Hey everyone! I really really enjoyed this chapter, and it kinda hurts that I have to leave the guy of this chapter behind. Thanks to my wonderful reviewers and to Corey & Lizzy who read over this for me. And remember, reviews are LOVE! Hope y'all enjoy!

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I think I might be Brooke Davis' boyfriend. We go to parties together, sleep with each other and hang out during lunch. As far as I know she hasn't been with anyone else during these past two months and I sure as hell haven't. It's cool, being with her but it's weird. It's obviously not like a real relationship, seeing as we haven't gone on an actual date or 'claim' one another. She isn't all whiney or emotional like most girls. She'll laugh and smile, talk about the randomest shit that has to do with nothing and lets me know when she's horny. She, surprisingly, listens when I need to vent about our retarded football team and usually cheers me up by getting me up.

It's weird, but I like it.

We're sitting in my basement, watching tv, waiting for some big party. It's quiet, the tv being the only noise filling the room. I don't know why I say it but for some reason I ask, "Why do you hang out with me?" I already know I'm ruining a good thing. She turns and looks at me with a confused expression on her beautiful face. "You can have any fucking dude you want... why me?"

She smiles, dimples obvious in her cheeks. "Honestly?" She moves so that no she sits on my lap. She kisses one side of my neck lightly and then does the same on the other side. "You're very relaxed," she begins, hands resting on my shoulders. "You're nice," she mutters as she tosses her long hair from side to side. "And well, you're huge." Her grin turns dirty and I feel let down.

"That's the main reason?" I think I'm hurt and then I realize it.

I like Brooke Davis.

And that is the most dangerous thing anyone can ever do.

She nods her head and begins to move her body on top of mine. It feels great but I'm pissed off. I shouldn't have expected anything else though, I know Brooke. She likes sex more than anything else; feelings are not in her vocabulary. I give in to her motions and stop thinking all together. I know my time with Brooke is coming to an end and I might as well enjoy it.

I push aside the straps of her tank top, more of her white skin being revealed to me. My hands move from her hips to her firm ass that I love. Cheerleading has done her body well. She cups my cheeks so that she can look at my face. She kisses me feverishly, moving her hands between us. She's like a drug I've become addicted to; I crave her now but I know that soon I'll be left in the cold. I need to get her naked quickly because my jeans are starting to hurt.

She must feel it because she rips her lips away from mine and giggles in her throat. She pulls off my shirt and then stands up. She leaves her lingerie on for me to take off and I smile widely at the sight of her. "Turn around." She does as she's told and her perfect ass is showcased to me in her black thong. I smack her ass playfully before looping my fingers through the strings on either side of her hips and pulling down the small piece of fabric.

It's then that I hear the basement door open. "Andre! Are you down there?" Brooke's smile drops and she sprints to the other side of the room where if my mom comes down she wont be noticed.

Hopefully.

"Yeah Mom," I say and lower down the tv.

"Where's your brother," she yells and I tell her that he's next door with the other kids. "Make sure he eats dinner. I'm going out for a while." She slams the door afterwards and I sigh. She won't be back for a week, at least.

I stand up and walk over to Brooke who looks sad. Most of my friends look at me with pity but I think she understands. Once I'm in front of her she kisses my lips gently. We do just that for a while and it's almost like she isn't almost naked in front of me. She rests her forehead on mine and asks, "Are you okay?"

I shrug it off and retort, "Why wouldn't I be?" She lifts her head and looks at me hard. She knows I'm lying and that truthfully I hate that my mom goes and does God knows what for unlimited amounts of time and that I have to look after my brothers during such time. She doesn't say anything, just starts to unbutton my pants. Any other girl would talk about it with me, ask me how I feel and all that shit, but not Brooke. She has her own issues and this is how she solves them. And, honestly, it helps for a while too.

When my pants drop to the floor, I grab Brooke's hips and she brings her legs up around my waist. She pushes her back against the wall to help her stay up and I slowly slide myself in so I don't hurt her. I watch as she bites her bottom lip before dropping it, her eyes squeezed shut. Her small hands clutch my arms and her skin looks even whiter against my black skin. This isn't how it usually happens. It's only when she's here to see the shittiness of my life. Usually it's a little rough and we both fight for dominance, but this is when it's slow. She lets me take control and kisses me softly through out.

Later, when my brothers are home, we all sit around our way too small kitchen table, Brooke opting to sit on the counter to free up space for my brother Jordan. She smiles softly at my brothers' rambling about school and everything and she even chimes in once in a while. She tells my brothers to go play in the living room and begins to help me clean up. It's weird seeing Brooke like this. She's bitchy to everyone and cares only about herself. "So, no parties for a few days huh," she asks and I nod next to her.

"Brooke you can go. It's fine." She shuts her eyes and then opens them when she turns to look at me.

"I do like you... but I'm not ready to deal with my demons, let alone yours." I nod again and she wraps her arms around my shoulders. I hug her tight and she kisses me softly on my cheek before letting go. She walks out of the room but not before dropping a few twenties on the table to, "Buy the boys something fun."

I'm gonna miss Brooke Davis.