth several times unable to find something appropriate to say.
After minuets of silence he finally speaks.
"Come to my car". He gets up and walks to the door. Brooke follows like a love struck puppy.
Brooke wants to stop walking but can't , so she follows him to his old worn out truck.
He jumped up into the divers seat and waited eagerly for Brooke to get into the passengers seat.
She struggles to get in , but finally manages to sit down after just missing her head on the door frame .
The second she closed the door Lucas's lips were on her lips . Brooke let out a long breathe, surprised by his actions. Lucas rapped his arms her still small waste. His hand started to travel up Brookes shirt in a frenzy to find her bra clasp. His hands were cold and clammy which made Brooke jump back into the door knocking her head against the window. She brought her hand up to the sore spot on her head which was now starting to throb. Lucas's breathing was heavy. The situation seemed all too familiar to Brooke.
"Damn it Lucas, you know , this is how we got into this mess in the first place." Her voice was loud and angry. She hopped out of the truck and slammed the door shut. Her loud foot steps faded as she walked away from the truck.
Rating - PG-13/ R for language
Authors Note - The first half of this chapter seems a lot different than the second half . To me any way , oh well. This chapter doesn't really deal with the whole "WE aren't going to do any thing" Situation but a future chapter will.
-you epitome of perfection-
They all want to be her. They want her perfect body and rising social status. Everyone thinks she's got the perfect life , except Peyton of corse who knows what's beneath the surface. But everyone else thinks Brookes got the perfect life with the million dollar house, the parents who go to all her cheerleading competitions and games , and dates the perfect good looking popular guys. No one actually sees her parents at any of the games or competitions. That's because they're never there. Brookes got the million dollar house, but her parents are never there either. It's been that way ever since 8th grade. One day her mother came home to find her father in their bed on top of some blonde bimbo . They all know about it but no one ever says anything , So to avoid the subject parents take multiple business trips , and send their love and money in monthly letters. Then again to her parents love is money. Brooke doesn't date the popular good looking guys , she just has sex with them. No stings attached that's how she liked it. Until now.
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Brooke throws her head back and takes a big gulp of the hot sticky liquid that's held in the red plastic cup. The liquid slides down her troat leaving a much unwanted after taste.
She's sitting alone in the corner at a party clutching her plastic cup. She would usually be the center of attention at a party but today she just doesn't feel like taking on that role. Her head slightly aches and her eyes are tired. She wouldn't even be there if it wasn't mandatory for all the cheerleaders.
"You know you shouldn't be drinking if you're pregnant". Lucas whispers into her ear and takes a seat next to her.
She looks at him with out moving her head to face him.
"It's Pepsi". She shakes the cup making the black liquid spin in circles. They both look into the cup as if they see something more than what's there.
"Warm Pepsi". Brooke clarifies with a look of disgust on her face. Brooke knows very little about pregnancies but she figured drinking wasn't something you should do.
"Oh" he looks forward with a blank look on his face. He opens and closes his mouth several times unable to find something appropriate to say.
After minuets of silence he finally speaks.
"Come to my car". He gets up and walks to the door. Brooke follows like a love struck puppy.
Brooke wants to stop walking but can't , so she follows him to his old worn out truck.
He jumped up into the divers seat and waited eagerly for Brooke to get into the passengers seat.
She struggles to get in , but finally manages to sit down after just missing her head on the door frame .
The second she closed the door Lucas's lips were on her lips . Brooke let out a long breathe, surprised by his actions. Lucas rapped his arms her still small waste. His hand started to travel up Brookes shirt in a frenzy to find her bra clasp. His hands were cold and clammy which made Brooke jump back into the door knocking her head against the window. She brought her hand up to the sore spot on her head which was now starting to throb. Lucas's breathing was heavy. The situation seemed all too familiar to Brooke.
"Damn it Lucas, you know , this is how we got into this mess in the first place." Her voice was loud and angry. She hopped out of the truck and slammed the door shut. Her loud foot steps faded as she walked away from the truck.