I decided to post chapter two before everyone read/reviewed chapter one because chapter one seemed to be more of an introduction than anything interesting. I have six chapters written so far, so depending on how many reviews I receive I could always update today. –Brittney
Chapter Two- And we said we were friends.
Graduation came and went very quickly. It was the graduation party after word that mattered. The most interesting part of it all was, it was at Erica's.
Brooke looked in the mirror for the hundredth time and sighed. "Well I guess this is going to have to do." She said aloud.
Erica rolled her eyes. "Brooke, I told you, you look great!"
Brooke had dressed herself in a short red dress. It looked similar to the dress she had worn so long ago to the basketball party. That was the party where she got drunk and forced Peyton to kiss Lucas. Nice going on her part. She had curled all of her hair into loose ringlets which fell past her back. She did have to admit, she looked amazing. "What do you say we go tap that keg?" she suggested with a smile. She grabbed Erica's hand and dragged her down the stairs to the kitchen.
Graduates arrived quicker than expected. It wasn't long before the house was filled with former classmates. Brooke smiled as their success. Erica and Mouth were sitting at the kitchen table playing a card game and downing shots. Brooke had a few before deciding she should take a little break from drinking. She wanted to remember at least some of the night.
The door opened and another group of people arrived. To Brooke's dismay she came face to face with Lucas, Peyton, Jake and Haley. "Great," she muttered. "Hi guys, thanks for coming." She smiled. "Bla, bla, bla, make yourselves at home I guess," she rolled her eyes.
Peyton sighed and walked into the house. She told Lucas she would be right back and chased Brooke up the stairs to one of the bedrooms and cornered her in, shutting the door behind her. "Brooke, I need to talk to you." She said.
Brooke swung around directly in her face. "I thought I made it clear when I said that I didn't want to talk to you. You've been doing so good at it for so long, don't mess it up now."
Peyton closed her eyes. "Okay look, Brooke, I miss you. I know that I've screwed up a thousand times In the past year, and I know that you are never going to forgive me, but I want you to know right now, that the only reason I got back with Lucas was because you left him. I would have NEVER crossed you again if I would have known it was still going to upset you!" she cried.
Brooke narrowed her eyes in on her. "I didn't leave him! My parents forced me to California before I left. I came back here and I planned on telling him how much he meant to me, that is, until you were back in the picture."
Peyton's eyes lit up. She had never looked at it that way. Lucas had always told her that Brooke left him when he kissed her. They had become such great friends over the summer, things just happened. "Brooke, you have to believe me, I didn't know."
For the first time Brooke looked into Peyton's eyes and saw sincerity. The thought of Lucas telling Peyton she left him wouldn't have been Peyton's fault. Obviously neither of them had control over their emotions. "Wow." She whispered. She reached down for her cup of vodka and quickly downed it. "P. Sawyer, I'm sorry."
This came as a surprise to Peyton. Brooke just said she was sorry. She wasn't really sure where to put that. "You are?"
Brooke nodded, "You're right." She shrugged. "It's not worth this. I don't have any feelings for Lucas anymore. Obviously you do. You should be happy. You didn't even know." She shrugged.
Peyton was still unsure of what to say. She turned around and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind her.
Nathan stumbled up the stairs and into one of the bedrooms. He thought it was the bathroom. When he shut the door he found Brooke lying on the bed downing the bottom of a bottle of vodka. "Hey." He said surprised to see her in there. "What are you doing up here by yourself?" he asked.
Brooke sat up and smiled at him. "Thinking," she said honestly. She was amazingly happy to see him. Between him and Erica she felt like she didn't have anybody real to talk to anymore. It was nice having a secret friendship. The two of them had never been close before, but both of them had been hurt in the same type of way, they just bonded to each other. And the best part about it was, there was nothing more to it.
Nathan sat on the bedside and took the bottle from her, taking the very last sip left in the bottom. "Great party," he rolled his eyes. "I haven't seen you all night, have you been up here the whole time?" he asked.
Brooke nodded, "I had a conversation with Peyton, and then I just didn't feel the need to come downstairs."
Nathan grabbed her hand and helped her off the bed. "I know that we're keeping this whole friendship thing a secret but I'll go back downstairs if you do." He offered.
Brooke nodded, "Sounds like a plan." The two of them battled the stairs together, laughing as they almost collapsed to the bottom. Everyone was sitting in a large circle playing a game when they stumbled into the room, empty bottle in hand. They immediately back away from each other and joined the circle on opposite sides.
Haley stood up and walked toward the front door excusing her self from the group. "Tutor girl!" Brooke yelled. "Where are you going?" she giggled.
Haley turned around and looked at her with worry. "Just outside." She said quickly slipping out the door and shutting it. Everyone watched as Nathan got up and went outside to follow her.
Brooke ran to the window and peered outside. "Brooke, leave it alone!" Lucas called out to her. She immediately turned around and faced him. She fought back her urge to cry and laughed instead. "Shut up Lucas." She looked back out the window and yelped as she fell out of the chair.
Peyton stood up to help her off the ground. "Thank you." She said taking her hand. She put her in a head lock and forced her face into the window. Peyton looked outside in dismay. Haley was standing in front of Nathan with none other than Chris.