Yeah so i should be updating my other story, the higher you are the further you fall, and i havent because ive been ill and had so much going on. But i had this idea and loved it, had to write it down.
So please review even if you don't lke it, i love to know people are reading my stories.
Author: Hannah
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, unless I make up a character later on in the story, in which case it's mine!
Summary: Brooke and Nathan are in, let's just say a rocky relationship. When she starts receiving love letters from someone she's sure is Lucas, her mind starts to wander...
Author's Note:Please review this and give it a chance!
Singing her last song
Chapter 1 - Ugly duckling turned belle of the ball.
Brooke Davis was the most popular girl at Tree Hill High, and of course head cheerleader. He boyfriend was the most popular guy in the school and head of the basketball team, the Mr Nathan Scott. To outsiders it looked as though she had the perfect life. Now it was anything but.
In the summer before 8th grade, Brooke Davis had been a chubby, spotty girl with braces and a rich mommy and daddy. Over the summer she lost her puppy fat, learnt how to put make-up on and went out shopping. She also became best friends with the new girl, Peyton Sawyer. By the time the year had started, Brooke was in her stride.
That first day she walked into school was the best of her life. Older boys stared at her, and the popular girls from her grade glared. Brooke, in her Chloé top and skirt with Prada shoes was in her element. She'd never felt that good, and with her new best friend beside her she felt she could take on the world. So she did.
First on her list was a hot boyfriend. Brooke had charmed her science teacher by flashing a little more leg, and come out of it with a 'note' for Coach Whitey. Delivering this meant a walk through the boy's locker room. As she entered, there were whistles from every direction. She walked up to the first guy she properly saw, tapped him on the back, flashed a gorgeous smile and asked where Whitey's office was. This guy, not that she knew it yet, was to be her boyfriend for the remainder of High school, or almost.
Nathan knew a hot girl when he saw one, and one was standing right in front of his eyes. He looked her up and down, and couldn't place where he'd ever seen her before. She must have been new. He'd never have let her walk past him if he'd seen her before. She'd have been his. Like a true gentleman, he walked her to the office, and he found she wasn't just a pretty face with a goddamn gorgeous body; she respected herself and was clever. As he watched her leave the locker room, he knew that in no time she'd be his. Whatever Nathan Scott wanted was whatever Nathan Scott got.
They soon became the hottest couple of the school. Brooke took over as cheer captain, and Nathan was promoted to captain of the basketball team. Nathan gave Brooke whatever she wanted, and she really was the happiest girl alive. One night she was with Nathan, the next a girly sleepover with Peyton and then the weekend could be spent in London, Paris or Milan. Peyton had bagged herself the second hottest guy in the school, Jake Jagielski, and the four of them often went out on double dates.
Over the years, Brooke's status grew and at the same time, Nathan became bitter. His father, Dan Scott was pushing him to be the greatest at basketball to fulfil the dream that Dan could never conquer. Nathan was succeeding until he found out he had a half-brother Lucas. Lucas could also play basketball, and he was good at it too. Now Nathan was competing to be the best and competing for his father.
Nathan kept his captaincy but he always had Lucas snapping at his heels. The first time Lucas scored more points than Nathan in a game, he was livid.
"Get in the car," his gruff voice startled her. She'd never felt scared with Nathan, he was her protector, but he sounded different, "I said get in the car!"
"I'm coming, I'm coming! Baby, you know it's hard to walk in these shoes," Brooke started to charm Nathan, it had worked ever since the beginning. But today was different.
"Get your hands off me, I am not in the mood. If you can't walk in those goddamn shoes then buy some you can walk in."
"But I like these shoes Natey. Why should I buy some new ones?"
"Well, you bought everything else haven't you?"
"No I haven't. I haven't; bought everything, what are you taking about?"
There was silence, and then
"You bought me." Brooke gasped, where had that come from? "You know what I mean, don't play dumb. I know before you started 8th grade you were a fatty, spotty nobody. So with your daddy's credit card you bought a new you. Therefore you bought me. You'd never have been good enough for me otherwise." Brooke couldn't believe what he had just said. She'd told him about her pre-8th grade life, but not for him to throw it back in her face.
"Well, you're obviously used to being bought, Dan does it enough."
He slammed the door shut as he got out of the car. His eyes were so cold, and she knew she could not break through the barrier.
It was then she noticed the warm trickle of blood dripping out of her nose and into her mouth. She tried to stem the flow, but to no avail, blood seeped out al over the cream seats. Nathan had hit her. Her boyfriend, who could do no wrong.
He had only hit her twice. That was the first time. The second time was a whole lot scarier, and it was also in front of other people……
Brooke and Nathan, Peyton and Jake, and Tim had spent a great evening in a night club. Brooke was feeling a little tipsy so she stepped outside. She was having fun, and ever since that night after the game, Nathan had been the sweetest boyfriend in the world. He'd said he didn't want to lose her; it was the pressure of having a brother you hated and a fathering whose eyes you could never do anything right. Brooke forgave him ,and the last few weeks had been bliss.
Back inside the club, Peyton and Jake were dancing and Nathan and Tim watched Brooke exit the building. The two of them weren't exactly sober either,
"Oh my! Brooke is so totally fine! And so good in the you know what department, she knows what to do to a guy! And, well, I should know…" Tim was joking but by the look in Nathan's eyes he saw the joke was not appreciated - Nathan suddenly leapt up, scattering bar stools and people everywhere, on a search to find Brooke.
Tim rushed onto the dance floor to find Peyton and Jake in the sea of people. By the time they got outside, Nathan was holding Brooke against a wall with his hand around her throat. She had blood dripping from her lips and was sobbing uncontrollably, telling Nathan she hadn't done anything wrong,
"Nathan, what I just said, it was a joke man, I didn't think you'd take it seriously, look it's me the Tim-man. Come on Nate." Tim added when he realised Nathan's hold was not getting any looser.
"Yeah, Nathan, come on, please just let go of Brooke." Jake's soothing voice seemed to calm Nathan down, although Peyton was crying madly next to him. Nathan slowly lowered his arm and Brooke held her neck, gasping for air. For what seemed like forever, the 5 of them were silent, until Brooke finally spoke.
"You really think I'd cheat on you baby? And she left him standing there…
Ever since that night, there had been a huge chasm between the two of them that only seemed to be getting wider. Nobody ever mentioned what they saw again. It was all behind closed doors.
Her and Nathan still did coupley things, they made out and were often happy in each others company. But they never talked like they used to and both Brooke and Nathan missed that. Nathan would never hold Brooke in his arms and talk about the future like he had used to. Both of them missed it, but neither of them would say anything.
Peyton often asked her why she stayed with him. The simple answer was that she loved him but she wasn't sure what love was anymore. To the hottest couple in the school, love seemed to be keeping up appearances, looking good and smiling in public. They were perfectly suited, both of them knew that for sure. They both had rich families - put together, the Davis and the Scott family probably owned and controlled most of Tree Hill – and they were both gorgeous. But Brooke didn't know anything about Nathan of late, she didn't know how he was getting on with Dan, she didn't know if he had tried to build bridges with Lucas, although she highly doubted that, judging by how he behaved at school. She could bet on it that he didn't know she hadn't seen her parents for 9 months, that they'd moved to California. He didn't know how lonely she felt at night, when she closed her bedroom door and let the silence of the night engulf her. He didn't know how she was growing apart from Peyton, whose perfect relationship with Jake meant Brooke couldn't tell her anything anymore.
Brooke would always say she loved Nathan. She would swear it. But at the moment, the meaning of love was hazy in her mind.
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