Brooke and Peyton went through the doors into Duke's, quickly scanning the crowd. This was normal to them. Loud music, four huge kegs in every corner, the room hot as hell and packed with people. Some of them drunk, some of them sober, but everybody seemed to be having fun.
Brooke already knew she was going to bored out of her mind in about ten minutes, because she only loved a party with the right people at the right time and place. And these people were so not the right people. Damn Peyton for getting invited on a 'can't miss' party. This was anything but a can't miss. And by judging the look on Peyton's face, she was thinking the same thing.
"Is this it?" Brooke scoffed when she saw a ugly guy nodding at her.
"I-I think so." Peyton said a little bit unsure.
"I thought you said…"
"A can't miss? Yeah, I thought so too." She replied and once again scanned the crowd.
"This sucks!" Brooke made a face and pouted. She wanted to go to this party so bad! And now when she was there she hated it already. God, this really sucked!
She turned around to face Peyton and tell her she wanted to get out of here but was interrupted by a male voice.
"I don't know your name, but I'm pretty sure it's Angel, 'cause you sure look like one." He slurred drunkely. Peyton looked amused at Brooke who rolled her eyes in boredom. The guy didn't seem to notice and continued "buy you a drink?"
(.)"Look mister college boy, I'll give you one clue. Women send signals. That was a brush off. Before you dip into your shallow pool of wit let me paint us a picture and save us both the trouble. Here's your evening. You are going to slink back off to your buddies or find another girl to screw, laugh this thingy off, get more wasted, go home with a girl or make nice with yourself. But don't be thinking of me, because even your fantasy of me, isn't interested in you."(.)
The guy looked hurt but shrugged and walked away scoping his next victim. Peyton laughed and Brooke slapped her on the arm playfully.
"God, guys are so clueless." She mumbled.
"You are good girl. That was seriously one of your best blow off's." She laughed clearly amused by this.
"It's not funny Peyt! Anyway, are we going to stay here? Because if we are…"
All of a sudden there were two guys hopping in front of them with a wide smile on their faces.
"Is this interruption day or something? Who the fuck do you think you're dealing with? Jeez! Look boys, we don't want you. You.." She pointed with her index finger to the first guy. '…Are ugly and we don't want ugly guys with such horrible smiles and you…" She pointed to the other one "…Smell like cheap collogne and if there's one thing I hate the most, it's that. So bye bye, go flirt with someone else!"
She grabbed Peyton's arm and dragged her out of the room. Peyton was laughing so hard she could barely walk.
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"What?" Brooke asked annoyed as soon as they were outside.
"You're funny."
"I know." She grinned. "Anyway, since this party if off our schedule, where are we going now?"
"I don't know. We could always crash at Nathan's?" She asked sheepishly. She already knew the answer.
"Yeah cause that's what I want! You guys have hot, passionate animal sex while I'm watching live porn. Temping but, no thanks." She said leaving a trace of sarcasm in her voice.
Before Peyton could reply an evil smirk spread across her lips and she said "cause you know, I've been there, done that." She smirked.
Peyton's shocked face was priceless. "You watched us having sex!"
"Gotcha! God Peyt, I think you're losing your touch. Since when do you believe every word I'm saying?"
"You're evil."
"Yeah yeah. We both are. But seriously, what do you want to do?"
Peyton shrugged her shoulders and tried to give Brooke an innocent look before adding "Perhaps Nathan's?" She heard Brooke sigh. "Oh come on Brookie! You know you want to." She sing songed and putted an arm around Brooke's shoulder.
"Fine! He better have something to drink... Something strong." She added quickly and Peyton smiled pleased by her answer.
"Of course! You know what he keeps in his 'secret drawer'." Brooke laughed out loud just by thinking of it. Every time when Nathan wants to drink something strong he finds two empty bottles of pure vodka.
"I wonder where his 'secret drawer' is now." She grinned and looked at Peyton who was grinning also.
"I know where it is." Peyton sang and then started to run off.
"Peyt! You bitch, wait for me!" When Peyton wasn't slowing down Brooke cursed a 'God damnit' under her breath and called out "don't make me speed walk! These are 300 dollar shoes!"
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Brooke caught Nathan's eye for the third time that night. Peyton didn't seem to notice, she was intently watching the movie that they had started twenty minutes ago.
When they called Nathan he was a little pissed off cause he said he wanted to sleep. Peyton, being the annoying girlfriend, begged him to let them come over cause they were bored out of their minds. After Brooke screamed in the cellphone that he wasn't being a good boyfriend and that they were coming over if he liked it or not, he finally agreed. Now they were watching a stupid movie that only a Peyton person could love.
"I'm going to get myself something to drink." She stood up and walked towards the kitchen.
"Uhm, yeah me too." Nathan quickly followed Brooke who raised an eyebrow slightly. Peyton only mumbled in return, she was too deep into the movie to notice that something was going on.
As soon as they entered the kitchen Brooke grabbed him by his shirt and hissed "What do you think you're doing?"
"What?" He smiled innocently. Their faces were just inches away and she quickly let go of his shirt.
"You know what I mean Scott. You were checking me out earlier… While Peyton's still in the room!"
"Who said I was checking you out?"
"Trust me when I say that I can feel a guy staring. And don't deny that you were winking at me as soon as Peyton focused on that stupid movie. I know I'm hard to resist and all, but come on… You have a girlfriend Nate."
Nathan, who was not amused by this, rolled his eyes and poured himself a drink. Raising his eyebrows he mouthed 'want one' and when she nodded, he filled the two cups with something. Brooke had no idea what it was. Before Brooke could say more he started to talk.
"I know I have a girlfriend Brooke, and I know she's your best friend but like you said, you're pretty hard to resist." He smirked and gave her the cup, slightly touching her hand. She grabbed it and putted in on the kitchen counter, not taking one sip.
"What do you want Nathan?" She sighed, giving it up to be mad at him.
"You.. Only you." He replied his eyes at last meeting hers.
He took a few steps forward but she backed away. What the fk was he trying to do? She's always been the one in charge. Why did he have so much power over her?
Again, he took a step and she found herself leaning against the kitchen counter. She gasped when she could feel his breath against her skin.
"Nathan what are you…" But before she could finish her sentence his lips were crashing on to hers. The kiss was full of lust and passion, and Brooke found herself actually enjoying it. Realizing this, she pushed him away roughly and started yelling.
"What the fuckk do you think you're doing?" Brooke yelled out when she realized how this was going to destroy her friendship with Peyton. So what Peyton only liked Nathan for the sex? It was still her boyfriend. It was ok to screw other boyfriends, but not your bestest friend's boy toy. He was off the 'to do list'. Her face was twisted in anger and her body was tense with rage. What if Peyton caught them? It would ruin her.
Brooke waited but didn't get an answer.
She stormed out of the kitchen and found a sleeping Peyton on the couch. Thank God she wasn't awake, or they both would be in trouble. Deep trouble.
She slammed the front door closed and heard Nathan follow her.
"Brooke, wait." He called out to her.
Brooke ignored him. She was walking as fast as her high heels could take her. She didn't want to wait for him. He was a cocky, too confident and she hated him for it. But on the other side, he was so fucking hot. He was almost too hot not to sleep with. She just couldn't let him go. He wanted her, that was obvious.
She shook her head and thought about it for one more time. No. She couldn't. He was Peyton's and the kiss was a mistake.
"Brooke come on! Why are you walking away? I just want to talk to you."
She spun around and sneered "Oh really? You want to talk? Cause a few seconds ago it looked like you were kissing me."
He shook his head desperately "I-I didn't mean to. It just.. kind of happened." He looked her in the eyes, pouting a little to make her knees go weak. Unfortunately for him, it didn't happen. Cause she was not buying a word of what he was saying.
"Yeah right. Peyton is my best friend Nathan, I can't hurt her. So go away and then I won't tell Peyton about this little.. Incident."
"I don't care if you tell Peyton. She's not into me, and you know it. She won't care, I promise." Again with that puppy look. Brooke had to admit it was kind of cute.
"I know she won't care. She don't gives a fuckk about you, but I do give a fuck about her." Nathan looked kind of hurt for a few seconds but recovered quickly. Brooke had enough of him so she started to walk away but he jumped in front of her.
"I really do care about you Brooke."
She waited for a good minute before replying "yeah, still not buying it."
"Oh come on Brooke Penelope Davis! What am I supposed to do to convince you?"
For a few seconds she was taken back by his words. Did he really meant everything he was saying? And how did he know her middle name? Was he really that interested in her?
Nah.. He probably just wanted to get in her pants.
"Brooke? Are you with me?"
"Huh what?"
"You kind of spaced out."
"Whatever. I'm going home now without you following me. Got it?" Brooke hissed with irritation.
"It's not that hard to understand Brooke." He rolled his eyes at her. Yeah, she was hot and yeah, he wanted her so fucking bad but she could be very annoying sometimes. All the whining and bitching was getting a little old.
"Good, so that means no staring at my ass when I walk away!" She smirked and then turned on her heel. She could practically feel his eyes on her when she walked away, satisfied.
(.)Scene from One Tree Hill episode 'What Is And What Should Never Be'.
