"Hey watch it you little rat ass!" Brooke looked up and smirked. "Oh Lucas. Didn't see you there."
"Right. So, I was asking if you knew where Peyton was."
Brooke titled her head. "I'm actually not sure. But hey, I was wondering, you took me home last night." Lucas nodded as he opened his locker and looked for something. "And the thing is, I think something dropped out of my purse that you might ha..." Before Brooke had finished Lucas pulled out a black lacy bra and dangled it in front of her face.
"This?" Brooke snatched it off of him and laughed.
"Why thank you. And by the way, Peyton's in the hall." Lucas gave her a look and left.
Lucas walked into the large basketball court and helped Peyton with her bag.
"Hey, haven't seen you in a while."
Peyton smiled. "Hey Lucas; so I heard you were tutoring Brooke? Must be much fun right?"
Lucas laughed. "Actually, I promised Haley I would. And I'm not even sure if I'm gonna do it. In fact, I have to decide before school ends, whether I'm gonna turn up this afternoon or not."
Peyton smiled at him. "You know she's not that bad once you really get to know her." Lucas nodded and walked Peyton to her lesson.
He waited in the tutor room after school and sat with Nathan.
"Hey man, you might as well tutor me if Haley's late."
Lucas backed off. "No way am I tutoring you! I think that's more of a challenge than tutoring psycho Brooke."
Brooke walked in the room clearly unimpressed by his choice of words and slapped Lucas around the head. Nathan laughed.
"What was that for?"
Brooke smirked. "Psycho Brooke isn't as dumb as you think she is."
Lucas rubbed his head as she got out her English books and the Romeo and Juliet play. "Okay, so where do we begin?"
"How about you set me as your homework and do me on your desk?" Nathan, once again laughed at her smart remark as Lucas went a bit red.
"Whatever. Let's just get this over and done with."
Brooke pretended to frown. "Damn. I thought my idea was better."
As Haley and Nathan left the room, Brooke yawned as she lay her head on her desk in defeat.
"I'm done for. Can we finish this here. It's like 6.00. I'm supposed to be at the mall!" Lucas laughed and helped her get up.
"So, read this," Lucas said as he handed Brooke a Steinbeck book.
"Oh joy." As he handed it to her their hands touched and her eyes shot up staring at his. "Right. Sorry." But instead of putting the book in her bag, she dropped it and Lucas put his hand at the bridge of her neck where it led up to her cheek and leaned in. She closed her eyes and their lips were just inches apart as he...
"Hey Lucas." The lights switched on and both bodies jumped. "I was just looking for you. Hey Brooke. So are you coming home or what?"
And that was the thing. Lucas couldn't make up his mind. He had seemed to have this fatal connection with Peyton that lead him to this completely different world he could stay in for his life.
And Brooke was this cheery girl that he could be himself with, but she was different when she was herself. Outside, she looked like a really bitchy girl who didn't seem to care and only cared about one night stands; inside, she was a caring, kind person who wasn't so tough sometimes, where people had the power to bring her down at times.