Chapter Twenty-Five
What's A Girl Gotta Do?
Brooke
You know, I'm kind of nervous. Yes, me, Brooke Davis. Can you even believe that?
I'm stood at the Scott residence – not exactly a new occurrence, only I'm normally calling around for Nathan. This time though, I'm knocking for the newly single oldest Scott brother. Mr Lucas Scott.
Oh, and please don't think I'm some kind of slut, not that I'm not, but you know. It's just that, Lucas has been looking so miserable all day and I didn't want to go and see him because I was with Haley, but… but sometimes, a girls got to put her wants first. And this girl wants Lucas Scott.
I am fully ready to offer myself up as a rebound girl.
I know, so generous.
I knock again, praying that Dan Scott doesn't come to the door. If he does then I am going to run away. The man scares me, and I can normally wrap any dad around my little finger. Just show them some of the Brooke Davis charm and they love me for life. Not this one though. This one is completely unwrappable.
The door opens, and a sweaty looking Nathan answers it.
"Brooke," he greets, with a confused look on his face. "What are you doing here?"
I briefly allow myself a look at the grey shirt clung tight to Nate's admittedly toned abs, before reminding myself of the purpose of my visit.
"Uh, actually I'm here for Lucas," I say. Nathan raises one eyebrow, only now his confused look has been replaced by his trademark smirk.
"Wow, you don't waste any time do you?" He asks.
I smile up at him. "I'm doing you a favour, if Lucas is occupied then Haley won't feel so guilty about moving on… Not that I condone your actions in any way, you understand?"
Nathan laughs. "I don't know Brooke. I think I might have screwed up big time."
"Nonsense. You're Nathan Scott! I thought you got whatever you wanted. Besides me, of course."
You know, I think this may be why I get called a slut. It's just flirting though. A harmless bit of fun. Why should that hurt anyone?
Nathan smirks again. "Lucas is in his room, I'd call him down but I don't think he'll answer me. Believe it or not, we don't get on."
"I never would have guessed," I reply, laughing a little.
"Just go on up, his bedroom is the third on the left," Nathan says, walking back towards what I guess is the gym and leaving me on my own in the huge Scott residence Hall.
I've never been nervous about boys before, but this one does something weird to me. I walk up the stairs kind of slow, trying to remember whether Nathan said third on the right or second on the right. It was second, right?
No! It was second on the left.
Or third.
Crap. I walk up the stairs anyway and hope that by some miracle, Lucas's bedroom door will be open. It's not.
"Lucas," I say in my quietest voice. "Lucas," I repeat, this time louder.
No response.
Ugh! I hate this. I've never been unsure about anything and I never get lost. Take a chance. Third on the left sounds good. Go for it.
I open the door and am greeted by pale blue walls and a dark blue bed cover. Definitely Lucas. And speak of the Devil…
He's sat at a computer with headphones in, and he hasn't seen me yet. I crane my neck trying to see what he's looking at…
And feel my hands slip off the door frame as I fall sideways into the bed.
"Ow," I yell, as my head whacks the metal corner of the bed. I reach up and feel something wet in my hairline. I lower my finger and see it covered with blood.
Lucas has finally noticed I'm there (hard not to really) and jumps up, rushing towards me.
"Are you okay?" he asks, kneeling down in front of me.
"My head hurts," I whine, realising that I don't look too attractive.
"Don't move okay, you might have a concussion," Lucas goes on. I smirk.
"Are we playing doctors and nurses?" I ask, trying to throw a flirt in even though blood is starting to go in my left eye. Oh God, I must look a complete state.
Lucas doesn't answer me though, he's holding my chin and moving my head from left to right. Mm, I could get used to this.
"Well, you haven't got a concussion, and the cut's not too deep. Wait here while I go get a band-aid," he says, standing up and leaving me alone.
Alone in Lucas Scott's bedroom. My, what fun a girl could have here.
I stand up and absent-mindedly wipe the blood from my eyes with my sleeve as I make my way over to a book shelf.
Wow, is this guy a geek! A cute geek though. Book after book of author's I can't even pronounce. I pick one up. Iliad by this Homer guy. Like out of the Simpson's. Interesting. I wonder if he'd notice if I took it? I mean, I could read this book and act all intelligent around him. I know tutor girl's smart. Maybe that's the kind of girl he goes for.
Smart girls.
Ugh, what am I even doing here? Lucas has just broke up with his girlfriend for God's sake, and here I am, moving in on him like he's some kind of prey.
"You're pathetic Brooke," I scold myself.
"Now that's a little harsh, isn't it?"
I turn around and see Lucas leaning on the door frame. Damn. I so didn't want him to hear that.
"Uh… hey?" I say, for once in my life at a loss for words. "You got that band aid Dr. Scott?"
"Yeah," he walks over to me, throwing a pack of band-aids and some TCP onto the bed. "What are you looking at?"
I look down at the book in my hand and feel a little guilt wash over me. Well, trickle really. "Uh…"
"You like Homer?" Lucas asks, and he sounds so impressed that I go and do something stupid. I nod.
"Love him."
"Cool."
"Uh, actually. I was wondering if I could borrow this? See, my copy is kind of… worn out, because I've read it so much."
Lucas raises his eyebrow and looks even more impressed. "Go ahead. Now, how about we sort that war wound out?"
I look up at him and smile my best sweet smile. I don't want to change who I am, but what's the harm in modifying it a little? "Let's do it."
