Saturday, January 2002.Three years ago...
Brooke sat on Tim Smith's back porch and mixed more vodka into her punch. It had been a long day, and she wasn't in the greatest mood ever. Her parents had been fighting again, and she once again got lectured about her report card. The truth was, Brooke didn't care about her grades, or whether or not she got into a good college. Her parents had the money; they could get her into any college without any problems. Brooke sighed and watched as the girls on the squad got carried into upstairs bedrooms by the upperclassmen. That wasn't Brooke. She was 15 years old, and she was scared to death of sex.
Brooke got up and walked around the house. She poured herself another drink and locked eyes with the most attractive guy she had ever seen. He had nice skin, brown hair, and he was built; he smiled at her and Brooke smiled back. He must have told Tim and the other guys he was talking to that he would be right back because he made his way over to Brooke.
"Hey," he said with a his warm brown eyes.
Brooke smiled sweetly, "Hi..."
"I'm Nathan Scott," Nathan said. He looked around the room and sighed, "Great party..."
Brooke let out a small laugh, "Oh yeah...It seems like everyone just wants to have sex and get drunk."
"And you don't?" Nathan asked as they walked outside.
Brooke shrugged, "The getting drunk stuff is fine..."
"Are you a virgin?" Nathan asked.
"Excuse me?" Brooke said in offense, "That's none of your business..."
"I'm sorry," he apologized, "That was rude of me to say that..."
Brooke rolled her eyes, "I think I'm going to go..." She said and then began to walk away.
Nathan grabbed her wrist gently, "I'm sorry Brooke..."
"How do you know my name?" Brooke asked.
"You're a cheerleader," Nathan said, "And you're absolutely beautiful..."
Brooke hid her smile and blushed a little, "That's very sweet of you..."
"It's true..." Nathan said, and then was interrupted by Peyton stumbling towards Brooke.
Peyton hung onto Brooke, "I don't feel good," she groaned.
"I'm sorry," Brooke said to Nathan and then held tighter onto Peyton, "Alright hun, we're going to go home..."
Nathan helped Brooke with Peyton and when they got her into the passenger's seat he turned to Brooke, "Can I see you tomorrow?"
"Sure," Brooke said as she twirled the keys in her hand, "I'll be home all day tomorrow."
Nathan nodded and kissed the top of Brooke's head, "I'll see you around Brooke," he said sweetly and then walked back towards the party. Brooke leaned against her car and sighed. She smiled to herself and jumped up and down.
Saturday. January 2003. 2 years ago...
Brooke laid soundlessly in her bed and woke up to the smell of waffles and syrup. Brooke opened her eyes slowly and saw Nathan standing over her with a tray, "Morning sunshine," Nathan said to his girlfriend and kissed her on the lips.
"Morning," Brooke said; she sat up and looked at the breakfast, "You remembered..." She cooed.
Nathan sat down beside her and kissed her again, "Of course I remembered, baby!"
"You're too good to me," Brooke said with a big smile.
"I love you," Nathan said softly.
Brooke rested her head on Nathan's shoulder, "I love you too..."
"I knew that chocolate chip waffles were your favorite," Nathan said as he fed a piece of waffle to Brooke.
Brooke savored the taste, "Thank you!"
"Anything for you," Nathan said as he wrapped his arms around Brooke, "I got you one more thing..."
Brooke clapped her hands, "This is better than a birthday!" She joked.
Nathan laughed and took out a long velvet box, "This is for you."
"Nathan," Brooke cooed and then opened the box, and saw a diamond bracelet. Her eyes got watery, "Nathan this is beautiful!"
Nathan put the bracelet on Brooke, "That's why I had to buy it for you...Because it's beautiful, just like you," he said sincerely.
Brooke kissed Nathan passionately and then hugged him, "This is the sweetest thing that anybody's ever done for me." Nathan smiled and rubbed Brooke's back.
After a picnic in the park and then dessert at a beautiful restaurant; Brooke and Nathan went back to his house. "Thank you for everything Nathan," Brooke said for about the tenth time.
Nathan chuckled, "It's our one year anniversary. I had to do something big," he said as they walked up to his room.
"I have a present for you too," Brooke said nervously.
Nathan looked at her in confusion, "What is it?"
"You've been great to me, Nate," Brooke pointed out, "And you know how I feel about sex, and how I want to lose my virginity to someone I love..."
"Yeah?" Nathan said.
Brooke put her hands on Nathan's shoulders and led him near his bed, "Well, I love you...And I trust you...And...And I'm ready," Brooke said with a confident smile and then kissed Nathan passionately.
"I don't want you to do anything you're not comfortable with," Nathan said as Brooke began to take off her shirt.
Brooke got on top of Nathan and put her finger on his lips, "Shh," she said seductively, "I want to do this..." Nathan smiled and took off his shirt, "I love you," Brooke said as she kissed Nathan's neck.
"I love you too," Nathan said as he reached over and closed his bedroom door.
September 2003. 8 Months Later...
Brooke walked into the gym and saw Nathan flirting with Theresa. Brooke rolled her eyes; it had been 8 months since her and Nathan's one year anniversary. They broke up in early August, and Brooke couldn't have been more devasted. She was pissed because she loved him; and now he was flirting with Theresa right in front of her.
Brooke walked over and glared at Theresa, "Come on Theresa," she snapped, "You don't have time to be Nathan's little booty call of the week."
"Sorry Brooke," said Theresa. She was one of the dumber ones of the squad, and was definitely intimidated by Brooke.
"You don't have to listen to her," Nathan piped in, "She's not the boss of you, and we're just having a conversation so stop being a little bitch about it..."
Brooke turned around and rolled her eyes, "We have to practice, and yes she does have to listen to me because I'm the captain," she said and then turned and stormed off. She walked up to Peyton and groaned, "He is such an ass!"
"Ex boyfriend trouble?" Peyton asked.
Brooke gave Peyton a digusted look, "Nathan has not been making this easy what so ever!"
"Come on Brooke," Peyton said, "Just let it go. Nathan wants you to get all pissed off!"
Theresa walked over giggling and blushing. Brooke and Peyton looked at each other and rolled their eyes, "Well he's doing a great job with it!"
Nathan walked down into the locker room after practice and changed, "What are you doing tonight?" He asked James Williams, one of the older guys on the team.
"I'm taking Brooke Davis out," James said and then stuck out his tongue, "She gave my friend a blow job at one of my parties last week..."
"You're kidding?" Nathan asked.
James laughed, "No, man...This chick is wild," he said, "Hey! Didn't you date her for awhile?"
"Yeah," Nathan said, "For like a year..."
James slapped Nathan's back, "I bet she was great in the sack," he said and then walked away laughing.
Nathan walked out of the locker room and saw Brooke saying bye to Peyton and then walking to her car, "Brooke!" Nathan called after her. Brooke turned around and her smile quickly faded.
"What's up?" Brooke asked impatiently.
Nathan got his breath, "I was going to ask you the same thing..."
"What are you talking about?" Brooke asked.
"James Williams said that he was taking you out tonight," Nathan said, "And then he told me about the whole party incident..."
Brooke rolled her eyes, "Why do you care, Nate?"
"Because you're better than that," Nathan said truthfully.
Brooke put her hands on her hips, "So I'm not allowed to go out and have fun with guys, but you can flirt and sleep with as many girls as possible..."
"Obviously I haven't been sleeping with as many people as you!" He said angrily.
"That was shady of you," Brooke said coldly, "But what the hell should I expect from you?"
Nathan scoffed, "Brooke! I'm not going to let you hurt yourself!"
"I'm not hurting myself!" Brooke yelled, "Just stay out of my life," she said and then barged away.
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