Hey guys! Just so everyone knows this is a Brucas fic not a Laley (even though I'm a huga Laley fan). Tha whole Lucas liking Haley was just my way to bring some Laleyness into this story. lol. It'll never happen though. I hope you like the story, please R&R. Love / Malin
Chapter three:
"Hey Haley!" Peyton called as she entered Haley's house later that day. "Hales!" Still there was no answer so she walked into Haley's room and found Brooke and Haley sitting on Haley's bed talking.
"Thank god you're here Peyton!" Brooke said relived. "She's trying to have a girl talk with me; she's trying to corrupt me."
"I'm not corrupting you; I just want to know what your deal with Lucas is." Haley said defensive.
"Lucas?" Peyton looked confused. "Isn't that the geeky guy at the tutoring centre? What does he have to do with Brooke?"
"Nothing! He's just tutoring me but Haley thinks I'm lying." Brooke said in a fake hurt voice.
"I never said you were lying, I just think you're leaving an important part of your deal with him out. Like, you having cheer-sex with him?" Haley said.
"Okay, first: you've been watching bring it on way to many times, second: I'm not even a cheerleader, and third: ew! I'm not sleeping with him, that's just gross." Brooke sated with a disgusted face.
"What? I could totally see it, well actually no I can't. The rich bad girl with the poor shy boy? Not seeing that happen." Haley said after some thought.
"See? It's so not happening, like ever!" Brooke said. "Oh-gosh! How did you do that?"
"Do what?" Haley was confused.
"You just corrupted me into having a girl talk with you two."
"What? It's not that big of a deal anyway, right?"
"Yes it is, I've never and I mean never had a girl talk in my whole life. My best friend's a boy for god's sake."
"Oh-my-god! You never had a girl talk? Thank god, I was here to help. Who's your best friend anyway?"
"Um, I, um… I got to go!" Brooke ran out of the house and kept running until she was standing outside her best friend's house.
He opened the door and a smile formed on his face.
"Shit! Lucas, I almost blew our cover and almost told Haley about us, damn it!" Brooke said as she walked past him into the house.
"Hi Brooke, do you want to come in?" Lucas teased.
"Whatever, did you not hear a word I just said?"
"No, I tend to block everything you say out when you ramble." She hit him on top of his head.
"I said; I almost told Haley and Peyton about us being friends!"
"You what? Brooke!"
"I'm sorry okay? They corrupted me into having a girl talk with them and the fact that my best friend is a boy just slipped out. Then they asked about it and I kind of bailed."
"Yeah, because that won't make them suspicious at all." Lucas teased.
"Shut up! And before that they asked me all these questions about you, it was really weird."
"About me? What did they ask?" Lucas asked as he sat down on a chair in the kitchen.
"I'm not telling you, I don't want to spoil you appetite. I know I won't be able to eat for a week." She said and crinkled her nose.
"What? B tell me, I want to know."
"No you don't, not really."
"Yes I do."
"No."
"I'll tickle you if you don't tell me." He threatened.
"Oh no you won't." He rose from his seat and started to walk toward her. "Lucas, don't… Fine I'll tell you, but don't blame me if you can't eat later."
"I won't, just tell me."
"They asked about why I'm hanging out with you so much at the tutoring centre and about why I was at your house this morning, Haley saw me leave…" He cut her off.
"Okay, so why won't I be able to eat?"
"Because they think we're having sex!" Brooke blurted out and lifted a hand to her mouth. "Shit! I didn't mean to just say it like that." She cursed herself as she sat down.
"They what!" Lucas shouted in shock.
"Um, they think we're having sex." Brooke said again.
"Why?"
"I don't know! Why don't you ask them?" She yelled upset.
He rose from his chair and bent down in front of her so that they were in the same height. "I'm sorry B; I didn't mean to blow up in your face like that. You just shocked me that's all. I'm sorry, okay?"
"Yeah, I know. You should be because now they're going to ask all these questions about us and it's all your fault."
"How is it my fault?"
"If you weren't 'tutoring' me I wouldn't have been at your house this morning and Haley would never have seen me leave."
"But I weren't tutoring you this morning, or any other time for that matter."
"I know that, but she doesn't! You're the only one who knows that my grades aren't that bad." She said.
"Yeah but why are you lying about being smart anyway?"
"Because the rich bad girl is not supposed to be smart. She's supposed to get into college because of her money, not her brain."
"You and your image." He sighted.
"What is that supposed to mean?" She asked a bit angry.
"That you'd do anything for your bad girl image, I just don't get it."
"I wouldn't do anything for it!"
"You sleep with everyone, you trash cars, you hide your good grades, and you keep our friendship a secret, you…" She cut him off.
"We agreed to keep it a secret to keep it away from all the drama. That was so not only my decision." She was beyond pissed at him by now.
"I know that but you know what? I hate it! I hate that we can't hang out in public, I hate that we can't talk to each other in school, I hate it!"
"Well, so do I! But what's done is done Lucas! We can't take that decision back no matter how much we regret it." She got up and left his house, not wanting the argument to go any further. She didn't want to say anything she would regret.