Hey there all! So, there won't be another update of this for at least another week, as I have another project that needs to take priority. I truly believe this is what would've been seen had nobody stopped the tape. Thanks to Corey for looking over it and Kristin I hope you like it. Enjoy!
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Tonight is fantastic. Not only did we win a game but for the first time, my dad had nothing to bitch about. He's gone to the beach house for the night and Mom's been working out of town for weeks so it's another perfect reason to throw a huge party.
Music is blaring, the liquor is flowing, and right now I'm doing body shots off of Bevin. As soon as I stand up, I see Peyton looking made as hell. She turns away from me with a disgusted, "Ugh."
I follow her, making sure she wont leave. She should be having fun. "Hey baby, come here. I need a chaser." I kiss her with my beer in between us and I can't really get good access since she's pushing me away.
"Why don't you spit in my mouth next time? It'd be sexier," she bitches before pushing my chest and walking away.
"Hey," I reply, a bit surprised by what just happened. She marches through the kitchen and I ask her what her problem is.
"What, you mean why won't I let you mount me in front of the entire basketball team after you've already made out with half the cheerleading squad?" Does she even realize I tried to make out with her?
"Yeah, pretty much," I respond even though I know I sound like a douche in doing so.
Peyton's jaw drops and her eyes go wide and I think she might even stomp her foot. "I am so sick of this! All you care about is getting drunk and sex!" I've stopped listening by now. Bridget walks by and her cleavage distracts me. I haven't made out with her yet... maybe I should add her to my list. Peyton notices and hits me again.
"You left out basketball," is my only response.
"No," she begins, shaking her head. "No. I left out that you're an inconsiderate bastard and we are through!"
I try not to laugh. I've heard this many times before. "For 10 minutes this time or until tomorrow? I need to know how to plan my night."
"How does forever work?" She looks serious. I don't know how to respond to that and she continues. "Now you can screw whatever skank you want." She walks away b ut no before pushing me AGAIN.
She stomps off with her arms crossed underneath her chest and I see her talk to Brooke. I take a swig of beer from my blue plastic cup and keep my eyes on them. I notice Brooke smile and motion to two guys in front of her before Peyton says something. I can tell that Peyton's bitchiness must be flowing tonight 'cause Brooke looks pissed off and, if I admit it, hurt.
Brooke walks off and my eyes trail her and notice that she picks up any cup she can, downing the contents of each. My eyes dart back to Peyton who punches the wall before walking out of the house, her blonde curls bouncing with each step. I'm not sure how I feel. Peyton breaks up with me all the time but she never really lashes out at Brooke. Maybe Peyton is serious... maybe we are over.
Am I sad? No, of course not. I'm Nathan fucking Scott, I don't get sad because my bitchy girlfriend broke up with me for the 5th time. Am I pissed off? Yeah I guess. Peyton's so back and forth on this whole 'relationship' that it fucks everything up in my life. Although, I can't really say I'm committed.
I slump down on my couch, still confused as hell and I realize Brooke's next to me nursing another cup. "I'm drunk," she mutters, speech perfected to hide any signs of slurring. She's always been good at that; I think it's because of her lisp she had when we were younger.
"Peyton dumped me," I tell her and myself and it sinks in a little bit. Brooke looks over at me with that gleam in her eyes. I look over at her as well, trying to adjust to this. It's a weird feeling thinking I might actually be done with Peyton Sawyer. Taking up some time with Brooke might not be such a bad idea. We're both angry at the skinny blonde that we might be able to help each other out.
Before I can even register what's going on, she has me pushed against my bedroom door, our mouth's attacking the other's. We pull away to down the rest of our beers and she asks me one more time if Peyton and I really broke up. "Yeah," I answer, my eyes looking her up and down. "Need another drink?" Personally I think we should both slam back a few more because it's going to be hell tomorrow if we remember this.
"No," she says, assured in her clouded judgment. She takes off her pink tank top quickly, leaving her in a pink bra and short jean skirt.
"Woah, never mind. You're good." I think I might start drooling. My eyes look at every curve as she pulls me close to her and I follow her down on to the bed. She tastes so good and I can't believe I'm doing this. Brooke Davis has always been my friend of sorts and to be honest, I'd never thought of touching her before. But dear god I am so glad I am.
I pull away for a second and look over my shoulder. The video camera is up and I get my own dirty thoughts in my head. "Wait," I tell Brooke, climbing off her and going over to the tripod.
"Wait are you doing," she asks curiously.
"Just having a little fun. Don't worry," I assure her.
She nudges me with her shoe and says, "Promise you'll erase it."
"Done." I push the red button and see the little red light turn on, recording what I'm sure to use for a long time. I get back on top of her and she lets out a bunch of giggles in between kisses. Her lip gloss makes my mouth sticky with sweets and it only makes me want her more. I start to move my leg between hers but then she pushes me away.
"Hold on," she says, sitting up on my bed. "No, I can't believe I'm doing this. I would die if anybody saw this Nathan." She looks worried and I touch her leg, running my rough hands up her thigh.
"Don't worry, nobody will ever know." She looks into the camera once more before placing her hand on mine and pushing it further up. My lips return to hers as she moves both her hands to my belt. She undoes the worn leather, undoing the button on my jeans next. I go up her tiny skirt, expecting to meet underwear that match the bra she still has on but am instead met with warm flesh.
Peyton would have never done that.
I start to move my fingers further but stop when her small hands wrap around me. She stokes me softly at first and I pull away, my head ducking down, my eyes closed. It feels amazing.
She pulls away soon after and pulls away from me slightly. Her hand moves to her back and unhooks her bra. I grab it and toss it to the other side of the room. She pushes my pants down with her legs and pulls me closer. We're getting carried away and before we go too far, she pulls a condom out of the pocket on her skirt. She slips it on me quickly, throwing the wrapper on to the floor. It's not like my parents care if they find one, and she knows that.
She slings her legs on to my shoulders and I plunge into her. Brooke Davis feels like heaven. My arms are on either side of her, supporting my weight so that I don't crush her, and she wraps her hands around them. She looks straight at me before turning away.
We are no where near drunk enough for this.
So, she squeezes her eyes shut, and I see her give into this. Pretend I'm just another faceless guy she fucks on a nightly basis. I can tell by the way she licks her bottom lip before biting it and the way she clenches around me that she's close. Moan's start to escape her lips and mine and then it's over.
She takes her legs off of me, and I lay down beside her. She kicks off her shoes that managed to stay on through it all. We are both breathing heavy and it's quiet for a while. When our sweaty bodies start to adjust to the unusually cold room that we're in, Brooke pulls my blanket out from underneath her and wraps herself in it. She offers me some and I take it, getting closer to her so we can fit.
"Do you need a ride home," I ask and she tries to shrug.
"My parents are gone again. I've been hanging out with Peyton and her dad for the most part," she says quietly, her face now nothing like it was when I was inside her. She looks so young and then I remember that we are only 15. I start to think that we're too young for this.
"When did they leave?"
"August." It's May. I remember why we act like this now. We don't have parents to raise us or tell us any different. She looks so sad that it hurts me. I wonder if Peyton knows how fucked up Brooke is, if she even takes a second to ask.
"You can crash here if you want," I offer and she half laughs.
"So that when your dad comes home tomorrow I can hear you get chewed out for something and have your mom look at us disapprovingly? I think I'll pass." I smile sadly because it's true. She shivers a little and I wrap my arms around her. "Do you wanna get out of here?"
"And go where?" She kinks an eyebrow and then shrugs.
"Anywhere but here?" I think for a moment then nod. Any where's better than home.
We get dressed and Brooke tells me she'll meet me downstairs and push out whoever is left over from the party. I remember that the video camera is running. I go over and stop it. When we come back I'll push it to the back of my closet. I don't want to remember this.
Brooke Davis is my friend. And she may be one hell of a time in bed, but that's not what I'm gonna remember about her tomorrow. I'm gonna remember that even though she is an Uber Bitch Cheerleader and resident Queen Bee at Tree Hill High, she is still that lost little girl with the lisp I met in the 1st grade. Her parents still don't care and criticize her when they come around, like mine. And that when she wants to be, she can show the beauty she has on the inside. You just have to dig.
When I go downstairs she smiles at me and I wrap my arm around her waist. We get into her car and drive off to the park we used to play at when we were little. I already know neither of us are gonna mention this night ever again and I'm extremely okay with that. We spend most of the night swinging lightly in the wind and talking about everything but home.
And when she goes to sleep in the back of her car once it gets too cold, I sit and think if she'll ever get better. If either of us will get better. If we're strong enough to rise above all of it.