A/N
Ok hi everyone I know haven't updated in a while. I had a serious case writers block for some days. This chapter is much longer than all the rest. I just started writing and I couldn't stop. I'm warning everyone some of the content in this chapter is a little gross and graphic. I can't help it. The next chapter should be up on Friday. So enjoy and please review.
Chapter 12
For the good of the project
Brooke slammed the door of her apartment. Damn that fucking Lucas. Why did these meetings always have to be on his terms? That was her job. No man was going to tell her what to do. Brooke Davis made the fucking rules. If he thought he had seen her inner bitch this morning then he was so wrong. Lucas Scott was going to see the devil herself tonight. Brooke hated men telling her what to do. She hated men being in control. Brooke had had so many opportunities to have sex but it turned her off. She wanted to do the fucking. First timers always had to be so damned docile in the bedroom. The man always had to get on top and make love to a woman. It was never two people making love to each other. She wanted to be on the top. She wanted to do the insertion. She would stop him when she wanted him to stop, who gives a shit whether he cummed or not. Brooke wanted to have sex but aside from waiting for the right person the thought of another person having that control over her turned her off. If some guy was giving her oral sex he had the power to give the best orgasm of her life or bore her to death. She would have to keep communicating with him all the time, telling him "don't stop" as if she was a dog begging for table scraps. No man was going to make her feel like a dog. Was it possible to feel anxious and reluctant at the time? She was ready for sex but not ready for sex. She wanted the man to be in control, but she didn't want the man to be in control. Brooke didn't know anything about sex. A 12 year old girl was probably more experienced than she was. On one hand she wanted to just lie on a bed and let a man have his way with her. But why should she? Why should men always have to get what they wanted? Women already had to suffer enough. God had to be a man. Only a man would think up of all these malicious ways to cause women pain. If it wasn't cramps or bleeding enough every month to fill a dry river, it was childbirth and if it wasn't that it was first time sex pain. If women didn't need men to procreate they would be completely useless. Rachel who was sitting on the couch watching TV and eating Pizza turned around.
"I guess things didn't go well with your spermy little friend"
"Why do we need them Rach. They don't cook, they don't clean and they think they're always in control"
"Brooke you do realize that you just described yourself."
"Whatever. This guy is repellent. Can you believe he bought me a new notebook?"
"Oh no, not that." Rachel said sarcastically.
"And he yelled at me. No man raises his voice at me."
"Whatever you say Brooke. Where's the notebook? I want to see it. That was really nice of him."
"Nice of him my ass!"
"Where is it?"
"It's probably still on the ground outside the parking lot. As soon as he handed it to me I threw that shit on the ground and spat on it."
"Brooke you didn't"
"Oh yes I did"
"Brooke how do you expect to ever get laid if you bitch off every guy you meet."
"I don't want to get laid remember. I'm perfectly fine this way."
"Brooke we both know you're not happy."
"I'm happy. You and Bianca are really starting to piss me off with this crap. You have sex all the damn time and Bianca will have sex with all her boyfriends or any rich men she wants to reel in and you two are no happier than I am."
"Well I prefer to be slut than to be a cobwebbed pussy bitch."
They both started laughing at Rachel's last comeback.
"What time do you have to meet Sperm boy tonight?"
"I have to meet Lucas at 8 o clock."
"So what was it like seeing him after you know….. seeing him…alllllll of him." Rachel said winking her eye.
"It was awful. I got to class early so I could avoid him but then he kept looking around for me like he wanted to talk or something. I couldn't face him after seeing that huge monstrousity."
"He was huge!"
"Don't get any ideas Rachel you can't have sex with my project partner."
"Why not?...Pleaaaaaassseeee"
"No!"
"Why not?"
"Because you will give me all the details afterwards and then I'd really never be able to look him in the eye."
"So how big did you think he was?"
"At least 12"
Rachel spit out her soda and started laughing. Brooke was so naïve and ignorant about anything sex related.
"Brooke 12…give me a fucking break."
"What it was enormous"
"Brooke the average erect penis is 6 inches. So try again."
"I swear it was about 12."
"Brooke is your partner an international student from Africa."
"No"
"Well then he's not going to be 12 inches or anywhere near that. I don't even think I've ever heard of anyone who was 12. The largest I ever heard was 10."
"Fine whatever maybe it wasn't 12 but it was still huge. I don't know where all that is supposed to fit."
"It will fit just fine right up in here."
"Rachel!"
"I can't wait to meet this guy."
"Rachel I'm being serious you can't sleep with him."
"Why do you care? You hate him."
"Yes I hate him and that makes working with him hard enough I don't need to add you sleeping with him to make it even more awkward."
"Fine whatever, I won't sleep with your precious sperm boy."
7 HOURS LATER
"Guys I'm leaving now to go to my project meeting."
Bianca was cooking dinner in the kitchen and Rachel was looking for pictures of herself on the Hartford campus parties website.
"You should eat first I'm making sphagetti."
"Forget food, you should take off that stupid outfit."
"I don't have time to eat now I'll eat when I come back and what's wrong with this outfit."
"Girl eat now. No woman whose pushing 30 should eat anything after 8 o clock."
"Bianca you are so obsessed with weight. You're not pushing 30 and neither am I. You're 23 and I'll eat food whenever I want. Even if I was 30 I would still eat burgers or sphagetti or fries or lasagna whenever I wanted to."
"Fine suit yourself. But remember you will never have this body again. I was showering the other day and I found three new stretch marks. I'm just trying to preserve my body for as long as possible. In the next two years I plan to be married with a kid. Every woman knows that after you have that first baby it goes downhill after that. Its bye bye flat stomach and hello cellulite."
"Bianca that's not true. Look at Kelly Ripa, she has like 8 kids or Moira Kelly from that show on the wb or Demi Moore who's in her forties."
"Brooke all of these people are rich famous celebrities who can afford plastic surgery. I can't afford plastic surgery so I'm going to have to do it the old fashion way. A little starvation every now and then never killed anyone."
"Forget that I want to get back to the issue of this outfit." Rachel interjected.
Bianca always acted like the weight police and Rachel was the fashion police.
"What's wrong with my outfit?"
"Nothing if you're going to class"
"Well I am kind of going to class. I'm going to a meeting."
"No no no no no. You are not just going to a meeting. You're going to be alone in an apartment with guy with a 12 inched penis."
"He's 12?" Bianca asked.
"So Brooke says. Brooke even if you don't like him that doesn't mean you still can't look hot."
"I don't want to look anything for that asshole. I really don't care what he thinks."
"Brooke you hate him right. What better way to torture him than to be you're regular bitchy self and look damn sexy doing it. Show him what he can never have."
"You know what Rachel you made a very good point."
"Great I'll be right back with a cock hardening outfit."
"Hurry up. I want to be out of here in five minutes."
"Why you leaving so early?" Bianca asked from the kitchen.
"I'm walking. I like to walk. The campus is really nice and walking helps me clear my thoughts."
"Ok well just be really careful ok."
"No man can do anything to me."
"Brooke I'm serious. Cut the crap. Be careful."
"Alright alright."
Rachel returned from her room with an outfit for Brooke. While Brooke was an excellent dresser she didn't dress as provocatively as Rachel did. Actually no girl on campus dressed as provocatively as Rachel did. Rachel was the kind of girl who would go to class in skirts that were so short that she couldn't even bend over without flashing some ass. Rachel would sometimes throw down her pen just to bend over slowly to tantalize her fellow male peers and sometimes her middle aged lecturers. Ordinarily Brooke would never wear an outfit Rachel picked out but she wanted to show that fucking Lucas that she was the bitch he could never have. Rachel picked out her black lace top and a very short denim skirt. It was the kind of outfit Brooke would wear if she was going out for drinks. But she didn't care. Brooke didn't care that there was only a small circular piece of material in the top to conceal her nipples and areolas or that she couldn't wear a bra with this top. She quickly changed in the living room, threw on her jacket and left the house.
Brooke took a deep breath and then knocked on the door. She was a little nervous. Flashes of Lucas' engorged cock that were now permanently etched in her mind irritated her. Lucas heard the knock on the door. Great! Bitch time. He had never met a girl that was so cruel in all his life. To spit on his notebook was pushing it too far. Even if he hated her he still had to work with her so he decided that he would put his hate aside for the good of his project. He was going to be polite. Dressed in jeans and a white wifebeater Lucas opened the door.
"Hey Brooke come on in."
Lucas felt an all too familiar hardening in his boxers. What the hell was this girl wearing? He stared at her as she took off her jacket and placed it on the coat rack. Her breasts were bubbling out of that top and all that black lace. Lucas had a fetish for women in lace, bras, panties, tops or thongs. And that skirt. Maybe his mind was playing tricks on him but Lucas was convinced that he saw an ass cheek when she bent over to pick up her purse from the floor. Being nice to her was going to be easier than he thought. Vomit bitch was going to be screaming his name in less than an hour.
"Uh Brooke I was thinking we can work in my room. I have all my stuff in there. I was jotting down some ideas this afternoon."
"Oh you were jotting stuff down. I didn't even know you were literate."
Brooke was going to make this as difficult as possible. Lucas decided that he would ignore her little stab at him and all the others that he knew would follow. She followed him into his bedroom. He threw some clothes off his couch.
"You can sit here."
Brooke was in complete shock. Lucas had to be out of fucking mind. Lucas' bedroom was the most disgusting thing she had ever seen after all that sperm from last week. This was a new level of filth. His bed looked like it hadn't seen a sheet in months and there were fuck stains all over it. There was a sheet and two pillowcases on the ground that had yellow stains all over it. There were empty bottles of Gatorade and fast food containers everywhere. If that wasn't bad enough Luca's dirty boxers were in a pile right next to the chair he was proposing that she sit on. Underneath his bed Brooke could dozens of bras, thongs, tops and skirts that she knew couldn't possibly belong to him. Lucas was a pig. No he was worse than a pig. Brooke Davis was not going to do anything in a room with empty condom wrappers on the floor. This wasn't even a hating Lucas issue. It was a hygiene and respect issue. How could a guy who dressed so well and always looked clean and smelled great live in a room like this.
"Sit here….are you out of your fucking mind. Lucas your room is filthy. I'm not even bitching about this because I can't stand you. You really expect to work with you in a room like this. I don't know what kind of girls you're accustomed to but there is no way I'm sitting in a chair in here. And you had a girl in here last week. What respectable woman would stay in here for more than five minutes?"
Lucas actually felt a little ashamed. His room was no longer just messy it was almost unlivable.
"Ok you can stop insulting my room now. We can work in the living room on the couch."
Brooke walked out of his room still a little bit shocked that he actually thought she would work with him in there.
"Uh have a seat on the couch. I don't know if it's clean in enough for you."
"Lucas don't make me ou.."
"Look just shut up ok. Do you want something to drink? Are you hungry." Lucas said as he opened the fridge.
Brooke was starving she hadn't eaten since lunch but she didn't want anything from Lucas, she could get her own food.
"No. I would never eat anything from a fridge in an apartment that has a room that looked like that."
Lucas just rolled his eyes. It was getting harder and harder for him to ignore her stabs at him. He took out his left over pizza from the fridge and placed it in on the coffee table. He went to his room and came back out with a whiteboard, an easel and two markers. He took his notebook from the kitchen counter and sat next to Brooke. Brooke was just staring at him. He seemed to be really prepared. She was looking at his now open notebook. There were like four pages of stuff he had written down there. She didn't even have anything planned.
"Just give me a minute. I'm really hungry."
Lucas grabbed a slice of pizza. He tried not to look at Brooke because if he did the thoughts of all the rough sex he could have with her would enter his mind. That wasn't what he wanted to be thinking about. He should be thinking about ways put her in her fucking place. How dare she criticize his room like if she was his mother? Lucas finally finished his fourth slice of pizza.
"Ok lets start. I had a whole bunch of ideas this afternoon but I decided to scrap those. There is one I really like. It's practical and not too difficult. I don't want us to try to build something too complicated and we end up getting in over heads. I was thinking we do a virtual campus notice board. People can post all that crap they staple on the notice board online. Like those notices about "looking for a new roommate" or "apartment for rent" umm lets see what else "selling textbooks, notes, essays, papers, projects, people can find other people to do their projects for them here. We can facilitate the selling of all that junk people love to get rid of every year like sofas, TVs, microwaves. We can probably put up a whole bunch of chat rooms in there to draw in different people. We can take pictures of campus events to get people to visit the site. It'll be kind of like ebay. People can post their own prices and we charge them to post and a percentage of their profit. I haven't thought out everything yet but what do you think."
Brooke couldn't lie to herself. Lucas' idea was a really good one. It was better than anything she hadcome up with.
"It's ok. I guess it could work."
"Ok. Are you sure? We don't have to go with my idea. What ideas did you have?"
"We can go with your mediocre little idea."
"Ok."
Lucas spent the next hour elaborating on all his ideas. Brooke added in her own ideas and a few bitchy comments on the side. Lucas could feel his anger building. He was trying really hard not to lose his temper not only for the project but also because he knew how brutal he could be when he got angry. Brooke was starving now she couldn't even focus on the project anymore. She should've eaten when Bianca told her to but she was so stubborn sometimes. Without even thinking she said.
"I'm so hungry."
Lucas couldn't take it anymore.
"What the hell is your problem! You keep throwing all these comments at me all night. Will you just grow the hell up and suppress you bitchiness for this project. I offered you some food about an hour ago!"
"Don't shout at me. I wasn't throwing that comment at you, I was just saying it."
"Bullshit! You are such a bitch. I'm trying my best here to work and all you can do it bitch."
"It's what I do best."
"Clearly because your work isn't what you do best."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"It means I'm doing everything for this project you haven't even come up with any ideas. I bet you didn't do anything at all."
Brooke opened her notebook and threw it on his lap.
"See for yourself. I had five ideas."
Lucas looked at the page and started laughing.
"What's so funny?"
"Your ideas lets see number 1 shit, number 2 shit, number 3 more shit, number 4 even more shit, number 5 pile of mother fuckin shit, num.."
"Ok I get your point. My ideas suck . Who cares."
"What? No come back. I just insulted you and you didn't have a comeback. Someone alert the media."
Brooke crossed her legs tightly. She was holding up her pee for about half an hour now.
"What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing"
"Why do you keep shifting like that? You got epilepsy or something?"
"No asshole."
Lucas watched as she uncrossed her legs and tried to cross them again more tightly than she had before. Lucas finally figured it out.
"Oh I get it, someone's got to tinkle."
"Ha ha very funny."
"Well we have a bathroom you know your welcome use it."
"No way. After I saw that room I don't want to imagine what the bathroom looks like."
"The bathrooms clean."
"Its ok I'll hold it till we're done."
"Fine suit yourself just don't piss all over my couch because I'll put you on your hands and knees and make you clean it."
"You can't make me do shit. Where's the stupid bathroom. I'm only using it out of sheer desperation. It's a good thing I have my sanitary cleanser in my purse."
"It's the first door on your left."
Brooke walked briskly to the door. The bathroom was surprisingly clean. Other than the toilet seat being up the bathroom was actually usable. A minute later she was in heaven. Releasing a pee had never felt better. She searched the room for toilet paper but there wasn't any. Great now she was stranded on the toilet.
"Hey asshole." she shouted.
"What"
"You got any toilet paper."
"Nope I guess you're going to have to drip dry."
"Lucas stop fucking around. Where is it?"
"Oh no what's a little girl to do without toilet paper?"
"Lucas I'm not kidding tell me where it is."
"No…Wait actually…. I'll tell you if you say "Lucas Scott I'm sorry I spat on the notebook you bought me and all I want to do is spread my legs for you right now."
"Over my dead body. I'm not saying that."
"Fine then you can sit there all night. Actually I think I'm leaving. Will you lock the door when you finally grow a brain and decide to leave. Later."
"Alright alright. Fine. Lucas Scott I'm sorry I spat on the notebook you bought me and all I want to do is spread my legs for you right now."
Lucas started laughing outside the bathroom door.
"Fine I said it now where's the toilet paper? Is there any in here?"
"Actually I changed my mind just say one more thing and I'll give it you."
"Listen asshole I have my fucking period right now, so unless you want to get blood all over this grey hoodie in here I suggest you give me that toilet paper now."
"Oh, I'm sorry. Ok I'm done playing around. Here look I have the toiler paper right here. All ran out, my brother went shopping earlier it was still in the grocery bag. Open the door."
"What"
"Well how do you expect to get the toilet paper. Open the door, I promise I won't look at anything."
Brooke opened the door. She grabbed that toilet paper from his hand and slammed the door shut. She hated that fucking Lucas. The nerve of him making her say all those stupid things. Lucas was having a ball making Brooke suffer but when a girl mentioned any period talk it was a sure way to get him serious. Lucas did not mess with girls and their periods. The thought of it made his stomach turn. Blood oozing out from his favourite part on a woman's body really turned him off. There was no way he was going to risk getting that kind of blood on his favourite grey hoodie he'd had since high school. A few minutes later Brooke came out from the bathroom and joined Lucas on the couch.
"I'm going home. I've had enough of you and your apartment for one night."
"Ok whatever you want, but we only got through the first section that was supposed to be done for today. We still have to work on section two."
"Well we can work tomorrow then….. at my apartment this time." Brooke said gathering her things.
"Ok fine where do you live?"
"I live in Campus Court. It's the white apartments right across the street from the administrative building. I'm on the fifth floor. Room 507. 8 o clock."
"Ok. I'll be there."
"Whatever. Bye"
