I need a plan. The idea is great. Bring Down the Plastics and become an instant legend for being the one to do so. The real question was how? I mean their considered gods to most the kids in this school, even the ones who they have tormented. Guys still want to date them and girls still want to be them. Now I just wanted to figure out how to change that.
After the way my day was going I was so glad to get to English. One more period and I would be free to go home away from the drama that was my life. Typical Plastic routine would be to make someone's life miserable for maybe a month, then move on to a new victim. I don't know if I'm special or what but they are still dead set on making my life a living hell. Today, Bevin or Anna, who can really tell the difference, are telling anyone who will listen that I am a lesbian. How ridiculous is that? Okay so maybe I haven't been on a date since I moved here. That doesn't mean I like girls. Ugh, I am getting way too worked up on what these stupid, petty girls think. I spend my time with real friends, like Haley and Nathan, who also, by the way, have not gone on dates since I have known them. I really just have to stop thinking about it.
"Now class," Miss Williams interrupted my thoughts. "We will acting out scenes from classic literature. I will assign you partners." She started pairing up students and I instantly panicked hoping I wouldn't get…
"Lucas, you will be working with Brooke,"
Crap. I didn't even hear the rest of what she said. I can't believe I liked him. Momentary lapse of judgement on my part. He is just like every other guy. Actually, he is worse because he is dating her.
"So, we got Romeo and Juliet, huh," Lucas turned around with a smile on his face. His smile sincere but I wasn't buying it. He could pretend to be nice all he wanted but I had seen his true colors. If he really was this wonderful person he wouldn't have sat back and let Peyton and her minions destroy my life.
"Won't your girlfriend love this," I said sarcastically and suddenly it hit me.
"Do you want to meet at my house tonight?" he asked trying to focus on the assignment.
"Sure," I said, this time much nicer. "See you later."
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"Oh my God you guys, I have the perfect plan," I strolled into Karen's Café where Haley works accidentally knocking into someone on the way in.
"Hey, Brooke. What's up?" Nathan laughed at how excited I was. I punched him lightly on the shoulder and he pretended to fall back bumping into Haley in the process. The three of us had gotten really close over the past couple of months and I was really glad I was able to make such good friends. Although when I walked in Nathan and Haley had been sitting awfully close. Maybe I interrupted something that was a little bit more than friends.
"What's the plan Brooke?" Haley was just as excited about destroying the Plastics as I was. She hated them just as much, if not more if that was possible, as me. She wouldn't tell me what they had done to her but I knew it couldn't be good. I didn't pry. At least she would be with me the whole way to take down the clique that ran the school. I glanced around, before talking making sure no one would be able to hear me.
"Okay, Lucas and I are partners for our English assignment. We're doing Romeo and Juliet. So I be really nice and talk and flirt with him. I can make him break up with her. And if she finds out her boyfriend broke up with her for me, she'll probably try to kill herself or something," I giggled. Not that it was funny thinking about someone killing themselves but I wouldn't mind seeing Peyton Sawyer get hit by a bus or something like that.
"How do you know it will work?" Nathan questioned.
"I don't know I'll figure it out, but right now I have to go figure out what I am going to wear. Bye Guys!"
"Do you think she can pull it off?" Nathan asked Haley.
"I don't know but I hope so." Haley replied. Nathan grinned and she turned away suddenly very self-conscious. Why was she feeling like this? It was just Nathan. Nathan, the only one who stuck by her after what happened with the Plastics. No, she did not have a crush on Nathan, she just couldn't. He reached to grab his coffee and his hand grazed hers lightly. She felt a shiver go down her spine and groaned. Yep, she had it bad.
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Why was I so nervous? It wasn't like I still had any sort of romantic feelings for Lucas. We are just working on a project together. It's probably because I'm worried the plan won't work. I tried to convince myself of this the whole ride to Lucas' house. But when I got there I am not sure house is the right word, more like mansion.
"Hey Brooke come in," Lucas opened the door looking hot in his basketball shorts and a T-shirt. You do not like him Brooke. I had to keep repeating this to myself as I watched him getting snacks together.
"So we have the death scene," Lucas said sitting down next to me. I could instantly feel my face heating up and was praying it wasn't that noticeable.
"Which basically means I can just lay there why you do all the work right?" I purred. Should I go through with this? Maybe I shouldn't come on too strong just yet.
He laughed. "No, you have some lines after but basically, yes, you are just going to lay there for most of it."
Maybe I should mention the part about the kiss. Or maybe I should stop asking myself so many damn questions and concentrate on the scene. This was it. It said in the script for Romeo to kiss Juliet and then kill himself. I squinted my eyes so I could see just through my eyelids. Lucas was leaning closer and he smelled really good. Like a mix of cologne and I don't know Lucas. His lips were almost touching mine and I leaned in ready for the contact.
Brriiiing. The phone. Why does something always have to interrupt? Everything was going so perfectly."Hey, Peyt. No, I'm just working on my homework. Yea, you too." He said uncomfortably and hung up.
"I guess, I'll see you tomorrow," I got up and headed for the door. The moment was gone. We could try again another day.
"Hey, Brooke. I had a lot of fun." He flashed me another smile and I have to say it was getting harder and harder not to like him.
"Me too," I had had a lot of fun. And that scared me.
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