Alright! I am so, so, so sorry that this story took forever to update. Honestly, I feel awful but I finally got this chapter to where I liked it, so I finally posted it. I didn't want to give you guys a crappy chapter, especially this one. I have to amdit that I've been busy with my other story but I have Rose working on it so that I can work on this one!

Note: I will be taking down Not Ready for Goodbye for a while. I have major writer's block with that one and I want to finish my other two stories. I will put it back up eventually but I just can't write any chapters for it right now. Thanks.

So, go on and read chapter twenty-one. I hope you enjoy it! :D

The tiny brunette threw another outfit to the ground for the fourth time before she collapsed on her bed. She groaned when she checked the time and flipped over to lay on her stomach; it was already so close.

So close to the time when she had to go out with the asshole that was Felix. She really did hate him but if this got to Lucas then it was worth it. She just couldn't help it when she began doubting it the night before; ironically, she didn't want to hurt him.

"Shit," she cursed when the time seemed to speed up five minutes. She had about half an hour left and she still hadn't found anything to wear. It wasn't even for Felix, it was for Lucas. Which, if her plans went well, would be with her by the end of the night.

Just as she went to get up, her phone vibrated and she sat right back down, grabbing her cell and flipping it open.

It was from Peyton. Change of plans B. Davis.

She sent a message back asking her what she meant, hoping that Peyton hadn't changed the entire night. She had already run the first plan through her head a million times; she didn't think she could handle a second one.

Her phone vibrated again. Were going to a party. It'll be more subtle.

Subtle for who? She was already nervous enough and she didn't even want to be seen with Felix, the man whore or whatever they called men who were sluts these days. She laughed quietly to herself before she went to dig through her closet again.

As she sifted through her mess of a closet, she found herself wondering about what Lucas would like or what color he liked her to wear. She eventually snapped out of it and settled on a mid-thigh red dress.

Just as she was finishing her hair, she heard a knock on the door. She looked at the mirror, took a deep breath, and left the bathroom. She grabbed her purse on the way out and went downstairs to open the door.

She was greeted with the dark-skinned boy himself. "Hi Felix."

He smiled. "Hey baby." If he thought he was charming, he was so off. She smiled at him anyway and he led her to his car.

"There's a change of plans," she said as she sat down in the car. "Instead of the movies, we're going to a party. Is that alright?" He didn't really have a choice anyway.

"That's fine," he said with a wink and Brooke hoped to God that this plan went well. Besides, she didn't know how long she could deal with Felix and his supposed charming smiles that didn't do anything for her.

"Lucas!" Peyton knocked on the bathroom door for the tenth time. He had been in there for nearly half an hour and she was getting frustrated. "It's just a party."

He stepped out and even she had to admit that he looked good. "I know that Peyton."

She caught onto his tone. "Don't be a smart ass. We're probably already late." She knew she was overreacting but she was nervous about the plan. She told Brooke that she wasn't but she didn't want to see her best friend get hurt again.

"It's just getting dark."

"So," she muttered. "You need to get out anyway."

"Yeah, that's exactly what I need these days."

She frowned. "Don't be an ass tonight Luke. I'm being serious; this is for your health."

"My health?"

She smiled slightly. "Er, yeah. You stay inside too much." He nodded, laughing and then she punched him lightly in the arm. "Don't laugh!"

He continued his mocking before she was about to blow her top. He stopped and she smiled in satisfaction before nearly shoving him out the front door. He was just glad that his mom wasn't home for the weekend or they wouldn't have gotten out that easily.

They got into Lucas' car and Peyton was trying to calm herself. "What's wrong with you?" He had noticed that she had been a little tense.

"I'm just...excited for the party!" He didn't buy it but he let it go for now. "Let's go!" He did as he was told and backed out, heading toward the party.

Brooke had nearly jumped out of the car when they reached the party; she couldn't take his groping and his stupid pick-up lines any longer. Sure, she had to fake it but she was close to hurting him.

The boy just didn't know when to stop! When she felt an arm go around her waist, she turned and was greeted with the idiot. They walked into the party together and she noticed that a few people turned to look at them and then go back to gossiping to their friends.

She rolled her eyes and looked around for her best friend. But Felix caught on that her attention was not on him anymore. "Who are you looking for baby?" She hated that pet name.

"Nobody." She was glad when he turned and began to talk to a few of his other friends but he still kept a firm grip on her waist.

When she thought that Peyton bailed out, she heard her name being called and saw a head full of bouncy blond curls coming through the crowd.

"Peyton!" Peyton could detect the anger and boredom in her friend's voice. When she saw what was wrong, she smiled pitifully. Felix still hadn't noticed her.

"I'm sorry but hey I got Luke here."

"You did?" Brooke popped her head up and looked for him. She caught him talking to a few girls and her jealousy kicked in. Peyton noticed this and placed a hand on her arm. Brooke broke her stare and looked at Peyton.

"What?"

"Don't be jealous," she told her. "He's all yours."

Brooke relaxed slightly but when she looked again, her body tensed. "He's coming." She caught his stare and they both watched each other, waiting for one to make a move but neither did.

"Hey Brooke," he said angrily at seeing Felix's arm around her waist. The tan boy finally turned and noticed two new people; one in particular that he didn't like.

"Lucas," he greeted.

Lucas looked at him and nodded, not saying a word and keeping his eyes on Brooke. She blushed under his gaze and he smiled a bit. She noticed this and smiled back while Felix sat there, watching them.

He decided that he wasn't going to let Lucas mess with his date. "Do you want to go get a drink Brooke?" Brooke broke the gaze she had with Lucas and looked over at her date. She then remembered that she was here with a purpose and she nodded, smiling.

She excused herself from Lucas and Peyton before Lucas curled his hands into fists and Peyton sighed.

"I hate that guy," Lucas said quietly but Peyton had heard it; hell, she was on his side. She hated Felix just as much as he did, if not more.

Brooke followed Felix into the kitchen where he made their drinks and she stood to the side, talking to a girl she knew from school. If she had been looking, she would have seen the tiny pill that he broke and dropped into the drink. If she had been looking, she would have seen his cruel smile and knew something was up.

The only problem? She wasn't looking and she didn't suspect that her drink had been spiked. She just grabbed the cup and gradually sipped it, wondering why the taste was tangier than usual.

It was nights like these that made Brooke glad that her parents weren't always around. It was nights like these that made her happy that the house was empty. She giggled when Felix whispered into her ear. She didn't even know why she was feeling this way; she had only had about one and half drinks. She shouldn't have felt that sluggish or that happy.

"Felix," she whispered. "You are so funny." Inside, she cursed herself but she no longer controlled her words or the slur that came with them. She shouldn't even be wasted yet. She hadn't planned on being wasted either.

Maybe the drink was stronger than usual? She ignored her thoughts and looked around the room when Felix turned to talk to another girl. Her slightly blurred vision picked up shapes and colors but she realized that she was having a harder time seeing people or details; everything was just so blurry.

Lucas watched her from across the room. She looked confused or drunk? He didn't know which because she had only had one drink from what he saw and that wasn't enough for even Brooke to get drunk off of.

Her body swayed slightly and if his worry hadn't increased, he would have found it sensual. In fact, he had thought that about her all night but he kept his thoughts to himself, knowing that she was with someone else that night.

He noticed that she was squinting and the confusion switched over to him. What the hell was she squinting for? She rubbed her eyes and blinked a couple of times as if she couldn't see and he wondered exactly how many drinks she had had while he wasn't looking.

His eyes watched her until he felt a hand on his arm and his concentration broke. "Why aren't you having fun?"

He rolled his eyes. "I think there's something wrong with Brooke."

Peyton looked over at her friend and saw her blink a few more times. "She looks a little tired."

"No," he muttered. "Just the way that she's been sitting there."

"Yeah, she's just been sitting there," she laughed. "I don't think she's doing anything."

"Peyton..." he warned and she sighed, looked at Brooke and watched as she swayed a bit.

"Is she drunk?"

"She only had one drink from what I saw." Peyton nodded and looked at the cup in Brooke's hand. Then she saw Felix scoot closer to her and whisper something inaudible to her and Lucas.

Brooke giggled when Felix got closer to her. "You want to go upstairs?" She may have been whatever she was but she still didn't like him.

"No, not r-really." He frowned but decided to press the subject further.

"We can just lay down and talk or something," he lied. He had things planned other than talking and laying there.

"Really?" She knew that she shouldn't believe him but laying down on a comfy bed sounded good right then. She smiled and nodded. He smiled, grabbed her hand, and began to lead her upstairs.

Lucas watched as Felix had to practically carry her up the stairs. He didn't like what was going on and his anger increased when Felix turned and winked at him before he disappeared upstairs.

"Where did she go?" Peyton asked, who had left for a second before returning with a bottled water.

"With Felix," he said angrily as he stared at the stairs that the two were on seconds earlier.

Felix led Brooke to the farthest room and once they got in, he locked the door and stepped closer to her before placing his hands on her waist. She smiled and had to place her hands on his shoulders for support.

She wobbled slightly when he placed a kiss on her neck. "No," she muttered but her words were drowned out by the loud music from downstairs.

"What's the matter baby?" He said, letting his hands roam her body. She tried to push him away but he wouldn't budge.

"Felix, n-no." She felt sick to her stomach and her mind was clouded with random thoughts that confused her. "Felix."

"What sweetie?" The pet names only raised her nausea level. She tried to push him away again but he turned her around and pushed her against the wall before his hands went back to roaming her body, stopping a few times on her leg.

"S-stop..." He ignored her and slid his hand farther up her leg. She attempted to push him off for the third time but he got fed up and grabbed both of her hands.

"What's wrong? You don't want me?" She was afraid of what answer she should give him. She didn't want to get hurt and he seemed to be in that type of mood. When she felt him grab her thigh tighter, she felt the tears coming.

"No, no, no, no..."

"Shut up!" She put her lips together immediately and let him grope her; it wasn't gentle either. Her tears began to fall quickly and she wanted to yell. And she did.

"Help," she tried but she found her voice was quieter than usual. Her eyes were also blurring more and her head seemed to be running in fifty different directions. Her body felt light-weight but she could still feel his hands touching her; she felt dirty but she couldn't do anything.

She tried to push him off again when his hand went to far but he just pushed her hand away and it fell limply at her side. She whimpered and he kissed her roughly. She felt like she couldn't even control her body anymore.

"F-Felix, don't p-please," she pleaded but he ignored her, pushing the strap of her dress down and making her tears come down faster in fear and anger. Her tears came down so fast that she found herself coughing and trying to wipe them away.

She didn't want this to happen and she knew that something was wrong with her body but she couldn't do anything about it. He was obviously too strong for her, so she didn't even try to stop him anymore.

Then she thought of Lucas but her mind was so clouded that he slipped out of her mind quicker than his image had come. "Lucas..."

Felix looked up. "What did you just say?"

She couldn't control her words. "Lucas..." She felt a sting on her cheek and her hand went to it, trying to soothe the pain.

"You bitch. You will say my name only!" She nodded, afraid that he would do worse the next time and he grabbed her, throwing her on the bed, her body acting as a rag doll.

Her tears flowed like a river as he got above her and began to unbuckle his pants. She couldn't even move with him pinning her down. She didn't want this to happen. She kept telling herself that she would be fine but it was hard convincing herself.

"No." Her efforts didn't do a thing and she gave up trying to stop him with action or with her words.

Suddenly, when she had given up, she felt him being lifted off of her and she heard a few noises before she felt herself being lifted. She punched and hit as hard as she could, which wasn't very hard, and tried to get away from the person.

"Brooke, it's me. It's Lucas. It's okay, I have you." Her eyes widened, trying to see his face, but it was too blurred. She heard his voice though and she knew it was him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hid her face in his chest.

"Lucas..." That was the last thing she said before she met the darkness and her body collapsed against him.

Eh or nah? Tell me if you liked it. It makes me smile and keeps me writing :D

Okay, I'm sorry again that I had taken so long. There might be one more chapter, three tops but I don't know just yet. I had to re-write this chapter about three times before I was satisfied.

Haley: Wow, you're really good!

Chris: Yeah, I know.