Chapter 4. The Wager
"Do you think he likes me?"
Brooke was lying on Peyton's bed as she asked her best friend the question. She just couldn't stop thinking about that guy Lucas. He was so fucking gorgeous! No way she was letting him go without sleeping with him. His muscles bulging in the right places. Oh, what she could do with him. She was going to be his best fuck ever.
Peyton turned around from her computer to face Brooke. "Who?"
"Lucas." Brooke sighed deeply and closed her eyes. It was so much fun picturing him naked. Peyton stood up from her chair and walked over to the bed. Brooke opened her eyes to a hard slap on her right cheek.
"What the HELL Peyton!" She screamed as she clutched her cheek with her hand.
"You have to wake up! You've been daydreaming and picturing Lucas naked for the last two hours and that isn't going to help you if you want to sleep with him. He doesn't like you now, he just met you. I'm sure he knows who you are, but that's only because you're the most popular girl in school…"
She jumped next to Brooke on the bed and propped herself on one elbow to face Brooke who was still rubbing her cheek.
"…And I don't know if he's going to like you. He seems… Different." Her voice trailed of as Brooke watched her with annoyance.
"So what he's different? He's still fucking hot! Oh, I just can't wait till he sleeps with me!" Brooke was reliving her fantasy about Lucas as Peyton rolled her eyes at her. God, she could be so stupid sometimes.
"I don't think he's interested in you."
Brooke pouted and crossed her arms. "Why? Am I not pretty enough? Wait… Are you saying I'm fat!" Brooke's eyes went wide just by the thought of it.
Peyton laughed. "Of course not. You are pretty and definitely not fat. He's just, he's just different. You said it yourself, he's not like the other boys. He's damn cute but he's still friends with that tutor." Peyton cringed by the thought of her. God, she wanted to ruin that girl so bad.
"Why do you want to ruin her anyway? I mean, she's innocent. She's not going to do anything with Nathan." Brooke said as she examined her nails.
"Why are you defending her?" Peyton sneered, getting off the bed.
Brooke rolled her eyes at her friend. Peyton had a thing for exaggerating. The more the better. When they were ten years old, Peyton's canary died and she insisted on having a real funeral. Brooke, being her best friend, had to prepare a speech. Instead of telling everyone how annoying that stupid bird was and that she was glad that thing was dead, she told everyone how lovely that canary was. Yep, Peyton was a real drama queen.
Like she was one to speak.
She could cry for days because of a bad hair day if she wanted.
"I'm not defending her. I just don't think she's worth the trouble."
Peyton smirked. "She's not. Hello, have you seen her! She's nothing but a nerd who's afraid to stand up for herself. She's just too easy, it won't be any trouble." She smiled evilly. She didn't know exactly why she wanted to bring that girl down, it was just a feeling.
Brooke shrugged and grabbed a magazine from under Peyton's bed. She started to flip trough the pages when all of a sudden something hit her. "Oh My God, I know what you want to do with that girl!" She threw the magazine next to her on the bed as she got up.
"What?" Peyton asked innocently. Brooke knew her too good. Damn it.
"You want to turn her into a slut!"
Peyton turned on her heel to face Brooke who was watching her in amusement. "What? No, no… That was not the exact plan." She grinned devilishly.
Brooke's lips curved in a smile. "You are one bad girl. What do you have in mind?"
"Only if you promise to help me."
"I want to know that little plan of yours first, if you don't mind."
Peyton let out an annoyed sigh. "Fine. You were right, I want to turn that girl into the biggest slut in school…" She frowned before adding, "Let me rephrase that, the third biggest slut in school."
Brooke grinned along with Peyton. "Why?"
"Because?"
Brooke chuckled. "I'm sorry babe, but you have to give me more information."
Peyton's face went dark and that was not a good thing. Brooke didn't understand why Peyton was so focused on destroying that girl. What the hell did she do to piss her off that bad? Brooke looked away to avoid Peyton's eye. She didn't want to let Peyton think she was a pussy. What the hell was she afraid of?
When she looked up to her friend, her eyes locked immediately with Peyton's.
"There is not really that much information. I just think that she plays the good, innocent, smart girl even though deep inside of her something is on the verge of exploding. I bet she doesn't want to be the way she is now. She wants to be one of us, and all I want to do is help her."
Brooke watched her friend closely, searching for some hidden smile. Was Peyton really serious about this? God, that was hilarious!
When her friend didn't flinch or anything, Brooke bursted out laughing. "You-You want to help her? That's it? Peyt, that's the biggest load of crap I have ever heard in my entire life! You hate that girl, for some reason, and you said you wanted to destroy her about two seconds ago!" Brooke laughed as Peyton's eyes flashed dangerously. She was not amused by this.
"What? It's true!" She replied irritated.
"Oh cut the crap P. Sawyer. Come on, tell me the truth. You know you want to." She was still laughing and Peyton slapped her on the arm playfully.
"It's not funny! I'm dead serious. Anyway, do I have your support?"
Brooke was seriously thinking about that. On the first hand it would be so cool to turn that girl into a slut, but on the other hand she thought that girl was a waste of time. She wanted to spent that time by getting to know that Lucas guy. Even talking to Nathan sounded more interesting than turning that girl into a slut.
"What's the reason you want to change that girl in one of us again? I mean, she's not ugly or something, she's just… I guess she's different from all those other girls who are worshipping us? Cause she's not. I guess she's just like her friend Lucas. Only the female version."
"That's why it's such a challenge to change her. And when it succeeds, which it will, everybody will hate her and then our mission is complete. "
"That's harsh. And I don't think it will work, that's all." She said as she grabbed the water bottle that had been laying on the table next to Peyton's bed.
Peyton rolled her eyes. "Want to make a wager on that?" Her voice was so evil, it scared Brooke a little.
"And then what, we would be Cruel Intentions II? Thanks, but no thanks."
"Come on Brooke! If you win, and that means that the turning-tutor-into-miss slut-mission fails, you get…"
"Your car!" When Peyton looked at her shocked Brooke added quickly, "like in that movie."
"No way. Anyway, what I was saying… You get Nathan."
Brooke who was drinking some of her water, choked and almost spitted it out. Still coughing, she asked her friend why the hell she needed Nathan.
"I've seen the way you look at him, Brooke, when we're practicing cheerleading. You watch him when he's shirtless at practice all hot, sweaty and… bulging in all the right places. I know how your brain works Brooke." Her voice monotonous and her face expressionless.
"You do?" Brooke asked, shocked and kind of afraid for the answer.
"You want to fuck his brains out. And, that's ok… I guess every girl has that fantasy. I know you wanted Nathan just as much as I wanted him, and I don't mind. You can have him, for one night. That is of course, if you win the wager." She smiled weakly.
Brooke who was still shocked by Peyton's confession, started to think about it.
"And what if you win?" Brooke asked as she watched her suspiciously.
"I'll get your car. But, only if it works out the way we planned it."
Brooke shook her head, still a little bit confused. "Wait a minute, so if I win, I get Nathan. Who, I, by the way, don't want to fuck…" Brooke pretended to be perplexed by what Peyton was talking about. When Peyton raised an eyebrow she rolled her eyes. "Ok, so what if there's a change that I want to fuck him. I'm not going to do that to you Peyt, we made a deal long time ago. Don't fuck your best friends boyfriend."
"I know. But since you are my best friend and since I don't have feelings for Nathan, I'll give you him for one night."
"And what if he doesn't want me?"
Peyton just looked at her with a blank expression. "Brooke, we all know every guy wants to fuck you."
Smiling to herself, Brooke nodded her head in agreement. "Yeah I'm pretty irresistible. So anyway, I'll get Nathan for one night, and if you win, you'll get my car and you got your wish by destroying Tutor Girl's life? Don't you think that's a little unfair?"
"Fine. You'll get Nathan for a week and I'll help you with that Lucas dude. Maybe he will fall in love with you after all."
"Ok, so we have a deal?"
"Not yet. First, you have to promise me you'll do your very best to help me destroying that girls life, cause otherwise it's going to be too easy for you."
"Ok, I promise." Brooke replied. "So this is it. Deal?"
Peyton nodded her head. "Deal."
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