Outrageous… Part 1.

Brooke Davis stood shivering in front of the beach house. She could hear the loud music through the house and wherever she looked, she saw people making out or throwing up. Yup, this was her life, this is her life. There was one problem, would she go in or turn around and go somewhere else? She took a deep breath and then turned around. This wasn't what she wanted to do on a Saturday night. She had other things to do, and they sounded so much better.

"Where do you think you're going, Beauty?" Fuck.. Busted.

"Nowhere." A fake smile plastered on her face.

"Brooke…" One eyebrow raised and his voice filled with disappointment. He looked down at her right hand, and then she remembered. He hates smoking.

"Just one sigaret, I promise."

"You know how much I hate you smoking."

"It makes me feel better."

"You could die from those, you know that right?" Brooke rolled her eyes. This was the second time in one day he had told her. It was starting to annoy her.

"I know, but frankly; I don't care." In one quick movement he grabbed the sigaret and threw it on the ground.

"Hey! I wasn't finished yet."

"I know that, but you're going in with me. So that means; no smoking." He patted her on the nose and she pouted.

"Nathan…" She whined. Whining was her new hobby. He just laughed at her sad face and kissed her lips quickly.

"Come on, you know you want to."

"Damn, you're so wrong there boyfriend." She mumbled under her breath.
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Not even an hour later, Brooke found herself bored and ignored; as always. Well, not exactly ignored; cause her boyfriend was kissing (more like sucking) her neck leaving dark, purple marks behind. But she really was bored out of her mind. She needed a smoke, she needed some air. Or.. She needed something stronger than both.

Pushing him away slowly, she told him she needed some air. He looked at her suspiciously, wondering if she really needed some air or if it was just a lame excuse to smoke.

"It's so hot in here, and I really need some air Nate."

How could he ever resist such a cute, dimple smile? She knew exactly what he wanted to see, or what turned him on. He was such an easy target, it wasn't even funny anymore.

"Do you want me to go with you?"

"No that's ok. I'll be fine, don't worry." While turning around she felt a hand on her arm.

"Brooke?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't smoke."

Don't smoke her ass. She was Brooke-fucking-Davis! He had no right to tell her what to do. Ok, he's her boyfriend. So what? Why, she didn't even know. Only because they're the best match ever.

On her way back to the beachhouse, after she finished her oh so delicious sigaret, a certain person caught her eye. She looked drunk and pissed of, this was not good.

"Why are you doing this to yourself Goldilocks?"

Brooke took over and helped her blonde friend, holding her hair as she relieved herself in the bushes. She didn't wait for an answer cause she knew Peyton was to out of it.

After Peyton was finished, Brooke told her four times to stay right there and not to leave without her.

Trying to find Nathan, Brooke stepped over a drunk person lying on the ground. Finally she saw her good looking boyfriend, talking to his friends with a beer in his hand. He wasn't even bothering to take the change to flirt with another girl while she was outside. He was too perfect. It bothered her.

"Hey Babe, I was starting to worry about you. What took you so long?" She sighed.

"Peyton."

"Ah yeah. I was trying to keep her sober but…"

"It's ok Nate, she gets her drinks anyway. But thanks for trying. You're the bestest boyfriend ever!"

To let him think she appreciated it, she kissed him hard on the lips. The kiss was turning into making out and they heard his friends saying see you later, not wanting to look at their friend making out with his jummy girlfriend. Thinking about how I was forgetting Peyton, I broke the last kiss.

"I'm sorry but I've got to take Peyton home."

"Yeah, you're right. But you need to know you're not always have to be her guardian angel."

"I know, I just don't want to leave her here."

"Ok, call me when you're home."

"I will."

One last kiss and then it was goodbye.

"I Love you!" She turned around and mouthed quickly 'you too'.
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A guy was carrying Peyton who was draped all over him, completely plastered. He was trying to take her to his car, but Brooke saw them and stands quickly.

"Whoa, is she ok?"

"Eh yeah. It's cool, I got her."

"I don't think so buddy. It's Rosey Pom for you tonight." She took Peyton's arm and putted it over her shoulder.

"Peyton. Peyton!" Slapping her in the face wasn't really working. They walked (well, stumbled) to Brooke's car and she putted Peyton on the backseat down, making sure she was comfortable.

During the ride, Brooke searched in her purse for her cellphone. Calling a number she dialed almost daily.

"Yeah?" His voice sounded bored and moody.

"I need you."

"Hi sexy, you mean you need drugs."

"Yeah, that too. Where are you?"

"I'm at the apartment."

"Ok, I'm coming in about fifteen minutes. First I need to get rid of someone." She said looking at her sleeping friend.

"My sweet, little brother?" He said sarcastically.

"No, I already ditched him. It's Peyton."

"Why don't you bring her along? We could have a little trio." She could only imagine his face right now. A little happier, with twinkles in his eyes.

"No sorry, she's drunk. I'm taking her home. And by the way you're talking about my best friend here."

"It's not like you haven't done it before."

"That's not the point. The point is, we're talking about Peyton. I don't fuck best friends."

"Hmm, too bad. She's hot. I still don't get why I can't fuck her."

"She doesn't want you and by the way; you have me."

"True. Do you have money?"

"Why are you still asking that? You know the deal; you give me the cocaine and you can do with me whatever you want. I'm willing to please."

"Just checking."

"I know. See you in a few minutes." Hanging up without waiting for an answer, Brooke smiled for the first time in two days. She was looking forward to it.
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Knocking on the door for the second time, Brooke waited impatiently, stamping her foot. She was about to knock again but finally he opened the damn front door. He was wearing a white, wife beater and low jeans so you could see his boxers. He looked so handsome, so 'bad guyish', it made her wanting him even more.

"Come in."

His apartment was a mess. No, it was like some hurricane thought it would be a good idea to destroy everything. Pizza boxes everywhere, empty bottles who used to be filled with beer, clothes filling the ground, she even saw a few used condoms lying under the bed. It was disgusting.

"You're looking fine tonight." He grabbed her by the ass and pulled her against his chest. His cologne smelled so good. He kissed her hard on the lips. It wasn't a sweet kiss like she always shared with Nathan, this one was rough and passionate. Of course, it meant nothing.

"I know." Brooke said after the long kiss.

"If you think you're so hot, better show me what you got, girl."

"Listened to Britney much?"

"You know it."

"You're only listening to it cause she's hot."

They laughed and shared another kiss. This one was different, cause now they were ripping each other's clothes of. She responded immediately to his touch, her mouth opening to allow his tongue entrance, and her arms wrapping firmly round his neck.

After the 'job' was done, they didn't spoke to each other. Just smoking a sigaret and watching old cartoons on the television.

"Do you want a couple of lines?" Lucas said after a few minutes.

"Oh God yeah, I really need some."

He grabbed a small glass bottle with the purest cocaine inside and gave it to her. Taking the drugs from Lucas, she opened it and poured it out onto a CD while separating it with another. She smiles while looking at it, seeing her face reflected back at her. There's a seconds pause before she snorted the lines.
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"Brooke, are you totally out of your mind?" Haley gasped but Brooke could see she was hiding a smile.

"What? I'm just trying some new lingerie on. What's wrong with that?" She played innocent.

"Nothing's wrong with that, but you're showing it to me, outside your changing cubicle! You know everybody is looking at you now, right?" Haley looked around to find a guy staring at Brooke with his mouth open.

"Of course! So, do you like this one?" Brooke spins showing off her red lingerie.

"Well, it's…"

"Cute?"

"I was going to say slutty, but I guess it's cute too."

"I know it's slutty, but Nathan's going to love it!" She clapped her hands getting very exited. Just thinking about Nathan's reaction (and don't forget Lucas' reaction) was priceless.

"Ugh Brooke! Too much information." She cringed.

"I don't get it Tutor Girl, why do you hate to share this with me? I'm not talking about my sexlife with Nathan or something like that. Just about his reaction." Brooke said rolling her eyes. Haley could be such a prude sometimes.

"I know. But by Nathan's reaction on seeing you in your lingerie, means you're about to do it. And that means, we are talking about your sexlife."

Brooke of course, waved it away.

"Whatever."

"You're weird."

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"You are so childish." Brooke said throwing a small top at her.

"And you're not?" Haley laughed at Brooke's stupidity.

She was about to respond but her cellphone was vibrating in her purse. Holding a vinger to her lips to shut Haley up, she picked up her phone.

"Hey Blondie. Feeling better yet?" Just a mumble in return.

"Thought so, hangover's a bitch huh?"

"Yeah."

"So what's the reason you're calling me?"

"I just wanted to say thank you. For helping me with getting home safely. I owe you."

"Big time."

"I know."

"Why did you drink so much by the way? That's so not like you." Brooke heard her sighing.

"I don't know. Guess I'm dealing with a lot of drama right now."

"You better explain that, P. Sawyer."

"Another time. I just wish sometimes, that I could jump over the drama and land on my feet."

"Huh?" Peyton started to laugh.

"Doesn't matter. I'll talk to you later?"

"Of course! I'm shopping with T.G. right now, so I guess I'll see you later. I'm going to buy some hot lingerie, I can't wait to show it to you."

"T.G.?" Brooke rolled her eyes. She used to understand her nicknames.

"Tutor Girl! You know, for a fake blonde you catch on slow."

"And so I've been told." They laughed.

"Yeah yeah, so should I come over in a few hours?" She cursed out loud when she remembered she already had an 'appointment' with Nathan a few hours later. Ah, what the hell. He could wait.

"Ehm, you know… I think I just want to be alone right now. You don't have to worry about me, I'll be fine. I'll call you later. Say hi to Hales for me, kay?"

"Of course. Bye."

"Bye."

"Peyton says hi." Haley saw Brooke's sad face and heard her 'not cheery' voice and knew something was wrong.

"What's wrong?"

"It's just Peyton.. She's having some problems."

"Brooke, don't worry. Peyton is always having problems."

"Yeah I know. It's just that… I hate it when she isn't happy."

"She is happy."

Brooke gave her a look and she immediately looked down. They both knew Peyton was never happy, and she still isn't.
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The club was freaking great. People everywhere, some band playing in the corner. Brooke took a sip of her beer, looking around to find familiar people.

"Never thought I would find Brooke Davis here."

She turned around smiling, knowing who was talking to her. Not even saying hi, her lips crashed onto his.

"Well, highschool parties are getting pretty boring and I heard you saying something about a club night and…" She drew on his chest, moving her fingers around.

"I wanted to see you." She ended while looking up at him with her big, brown eyes.

"You're so cheezy sometimes." He laughed grabbing her hand taking her to the middle of the dancefloor.

"Want to know a secret?" He whispered in her ear so she was the only one who could hear him.

"I was hoping I would find you here."

She grinned and kissed him again. Their tongues met and danced with each other. She putted her hand in his hair bringing him closer, biting his lip softly.

They danced feeling the beat of the drum, their hips moving at a rapid pace.

"Want to get out of here?" She almost whispered. He hadn't heard her, but knew what she wanted.

Outside, they walked hand in hand in silence. It wasn't awkward, just peaceful. They both were thinking the same thing: where are we going to fuck? At his place, or hers.

"Your place or mine?" They said both at the same time. This shocked both to death, cause they didn't want to be 'a couple' who finished each other's sentences. That would be too weird, they weren't a couple. Just fuck buddies and of course, he helped her getting some stuff she really needed now a days.

"I guess yours is fine." She added quickly.

"That's what I thought."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Her voice was bitter and dark.

"You're just wanting to go to my place cause you know there's some stuff waiting for you."

"That's not the only reason Lucas, and you know it."

"But it's fine.. Since we have a deal."

"Yeah, we do have a deal. And you're going to keep it cause otherwise, you're not getting some tonight. Or better said: never ever again."

"Why is Bitch being a Brooke tonight?" He grinned and she scoffed.

"Your dear sweet brother is being a total ass."

"He's not my brother."

"Half brother, whatever. Anyways.. He totally ditched me tonight."

"That doesn't surprise me."

"He was supposed to take me out tonight, but he called saying he had to help his friend out, cause he was having some troubles or something." Brooke ranted, waving with her hands to make it more dramatic.

"He's cheating on you." Brooke slapped him in the face, really hard. She gave him an angry look before she continued. He just rubbed his cheek.

"No he's not. He's actually a nice person and he would never, ever do something like that to me."

"You do realize you're doing this to him, right?"

"Whatever."
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Brooke and Lucas were cracking up about something stupid. Everything was funny now in their eyes.

"Damn Brooke, you must be really high." He laughed when he saw her dancing at the rithm of the music, while stripping her clothes off.

"It's not like you mind." Brooke giggled.

"Not at all." He murmered while he looked at her with big, blue eyes.

Brooke grinned seductivly. She pointed with her indexfiger and then pointed to herself, telling him to come. He smiled like an idiot and stopped when he was right in front of her. Brooke backed Lucas into the wall and brought her hand to Lucas's hair and played with it as she kissed him. He groaned in her mouth and Brooke thought it was funny, so she started to laugh really hard.

"Brooke! I can't kiss you when you're laughing like this."

"I know Broody Boy, it's just so funny when you're making that sound." She giggled and he grumbled in frustration throwing his hands in the air.

"You know what Brooke, go home. I'll talk to you later, when you're not so annoying."

She looked at him questionly, wondering if he really meant what he was saying.

"I mean it Brooke! Go home!"

"Fine, but you know what? I don't know if I want this anymore. If you think I'm annoying, then I'm sure you'll find another girl to screw with." She grabbed her clothes an tried to put them on.

"Brooke…"

"No, don't! Bye Lucas."
And with that, she left.
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"Oh Nathaaaan." Brooke sang half giggling, half laughing. After ringing the doorbell for the third time, she turned around, thinking he was probably sleeping.

"Brooke?" He asked sleepily.

"Natie Boy! You're opening the door just in your boxers!" She giggled pointing at his black boxershort.

"Yeah, well I was sleeping. Are you drunk?"

"Noooo! I'm not drunk! I'm just very happy. Don't you want me to be happy?"

"Of course I want you to be happy, Brooke. I think it's just a little weird that you're showing up at 2:50 in the morning." He said looking at his watch.

"Well, since you ditched me tonight, I went to a club. But of course the club had to be boring and…" She ranted. Nathan took her by the waist pulling her inside.

"Where are we going?"

"To my room."

"I'm not in the mood for hot, animal sex."

"I know, I know. Come on, I'll bring you to bed."

He putted her down on the bed and then crawled next to her. They didn't say anything, both were deep in thought.

"Brooke?"

"Hmm?"

"Are you high?"

"What? Noooo!" She giggled but he knew better.

"I can't believe this." He mumbled, but she could hear him.

"I can!"

"Brooke.." He looked at her with pleading eyes. He wanted a real answer and he wanted it now.

"Ok, ok! So what, I did a couple of lines."

"What!" He jumped out of the bed and stood there with his hands on his hips.

"Don't be mad, Nate. Please, I really don't need this right now."

"Where did you get that stuff?"

"What stuff?"

"Oh please Brooke, you know what I'm talking about. Was it Peyton?"

"Ehm.." He raised his eyebrow, waiting for an answer.

"Yeah." She sighed. A little lie sounded so much better than the truth.

"I can't believe her! I'm going to talk to her about this tomorrow."

"Don't! Please, Nate… Don't. It's my fault. I was a little mad at you. Please, don't talk to Peyton." Her pleading eyes worked.

"Fine, I won't talk to her. We talk about it tomorrow."

"Ok." She whispered.

"Night."

"Goodnight Nathan."

"I love you." He whispered after a few minutes. She heard him, but remained quiet, letting him think she was sleeping.

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Part one is all ready! Hope you liked it. Reviews are the bestest! Just another long chapter and this story is completed, but if you guys really, really want a sequel then I'll think about it.
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