"HEY LUCAS!"
Lucas groaned for what had to be the hundredth time that morning. Not only was he still aggravated from his last conversation with Brooke, but he was sure that he had just flunked his test last period. '"I do, Lucas… which is why you should know I would never do something like that." The way her expressive eyes had darkened and her soft voice had quivered kept playing over and over again in his head. She made a point in ignoring him all period and refused to return the stolen glances he gave her. She acted as though she didn't even know him and he couldn't help but let that get to him. He knew he had taken it too far. After she had walked off he had had some time to think over everything and he came to a revelation. He was—no, he IS—a world class jackass. 'No shit Sherlock' he thought bitterly as he slowed to a stop. One thing was for sure though; he definitely did NOT need another encounter with her twin male counter part. Right now it was lunch time and he just wanted to relax and get caught up with some reading but that didn't seem to be happening any time soon. Sighing heavily, he made to turn when he was violently flung over to face Nathan.
"Hey man, watch it!"
"No you watch it. What the hell did you say to Brooke!"
"Not this again. Look, I don't have time for this crap. She came to me and I just told her how it is."
"I'll show you how it is!" and without a second thought, he charged at him, pushing him up to the wall. "Look, I really don't know what you're problem is. And frankly, I really don't give a damn. But don't drag Brooke into it!" He seethed. He was beyond pissed right now. He had found a teary Brooke right after 2nd period at her locker. Imagine his surprise when she told him she was packing up?
"Hey B!" an energetic Nathan yelled as he walked towards his friend. He ignored all the glances people in the hall cast him and embraced her from behind. A confused frown formed on his face when he was met with her puffy, green eyes. "Brooke? What's wrong?"
"I think I should move out." She blurted after a minute of silence. Nathan stared at her with a blank expression, watching for any sign that she might be joking. He didn't find any.
"Brooke. What are you talking about? You just moved in. Not to mention you have no place to go, no money to buy a place no—"
"I got the memo, Nathan, thanks." She retorted. "But listen, with everything that's going on and—I just think we might have rushed into things."
"B. Look who you're talking to here. I got married at 17." She chuckled. He had a point. "And you're acting like we're dating or something. Look, if this is about this morning then—"
"No. No, it's not that. It's just…." She trailed off and Nathan watched her gaze drift to a group of girls who were peering at them and whispering to each other.
He looked back at her and frowned. "That's what's been bugging you? Brooke, since when did you give a damn what people thought of you? We've been fighting off stupid rumors like this since 4th grade." He was shocked that she would let this get to her. She usually didn't give a damn or at least kept up a strong façade just to spite them.
"Yeah. But this is different…"
"How? They still don't know what they're talking about. It's still just a rumor some loser with no life started to get some attention. It'll die out in a few days. A week tops."
"I don't think this one will, Nate." She looked up and met his gaze. She knew she was confusing him. Hell, she was confused herself. She would have never acted like this in public before. But some of what Lucas had said got her thinking, and he was right. Everything did happen to fast and it would look suspicious to the people around them. "Look, those rumors before—no body really believed them. Or at least those who we thought really knew us didn't. But this one—this one's different." He watched her expressive eyes and thought about what she said.
"People who knew…Is this about Lucas?" she didn't answer but he knew he was right when she insisted on avoiding his gaze. "Brooke, what did he say to you?" he demanded. He had taken a lot of crap these past few days from Lucas. And that in its self pissed him off. But over the past week he found himself growing increasingly protective over Brooke. To see her so unsure about something because of his dear ol' brother got his blood to boil.
"Nothing! Look, Nathan it's not just Lucas ok? What about when Haley comes back, huh? When she walks in on us joking around with paint cans in you're living room like this morning?" the thought of the paint fight that morning made Nathan chuckle lightly, bringing Brooke into a fit of giggles despite herself. "I'm serious!" she hit him playfully.
"Ok. Ok. Sorry." He took a deep breath and tried to control his laughter. "Continue."
"Look. Forget about Haley. What about Felix? He's coming back in only a month. What' s he gonna say when he hears about these rumors? God knows he's not the most understanding of you species we all delusion ourselves into thinking are God's gift to women." She bit out and Nathan laughed heartily.
"Well, it's good to know where we stand, in your eyes."
"Oh. Please, like that's news!" he laughed and shook his head. He didn't really care what she said at that point. He was just glad that she had her 'spunk' and confidence back. "But seriously." She continued. "This rumor won't just hurt us. It'll hurt a lot of people."
Nathan sighed and placed two comforting hand on her shoulders while looking her in the eye. "Hey, look, this rumor isn't going to hurt anybody unless we let it. Nothing is going on between us. We know that. And in time, the others will too. They're gonna get a little suspicious if they don't see us—the two horniest students in the school…." He paused and thought a moment. "Well, besides Tim, making out in the middle of the hall—and no…" He started when she was about to interrupt him. "…they won't think it's all an act because we don't seem to be hiding anything right now. Besides, Haley will understand. Like you said, she'll owe me when she gets back." Brooke started to say something but scowled in disgust at the smug and far away look in his eyes.
"Ok, Nathan! Don't have your sick fantasies with Tutor Wife around me, alright?" He rolled his eyes and she shook her head to clear the mental picture that came up. "Anyways, that's great for you and Tutor Girl and all, but what about me and Felix?"
"Felix and—"
"DON'T correct me on that, it's seriously creepy." She stopped him before he could finish his sentence landing her another eye roll.
"Look. We'll deal with Felix when he gets here. Right now though, let's just concentrate on getting your own apartment so you could get the hell outta my house."
"Ha Ha. If I didn't know any better I would say you actually enjoy my staying over at your place."
"Oh would you?" he teased.
"Uh-huh."
"You would say that."
"Yep. And I wouldn't have a single doubt in my mind." She smiled at him and gave him a small peck on the cheek.
He raised his eyebrows. "You know, Miss Davis. If you're not careful, people might actually start to think we're together." She rolled her eyes and he chuckled. "Alright, I'll meet you in the cafe in a bit." He turned to leave.
"Where are you going?"
"To set some things straight."
"What the hell did you say to her?" he demanded again.
Lucas looked around at the prying eyes and sighed. "Alright, look. I'm not trying to fight you here. Let's just talk about this outside." Nathan looked around them and nodded, letting him go and they headed towards the exit.
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Brooke charged down the hall looking more pissed than ever. She was fumbling through her purse, looking for her cell-phone when she bumped into someone.
"Hey watch it, whore!" Brooke stopped everything she was doing and stared at the floor, wide-eyed. No one had ever dared to call her that—at least to her face—before. She snapped her head up to find herself glaring at none other than Bevin.
"What did you say to me?"
"In simple words, I don't ever want lying selfish tramps touching me let alone bumping into me!"
"Well, you won't have to worry about that unless you plan on bumping into a mirror anytime soon." She said in mock-sweetness before she put her hands on her hips and went back to glaring at her. "What the hell crawled up your ass?"
With a pissed off look on her slowly reddening face, Bevin straightened her posture and glared right back. "What's pissing me off is the fact that you walked up in here all righteous and dignified and told me off for hooking up with Nathan when you've been sleazing your way into his bed all this time!"
Brooke raised her eyebrows at her before laughing mockingly. "Righteous? Dignified? Have you been practicing this little speech in the back of your closet, Bevie?"
Bevin plastered a fake smirk on her face and shook her head. "And you can't even deny it. How pathetic." Brooke, who was already frustrated was slowly losing her patience and was about to explode.
"Listen. I don't know who the hell put it into that dense, fake blonde head of yours that you could come and talk to me like that but if you're planning on trying, at least get your facts straight. Nathan and I are just friends; a concept that you wouldn't be familiar with considering your known reputation of being a low down whore!"
"Takes one to know one." Brooke narrowed her eyes at the smirk that was forming on the blonde's lips.
"That may be true but at least I don't walk around acting all innocent and misunderstood. Now I suggest you go and find another corner to work before I find one for you!" She stared straight at her, keeping her face and posture calm and confidant. Bevin glared at her before walking away, posse in toe. Brooke heaved an irritated sigh, and continued to her destination.
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Once they were outside, Nathan immediately turned to glower at his brother. Lucas sighed, and began looking at his surroundings. Just his luck. He had hoped that there would be a cool breeze outside to help keep them calm. But instead the sun's rays were beating down on them hard, making it easier for them to lose their temper.
"Lucas. What did you say to her?"
"Nothing different from what I told you, alright?"
"Really?" he asked bitterly. "Then would you care to tell me why she was crying when I found her?"
"She was crying?" Lucas's heart sank as he stopped and stared at him with concerning eyes. He already felt like shit about the way he talked to her, knowing that he had made her cry just intensified his regret. Nathan flinched slightly when he heard the remorse and concern in the tone of his brother's voice. He was pissed at him yes, but he couldn't help but sympathize with him. He was his brother after all and he understood what it was like to be blinded with jealousy. But the look on Brooke's face when he found her reminded him that Lucas wasn't the victim here.
"Don't flatter yourself. Her eyes were just a little puffy." He stated bitterly, not wanting Lucas to have the satisfaction of knowing that she would care. "Besides, you still haven't answered my question." Lucas, who had dozed off into deep thought, was startled by Nathan's tone. He shook his head slightly to clear his thoughts and regain his composure.
"I just—I said some things. I'm not proud of them and I didn't mean any of it. I was just angry I guess." Nathan scoffed.
"That's gotta be your lamest excuse. I've heard you get more worked up over which of us gets the first jump shot!"
Lucas sighed. He really wasn't in the mood for this. "Listen, Nathan. I already feel like shit here ok? Trust me. You can't make me feel any worse than I do now."
"Really? Cuz I can think of about 20 different ways I could make you feel worse." Lucas rolled his eyes but was silently unnerved by the seriousness of his tone. Not that he was afraid—he could totally take him, of course—but the way he was so protective over Brooke made something under his skin sizzle. 'Was there something forming there?' He pushed the thought aside, deciding now wasn't the time for petty jealousy.
"Can we just be serious here? Look I was just confused, alright? I mean what else am I supposed to think? It's not only me even! Everyone else sees it!"
"That's just it, Luke. You're not everybody else. You're the closest guy that has ever gotten to her, you know that? Even I haven't reached that stage of trust with her yet. You know her better than this, Luke." His voice lowered as he went on. He watched his brother's sullen expression and sighed. After a few minutes in silence, Lucas spoke up again.
"Why was she there?" Nathan looked up at him and met his gaze. "Brooke. She said something about being really upset…"
"Uhh..yeah. Maybe she should be the one to tell you that." Nathan said cautiously. The last thing he wanted was for Brooke to feel like he betrayed her trust. He knew she didn't like anyone knowing about her family and he wasn't sure how much she let Lucas in on. Lucas laughed bitterly.
"Yeah, well I don't think she's willing to talk to me right now." He looked at his brother with slightly pleading eyes. "Common Nathan, I just need to know."
His brother sighed. "Well, it's not like it'll be news." Lucas gave him a puzzled look and he continued. "Alright…she had a fight with her parents last night…" Lucas' eyes widened. He knew how much Brooke's parents got to her. While they were dating, he was appalled by how horrible they treated her and he found himself swearing he wouldn't let them do it if he could help it. It pissed him off then, and nothing's changed now.
"Was she ok?" he asked hastily. "Did she tell you about it?"
Nathan peered at his brother for a second before shaking his head sadly. "No. It was worse than usual, apparently. She came over crying and saying she didn't want to go home, so I let her in, and she fell asleep." Lucas looked away, eyes wide as he thought about everything that had happened. Totally fazed, he fell backwards and sat on a bench, staring out into thin air. Nathan sighed, feeling sorry for his brother.
"I am such an ass." He said quietly, still staring off into the distance. Nathan chuckled.
"More or less."
"I'm….I'm like Dan!" he said in a panicked voice.
"Dude….that's a little harsh." He said truthfully. Nathan watched his brother's lost expression and sighed. "Alright, look. I'm not saying that what you did was ok. Or that you're not one step closer to annoying the hell outta me before I pound your ass. But there is no way you're like Dan….well, in this case anyways." He said the last part more to himself than to Lucas but he realized his mistake when he saw Lucas glower at him. "What I mean is---I don't know what I mean." He paused. "Look, Brooke's in the cafe right now. She didn't look too pissed last I saw her, so this might be a good time to talk to her."
Lucas chuckled. "Like she'd talk to me."
"Yeah…you're right. Actually I'd bet she's more likely to kick your ass." He said this as if he was talking about the weather. Lucas gave him an incredulous look.
"Dude! If this is your idea of encouraging me, I can tell you right now it's not working!"
Nathan rolled his eyes. "Look, I don't really care if you see her or not. But I promised I'd meet her in the cafe and I'm already late. You do what you want." With that, Nathan got up and walked towards the cafe, leaving a shocked Lucas to wallow in his thoughts. He looked up and watched his brother's retreating form. Making up his mind, he took a deep breath and followed.
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"Hey Brooke!" Brooke whipped around and glared at Nathan as he approached the lunch table. Nathan gulped when he noted the fire radiating from her eyes. "Uhh…listen, sorry I'm late. I got held up."
"That doesn't matter, Nathan." She spat. "But if I hear one more—" she was cut off by a cocky remark from a passing boy.
"Hey! Nathan! Brooke Davis? Nice catch, dude!" He said, oblivious to the steaming Brooke behind him.
"THAT'S IT!" she screamed before she banged her fists on the table.
"Brooke! What're you doing!" Nathan asked, taken aback by the strength of her sudden outburst. Just then, Lucas walked in and stood beside Nathan.
"Uhhh…What's she doing?" he asked as he watched the fuming girl. Nathan shook his head in bewilderment.
Brooke climbed onto one of the cafeteria tables. "Excuse me." She tried to get the attention of the students. "Hellloooo!" she said louder this time but only got some weird glances from some people. "HEY!" she yelled, banging the table hard with her 6 inch heels. This got the attention of everyone and the room immediately became silent not wanting to agitate her further. Once she was sure she had everybody's attention, she smiled mockingly and said "Hi. I'm sure you've all heard about my moving in with Nathan Scott. And if you haven't, then I strongly suggest you crawl out from underneath that rock you've been living under cuz I don't think it could be too sanitary." She made a disgusted face and scowled earning small chuckles from those around her. "Anyways, here's the deal. We, as in me and Nathan, are by no means what so ever involved in any kind of romantic intercourse. Sexual, or otherwise." She glared at Bevin. "Now if I hear anyone repeat differently, I will have it so that EVERY single detail about EVERY single relationship of EVERY single one of you is ripped through and exposed till about the time you all reach your thirties…cuz by then I'd probably get bored and move on to something else to entertain me." She flashed her tight smile at everyone. "And to anyone who has a problem with that, speak now so I don't have to waste my time kicking your ass later." She looked at everyone in the cafe, some were wearing shocked faces, some were smirking and shaking their heads at her bluntness, while others just looked away either embarrassed or just scared. After waiting a moment she smiled her giddy smile and went back to her usual energetic self. "Well then! Good. Glad we cleared that up! Sorry to have disturbed your lunch." And with that she hopped down off the table and made her way over to the Scott boys. Lucas just chuckled as he watched her satisfied face and Nathan shook his head.
"What?"
"You're really something. You know that?"
"Of course I do Boy Toy. I'm surprised it took you so long to figure that out." She smirked at him.
"Modest too." Lucas teased but instead received a glare from her before she marched off. The brothers exchanged worried glances before Nathan gave Lucas an encouraging nod in her direction. Sighing, he turned around and went looking for her.
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He found her sitting outside on a bench, shuffling through her purse. She looked up when she heard someone moving towards her and glared daggers at him.
'Hey." He offered awkwardly and was disappointed when he didn't receive a response. "Can we talk?" he asked hopefully.
"That depends." Her voice was scratchy; a definite sign that she was upset. "Do you wanna talk to a cheating home wrecker?" she asked bitterly.
"I never said that."
"Yeah, well, you might as well have." Lucas felt his heart sink for what had to be the 20h time that day. Brushing a frustrated hand through his hair, he took in a deep breath and savored the feeling of the cool breeze brushing across his face. Lucas looked down at Brooke and for a second, his breath caught in his throat. She looked so beautiful with the light wind brushing against her faintly rosy cheeks, her hair blowing around her face occasionally rubbing off on her soft, flawless skin. She had a far away look in her eyes that showed a hidden sadness covered up by an exhilarating sense of passion. Lucas released the breath he didn't even know he'd been holding. It was times like these that he realized just how much he missed her and how much he had screwed up. After watching her look off into the distance a bit more, he decided to tear the silence.
"I'm sorry." He spit out. Brooke looked up at him as if just realizing he was there. She gave him a confused look and he continued. "I don't know what else to say. I just—over reacted, and I'm sorry." Brooke chuckled bitterly and Lucas' face fell. He knew it was a lame apology but that's really all he had.
"Sorry? Is that supposed to make me feel better, Luke? This isn't the first time you made me feel like some pathetic slut!"
"I know that! I mean, I'm sorry—listen, I didn't know what else to think. With Haley gone and the way Nathan's been acting…." He trailed off and sighed. "I guess…I was a little jealous…." This last statement seemed to perk Brooke's curiosity and she finally turned to him.
"Jealous? Of what?" Lucas gazed into her shocked and questioning eyes. Behind the confusion he could see a spark of anxiety slowly ignite as he stared on. He wondered if he should tell her how he truly felt. Nathan's words echoed through his mind. "Luke, do you really think after all you put her through before she's gonna take you back?"
"It's just that…we only just recently got over our past and became friends. And that's important to me, Brooke. But for the past week I've felt that we've somehow lost it. Like you've moved on to Nathan or something and we're back to how we were in the beginning. And that scared me." She didn't say anything. She just continued to stare at him with a blank expression, which made him feel all the more awkward. "I know it's stupid. And I know that it doesn't change what I said. But that's my answer, I guess." He knew it was lame, but it was the truth—partially, anyways. He looked down at her returning gaze and waited for her to say something—anything. Sighing, Brooke turned her gaze away and began to examine the ground in front of her.
"You men are idiots." She said casually which caused Lucas to laugh. He looked at her with anticipating eyes as they were driven into a short silence once again.
"So…we good?"
Brooke sighed. "Yeah, I guess. I mean, it's totally understandable that you wouldn't want to share me."
Lucas laughed heartily. "No I wouldn't."
"You want to keep me all to yourself."
"That I do."
"Selfish Jerk." Lucas, who started to laugh thinking they were joking around, abruptly frowned and looked down at her serious face.
"Wha—" As if he wasn't confused enough, Brooke suddenly dropped her serious face and erupted into a fit of giggles.
"You shoulda seen your face!" she laughed energetically much to Lucas's confusion. When she finally calmed down, she looked up at him and smiled. "Yeah…we're good."
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Thick steam filled the white tiled room, the sound of water shooting from showerheads thundering in the background. A wet and refreshed Nathan walked from behind the shower wall, a long white towel wrapped tightly around his waist. Water dripped down his hard, bulking upper body outlining the curves of the flexing muscles as he raised an arm and whipped his drenched hair off his forehead.
"Yo, yoz, NathON!" the addressed grinned and shook his head at his best friend.
"Just say hi, Tim."
"Aww common man! I need to up my step to match the guy who scored one, sexy Brooke Davis."
"Tim! Did you not hear Brooke's speech at lunch!"
Tim looked innocently at his idol and shrugged. "She's not hear." He said, anxiously.
"Ok. First of all…What the hell does 'up my step' mean? And Second, There's nothing goin' on between me and Brooke!"
A knowing glint flashed through Tim's eyes and he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "It sure looked like there was when she came to your apartment last night."
"What're you talking about?"
"It was Thursday night, Nate; your weekly Tim Time. I got to your apartment and saw Brooke run up your steps. She looked like she was in a hurry and when I saw you take her in your arms I decided to leave and let you get. it. on. Know what I'm saying?"
"It was you!" Nathan lunged at him but stopped at the surprised look that crossed his friend's face. Tim backed away by the sudden advance and bumped into a classmate.
"Yo, man, watch it!"
"Shut up, Justine!" Nathan shot before turning back to Tim. "You're the one who spread those rumors!"
"Nate…what rumors? It was pretty clear what was going down when you brought her in with a luggage bag."
"Tim! Wh—She just came to talk! Sometimes girls and guys can just hang you know."
"Dude…" the guy named Justine spoke up. "It's Brooke Davis."
You could hardly even see it. In a matter of seconds Nathan had pinned Justine against one of the lockers.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"Dude, Wh—Gittoff me!" Justine struggled to detach Nathan's fists from his shirt collar. "What's wrong with you!" With this question Nathan banged his victim's back once against the locker.
"Nothing's wrong. I just want to know what you meant by that last comment of yours."
"Uhhhh…Nate…Whitey could com—"
"Shut it Tim. You're already high on my 'pissed list' as it is." He seethed and Tim looked away, scared. "Well!"
Justine, irritated and embarrassed, glared at Nathan. "Simply put? You're girl's a hoe—"
Nathan didn't let him finish. In that split second, his knees collided with Justine's abdomen, a cry of pain escaping the latter's lips. This gave way to a series of beatings, the entire guys' gym class joining in.
A loud screech filled the room, echoing against the hard tiled walls and stopping the fight. In the doorway, wide eyed and fuming stood a furious Whitey glaring down at the state of his gym class.
"EVERYONE OF YOU! DETENTION AFTER SCHOOL! TODAY!"
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Peyton stood at her closet door, painting furiously while a lone tear streamed down her face.
"Lemme guess," She jumped at the sudden yet familiar voice that came from behind her. "You accidentally broke a mirror and are now reflection on the 7 years of bad luck you'll be cursed with."
"Oh…Hey Brooke." She said in an apathetic voice. Her best friend gave her a small smile before glancing at the painting in front of her. It was of a cracked mirror, in the middle of a dark abyss, Peyton's teary reflection looking out on the room.
"Lucas told me about Jake." She said quietly, sighing at the look of devastation that crossed Peyton's face. "I'm so sorry Peyt—"
"I tried calling you." she started abruptly. "But your parents answered and quickly hung up on me."
Brooke cursed her parents under her breath before moving closer and embracing her friend. "I'm sorry I wasn't there." She said in a nasal voice. "My parents just had another fight and I—had to go somewhere."
"It's ok….it's just that—" she took a deep breath to regain her composure. "I really loved them."
She couldn't hold it in. Without warning, she collapsed in her best friends arms and began to cry hysterically.
Brooke, now frantic, pulled her friend up and led her to the bed.
"Shh….P. Sawyer. It's okay. We'll get them back…somehow." She tried to reassure her friend but to no avail. Peyton, in an attempt to control herself moved out of Brooke's embrace and hastily wiped her eyes.
"I'm sorry…" Brooke shook her head telling her there was nothing to be sorry about. "Anyways, enough of this. What about you? Parent's pissing you off again?"
"Yeah. But thankfully, I'm used to it." she gave Peyton her best smile but being her best friend, she saw right through it. Brooke sighed at the knowing look she gave her. "Ok….so it bugged me a little. But we're not here to talk about the Grinch and his hoe. We are here to make you forget about any troubles and come back to the bitchy yet slightly broody punkish freak we all know and love."
"Well gee….thanks, I think."
"Anytime." She stuck her tongue out at the blonde. "Now. Get dressed, missy cuz we are going out!" Brooke slapped Peyton's thigh before jumping off the bed and started for the closet.
"Brooke?" the addressed turned around with a questioning look.
"I don't feel like going out today. Could we just…talk?" Brooke's eyes softened and she sent a small smile towards her friend.
"Of course." She said softly before crawling back on the bed. The two girls lay beside each other, lost in their own thoughts.
"So…" Peyton started. "How was school?"
Heh. Heh….hi. Umm…right so I'm not even going to attempt to excuse myself by how long this has gone by but all I can say is school's a bitch. so yes….please no hate me. :P Not my best work, but I wanted to get back into this story. I'm working on my first one also and I kinda like it better cuz it's a brucas and I LOVE brucas. And I'm working on 3 other stories. 1 is Nookie, 1 Brucas and the last one is either. So I'm not sitting on my ass here doing nothing. Anyways, hope you liked this chapter. I didn't. But I hope you do:D luvies!
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