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Chapter 15
What happens in the club part 2
Nathan decided that he would spy on Haley. He returned to the balcony with three more drinks for himself and watched Haley's every move. Tim and Jake were dancing with two girls downstairs and Lucas was staring into space. He kept thinking about Nathan and Haley, his brother and his best friend. He loved them and he just wanted them to be happy. He didn't mean to try to hurt either one of them but Dan was a megalomaniac. He hated for anything to get in way of either of his sons future basketball careers and Haley was getting in the way. Dan knew how much Nathan loved Haley and he knew that Nathan would sacrifice anything, basketball included to make her happy. Dan hated to lose. Everything was a competition for him. He lost his chance to be play college basketball when he sustained an injury to his knee. He lost Nathan when he moved out and got married. He had been waiting for years for the perfect opportunity to split them up. Nathan was too hard. He was just too damned fearless for Dan to get to him. So after his Mr. Nice Dad plan failed he decided to pin the job on Lucas. He hated to admit it but Lucas kind of scared. Dan could do some pretty awful things even to his own family members. When his brother Keith had slept with his wife he pretended to forgive him while he secretly paid a woman to make him fall in love with her and then dump him. One time when Nathan and Lucas had sneaked out, the night before they had a big game, he paid a dirty cop to follow them and throw them in jail for the night. When Dan had walked in on him having sex with a girl in his room when he was fourteen, he took pictures of them in bed and then threatened to give them to Karen and the girl's parents. Although they had been under the covers in the pictures Lucas did not want to disappoint his mother or be hunted down by some angry girl's father. Who knew what Dan would do if Lucas didn't do as he was told? Why couldn't he just be happy? He just wanted to be a good friend to Haley, a good big brother to Nathan, a guy women could trust, a good student and a guy both his parents could be proud of.
Brooke was having a blast. She had found Rachel at the bar. When a girl wanted to get completely wasted and have fun Rachel was the girl to hang out with. She had three screaming orgasms and two tequila shots. Brooke was drunk. Brooke hadn't gotten drunk in years. She wouldn't remember any of this shit tomorrow. She just wanted to have fun in this moment and deal with the consequences later. She was dancing with some guy and his hands were all over her. An unintoxicated Brooke would never allow a man to grope her while dancing but alcohol had a way of making people let go of their inhibitions. She was horny as hell and his hands on her ass and breasts felt so good. She hadn't been stimulated like that in years. She was so glad she was with Rachel because Rachel would not judge her. Brooke was grinding her crotch into his. She could feel his erection piercing through his pants. He started breathing harder and harder and it was making the hair on her neck stand up.
"Do you want to get a room? There's a motel down the street."
Brooke's heart was racing. This was it. In the next few minutes she could no longer be a virgin. At 21 virginity is nothing but a burden especially when it's not a choice. She was horny and this just what she ordered some pure emotionally unattached sex.
"Yes" Brooke replied nervously.
The duo left the club to walk three blocks to a motel.
Chris and Haley were still sitting on the couch.
"So Haley are you having fun?"
"It's ok I'm not really a loud music kind of person and I don't really dance to hip hop. Are you having fun?"
"This isn't really my scene. I prefer Tric I'm just here because one of my buddies invited me. His dad owns the club. If you want we go into one of the dressing rooms and talk or you can sing me that new song that you wrote. Singers can't be shy Haley. I really want you to open up more. Don't hold back."
"Ok let's go then."
Chris led Haley down a hallway in the club that said authorized personnel only. When Nathan saw them leaving the couch he flew off the blacony and raced down the stairs to see where they were going. When he got to the hallway the bouncer stopped him but over his shoulder he saw Haley and Chris enter a dressing room. Why would they leave the couch to be alone in the dressing room? Nathan was going crazy, all he could think about was Chris and Haley having sex. He could hear Haley screaming his name.
"Listen you have to let me through right now. My wife's in there."
"You have a pass"
"No"
"No pass no entry."
"Listen buddy get out my way. I'm going in there my wife is in there with some guy."
Nathan felt a pair of strong arms grab him from behind. He started cursing frantically and struggling to be relieved from another bouncer's firm grasp. He was thrown out of the club. Now he was alone and wasted in front of the club. He started walking all the way to the back of the club to where he had parked. It was completely deserted. The club wasn't closing for another two hours. As he was about to open his car door he heard someone talking on the phone. It was a girl.
"Hey stranger what are you doing out here by yourself?"
"I could ask you the same thing. You know it's really not safe for a girl to be back here by herself."
"I can take care of myself and besides the only people here are you and me. So what's with you?"
"What do you mean what's with me."
"Well its Friday night and you're in a parking lot when there is one hell of a party going on inside." The girl said as she got off the floor and sat on the hood of his car. "Come up here talk to me"
"Why would I talk to you? I don't even know you."
"That's the point. We're both wasted. You can tell me anything and neither of us will remember a thing in the morning. So spill."
Nathan joined her on the hood of the car.
"Well my wife has feelings for another man and right now she's probably fucking him because I saw them go into some room together alone."
"Oh"
"What about you?"
"I don't have one. I just came out here to look for my friend. Just relax. How about we play a game."
"What kind of game?"
"A fun one. How about 20 questions."
"How about 10."
"Ok ten it is. I'll start."
Lucas was still in the club. He couldn't find any of his friends. Haley was no longer on the couch. One of his favourite songs Candy Shop by 50 Cent was playing and he was grinding away with some girl. He saw Peyton staring at him from the couch where Haley was sitting. She looked upset. He wanted to just grind hard into the girl he was dancing with. If he hadn't been such an ass lately he would have, but he really didn't need anything else to feel guilty about. He stopped dancing with the girl and went over to Peyton. He didn't even know what to say to her. They never really had conversations. All they ever talked about was what they wanted to do to each other and other meaningless things.
"So uh where's Haley"
"I don't know she said she didn't want to stay too late. I don't know where she could be."
"So you come here a lot?"
"Sometimes I come with guys, you?"
"Me too sometimes I come with my friends."
This was so awkward. They had no idea what to say to each other. Lucas knew why he was with Peyton. She was a low maintenance girlfriend that he could get sex from whenever he wanted. Right now, he was wondering why she was with him. He was a horrible boyfriend. He never talked to her. She was a horrible girlfriend as well. She never talked to him either. Maybe occasionally she talked to him about his basketball game or parties but that was it. So why were they together? It was like a high school relationship between the head cheerleader and the captain of the basketball team. Everyone expected them to be together, they were gorgeous, they looked good together but other than those superficial reasons they had no connection. Peyton loved to be the girl on the arm of the hot guy that every girl wanted. In some weird way they knew what they were doing. They knew what they wanted from each other and somehow they were both okay with it.
Haley and Chris were still in the dressing room.
"Haley that was a great first verse. I'm glad you had the courage to sing it for me. I'm so proud of you."
"Thank you. I'm still working on the rest. It's about love not being enough sometimes."
"Well I gathered as much. I just didn't want to ask you about it. I'm trying to be professional with you Haley but I feel like we're friends."
"Yeah I know what you mean."
"So if you want someone to talk to. I'm here. Is everything ok with you and you're husband."
"Not really we're kind of taking some time apart right now."
"Oh he do something wrong?"
"No it's not him. Its just I need some time for myself to figure out what I want and the pressures of being married were really taking a toll on me."
"Do you still love him?"
"Of course I do and I really miss him. We're going to talk tomorrow for the first time in two weeks. I'm kind of excited. I really really miss him."
"Well I'm happy for you Haley, but I have to say this. You shouldn't let anything get in the way of your dreams or the one you love. It's just really hard when those two things are getting in the way of each other."
"Wow"
"What?"
"It's just you really get where I'm coming from."
"It's because I've been there sweetie. In this business you have to be selfish as hell if you want to succeed and that means you have to sacrifice some things to get where you want to be. Nothing in life comes for free. Sometimes its money, time for yourself, family or the one you love. You just have to ask yourself how bad you want it."
Haley felt tears in her eyes. She was the crying type. The thought that someday she would have to choose between the two loves of her life was making her sad.
"Listen uh we should get going. Peyton's probably looking for me and I have to meet Nathan tomorrow so I don't want to be out too late."
"Alright lets go then."
Lucas had left Peyton and was now outside trying to get reception on his cell phone to call one of the guys. The club was closing in five minutes and he hadn't seen any of them in hours. He leaned up against a car right outside but he didn't see any of them.
Brooke's heart was pounding as she walked to room 104. She had never been this nervous in her whole life. She was nervous and anxious. She never quite understood just how much emotions came into play with sex until now, it would probably be even more emotional and more nerve wrecking if she was in love with the guy. But tonight was not about emotions. It was all about plain sex. No emotions. When she was done she would probably stop off by KFC and get some more chicken. This was going to be like every other night. Sex for the first time was no big deal. No love, no emotions, No names, No biggie.Was it possible for a virgin to not get emotionally involved with her first partner? Brooke Davis was about to find out. Brooke was now just standing by the door. She had no idea what to do. The guy was sitting on the bed.
"Why don't you come lie down right here gorgeous?"
Nathan was now laughing with his new friend on top the car. Playing 10 questions had loosened him up. They leaned back on the hood of the car to catch their breaths. Nathan suddenly felt a pair of soft lips touch his. He kissed back but when he felt her tongue invade his mouth he gently pushed her off.
"I'm married. I told you that."
"Maybe someone should have told that to your wife tonight. Look I can help you have a good time tonight if you want. We're young and no one has to know about this. I don't know you and you don't know me. We'll never see each other again. This could have been perfect, but I guess I'll be going now I guess you're not up to it. It's ok baby."
She started sliding off the car Nathan stopped her. He couldn't resist. He hadn't had sex in months and has porn stash and naked strippers weren't enough for him. He pressed his lips against hers more forcefully that she had and pushed his tongue into her mouth. The parking lot was empty. All the people had driven out as the sat on the hood playing 10 questions. Now it was just the two of them and a white Lexus. As he kissed her he moved his hand up her top and massaged her breasts. They were smaller than Haley's. He didn't even remember what another woman's skin or breasts felt like. Her body was so mysterious and exciting for him. While he massaged her breasts she unbuckled his pants, pulled down his boxers and started stroking his member. He was already hard. This girl was a professional Nathan thought. She was very talented with her hands. He felt like was about to explode any second. Not wanting to cum to soon, he rolled on top of her pulled down her panties and entered her. He knew he had to be quick. They were out in the open there was always that chance that someone would walk by. The fact that it was so risky made it even more fun for him. She was panting so hard and he could barely contain himself.
Lucas stood in the front parking lot only his car and a few others remained. He was giving the guys five more minutes to pop up or he was leaving. He started walking around the parking lot to kill time. Suddenly he felt someone grab his mouth and two other guys lifted him up. When they got to the alley between the club and the mall next door they threw him on the ground. There were about six guys around him. He knew he was a goner. He could ward off two maybe three guys but six was impossible. He knew he wasn't being robbed, this was business. When a group guys beat up another guy it was always about revenge or pride. Guys just hated to lose fights. Since he wasn't the get in a fight type he knew this beat down was bout revenge. What did he do? He hadn't done anything to deserve this. He didn't even recognize any of these guys. Finally one of them spoke.
"We're going to beat your ass, but every time one of us kicks you or punches you I want you to remember why. I want you to regret what you did. I want you to feel the pain and the fear my sister felt when you came on to her. I want you to feel how powerless and hurt she felt."
"I don't know what you're talking about, who's your sister?"
"You don't remember. I suppose you only remember your conquests not your failures."
The guy took a picture out from his wallet and held it up to Lucas. It was Kristin. The fourteen year old he had offered money for sex. He knew he was a goner. If it had been his sister he would be doing the exact same thing. He didn't even try to retaliate. He had been feeling so guilty about so many things that he felt like he deserved it. He just hoped he was going to be injured too badly; he had a basketball game in a few days. The guys started kicking and hitting him all over his body. It was torture, they showed no mercy. His only consolation was that it wasn't a public flogging. No one would know what happened. One of the most embarrassing things for a guy was to get beat up publicly. A public beat down was emasculation at its best. For a guy to seem weak and helpless in front of other guys who would tease him and call him pussy for weeks after was just as bad as the beat down. Men just loved to feel manly and strong, Lucas was anything but right now. He was coughing up blood on the ground and his chest was killing him. The guys weren't too harsh. He was expecting weapons to be used. Now he lay in the alley by himself, just him and the rotting garbage in the dumpster next to him. As each one of the guys fired blow after blow he felt more and more pain. He felt so powerless, so violated. Was this the way he made women feel? Was this the way Jenna felt when he slapped her? Was this the way Brooke felt when he threatened to destroy her urn? Powerless. He could barely move. He just needed to lie down for a while longer before he made his next attempt to stand up. His face and shirt were covered with blood. Karma was a bitch. Karma had him lying down in a filthy alley wounded cold and alone.
Nathan was now sitting on the hood of the car catching his breath. He hadn't been pleasured like that in a long while. This girl knew all his erogenous zones. She knew exactly how to please and tease a man. His pants were still unbuckled and her panties were still her ankles. The windshield was filthy. Her juices had slithered out of her and right down the windshield. The cold 2 am breeze was quickly drying it.
"Look uh that was great but I think maybe I should be getting home. Are you ok?"
"Yeah I'm fine. I should get going too."
"How are you getting home?"
"I'll call a cab I have no idea where my friends are. They probably left me they know how I can get sometimes."
"Well I can take you home if you want."
"I don't know. I don't usually hang around with one night standers afterwards."
"It's just a ride. Not that we'll ever see each other again or anything but I'd like this to stay between us just in case we do."
"No problem. I never fuck and tell. Well maybe just my roommates."
Nathan pulled up in front of her apartment.
"Well I guess this is it."
"Yeah"
"Later"
"Hey uh I never got your name."
"You first"
"Nathan"
"Rachel….thanks for the ride…both of them." Rachel said licking her lips.
Brooke did as she was told. She was nervous but she didn't want him to know that. He lifted Brooke's back off the bed and pulled off her top. He took off his own shirt and shoes and started kissing her as he lay on top of her. Brooke was enjoying every minute of it. Just his hands on her stomach sent sensations through her whole body. She felt him unbuckle her pants and he slid them down to her knees. He positioned himself on top of her again and placed kisses all over her body. She could feel his throbbing erection. Was she ready for that? She had only seen her first one last week. Now one was going to be inside her. She wanted it but she was so unsure as well. What he was doing felt really good and her body said yes. She rolled over on top of him. She wanted to be in control. She unclasped her bra and pressed her breasts against his bare chest. Her nipples were hard. Her juices were soaking through her thong unto his chest. They turned him on even more. He pulled her forward and started sucking on her nipple. Brooke was unsure of what to do so she just sat there being pleasured.
"Lie down" he told her.
She got off of him and lay down on the bed waiting for his next move. He lay on top of her again and gave her nipple a light bite before kissing her. He took off his pants. Brooke's heart started to beat even faster than before. She was so close. He pulled off her off her thong and stared at her womanhood for a few seconds. He lay back down on top of her kissing her more forcefully than before. He spread her legs. He rammed three fingers into her and Brooke screamed in pain.
"What! Whats wrong?"
"Nothing"
She pushed him off of her pulled on her thong, pants and top. She just stuffed her bra in her purse.
"Where are you going? You can't just leave me like this."
"Watch me."
Brooke ran out of the motel room in to the night. What the hell was she doing? She was looking like the biggest fool right now, running away from sex like that. She really wanted it. But those fingers hurt like hell. Maybe God was sending her a message. This wasn't the way she wanted to have sex for the first time. Not in some motel, kind of drunk with a guy she didn't even know. He was the first guy to see her completely naked. She hoped to God he wouldn't remember and that she wouldn't either. She couldn't just act on impulse like that. This wasn't the way she wanted it to happen. She wanted a guy who would take his time. When she made love for the first time she didn't to have any secrets between her and the guy. She would want him to know that she was a virgin. Maybe this was what happened with Rachel all the time. Maybe she just got caught in the moment and the pleasure. The only difference was that Rachel didn't have three fingers and a tight entrance to tell her that what she was doing wasn't really what she wanted. She was so upset with herself. It was cold and now almost three in morning. It was dark and she was by herself just walking feeling like a fool for not continuing and for starting in the first place. She wanted to cry. But Brooke Davis under no circumstances cried. The last time she cried was probably ten years ago at her grandmother funeral. As long as she could remember she had been so afraid to feel love or pain or lust or attraction or anything that could lead to hurt in the end. She just felt so stupid. She was a bitch to a perfectly nice guy earlier, she rushed into something she knew wasn't ready for. Blame it on the alcohol. How was she going to get home? She reached the front of the club and just threw herself unto the grass. She threatened herself. She was not going to cry. Crying meant that she was weak. Being weak made her vulnerable. She would just sit there for a few minutes compose herself and then call a cab.
"Hey are you ok?" she heard familiar voice from behind her. She turned around to see who it was. He was barely recognizable with all the bruises and blood stains on his face but she'd recognize that cocky irritating voice anywhere.
"Brooke? Well you're the last person I'd expect to find out here. Your face is really red. Are you ok?"
"None of your business asshole. Didn't I tell you to fucking die."
"Well if it makes you feel any better I almost did tonight." Lucas said sitting next to her.
"It does. Why are you sitting next to me? I hate you. I was actually hoping I'd find someone out here still but not you."
"I know you hate me. You have every right to."
"Well why don't you respect my wishes and leave me alone. Just go away."
"You want me to leave you here by yourself."
"Yep. I was born alone wasn't I"
"Yes you were but I can take you home if you want."
"No I'm alright. I'd rather stay out here and risk being robbed or raped than go anywhere with you."
Lucas started laughing at her.
"What's so funny?"
"Did you just hear yourself? You'd rather be raped than take a ride from me."
"Yes that's how much I hate you."
"Fine I'm going then." Lucas got up and started walking off. He wasn't going anywhere but he wanted to see how she would react.
"Some guy you are."
"What's that?"
"Nothing"
"No you said "some guy you are""
"Well if you heard what I said why did you pretend you didn't"
"Just making sure."
Lucas sat back down next to her. She was a mess. Her hair was disheveled, her top was on backwards and he pants were crumpled. He didn't know what to say to her.
"I'm sorry."
"What?"
"I said I'm sorry. I'm sorry for all the crap I did to you since we met. I was a royal ass and I'm especially sorry for what I did the other night. I shouldn't have done what I did and I shouldn't have threatened to destroy your urn. That was uncalled for."
"You can't even say that you smelled my underwear."
"You're right I can't"
"Why?"
"Because I'm ashamed of what I did and I don't like saying it out loud because it makes me feel like a horrible person."
"Well you are a horrible person."
"I know, but I'm trying to do better and trust me after what happened to me tonight I don't think I'll be disrespecting anyone anymore."
"Whatever you can save your I'm trying to do better crap for someone who gives a shit. Once an asshole always an asshole."
"So I guess you won't be forgiving me then."
"Hell no!"
"Well that's fine. I'm just wanted you to know that I'm sorry and it won't happen again."
"What about sexual harassment will that happen again."
"Those are pretty strong words. I wouldn't say that I sexually harassed you."
"Oh you wouldn't. If a guy came up to you now and grabbed your dick would you like it, would you consider that sexual harassment."
"Yes! And I'd kill his ass."
"Well it's the same thing asshole. Picture how you'd feel if a big 300 pound guy kissed you and grabbed your ass and that's how I felt."
"Well I'm sorry."
"Whatever your apologies mean nothing to me. You could save my life right now and I'd still think you're an asshole."
"Ok well I started section 2 just in case you wanted to know."
"Great, who cares, you're just lucky you still have a partner. I tried to drop this course but the deadline had already passed. You think you're the only one who can threaten people. Think again. I'm reporting you to Hargrove for sexual harassment."
"Are you serious?"
"As a heart attack."
"Brooke please don't. That could ruin everything for me. I play ball I'll be off the team. If I get kicked off the team my dad will kill me."
"Well maybe you should've thought about that before you put your hands on me"
"Brooke please I'll do anything. Anything"
"Anything?"
"Anything Brooke please. I really am sorry. I said I was sorry even before I knew you were going to report me. Please."
"Lay off me. You have to be nice to me and you have to do whatever I tell you to. You also have to tell my roommates what you did the other night. They seem to think you're the nicest guy on the planet."
"Ok whatever you want. I'll do it. When do you want to work on section 2? I promise I'll be on my best behaviour."
"I'm not sure."
"What's your number then? I'll call you then and you can take mine as well."
They exchanged numbers and just continued sitting next to each other. It was now 4:15.
"So what happened to you tonight?" Brooke asked
"You first."
"I really don't want to talk about it."
"Neither do I, but let's just say that karma is a bitch."
"I know exactly what you mean. You look horrible though."
"So do you. You look like you've just been through a tornado. You sure you're ok?"
"Whether I am or I'm not it shouldn't matter to you and it's none of your business. It's not like we're friends."
"You're right. Are you ready to go home? If you want I can take you. So you won't have to take a cab.
"Fine. I'm only taking this ride out of desperation."
"Ok"
They got up and walked to the parking lot together. This was one strange night. Lucas would've never imagined that he'd end up with Brooke tonight. He thought he'd probably end up with Peyton or some other girl. Brooke was kind of grateful to find Lucas. All his apologies helped take her mind off of everything that had happened with that guy. He pressed the button to unlock the car doors and Brooke got into the back seat. Lucas didn't even comment. It was all about what Brooke wanted now. Not just because she threatened him but also because he genuinely wasn't proud of his actions and he saw firsthand tonight what the consequences for his behaviour could be. He dropped Brooke home and then drove himself home. He threw himself unto his bed. What a night.
