A/N
Hi everyone I'm just warning you beforehand this chapter gets a little freaky. I couldn't even read it over at some points
Chapter 13
What a freak
Brooke came home and went straight to her room. Rachel was watching television and Bianca was on the phone flirting with her new potential rich husband Allister. They had only gone out on two dates so far and already they had reached the annoying stage. The run up the phone bill saying lovey bullshit to each other stage. Brooke just didn't get it. Bianca was the perfect girlfriend. As long as you showered her with gifts she would pretty much worship her man. She once bought her ex $500 worth of Christmas gifts and this was when she was a teenager. Five hundred dollars was nothing to Brooke. She was spoilt and filthy rich. Bianca on the other hand came from a lower middle class family and desperately wanted to live the rich life. The parties, the spa treatment, the plastic surgery, she wanted it all. She was always a bit jealous of Brooke because she belonged. Sometimes Brooke just wished she didn't belong. She knew there were more important things in life than money and status, she just wished her parents knew that. Money did have its advantages sometimes, it could make life a lot easier. She had her car, a luxury off campus apartment, the most trendy clothes and anything thing else her heart desired. While other people would walk into Walmart and scour through their wallets to find another quarter to pay the bill Brooke could walk into Dior and casually decide which one of her three credit cards she should use to buy a new outfit. Bianca who liked to shop in these stores would either get some guy to buy it for her or save her allowance and eat bread and water so she could look the part. So Allister Cromwell was that new guy. Bianca was every man's fantasy wife. She cooked, she cleaned, she was gorgeous and very classy.
Brooke laid on her bed and stared at the ceiling. She was thinking about Lucas and how he embarassed her tonight, making her say all that crap to him. He was such a sadist. She hated him. Brooke never really hated anyone. She was the easy going type that got along with everyone. Why was Lucas any different? It was because he challenged her. No guy had ever contested Brooke Davis queen bitch before. She was accustomed to having guys whimpering after she gave them a piece of her mind. Lucas was a bigger bitch than she was. Whatever she dished out he gave it right back to her tenfold. She had to admit it he was smart and had excellent ideas, but that was it. Although he was an attractive guy, no woman could deny it, it took so much more than a cute face to get Brooke Davis interested. If he was the last piece of male scum on the planet and God begged her to procreate with him to save mankind, she would say no. That was the extent of her hatred for him. Some people just knew how to get under her skin. This Lucas person was one of them. He knew how get her really pissed off. The nerve of Rachel and Bianca for suggesting that she date him. Brooke would rather have sex with a horse than spend any time with Lucas outside of their project meeting time.
The next evening Lucas and Nathan were on the couch playing NBA live. They were both having fun. It wasn't like the juvenile battles they had when they were 12. They both were still playing to win, after all they were guys, but the real reason they were playing was for the fun of it. Basketball was such a competitive sport and it was easy to forget the reason they started playing the first place. Sure Dan had introduced them to the sport but the reason they both played was for the love of it. Nathan was completely lost. He had no idea what was going on with his marriage, if he even had one anymore. He hadn't spoken to Haley in 2 weeks. He missed her terribly. To be married to someone for three and a half years and then be suddenly disconnected from them had to be difficult. He still loved Haley. He loved hearing about what she did everyday, he loved hearing her practice all her new songs in the shower, he loved her burnt casseroles and he especially loved making love to her. Even if his marriage was a burden at times and the time apart from Haley may actually be good for him, he still missed her. He saw her a couple times since school started but he was too torn between two emotions to know how to react. On one hand he missed her and wanted to wrap his arms around her, scoop her up, place her in the tub and bathe her as she told him everything that was going on her life. On the other hand he wanted to yell at her for ruining what they had and not trying to work through their problems. For the past two weeks he tried to keep himself occupied, because if he didn't his mind would wander to Haley. He was rarely ever home. If he wasn't in the gym he was on the court and if he wasn't on the court he studying or bar hopping with Jake and Tim.
Tim Smith knew how to have good time. He was a party animal. Ordinarily Nathan didn't hang out with Tim as much as Lucas did but Tim's kind of fun was exactly what he needed. Strippers and booze were Tim's favourite things. He had been to almost every strip club in the city now. He even knew some girls by their stage names. There was definitely a science to stripping and these girls definitely aced all their exams and turned in extra credit. Tim was picking Nathan up at 9:00 to go to Candy another strip club. Tim was the average college guy. He didn't want to be tied down but he wanted to conquer as many pussies as possible. When he met Nathan in freshman year he told him that by the time they graduated he would have fucked a girl from every nationality and ethnicity. He had a crumpled piece of paper under his bed where he kept tabs. Tonight was the night, after he got his nightly lap dance he was going seduce that black girl who worked in the bar. Nathan envied Tim sometimes for the freedom he had. He could fuck whoever he pleased and no one would care. He had been so tempted over the last two weeks to get a lap dance but he couldn't, he could never cheat on Haley. Anytime he came close to requesting one he would imagine the hurt look on Haley's face if she found out. Whenever he went to these joints he always kept looking over his shoulder as if Haley would be standing right there. He was still married and he would never break the vows he made to her. There was no harm in looking. Haley knew about his porn video collection. She often walked in on him watching them and stroking himself and walked right back out. So watching strippers was no different.
"Luke you missed a great night last night"
"Oh yeah….what did Mindy or Coco or Muffin do last night that was different from all the other nights?"
"It was Twinkle and she was a gymnast for 10 years…mmmmm she looked so good doing all those floor exercises and working that balance beam….You have to come tonight all the waitresses are serving drinks topless."
"You serious"
Lucas wanted to go really badly now. Topless girls serving him and strippers galore. He could easily call up Peyton and she'd come right over but he wasn't in a Peyton mood tonight. He didn't even have to pick her up. Peyton was like room service. All he had to do was dial her number and he could order up what ever position he wanted her in and she would be over in twenty minutes. What kind of girl lets her boyfriend call her up at 2 am for sex and just walks right over to his suite? Lucas never called to make sure she got home safely and he never picked her up. Sometimes he would call Haley at those hours to talk but he would never ask her to walk over to his dorm alone at night. The difference between Haley and Peyton was that he respected Haley but not Peyton. He couldn't help it. It was almost impossible to respect someone who didn't respect themselves. Lucas was a dog for making her walk home alone and fucking her so hard that she bled sometimes but Peyton was the asshole that allowed him to do it. She was so stupid. Haley would never let Nathan treat her that way. He was sure even vomit girl wouldn't let the poor guy she was dating treat her that way. Then he remembered it was Tuesday night at 9 pm, he was over an hour late to meet Brooke.
"Shit"
"What?"
"I can't come….I'm late" Lucas said as he shoved his notebook into his bag and searched for his car keys.
"Late for what"
"I have a project meeting. I was supposed to be there an hour. This girl will kill me."
"She'll kill you? Since when can any girl do anything to you?"
"This bitch is different. She doesn't know when to shut the hell up. I can handle her. I'm gone. I'll meet you guys later."
Lucas raced down the stairs to his car. Brooke was going to devour him. She was already a bitch for no good reason, she had to be even worse if she did have a reason.
Brooke was now standing in line at KFC. She waited on Lucas for 45 minutes and she was too hungry and angry to sit in the living room like a fool any longer. Bianca didn't cook tonight; she and Rachel were going out so she had to fend for herself. Brooke hated cooking. She would rather starve or buy food than cook. She wasn't like Bianca or Rachel. When she got hungry she ate and sometimes scared herself with how much she would eat. She was going to order that 6 piece bucket of fried chicken, go back home and eat it. What she couldn't eat she would leave in the fridge and never see again because Rachel would eat it in the morning.
Lucas hastily walked down the corridor of the fifth floor in search of room 507. He just wanted to get the meeting out of the way and meet Tim, Jake and Nate at Candy. The door was partially open and he saw two girls standing in their bras and panties. There were clothes everywhere. Clearly they were on a trying on clothes frenzy. Were these her roommates? Come to think of Lucas didn't know anything about Brooke other than the fact that she was a bitch. Lucas knocked on the door and Rachel boldly marched up to the door in her undies as Bianca threw on some shorts and a tank top.
"Rachel what are you doing? Get back here and throw this on" Bianca said as she threw a pair of shorts to Bianca.
"What's the big deal? This is the same amount of skin he would see if I was in a bathing suit. What's the difference?...uh hi can I help you sexy?"
Lucas chuckled at Rachel's compliment.
"Yes you can sweetie. I'm looking for Brooke Davis. I'm her project partner I'm supposed to me-"
"Shutup you're sperm boy……..no way….I've been dying to meet you..Brooke told us alllllll about you." Rachel said as she lightly brushed her hand against his crotch.
"She did? Oh…Well I'm Lucas."
"No I think I'm going to keep calling you sperm boy for now."
"You can call me whatever you want"
"Well Brooke's not here right now, she got fed up of waiting on you so she went out to gain five pounds. She'll be back in like 5 minutes come in…I'm Rachel and that's Bianca we're her best friends and roommates." Rachel said as she led Lucas into the living room and found an empty spot for him on the couch.
"So this is sperm boy" Bianca said
"My God what did she tell you?"
"Nothing much" Bianca said with a sly smirk
"Which one should I wear?" Rachel said holding up two equally short skirts.
"Black" Lucas said
"Well I was asking Bianca but a mans opinion is always valued. I want to look cock hardening hot tonight. I have to get some tonight. What time is Allister coming for us?"
"At ten so hurry up."
"Brooke's not going with you guys."
"No she has a meeting with you…..we're kind of glad she's not coming…she'd get bored and then go home by herself because we'd both be paired off. Lucas why don't you go in Brooke's room and wait for her we're changing here and I'm not as liberal as Rachel is….it's the second bedroom."
Lucas entered Brooke's bedroom. He couldn't believe it. After the way Brooke had barked at him for his dirty room he had been so sure she was a neat freak. She wasn't as dirty as he was but her room was messy. Her desk had books all over it and she a pile of clean underwear lying on her bed. Lucas couldn't help himself. He was alone in her room sitting on her bed next to her underwear. Brooke was a bitch but she was one sexy bitch. No one would know if he just took one quick whiff of her womanly aroma. He pulled out a pair of lacy black panties that had caught his eye from the middle of the pile. He felt so guilty doing this but all Nathan's talk about the strippers had gotten him horny. He brought the crotch to his nose closed his eyes and sniffed. Brooke walked into her apartment, the door was still open and Bianca and Rachel were both in the bathroom putting on make up. She took out a drum stick from her KFC bucket grabbed a napkin and proceeded to her bedroom where she could quickly pick out something to wear so she could go out with Bianca and Rachel. Clearly Lucas was not coming over. What a loser! Brooke walked into her room and stopped dead by the door. This was the second time she had felt like this. She was so shocked that she couldn't move her chicken and the napkin dropped from her hand. Lucas was sitting on her bed smelling her underwear with his eyes closed and he had the most freaky perverted grin on his face.
"What the hell are you doing!" Brooke shouted at the top of her lungs
Lucas dropped her underwear. He didn't know what to say. He felt so ashamed. He knew he shouldn't have done it. What was he going to say to her? This was worse than her walking in on him.
"Are you out of your fucking mind! How dare you? How dare you invade my privacy like this? You are such a fucking freak."
Brooke walked up to him and slapped him across his face. Bianca and Rachel were both hearing Brooke's screams from the bathroom but they didn't take it seriously. They knew Brooke hated him and they assumed she was yelling at him for his tardiness. But when they heard a loud forceful stinging slap they knew something was wrong. Lucas knew he was wrong and he felt horrible but he was not about to back down and admit it. He felt his anger building, he knew he had a bad temper but he promised himself he would be kind and respectful to women.
He grabbed her arm lightly and in a low tone he said
"Listen Vomit Girl. This never happened you hear me. If you tell your roommates what you think you saw I'll smash this cup thingy on your dresser. I know it must mean a lot to you because it is the only thing on top your dresser and the area is cleaner than anywhere else in this room. Trust me I'll do it, not a fucking word to your friends or anyone else."
"Are you out of your mind, that's an urn with my grandmother's ashes."
"I don't fucking care. I will smash it to fucking pieces. You decide what's more important, being a squealing bitch or this urn. I mean it you say anything and it' bye bye grandma" Lucas said as he walked closer to her dresser.
Just then Bianca and Rachel came in.
"Whats going on in here?" Bianca asked.
Lucas gave Brooke one last threatening look.
"Nothing I was just being my regular bitchy self."
"Geez Brooke we begged you to be nice to Lucas, he's such a sweetheart, he helped Rachel pick this hot black skirt she's wearing…..why are you always so mean to Lucas….look at him he's petrified. Aplogize Brooke. You didn't need to slap him."
Brooke just wanted to get rid of Bianca and Rachel as quickly as she could so she could destroy Lucas. He took cruelty to a whole new level, she never threaten to destroy the remains of any guys relative no matter how mean he had been to her. Brooke took a deep breath.
"Lucas …..I'm sorry."
"Well it's ok Brooke. Apology accepted. Just don't let it happen again."
"Awwwww…that was so sweet….Brooke ….Lucas is such a nice guy…be nice to him from now on. We're going out now. Allister is waiting. If you want you can meet us at the club when you're done. I'm sure Lucas would be glad to drop you off."
"It would be my pleasure Bianca. You two both look lovely tonight. Have fun, Brooke and me will just be working hard together."
As soon as Bianca and Rachel shut the apartment door Lucas knew he was in for it. He was really trying to be nice but he couldn't allow Brooke to slander his name like that. What he had done was the worst. He felt so ashamed but he had two choices threaten her so she'll shut up or allow her to tell more people so he would feel even worse than he already did. Brooke was livid. Her grandmother had died when she was ten. She was her dad's mother and he didn't seem to think about her or miss her like she did sometimes. She knew it had been over ten years since she died but she couldn't bear to throw away the ashes. To Brooke throwing away the ashes meant that she was throwing away what was once her grandmother's body. She couldn't bear to think of her grandmother's hands or face being thrown on the ground like garbage. How dare Lucas mess with her memories? There were some points in life when words weren't enough to express anger. This was one of them. Brooke slapped Lucas three more times in his face. He just stood there as she slapped him. He didn't react for two reasons number one he knew he deserved it and number two she was being so rough with him and she was turning him on. The memory of her scent and the way she was slapping him so forcefully had him so hot. He couldn't help it he could feel his hands leaving his sides. He just wanted to throw her on the bed, flip her over and slap her sweet ass. Brooke started cursing him but he didn't hear a word she said. He grabbed her by the ass lifted her up and pressed his lips against hers. Brooke couldn't believe it. This Lucas had to be insane. He invades her privacy and now he was putting his hands and lips where they weren't invited. Brooke was so mad she couldn't see straight. She had only ever been this angry once before in her life. She bit his lip as hard as she could. When Lucas tasted the blood in his mouth he released Brooke unto the bed and put his hands behind his back He didn't want to do anything out of anger that he knew he would regret.
"Get the hell out! I don't ever want to see your fucking face in life again. Next time you see pretend you don't. I don't even care about this stupid project. I can't work with you. Not now. Not ever. I am dropping this course first thing in the morning. I wish you would just die!"
Her words cut deep. Wishing he would die was a bit harsh
"Ok….but I just want to say that I'm sorry" Lucas said in a meek voice.
"I don't care what you are. Just get out and fucking die!"
Lucas and Brooke really knew how to get to each other. Mission "do section two of the project" not complete. As Lucas gathered his things Haley's words popped into his mind. Maybe she was right he did need to see a psychologist. Fuck Haley. What does she know anyway? Guys smelled girls' underwear all the time he was just unfortunate enough to get caught. So he made a move on her. Big Deal. Lucas was trying to convince himself that he was normal. He was right guys in college especially did shit like this all the time. But regular people didn't threaten to destroy urns. No matter how hard he tried Lucas was becoming his father. Nathan was one half of Dan and Lucas the other. What would it take for him to control the urges he had?
