Chapter 13. Nothing is what it seems
"So you invited her over for a sleep over?"
Brooke sighed for what seemed the thirtieth time into her cellphone. "Yes Peyton, I invited her over on Saturday night at my place."
"And you want me to come along and pretend to be all cheery that she's there?"
"I don't care how you act Peyt, as long as you don't let her know how you really think about her."
She could her Peyton scoff "No shit. Anyway, what was the reason you invited her over again?"
Brooke wanted to yell at Peyton's stubbornness but remained calm. "I really think you need to lay off the booze babe, considering you don't have many brain cells to begin with."
"What are you babbling about?" Peyton snorted very annoyed with her best friend.
"Keep your friends close but your enemies closer, remember? You were the one who said that to me like…a hundred times."
The blonde friend inhaled deeply as she started confessing. "I suppose you're right."
"Of course I am!"
"Don't get overboard." Peyton snapped. "So you invited Tutor Girl over, and then what happens?"
Brooke was in deep thought. Should she tell Peyton about her idea? This was the time to bail out. To help Haley. If she told Peyton about the idea, then there was no doubt in her mind that Haley would end up with a hangover and not as a virgin the next morning.
However, if that happened, things were only going to get more interesting. Or better said: more painful for Haley. She knew Peyton very well; she could read her like a book. When her friend started something, she wasn't going to stop until she got what she wanted.
She hadn't enough time to make a decision about sharing the idea with her friend because Peyton interrupted her thoughts.
"Brooke? You still there?"
She shook her head and stumbled a little over her words. What was the right word choice right now? "Eh yeah. I'm still here."
"Ok, what's wrong with you?"
"Nothing." Brooke said a little too quickly.
"Brooke…"
Damn it for Peyton to know her too well for her own good. "Fine, I was thinking about… Lucas."
Peyton wanted to gag right then and there. Rolling her eyes in a bored way she said "I hope you are shitting on me right now Brooke Penelope Davis."
The other girl started to giggle "Sorry Peyt, you're not the only one on my mind right now."
"I'm not the only one on your mind for a long time Brooke." Her voice sounded very serious.
Brooke stopped laughing and giggling and her forehead turned into a frown. "Right. So anyway, are you coming over Saturday or not?"
"Yeah…" She sighed. "I'm coming."
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Lucas placed his books in his locker with a frown on his face. He wasn't really in the best mood and it was all Peyton Sawyer's fault. Her words hit him hard and he started to think about everything she had said.
Were her words true? Was he just a toy to Brooke? Could she just screw him over? He had to admit that he had true feelings for this girl, and he could totally picture himself falling in love with Brooke Davis.
All of a sudden he felt two arms around his waist. His face turned dark and he turned around. "Not now Peyt… Oh, it's you."
Brooke looked at him confused. Did he want to say Peyton? "You don't look so happy to see me." She crossed her arms waiting for an explanation.
He sighed and wrapped his arms around her. His forehead touched hers for a moment and kissed her briefly on her lips. "I thought you were Peyton."
She raised her eyebrow at him and pushed him away. "First of all, why is that a bad thing? Second off all, why would she put her arms around you? And since when do you talk to Peyton?"
He threw his hands in the air, defeated. "I don't! That's the thing, I was playing basketball at the Rivercourt and she just showed up out of the blue. She wanted to talk to me about something important."
Brooke raised her eyebrow to let him know to continue with his story.
"She told me some stuff about you."
"What kind of stuff?"
Lucas struggled to find the right words. He didn't want to hurt Brooke by saying that her best friend told some ugly things about her.
"Come on Broody Boy, spit it out already." She smiled and placed each hand on his cheeks.
"It was nothing really, she just told me some things about you."
Now Brooke was starting to get annoyed with his vague language. "Come on Lucas just tell me what she said!" The school bell rang and Brooke sighed. "Guess you're saved by the bell this time."
He put his arm around her shoulder and kissed her head. "Let's go, I'll walk you to class."
"Promise to tell me later?"
"I promise Brooke."
There was no way in hell that Peyton was right about Brooke. She was the most sweet, loving and caring girl he had ever met.
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He sat there on the picnic tables, thinking about everything that happened the last few days. His thoughts always ended up to a certain brunette. A very pretty brunette. With cute dimples and the most beautiful laugh he had ever seen.
Nathan led out a frustrated yell. What on earth was she doing to him?
He hadn't heard from her after he left that message on her voicemail. She ignored him in school, she ignored his calls and well, she just ignored him in general.
Could he be anymore stupid?
Why on earth did he leave that message on her voicemail? He was such a complete idiot! She was right when she told him he was pathetic. She was always right.
And he hated her for it.
But loved it at the same time.
Nathan stood up and stepped into his car. He hadn't been drinking so he had nothing to worry about. He started the car, as he was once again lost in his own thoughts. In the back of his mind he wondered if Brooke was right about Peyton. Truth to be told, he liked Peyton. He really did. But maybe just as a friend.
No, who was he kidding. She meant more to him as a friend. He loved her, but he was not in love with her.
Shaking his head, he laughed at how pathetic his mind sounded. Nathan didn't do love. He screwed girls, just like Peyton screwed guys, that was why they were so perfect together in the first place.
Finally he arrived where he wanted to be. Stepping out of the car, he took one last deep breath. He closed his eyes for a moment and then opened them. Was this the right choice? What if… Shaking his head with a smile on his face he knocked on the door. You don't know what's going to happen if you don't try.
After a minute, or three, or maybe even more, the door finally opened. "Nathan! What are you doing here in the middle of the night?"
For a moment he was lost at words, just admiring her beauty. Smiling sheepishly and shrugging his shoulders he said, "I wanted to see you."
She scoffed as she looked at him like he was some kind of trash. "You can look at me at school. Bye Nathan." She started to close the door but he was too quick.
"Brooke wait. Can I at least come in? It's really cold outside." He pretended to shiver as he gave her a cute look that practically screamed please-let-me-in.
She sighed and opened the door so he could come in. "Fine, but you'll only get five minutes."
She didn't even have the time to close the door as he told her, "I want to be with you Brooke."
Brooke flinched at his words. Not again. "What did you just say to me?"
Nathan wasn't really a guy who showed his feelings and emotions so his cockiness replaced the vulnerable guy. "You heard me."
Brooke didn't know if it was the smirking or the fact that he was probably drunk because he was showing up in the middle of the night at her doorstep, but she had had enough. She was too tired to start an argument with him so she sighed and opened the door again. "Go home Nathan."
"No. Not until you hear me out."
"I don't want to hear you out Nathan! You made it pretty clear to me that you want me." She stepped a little closer to him so that she could look him directly in the eye. "Don't you get it? I don't want you! We are too similar, two of a kind. God, we're like Yin and Yang! There's no way in hell we should be together. It will only cause trouble and a lot of pain. Now, please go home and go sober your ass up."
His head that was looking to the ground, shot up. "Brooke I'm not drunk!"
"Right." She snapped still unconvinced. "Bye Nate." She pushed him in his back towards the now opened door but he turned around before he even had the change to step outside.
"No. First look me in the eye and tell me that you feel nothing for me."
She leaned in so that he could smell her perfume as she said to him with cold eyes "I feel nothing for you. Absolutely nothing. Zero. Nada. Now get out."
Before the words could sink in, Nathan was alone in the middle in the night, on Brooke's porch. He turned around to get a front door smacked into his face.
So what, Brooke was playing hard to get. He smirked; two could play that game. Nathan knew that they were meant for each other.
She didn't know that now, but she sure would after he was done with her.
"You're going to be mine soon Brooke Davis, no doubt about that." He whispered smirking.
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A/N: Thank you all so much for the reviews! Keep them coming! I've noticed that a lot of people hate Peyton right now, but trust me, she's still an angel right now. Haha.And here's the next chapter btw lol. Brooke's not really nice to Nathan huh? And be ready for some Brooke/Peyton fights, cause it's going to be ugly. Hope you liked it and let me know what you think.
