Chapter 17. The Party (part I)

Lucas waited impatiently for Brooke to open up the front door. He was kind off nervous, after all this was the first time he was going to a real party. Better said: this was the first time he had been invited to a real party. Or the first time he actually wanted to go to a party.

Never in a million years Lucas had expected that he was going to a party with no other than Brooke Davis, Peyton Sawyer and their new friend, his best friend, Haley James. He never knew that Haley wanted to go out to dance and drink. Sure, they had their own fun. They would go to his place and play Playstation or watch TV and just hang out. But they never went off to have some fun at a bar or club or something that involved drinks and dancing.

He had to admit that the first time he did that with Brooke hadn't really ended well. He got drunk and ended up in her bed, almost naked with a huge hangover. Brooke was royally pissed off at him, it even got her smoking. And when he even thought of how he felt that morning, his stomach started to turn again.

So yeah, his experience with partying and drinking wasn't really that good.

Knocking on the door for the fifth time, Lucas got a little annoyed. It was Brooke who had called him while he was watching NBA on his television and now she wasn't opening the door.

He already turned around to leave when he felt two hands around his waist. As he turned around, a giggling Brooke kissed him eagerly on the lips.

As they pulled away he asked suspiciously "have you been drinking?" He licked his lips and he could taste the alcohol so he already knew the answer but he wanted her to confirm it.

She shrugged her shoulders innocently, "and what if I have? Are you going to give me a lecture or something?"

He rolled her eyes at her. "I should have known." He whispered as he sighed. "Where is Haley?"

Lucas got his answer as Haley stumbled out of the house on the porch, along with Peyton. They seemed even more smashed than Brooke was and both didn't notice Lucas standing there.

"They are pretty out of it." Brooke whispered in his ear. "So are we going or not? I don't have all the time in the world, I also plan to rock your world tonight, you know."

Lucas gave Brooke a weird look. Was she serious? As much as he wanted that, he didn't want to sleep with her when she wasn't going to remember it in the morning. "Look Brooke, you seem pretty out of it too, so why don't you all go to bed and sleep it off."

"No way!" He heard Peyton yell in the background.

"Let's just go. Just, keep an eye on… All of us." Brooke giggled as she skipped to the car while clapping her hands.

He watched as Brooke and Peyton got into the car and he then realized that Haley was the one who was the third person who (tried) to get in the car. His Haley, his buddy, his best friend.

He ran to the car and grabbed Haley's arm before she could get in. Eyeing her from head to toe, he was quite shocked to find her in a short skirt and low cut top with way to much make-up on.

"Are you sure you want to go?"

Haley rolled her eyes as she tried to balance herself. "This is the first time I feel good about myself Luke, the first time I feel like people can really see me, as a real person who also has feelings. I want to go to this party and just have fun for once, so please let go of my arm and just forget our problems and let's party."

Lucas only merely nodded his head and helped her get in the car.


When they got out of the car and stepped inside of Tim's house, where the famous party was, the three girls walked straight to the keg.

Before they could tap a drink, Lucas walked up to them standing in front of the keg. "I think you all had enough."

He had to admit that it was quite amusing as they all rolled their eyes at the same time. Brooke agreed as well did Haley, but Peyton just pushed him aside as she grabbed a red cup.

Brooke grabbed Lucas' hands and placed it on her waist. She planted her arms around his neck, bringing him closer. "Want to dance?" She whispered in his ear, softly placing her lips on his earlobe.

He nodded and said, "go to the dance floor, I'll be there in a minute."

As he watch Brooke disappear, he turned to Haley. "Ok, I'm going to dance with Brooke. You don't mind being alone for a while?"

She shook her head no. "No, I'll be fine. I think I'm just going to stay here with Peyton."

As she said that, Peyton showed up out of nothing and grabbed her hand. "We're going to the other room, where we meet some friends."

Lucas was caught off guard and before he even had the time to respond, Haley smiled and said, "let me have my fun." With that she kissed Lucas on the cheek and disappeared through the crowd with Peyton.

"Lucas! Come on, let's dance!" He heard Brooke yell. Glancing one last time at Haley, Lucas tried to walk trough the crowd to dance with Brooke.

"Hey cutie, haven't seen you before! Such a shame if you ask me." A blonde girl slurred as she trailed her index finger up and down on Lucas' arm.

"Uhm, yeah I've never been to Tim's party before."

The girl started to laugh as she saw him squirm. "Like I said, such a shame." She leaned in and whispered, "want to get to know me?"

Before he could say no or even back away from the blonde girl who's breath smelled like alcohol, Brooke interrupted them kissing Lucas hard on the lips. She smiled at him and turned around to face the girl.

"If you don't leave my boyfriend alone in two seconds you little slut, you're in serious trouble. And trust me, when I say trouble, it means hell." She hissed as she pointed her index finger at the girl who didn't look threatened at all. "So go find another boy to screw, maybe drunken Dim or something cause I'm absolutely sure no sober person would want such a tramp like you."

The girl who wasn't really scared, mumbled a "says Brooke Davis, drunk plus slutty Queen of the year." And with that she left.

"You can be quite… Demanding you know that?"

Brooke laughed as she placed her arms around his neck. Playing with his hair, she said, "I don't think demanding is the right word."

"You said some harsh things to her." Lucas said as he saw Brooke's expression change.

"It's not like she didn't deserve it. She was flirting with you!"

"She was drunk."

Her hands left his neck as she placed them on her hips. "What's that suppose to mean?"

"It means she didn't know what she was doing, and you said some things to her she didn't deserve."

"Oh she deserved everything, maybe even more. And I'm starting to wonder if you don't deserve the same thing." She remarked bitterly as she took a step backwards.

"Come on Brooke, don't be like that."

"Be like what? Angry because you stood up for that blonde slut?"

"No…" He doubted if it was the right thing to say but he just blurted the word out, "jealous."

With a tight, fake smile she said calmly, "don't fuck with me Lucas. If you knew the real me you would be frightened. I don't do jealous." Her voice started to raise. "If I were you I would be a little bit nicer. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to get something to drink."

He grabbed her by the arm as she passed him but she slapped his hands away.


"Fuck Lucas…" Brooke drowned her fourth shot, "fuck Haley." Another shot tequila burned down her throat. "Fuck Peyton." Again. "Fuck Nathan, hell; fuck everybody!"

She was all alone in Tim's kitchen and she was fine with that. It wasn't like she needed someone anyway. They were all bastards and liars and stupid people who seem innocent and nice from the outside but are just as evil on the inside as she was.

"You look like shit."

"Fuck you Peyton, go away to your new best friend Tutor Girl." Brooke slurred as she clutched her head trying to make the upcoming headache go away.

"She's not my best friend and you know it, hell you even know I hate that girl."

Looking up from the floor Brooke was staring at she saw her blonde friend taking a seat besides her. "How's it going with our little wager anyway?"

Peyton rolled her eyes at her. "You should know that."

Brooke waved it away as she tried to balance herself on the stool. "Whatev-just say… Spit it out already."

"Jeez, you are so out of it."

"Peyton!"

Looking back at Brooke she grinned mischievously "She's fucking clueless... As usual."

"Go you. You know, I was actually starting to like this girl but she is just way annoying you know. Always following you like you got some glue on your ass or something."

Peyton laughed at Brooke's ramble. She was more out of it than she thought she would be. Her plan was working out perfectly, a drunken Brooke, a very sober Lucas and a tipsy Haley.

"Did she make out with a guy or guys yet?"

The blonde frowned as she thought about it. "I don't know actually." She stood up and offered Brooke her hand. "Want to find out?"

Brooke glanced at her ex-best friend's hand for a few seconds before grabbing it.

"Before we're going to find out I want another shot." Brooke said as she took another glass of tequila and one for Peyton.

They drowned it in about two seconds and together they stumbled towards the living room where they immediately saw Haley dancing very close with a hot guy.

Peyton and Brooke gave each other a look before bursting out in laughter. "This might actually work you know."

Brooke nodded her head in agreement as she all of a sudden stopped laughing. Her face in a frown, as her hand trailed in her hair she said "but wait, does that mean I'm losing my car?"

The other girl took her eyes of off Haley and the guy who had his back to them and turned her attention now to the girl next to her. "I guess so." She smirked.

"No way! I'm not going to loose this wager." Brooke murmured as she took another glimpse of the dancing pair. "I have to stop them."

But Peyton stopped her before she could even take a step in their direction. "No way girly, that's not part of the deal. Besides, this is all her work, we're not helping her at all."

They both turned their attention to Haley and the hot brown haired guy with a killer body, one that seemed so familiar.

As Haley leaned in to kiss the guy, Brooke startled with confusion in her voice "isn't that…"

"Nathan?"


A:N/ thank you all so much for the amazing reviews. There was one review that confused methough, and it was not very... Nice. Her or his name was ur a loser and the review: just kill brooke (the slag) off...she a whore trough me off guard. If you want to criticize me, that's ok but this is just rude. The whole story is based on Brooke so of course I'm not going to kill her. If you don't like my story, don't review.

Thanks.
Helen