Chapter 12. She's Screwing You Over
Brooke really wanted to change. She really did. But it was just so damn hard! She knew that the way she had treated Lucas was way out of line, but she couldn't help herself. If he wanted to date her, he had to know who the real Brooke Davis was.
And she sure as hell wasn't the nice, sweet but still outlandish and wild girl he thought she was.
The once in a while smoking thing was quickly becoming a regular habit and before she knew it, she was addicted to it. Hating herself for it, she threw the cigarette in the trashcan and sighed.
She then realized that it wasn't just because it was relaxing, but that it was becoming a nervous habit.
The funny thing was, that she hated her relationship with Lucas right now. She really liked the guy without the whole making out and… almost fucking like horny bunnies part.
Wait.
No, of course she liked that, but she also liked him because of his personality. And since that was a big change, it scared the crap out of her, hence, the whole smoking thing.
After the whole 'I'll-call-you-later-because-I'm-too-hung-over-right-now' scenario, she stayed home cause she didn't want to deal with a still pissed and hung-over Lucas. He had tried to call her a few times but she wasn't in the mood to pick up the phone.
Brooke sighed again and turned on the television. Flipping through the channels, not even bothering to see what was on, she let out a frustrated groan. Maybe it was a good idea to go to school after all, because the staying at home and doing nothing wasn't working out the way she wanted it to.
She thought about the wager she and Peyton made a few weeks ago. The bet was still on and she wanted to win, but she wasn't really trying hard. There was no way she was going to lose this. Peyton didn't need that ego of hers getting even bigger than it already was.
Her mind wandered first from Lucas, to Nathan, to Peyton and then to Haley. She shook her head. No, she had to call her Tutor Girl, not Haley. Tutor Girl. The fact that she was calling her Haley was not good; if Peyton heard that then she might get a heart attack.
Brooke talked a few times with Haley during lessons or lunch, but just small talk. No big deal. The other popular people even accepted that Brooke and Peyton would talk once in awhile to the unpopular tutor. But there had to be some Goddamn action! Cause no action, no fun.
Maybe her and Peyton had to take Haley to a party sometime.
Oh My God.
She was a genius! Why the hell hadn't she thought about that before? They would get Haley drunk, let her make out with three or four different guys, maybe even sleep with one cause that girl needed to get deflowered as soon as possible. And the next morning, Haley would wake up with a huge hangover without remembering anything that happened the last night.
This was going to be great!
The brunette's face turned into an evil smile before she grabbed another cigarette and lit it up satisfied.
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Lucas was shooting some hoops on his favorite place, the Rivercourt. He loved it there, it was quiet when he needed it and it could be wild when he wanted it to. It was his favorite place because he came there since he was just a little boy, and when he needed to think about something he would always end up there.
He was so focused on making the right shot that he was quite shocked when he felt two arms around his waist. Turning around with a smile, he wanted to say something sweet but when he realized the arms didn't belong to Brooke, his smile felt and turned into a frown.
"Whoa, you scared the hell out of me." He said a little unsure as he tried to put the girl's hands away.
The blonde girl smiled coyly and shrugged her shoulders "it's just me. Don't worry I'm not going to hurt you or something." Oh boy, if he only knew what she was planning to do with him.
"You're Peyton, right?"
"Yup, that would be me."
He nodded slowly, wondering why she was here. "So, what are you doing here?"
"I wanted to talk to you about something important."
Lucas, who was a little taken back by this, nodded again and pointed to a picnic table for her to sit down. After an awkward pause he asked, "So what's so important that you wanted to tell me?"
"Well, it's about Brooke." She looked him in the eye to watch his expression, one that turned from a smile to a concerned face.
"What about her?"
"Well, Lucas… I don't really know how to say this right." She paused for a while and then inhaled deeply before she continued. "But you and Brooke are getting pretty serious right?"
He nodded his head excitedly. "Yeah, we aren't officially 'boy and girlfriend' yet, but we're getting there."
In a very bored and uninterested tone she replied, "Right." With a fake smile she said, "Well, then it's pretty important that you know some things about Brooke first."
"What is it!" Poor Lucas sat on the edge of his seat practically dying to know what she was going to say.
"Brooke…" She cleared her throat to let him wait just a few seconds longer "Brooke's not the girl who you think she is."
Lucas waited for her to say more but she remained quiet. "That's it?"
She shook her curly hair. "No, of course not you idiot. There's way more." She replied bitchy-ly. "Look, Brooke's just not the cute, dimpled girl who you make out with in Janitor's closets ok? I know that you know that she's kind of wild, but that's not really it. She's almost evil. She used to sleep with half of the basketball team and she likes to drink and to mess with people's lives, just for the fun of it. I bet you heard the rumors about her in school and well, let's just say that most of them aren't rumors. Almost all of it is true."
For two minutes or so Lucas seemed in deep thought and when Peyton started to lose her patience, he finally said something. "Why are you telling me this?"
She placed a hand on his, "I just thought you should know before you two start a 'real' relationship."
He shook his head clearly pissed off by her words. "You do realize that Brooke's your best friend, you're supposed to tell nice things about her right? Not all this… Crap you're telling me now."
"Believe what you want Lucas, all I'm telling is the truth. And I'm telling it because I know Brooke better then anyone else; she's my friend since elementary school. I love her, but sometimes she's way out of line. I tell you this because I you to know that you're not dealing with a cheery fun girl, but with someone who can be completely the opposite." He watched her with his head still confused. "I only want to prepare you for the worst thing that could happen to you."
"And what's that?" Lucas asked now getting a little bit angry. He had no idea who this girl was and if the rumors were true about Brooke, then they were also true about her. Peyton was a lying bitch that only manipulated people.
"You, falling in love… And she, screwing you over." She looked him directly in the eye and gave him a supporting smile. "I'm not saying to break things of with her, or whatever you guys have, but remember this when you decide to become boy and girlfriend."
She stood up still with the smile on her face and began walking away, leaving Lucas alone to think about everything she just said.
She turned around so that her back was to Lucas, her sweet smile turning into a devilish grin.
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"Hey Tutor Girl!" Brooke said enthusiastic as she sat next to Haley during lunchtime break.
Haley returned the brunette's smile. "Hey Brooke, what's up?"
"Oh you know, just the regular stuff. How about you?" Before Haley even had the change to reply, Brooke started to talk again, "So anyway, how about you, me and Goldilocks organize a sleepover at my place? We can do watch crappy movies and tearjerkers, we can drink and gossip and play in make up! Oooh, I can totally picture the fun we'll have!"
The other girl didn't know it was Brooke's generous smile or that the girl practically was glowing from all the energy, but whatever it was, Haley couldn't do anything but give in.
"Ehm yeah, that sounds like fun."
Brooke clapped her hands as she let out a yelp. "Great! So a sleepover at my place it is."
"When?"
"How about Saturday?" While Haley checked her agenda, Brooke murmured a "cause that's the best day to party."
Haley looked up to face Brooke. "What did you say?"
"We're going to have our own party! Aren't you excited?" She made up a quick excuse, and of course Haley believed everything she said.
"Yeah, I guess." She said as she looked down with a frown on her face. She was still a little unsure about the sleepover thing, cause she had this weird feeling that Brooke wasn't telling her everything.
Brooke gave Haley a quick, not too hard, slap on the arm. "Come on Tutor Girl! Can you be a little more enthusiastic? Like, I don't know… Me!" Brooke replied with a sarcastic tone in her voice.
Haley rolled her eyes as she watched the girl in front of her practically bounce on the chair she was sitting on. "Fine." She putted on a fake smile, "Oh Brooke! I'm so excited about Saturday! You have no idea!"
The brunette was slightly offended by the tutor's fake enthusiasm and placed a hand on her heart. "That's great Hales." She scoffed.
Haley, who was laughing at first, stopped and watched Brooke with a confused and suspicious look on her face. "What did you just call me?"
Brooke silently cursed herself for letting this slip. "I don't know where you are talking about."
"Oh don't give me that crap Brooke Davis. Don't try to deny that you just called me Hales."
"I didn't." She said as she tried to focus on anything that wasn't the grinning girl in front of her.
"It's ok you know, to call me Hales or just Haley. I know you're ashamed of me but if people can't hear us talking then you can at least call me by my real name." Haley whispered as she felt her cheeks burn.
Right then, Brooke felt this thing inside of her. Guilt. This girl in front of her was so good and pure. And she was about to ruin everything for her. All of a sudden, Brooke Davis turned into a softie.
She told herself to get it together, cause this was not the time to turn into the same weak person like that girl.
"Get yourself together, Davis." Brooke mumbled under her breath.
"What?"
She looked up to see Haley looking at her with concern and just that look in her eyes, which showed she cared about her. "I'm sorry… Haley, for everything I've done to you the past years. I'm sorry for the things that I said and I promise that I didn't mean any of them. It's just that, I put on this… Mask, to let people know that I don't care about anyone except for my closets friends. I pretend to be this bitch that makes fun of everybody and I hate myself for that. I just hope that you can forgive me for everything I've done to you."
Haley smiled to her and grabbed her hand. "See? It's not that hard to show your real feelings." Brooke smiled back. A generous one. Thinking about every word she just said, she felt like she did something good for once.
"Oh and Brooke?"
"Yeah?"
"I forgive you."
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A/N: yeah, so this is the next chapter. So Brooke is turning a little soft huh? And Peyton is a b-i-t-c-h! Just whoa! Let's just say that things are going to be a lot more interesting. Let me know what you guys think.
