A/N; first of all YAY :D this story is a hot topic and second of all Noooo! Cause this is the last part. I'm kind of sad, this was so much fun to write! But now I have time to finish my other story or beginning a new one or writing a sequel or whatever.. Anyway; back to the update:

Outrageous… Part 3

The car ride was fun. Lucas was driving, looking quite amused to the girls in the backseat. They were cracking up about God knows what, but it seemed funny. He looked closely at Brooke. Her make-up was smudged, her hair was loose and wild. She was absolutly the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Brooke noticed his eyes on her and tried to climb to the front, to face him.

"Hi gorgeous. P. Sawyer and I were chatting and we thought it was a good idea to do something for you, since you're bringing us home."

"And what do you pretty girls have in mind?"

"Well, you seemed to enjoy the girl-on-girl action so how about we give you a private show?" She whispered in his ear giving him goose bumps.

"Ehm.. That sounds.."

"Really good? Hot?"

"Yeah." He barely whispered.

"Ok, girl-on-girl it is then." After lightly licking his earlobe, she sat back next to a giggling Peyton.

"Ready?" She asked Peyton who nodded slowly.

In one quick movement Brooke cupped her cheek with her hand, her lips crashing into hers. Peyton responded immediately, opening her mouth to let Brooke's tongue in. Peyton pushed Brooke on her back so she was on top of her. Brooke opened her eyes looking at Lucas, he was looking at them with lust in his eyes. If she wasn't mistaken she even saw him drooling. It was so much fun to turn guys on. When the car stopped, they stopped making out.

"Where are we?" Peyton giggled.

"We're at Luke's."

"How do you know that?" Peyton asked confused.

"Oh ehm.. Just a guess. I guess." Brooke said shaking her head. She forgot Peyton didn't know anything about the 'deal'.

Before Peyton could say anything, Lucas stepped out of the car and opened the door for the girls.

"Be careful." Lucas said when Brooke misstepped and landed in his arms.

"I'm careful. You should be careful Lukie Boy."

"Lukie Boy! That's a weird nickname Brookie!" Peyton giggled.

"Come on, let's go inside before you wake the neighbours."

"Wow! This place is incredible!" Peyton said in awe when they entered the house.

"Yeah, it's pretty good." Lucas nodded.

"How do you pay for all of this? I mean, it's pretty big and all."

"What do you think? He's a little drugsdealer…"

"Brooke!"

"What?"

"Never mind. Pick one room and go sober your ass up." He sneered.

"Fine!" She grabbed Peyton's hand and walked into the familiar bedroom.

"What was that all about?"

"It's nothing."

"I disagree, that was really something."

"Hey Peyt! I have a great idea! How about we're going to bed!" Brooke said sarcastically.

She wasn't in the mood to answer Peyton's questions. She wanted to 'go sober her ass up'.

"No, how about we're going to dance?" Peyton stumbled to the cd player and pushed the play button. Immediately Kelly Clarkson's 'Behind These Hazel Eyes'filled the room.

"How about not?" Brooke said and pushed the stop button.

"Come on Brooke! What's wrong with you tonight? You're acting all weird."

"I'm not acting weird! You're the one who's acting weird. Being drunk and all."

"You're drunk too."

"Whatever." Brooke giggled and started to dance after she turned the music on.

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Lucas couldn't believe this. First he'd save their asses, now they were singing along with some stupid song. Loud music banging trough the house. Ok, he enjoyed the company but he was tired and he really, really wanted to sleep.

"Ok, I think this is enough."

"Hey Lucas! Come join us, we're dancing!"

"I can see that." He grinned. It would be totally funny to take pictures right now. Where is his digital camera when you really need it?

"You know what's really sexy? Stripping." He smiled devilishly.

"Yeah Brooke! We could totally do that!"

"Why don't you strip?"

"Cause you're in my house so that means my rules." Brooke's pouting face was actually really cute.

"Ok, sooo and then what? Then we are partially naked and…"

"Or just naked." Lucas added quickly. He wouldn't mind to see Brooke naked again, or Peyton for that matter.

"Lucas you are one horny guy." Peyton giggled slapping him playfully on the chest.

"Who wouldn't be horny when two pretty girls are stripping infront of you?"

"True."

"So, are you in or what?"

"If you're stripping, then I'm stripping."

"I'm not going to strip."

"It's not like I haven't seen that thingy before." Brooke tried to smile sexy. Peyton started to laugh but when she realized what Brooke said, she gave Brooke a look.

"Wait, what did you just say?"

"Nothing."

"You said you saw his dick before…"

"Girls! You guys are too drunk to argue, let's get you both to bed." Lucas started but was interrupted by Peyton.

"No Lucas, I want to hear this. What's going on Brooke?"

"Nothing! It's nothing ok? Let's go to sleep, I'm kind of tired." Brooke fake yawned.

"Oh Brooke that's bullshit and you know it! I want to know what the fuck is going on!" Peyton yelled scaring Lucas and Brooke a little.

They remained quiet, both looking to the ground. Peyton was drunk but she wasn't stupid, she knew what was going on.

"Tell me you didn't screw Lucas behind Nathan's back?" Peyton half questioned half gasped. Her eyes wide in utter shock and her hand covering her mouth.

Silence.

"I can't believe this Brooke! Ok, I know Lucas reputation; he screws girls.." Lucas was about to respond but Peyton's evil glare kept his mouth shut.

"But from you? I thought you were better then this! I'm so going to tell Nathan."

"What? You can't do that! You're my best friend! Best friends aren't suppose to do that!"

"Well, girlfriends aren't suppose to screw other guys behind their boyfriends back!"

"Girls, I think…"

"Shut the fuck up Lucas!" They both screamed at the same time. He just threw his hands in the air and walked out of the room.

"So you're going to tell Nathan." Brooke said after a long, awkward silence.

"Yes, maybe. I don't know. I don't even know if I'm going to remember this tomorrow. I just can't believe you're doing this to him." Peyton laid herself down on the bed.

"I know it's wrong. And I know you have a crush on him.. And don't try to deny it cause I know you P. Sawyer."

"Let's not talk about his. Come on, we're going to bed and talk about it tomorrow ok?"

"Ok. Friends?"

"Friends."

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Next morning came too early. Brooke woke up with the worst hangover. Her head was spinning and her stomach was bubbling. After a few minutes, she opened her eyes to see a familiar room, and next to her laid a familiar person, but when you put them together it was weird.

"What the hell am I doing here?" Brooke mumbled grabbing her head in pain.

"Pssst! P. Sawyer, wake up." She shook Peyton who just groaned in return.

"Wake up sleepy head!" She yelled in her ear.

"What the fuck Brooke? Aw, my head!" Peyton looked around the room and Brooke saw her eyes widen in shock.

"Where the hell are we?"

"At Lucas'."

"Lucas? Lucas Scott?" She gasped.

"Yes, at Scott's."

"Oh my God, I can't remember last night! What the hell did I do?"

"Why are you asking me that? I'm not even sure what happened last night."

They looked around once more, one trying to remember the previous night and the other looking for Lucas.

"Hey ladies, I heard Brooke screaming. Hangover huh?" He said giving them both a Advil to ease the pain. Peyton took it with the sheets covering her body and red cheeks and Brooke just took it, not bothering if he could see her half naked body.

"Ehm, hi Lucas. Could you uhm, please turn around so I can put some clothes on?" Peyton asked a little bit embarrassed and shy at the same time.

"Sure, but it's nothing I haven't seen before." Getting a yelp from Peyton in return. In shock she placed her hands on her mouth, completely forgetting the sheets.

"Just joking, but.. I can see it now. Pretty good, I have to say." He said grinning, looking at her from head to toe. This made Peyton even more embarrassed and this made Brooke more jealous then she already was.

"I bet you're feeling like you're the man since you screwed us both last night." Brooke snapped almost getting green from jealousy. She knew they didn't screwed last night, well; she didn't remember it exactly but she just knew it, sort of.. Not really.

"We didn't fucked Brooke, you know that. Well, maybe not.. I guess you just have to believe me." He snapped back.

"Yeah right, like we believe you." Brooke snorted.

"You don't have to, but if Peyton's not remembering it either, then you haven't much of a choice." Because he had a point there, Brooke just walked out of the bedroom and slammed the door behind her back. She didn't care if she was naked or not, she just wanted to shower and then go home and sleep her hangover off. When Peyton remembered she was alone with Lucas Scott in one room, she runned after Brooke.

"Wait for me!"

"I'm just going to take a shower."

"Oh.. Then what am I supposed to do? I'm not going to 'chat' with Lucas! I have absolutly nothing to say to him." Peyton said dramatically.

"Since when are you such a drama queen?"

"Since when are you such a bitch?"

"Since I was born." Brooke said and walked into the bathroom, turning the water on.

Peyton noticed that there was something going on with Brooke. She knew where the bathroom was and she acted like she knew the place.

"Hey Brooke, can I ask you one question?"

"Yes."

"Do you know.."

"You already asked me one question."

"What?" Peyton said confused.

"You asked me if you could ask me one question, and my answer was yes. I'm going to take a shower right now, ask me your real question later." Slamming the bathroom door in her face, Brooke smiled to herself.

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When Brooke was ready with her anti-hangover shower, she walked back in the bedroom drying her hair with her towel that smelled like Lucas. She saw no Peyton, and no Lucas. Ok, so this was a little bit.. Odd, but whatever. They were probably doing.. What the hell were they doing?

She started to run, where to she had no idea. Just, trying to find them and then screaming at Peyton for doing this and slapping Lucas for screwing her best friend. That was so not the deal. She knew she wasn't making any sence. She didn't care if Peyton fucked Lucas or if Lucas fucked any other girls for that matter.
Finally, she heard some noise. It was coming from the kitchen. It wasn't moaning or screaming out orgasms, it was if someone was making.. Toast.

"Hey Brooke! Peyton already left, she didn't say anything, she just left. But eh.. I made you some toast."

"Oh, thanks.. I guess. But I'm not hungry." She kind of snapped, but not on purpose. He looked dissapointed, and his sad look was like a little lost boy.

"Oh well, more for me." He turned around, grabbed his plate and walked to the television.

"Close the door when you're leaving." He said while he grabbed the remote. He was clearly pissed off.

"I'm not leaving."

"Yes you are, this is my house with my rules. And I want you to leave."

"I know the rules Lucas, but if I'm not mistaken, the rules say that I'm leaving áfter the fuck and áfter the drugs. And we didn't fucked and I sure as hell haven't snorted any lines last night." She said sweetly. She had a good point there and he knew it.

"You are right about that, but if I'm not mistaken, there aren't any rules about me bringing you home safely cause you're too drunk to drive. So if I say I want you to leave then you have to."

"Fine! You want me to go home? Fine! I'm not in the mood for a good fuck or drugs anyway."

"Good, cause I'm not either. Give me a visit when you're actually sober and nice enough to fuck."

"I'm not drunk, at least not anymore!"

"Alcohol is running trough your veins right now baby, if you paid any attention in class you would know that."

"Do you think I'm dumb Lucas? Cause I'm not. Well, actually I was stupid enough to think this whole thing…" She pointed to herself and to Lucas. "Was actually a good idea."

"It is a good idea. Tell me Princess, do you really want to break things off between me and you?" Brooke didn't said anything so he continued.

"Cause then you're not getting laid anymore. Well, maybe Nathan but I bet he's a bad fuck and I'm not. And on top of that, then you're not getting the cocaine. So.. Still wanting to break things off?" He smirked already knowing the answer.

"I didn't said that." She whispered, all of a sudden feeling very little.

"That's what I thought."

Grabbing her stuff and then giving Lucas one evil glare, she walked towards the frontdoor and slammed it as hard as she could. Lucas Scott was going to pay for threating her like this.

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Finally she was at his home. It was a long time ago she gave him a visit, he always visited her. Last time she was there, she was drunk and high. Not a good memory. She knocked on the door in a funny rhythm, like she always did and after a thirthy seconds or so he opened the door.

"Hey Brooke! What are you doing here?"

"I'm your girlfriend, what's weird about visiting my cute boyfriend?" He laughed and she felt her heart skip a beat. That was weird and not a good sign. What was wrong with her? She didn't loved Nathan, but she laughed his laugh. That's got to be it.

"Do you want to come in?"

"No, I want to stand here all day long." She said sarcastically while getting in the house and Nathan closed the door.

"So, was the party still boring when I left?" He asked flopping on the couch.

You have no idea.

"Ehm yeah! It was really fun, but it would be better if you were there." She said flattering him.

"Peyton said you were both pretty smashed." Brooke almost choked when she wanted to say something, she started to cough really bad. He talked to Peyton? What did she say? Hopefully she didn't remembered last night, cause then she would be in trouble.

"You.. You talked to Peyton?" She stuttered. He nodded his head slowly.

"Oh ehm.. When?"

"She left a few minutes ago before you showed up." He saw her confused look, and it was exactly what he wanted. He wanted to make her sweat, to confess everything.

"Something wrong, babe?" He asked sweetly, looking her right in the eye, acting like everything was fine.

"Ehm, no. No, nothing's wrong. I'm fine, I'm perfectly fine." She fake smiled.

"I know I may come off quiet and I may come off shy, but I'm not stupid Brooke. Why don't you tell me the truth?"

"Ehm.."

"Why didn't you tell me you cheated on me?"

"Look Nathan, I'm so sorry. I promise you it was a mistake, it won't happen again. I know…" But then Nathan started to laugh, really hard. She looked at him if he was crazy. Is this a good sign? Or a bad? It was really weird.

"I can't believe you cheated on me.. With your best friend! I think that's the funniest thing I've ever heard in my entire life!" Brooke breathed out a sigh of relief. He didn't know about Lucas, thank God for that.

"Yeah, we eh.. Kind of made out last night."

"Peyton said it was a dare. Theresa dared her to make out with you. Damn, I can't believe I was not there! I really wanted to see the look on Tim's face." He laughed and soon Brooke joined too. That was a close one.

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Brooke was laying on her bed, watching some crappy soap. Eating some even crappier Chinese food. Her mind was drifting away from the soap, to guilty feelings. Lucas was mean to her and didn't give a damn about her, while Nathan was absolutly a sweetheart. But Lucas was a good fuck, while Nathan.. Wasn't. He wasn't that bad, but he wasn't good either. He was just nothing compared to Lucas. And then there was the cocaine. Lucas could give her that, and Nathan couldn't. The more she thought about it, the more she thought she should break things off with Lucas. Or with Nathan. She couldn't believe she was actually confused.

A knock on her bedroom door scared the shit out of her.

"Knock knock!" The voice sounded a lot like her best friend, Peyton.

"Hey Peyt, what's the reason for your lovely visit?" Brooke asked cheery, while she was really not. Her mind drifting away from the quilty thoughts.

"It's not a lovely visit, I wanted to talk to you about something." She sounded very serious. Was Brooke in trouble or not?

"Oh, ok." She patted on her bed and Peyton walked over to the bed.

"I don't know if I'm wrong, but when I talked to Nathan I remembered something…"

"Yeah, you told Nate about us making out! I can't believe you actually told him that!" Brooke shouted, not being mad, but just to let her know she really really didn't appreciated it.

"Well, that was not the only thing I remembered."

"Oh." Brooke's face was all of a sudden very pale.

"I could be wrong, but.. Did you ehm.. Did we.. you know." Peyton's face was turning red. She waited for Brooke's reaction, but Brooke didn't understood what the hell she was talking about. After a few more seconds, Brooke's eyes went wide.

"No! Oh god no, we didn't have sex last night. If that's what you thought." She quickly replied, kind of embarrassed. Peyton let out a sigh of relief.

"That would be.. Weird." Brooke added with a face. Ok, making out with your best friend when you're drunk is already embarrassing, but having sex (and then probably a three some cause that was Lucas' biggest fantasy) with your best friend is outrageous. So not cool.

"Yeah." Peyton said not really paying any attention to Brooke, it looked like she was lost in her own thoughts.

"Hey Brooke?" She asked after a long, awkward pause.

"Hmm?"

"If we didn't fucked last night, then who did? Cause, I remember something vaguely about you having sex with…" There was a short pause. A yell and a hand-putting-over-your-mouth a few seconds later.

"Oh My God! You screwed Lucas!"

"Peyton.." Brooke started but was cut off by Peyton.

"Don't Peyton me! I'm sure you knew I was forgetting that little part and you didn't say anything! You fucked Lucas! How many times Brooke? How many times are you screwing Lucas behind Nathan's back?" She ranted screaming. Brooke was trying to calm her down but it didn't work. When Peyton Elisabeth Sawyer is mad, she's really mad. You don't want to be the one who pissed her off, cause then you were in trouble. Big trouble.

"Are you still screwing him? Why Brooke? Is Nathan not good enough for you? Is Lucas a better fuck?" She almost wanted to say 'yes', but that didn't seem like a good idea.

"Look Peyton, I.. I don't really have a reason why I fucked Lucas but.." Peyton rolled her eyes and started to walk to the door.

"I can't believe this. I'm going to go." She whispered as she stands by the door.

"No Peyton! Don't go cause I know the next visit is going to be at Nathan's and.. Don't tell Nate, please." She whispered the last part.

"You're too late. I'm sorry Brooke, but I have to do this."

"No, you don't! You really don't have to tell him, it will break his heart when he hears it!"

Peyton just shrugged her shoulders, playing a little innocent angel.

"Yes, I know." She said leaning against the door. Brooke remained quiet, not knowing what to say. This was not the Peyton she knew.

"I can't believe you're doing this to me. I hope you're aware of the consequences? This means Nathan and I are breaking up, the whole school knowing I screwed Lucas, I probably loose my popularity.. It's ruining everything!"

"I know." Peyton whispered evily, smiling from ear to ear.

"I can't believe this. I thought you were my best friend!"

"Oh really? Do you really think I liked you? What a joke! You're nothing but a sick, lying and cheating slut who acts like she's little miss perfect. You know why we were friends? Because we're just 'meant' to be friends. Because we are both popular. Well, you're not for long." Brooke's expression was the best she had ever seen in her entire life. This encouraged her to go on.

"So Brooke, how would you like a friendly competition? Oh wait, there's no competition for you anymore. Say goodbye to your boyfriend and your social life cause from now on, it's going to be hell."

End of the Oh-My-Fucking-God speech.

Brooke looked at Peyton speechless. There were no words. It felt like someone was stabbing a knife in her heart. Ok, that was a little dramatic, but it really hurt. When did Peyton became so.. Bitchy? Mean? Angry? She learned from the best, Brooke guessed.

"Speechless Brookie?" She smirked. Brooke didn't answered, open mouthed and still in shock, she saw her formally best friend leaving. Probably for good.

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Banging on the door, she stamped her foot. Screaming out of pure frustration, her knuckles white from holding her own hands tightly, she ran her fingers through her hair. Why didn't he opened up the front fucking door? What was taking him so long? What's he doing, shave his legs or something?

"Lucas! Open up the God damn door!" She screamed, knocking on the door for the what seemed like the thousand time.

Finally, after two more minutes, the door opened slowly. A Lucas who seemed kind of annoyed and tired at the same time, rolled her eyes when he saw her.

"What are you doing he.." But he couldn't finish his sentence. She silenced him with a passionate kiss. Lucas tried to close the door without breaking the kiss and it worked. Once the door shut, she pulled away quickly. Licking her lips, she tasted something strange.. Lipgloss, and it wasn't hers.

"Something wrong?" He asked glancing over to his bedroom door. She followed his gaze and looked then back at him. Was he hiding something? Or.. Someone?

Walking to the room quickly so Lucas was too late to stop her, she opened up the door.

To find a blonde, slutty girl sitting on his bed.. In her underwear.

"Ah, so this is the reason why you took so long to open up the door? You're fucking other girls!" She slammed the behind her, giving the girl one last glare.

"It's not like that Brooke."

"Don't even try to deny it." He rolled his eyes and Brooke stared at him wanting a real answer.

"Ok, so what if I'm fucking other girls. I can do whatever I want, and right know I want to fuck the girl behind that door. So why don't you leave and go screw your own boyfriend." He snapped.

"Oh, real nice Lucas. First Peyton, now you! What's wrong with all of you? Oh, and do you actually think I'm leaving without doing this?" She took one step and slapped him in the face. So hard he bit his tongue.

Turning around on one heel, she wanted to leave. To go anywhere but there. This was so messed up. She felt a hand on her arm but she tried to ignore it. She just wanted to go home and forget it all.

"Brooke!"

"What?"

"I'm sorry ok?" Brooke snorted. Damn right he was sorry.

"Yeah right."

"I really am sorry. Ehm.. Why don't you go sit over there or something and then I take care of Julia." Oh, so that was her name.

"Fine." She snapped. He nodded his heas slowly and she saw him enter his room. About ten seconds later, she heard 'Julia' screaming. Something that sounded like 'you're an asshole!' and 'go to hell'. Satisfied, Brooke turned on the tv and tried to listen to the conversation at the same time.

"Good luck with your ass of a boyfriend!" Julia screamed to Brooke and stromed out of the apartment, not taking the chance to close the front door.

"Oh, so I'm your girlfriend now?" Brooke ask and raised an eyebrow.

"I had to tell her something." He smirked sitting next to her on the couch.

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Brooke arched her back, her body growing restless. She ran her hand along his neck, pulling him closer then up to meet her mouth. She kissed him hard and fast. Their eyes met, dark and intense. If felt so great and they both wanted more, or they might lose it.

"You are so much better then that girl." He whispered into her ear.

She was not 'Julia' anymore, she was 'that girl'. Brooke shaked her head yes and grabbed him, kissing him like there was no tomorrow. His hands starting to un-button her top but all of a sudden someone walked into the bedroom. Looking up, she saw a shocked Nathan. She pushed Lucas of off her and covered herself with the sheets. Saying the first thing that came onto her mind:

"What are you doing here?"

"What the fuck are you doing here? You're screwing my half brother!"

"It's not what it looks like…" She tried.

"Oh cut the bull Brooke. You're nothing but a fucking slut!"

"Hey!" Lucas defended her, but it seemed to piss Nathan off more. Not a second later, she saw her formally best friend standing next to Nathan. Her face expression was shocked at first, but then an evil grin plastered her face.

"Come on Nathan, let's go home. There's nothing you can do about it anymore." She whispered, holding his hand and giving it a soft squeeze.

"Shut the fuck up Peyton! You did this! You did all of this!" Brooke yelled. Nathan seemed in shock, his expression cold. Then he felt on the ground, completely broken. Lucas started to laugh at the sight of seeing his half brother cry, but Brooke just walked towards him. Kneeling next to him, she placed a hand on his shoulder.

"I loved you. I still love you, with all my heart." He whispered over and over again.

"No Nathan, you don't love me. I don't think you could ever love me if you know all the things that I did to you. I don't love you, I don't love Lucas either." She paused for a second, cupping his face in her hands.

"I don't even love myself. Because, I have no clue who I really am. I'm just Brooke Davis, rich girl who gets bored quickly. I'm so sorry Nathan.. I really am." She whispered. Grabbing her things, she gave Nathan one last smile. Then looking at Lucas and Peyton, who both seemed a little bit shocked. Leaving them behind speechless, she let her first real tears fall.

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The tears couldn't stop flowing. She could taste her own tears, salty and very gross. Looking into her mirror, she gasped. She looked horrible. Eyes puffy red, mascara mixed with tears running down on her cheeks, her bottom lip trembling, her hair a mess. But she didn't care actually. There was only one thing on her mind. Loneliness. She lost her best friend, her boyfriend and sex buddy/drugsdealer in one day.

She didn't know where to go, but everything sounded better then Tree Hill. Driving to nowhere. She drove past the 'You're leaving Tree Hill sign'.

You're leaving Tree Hill, hope we'll see you soon!

"God, I hope not." She mumbled to nobody but herself.

THE END

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Oh My God, this story is completed! I almost can't believe it. Thank you so much for your lovely reviews. I love them all.
Please review again, cause I really want to know what you guys think of this last part. Good, bad? Let me know you're opinion.
Also thanks to my best friend Amber, for co-writing this story!

Love ya all,
Helen