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Ok here is the next chapter. I have no idea when the next one will be up. Please excuse my spelling. When I'm typing I get so many spell check errors but I have to ignore them. I'm not from the U.S. so I use British spelling.
Chapter 11
The liaison between Sperm Boy and Vomit Girl
Brooke Davis grunted as she slapped down the snooze button on her alarm for the third time. She didn't want to wake up, because the first item on her daily routine today was to go to E-commerce class. She was dreading this day since last week Monday when she got her first view of an erect penis. Yuck! It was so big and slimy and veiny. Not to mention all that sperm that just exploded out. And that girl, what the hell was her problem? The way she opened her mouth so welcomingly for his juices was revolting. Lucas should have just ejaculated in a glass with ice and then offered her a straw. She had a horrible feeling it the pit of her stomach. How was she going to face Lucas after seeing him naked? Maybe she could just pretend she was blind for one day so she wouldn't have to make eye contact. She couldn't stand him he was cocky and rude. He knew that she was coming over to work on the project. He had to have done that out of spite to get back at her for breaking his cell phone face. It was already 8:20 am. She was going to have to hurry if she wanted to get to class fifteen minutes early to secure herself a seat in the back row. There was no way she was going to allow herself to be stuck in the front row with sperm boy. She showered and dressed in ten minutes. During her first two years at Silvercrest University she had proved herself wrong. It was possible for a girl to get ready in five minutes. She had woken up so many times and realized that her class would be starting in ten minutes. Brooke Davis was now a "get ready in five minutes and still look fabulous" expert. It was a cold rainy day so she dressed herself in jeans and a turtle neck top. She rushed out of her room and laughed slightly when she saw what had become of her poster. Rachel and Bianca had shredded it pieces and now there was a new poster on the wall with just three dreaded words, "blind date Friday". She would deal with them later. Her main goal now was grabbing that cold muffin she was staring at in the fridge and running out of the apartment to her car. There was no way she was walking to class today.
Somebody call the Guinness Book of World Records because Brooke Davis had woken up late and still managed to arrive at the lab twenty minutes early. She was now standing behind the custodian who was trying to unlock the door. She was the first one there. She could sit wherever she wanted. When he opened the door she rushed to the back row. She adjusted the lever so she could lower her chair. She looked like a midget now, but she didn't want to take the chance that Lucas could turn backward during class and make eye contact with her. She was now perfectly hidden behind the computer screen.
Lucas parked his car in the parking lot outside the computer lab. He was in a good mood today. He got up at 5:30 am worked out for two hours in the gym, showered and dressed for school then headed for the bookshop. He bought his copy of "Online Design" and a new notebook for his still nameless project partner. He walked into the lab and settled himself in the front row. Where was she? She didn't look like the kind of girl who missed class. He turned around in his chair looking around for her. He didn't see her. He stood up and started walking towards the back of the lab. Brooke's heart beat faster and faster as Lucas got closer and closer to her seat. Where the hell was he going? Why couldn't he just sit his nasty ass down in the front row and not look for her? Before he could spot her in the back room she was saved.
"Good Morning everyone, please take your seats"
Mr. Hargrove had arrived. "Thank God" she muttered to herself.
"Now I assume everyone received the email the T.A. sent with all your respective group meeting times with me. According to my list I have two fifteen minute meetings right after class today. One with group 4, Kelly and Michelle and the other with group 15, Brooke and Lucas. Are both groups here today?"
Two girls on the right side of the class hot up their hands.
"Ok great, what about group 15 Brooke and Lucas? I see Lucas right here, where's Brooke?"
Brooke reluctantly raised her hand. Lucas turned around to see a faceless hand raise up from behind a computer. So she was in class and her name was Brooke. But why was she sitting in the back row?
"Ok great, I'll see the four of you in my office after class for your first project meeting"
This had to be a curse. Now Brooke had her first project meeting this morning and she didn't have one shit prepared. That was so unlike her. She couldn't believe she forgot to check her email. Mr. Hargrove seemed like a nice teacher. She would explain to him that she forgot to check her email and that she would have both sections prepared for next week. Surely he would understand.
Class was over and Brooke was now standing up and shoving her things into her purse. She could feel Lucas staring at her from the front of the class. Lucas was waiting to talk to her .Why was she taking so long? How many things could she possibly have to pack up? He couldn't put his finger on it but there was something different about her. She looked different. She didn't look like the same enraged crazy bitch, now she looked gorgeous. Somehow she wasn't gorgeous last week when she threw down his cell phone. Somehow she wasn't gorgeous when he had to clean up her yellow vomit from his bedroom. Last week she was the most disgusting thing he had ever seen. When she wasn't bitching she was incredibly sexy. Her jeans were so tight that they looked like she painted them on. Not to mention her breasts. He loved cold days, Brooke's little nipples were printing through her top. What he would give to have one of them in his mouth right now. Maybe he should have bought her more than a notebook. Today was really a good day for him to be a nice guy because vomit girl looked like one good fuck. Her milkshake definitely brought all the boys to the yard.
Brooke walked briskly toward the door with her head down, where Lucas was waiting for her. It was either that or stay in the lab until everyone left and they would be alone which would be a lot worse.
"Uh Brooke hi.."
Those were the only words she heard him say because she shot past so quickly and started walking across campus to Mr. Hargrove's office. What was she running from? She had a meeting with Hargrove in five minutes and he was going to be there. She was going to have to face him eventually. Well she was going to delay their next encounter for as long as she possibly could.
Brooke was now sitting on the couch in Mr. Hargrove's office. Could the couch be any smaller? She was nervous. She had nothing prepared and Lucas was sitting right next to her. He had tried to talk to her again outside the office but she was saved again by Mr. Hargrove coming to open his door.
"So Lucas, Brooke tell me what you've done so far."
Lucas remained silent. He didn't know how to answer that question. He had just bought his textbook this morning. He hadn't thought about the project at all and the one time his partner came over to work with him he had scared her off. He was relieved when Brooke responded.
"Well actually Sir I kind of forgot to check my email so I wasn't aware that today was the meeting."
"Well Brooke that's no excuse. Even if you didn't check your email you knew at some point early this week you would have this progress meeting with me so tell me what ideas you thought about over this last week off the top of your head."
"Um…well I'll be honest I really don't have anything prepared."
"What about you Lucas?"
"I'm sorry I...I don't either."
"Did you two work together at all?"
Neither Lucas nor Brooke responded.
"Hello, did the two of you setup a meeting?"
Little did Mr. Hargrove know that they had in fact setup a meeting but it hard turned into a royal disaster. Neither of them wanted to say what had happened the one time they had agreed to meet.
"Miss Davis?"
"Mr. Hargrove it's Lucas' fault. I tried to cooperate with him but he just wouldn't work with me so I was left to work on the project by myself and I couldn't come up with anything."
Brooke blurted out her words without even thinking. It was Lucas' fault, if he wasn't having his little sexcapade when she had first come over to work with him they would have had something prepared. Now he was in for it. Mr. Hargrove already hated him from last week. Hargrove was going to tear into him and Brooke was going to enjoy every minute of it or so she thought.
"Miss Davis how old are you?"
"I'm 21"
"Twenty one. At age twenty one you're old enough to drive, get married, drink and certainly work out your differences with another person without running to your lecturer with every little problem. My job is to educate you. My meeting time with you is to discuss your project not to settle petty disputes. I gave you a project, your job is to work on it with your partner, how you do that is your business. Miss Davis you should seriously consider growing up."
Brooke was in shock. She didn't see that one coming Mr. Hargrove was very firm with her. She felt so embarassed. He made her feel like a four year old. She wanted fly off the couch waltz right up to him and smack him in the face for embarrassing her, but he was her lecturer. What pissed her off even more was Lucas who was laughing at her in the corner. He couldn't help it. She looked so stupid; her plan to blame it all on him had backfired.
"Mr. Scott, I meant to tell you this since last week. If you ever display such disrespectful behaviour again I will throw you out of my classroom. Now I'm giving the two of you one more week to get your act together. Next week parts one and two of this project will be due. If you do not come prepared I will be forced to take off 10 off of both of your final grades."
As soon as Brooke left the office she stormed down the hallway. Who the hell did Hargrove think he was talking to her like she was little kid? She did nothing wrong. This was all Lucas' fault and she was the one being scolded Now Lucas was running after her making a scene calling her name like she was a dog. He finally caught up her when she was opening her car door.
"Hey…uh Brooke. I've been trying to talk to you all morning."
Brooke kept her eyes on the car. She was not going to look at him.
"I know and I've been trying to stay the hell away from you all morning."
"Hey, what are you so mad about? I'm being nice today."
"Wow! You want a doggie treat for that. You sat in that office laughing you ass off while Hargrove embarassed me when you knew damn well that the reason this project didn't get done was because of you!"
"Me? What did I do?" Lucas said laughing, he knew exactly what she was talking about.
"Don't play dumb. You know what I'm talking about."
"You know what? Hargrove was right you need to grow the hell up. You walk in on one little blow job and you run out like a like a little kid. I mean look at you, you're pathetic, you can't even look me in the eye. What's the big deal? I'm the one who got caught naked. Geez you're acting like you never saw a naked man before."
Lucas didn't know how wrong he was. Brooke had never seen a naked man before. Although she had been fondled and kind of fingered she had never fondled back. She wanted to but she had felt so uncomfortable even thinking about doing it that she could never bring herself to actually touch one. She couldn't let Lucas know that. Brooke Davis never backed down from a challenge, especially when she was being challenged by a man. She looked straight into his eyes.
"I can look you in the eye and I'm perfectly fine with what happened last week."
"Are you sure about that vomit girl?'
"I didn't vomit because of you."
"Whatever you want me to believe vomit girl. Look we can argue with each other all day but that doesn't change the fact that we have to work with each other. I want to do well on this course."
"You, do well my ass? You're nothing but a dumb jock. I'm sure you got 600 on you're SAT's but you got in because of basketball. I know you're type."
"You don't know shit about me. Listen I don't want to argue with you. I just wanted to say I'm sorry about your notebook last week and about what you walked in on too. Here look I bought you another notebook."
Brooke took the notebook from Lucas threw it on the ground and spat on it.
"I don't need you to buy me anything."
"What are you so angry about? I mean I'm trying to apologize here and you're getting angry because I bought you a notebook."
"I don't need you or any other man to buy anything for me. I already bought myself another notebook. I can't stand you!"
"Hey, what makes you think I'm so crazy about you! You're such a bitch! I buy you another notebook and you spit on it."
"Ok it's settled we hate each other but we still have to work together."
"Ok vomit girl, here's how it's going to go. You find your ass at my apartment tonight at 8 o clock to work on this project. And don't tell me any shit about you're not free. It's either tonight or no night. You can not show up if you want it's your grade on the line. I couldn't care less about this project remember I'm just a dumb jock who got 600 on SAT's!"
Before Brooke could respond Lucas got in his car and sped off. He was supposed to be a nicer guy. He really did try, but Brooke was being a bitch. Why would she get so angry because he bought her back a notebook? That was the nice thing to do. Brooke had gotten off easy. He wanted to spit in her face after what she did to the notebook he bought for her. How dare she call him dumb? How dare she try to make him feel inferior? He worked out and practiced basketball for four hours everyday and still managed to maintain a 3.8 GPA. He was torn. One part of him wanted to curse Brooke off and dehumanize her and the other wanted to be nice to her even though she was being a bitch to him. Why did he always have to feel so torn?
