Okay, so this chapter should be better than the first, seeing as something actually happens in this one…hopefully anyway! Enjoy!
Chapter TwoA couple of hours later and everything had finally been unpacked, after Mouth had agreed to house the remainder of Brooke's wardrobe in his closet, and the group were collapsed on the comfy sofas in the cabin's living room.
'Okay, I'm bored,' Brooke announced to the room in general, applying the last lick of pink polish to her little toenail and screwing the lid back on the bottle. 'What are we doing now?'
A collective shrug passed around the room in response and Brooke groaned in annoyance. 'Come on,' she wheedled, 'we've gotta do something.'
'Well Rachel and I are going to find the nearest supermarket and get us some food', Mouth offered, 'you can join us if you want?'
Brooke made a face. 'Ugh, food shopping, I don't think so. Anyone else?'
'Umm, well actually I think I'm gonna take a nap,' Haley stretched and got to her feet. 'James didn't sleep well last night, so I'm pretty exhausted.' Seeing Brooke's horrified expression the young mother laughed and continued, 'but don't worry Brooke, Deb's coming over to take the little monster later so we can make full use of the hot tub without fear of your games corrupting my baby.'
'Hmm, well I suppose that's okay then', Brooke nodded, satisfied that at least plans for that night seemed to be progressing. 'Off you go then tutor-mom, you need to be all rested up for the fun I've got planned.' She waggled her eyebrows suggestively at her friend, who simply rolled her eyes and left the room, blowing a kiss to her husband as she did so. 'P. Sawyer?' Brooke continued, 'what about you?'
'Sorry Brooke, but I think I'm gonna go for a nap too,' the blonde answered apologetically. 'I didn't sleep well last night either.'
'Really didn't need to know that Goldilocks,' Brooke joked, pulling a disgusted face to hide the momentary flash of hurt that burned across her heart as she realised exactly why her best friend had been up all night. 'Fine, go, be boring, I'll just have to rely on these two for entertainment. Or, on second thoughts,' she countered, as Lucas picked up a basketball and headed out to the yard, 'maybe I'll just spend some time with my gorgeous godson.'
'Would you, Brooke?' Nathan butted in hopefully. 'Watch James I mean?'
'Well, it's not exactly the exciting afternoon I was hoping for…' she pretended to consider her options, enjoying the begging look on Nathan's face. 'But, I suppose we could watch Daddy beat Uncle Luke, couldn't we sweetheart?' This last to the gurgling infant as she picked up his carrycot and followed Nathan outside.
A little while later the Scott brothers were happily competing in a game of one-on-one, whilst Brooke sat on a sunlounger and watched, baby James cooing contentedly on her lap.
'Give me a D, give me an A, give me a D, give me another D, give me a Y, what do you get? DADDY!' Brooke cheered quietly, gently moving James's arms into the correct positions as the baby giggled helplessly. 'Yay, that's my boy,' she laughed, dropping a kiss on the infant's head.
'Brooke, what are you doing to my nephew?' Lucas's voice cut through the pair's giggles and she looked up. 'You can't make him into a cheerleader, that's just wrong!'
'I think you'll find I can Broody, it's in my rights as godmother,' Brooke smirked. 'Although I am waiting for Karen to let me watch Lily, I think she'll be easier to teach.'
'Great, my sister, the next Brooke Davis,' Lucas laughed, shaking his head. 'God help me!'
Brooke stuck her tongue out at the older Scott in mock hurt. 'Well someone's gotta teach her about the fun things in life,' she countered. 'With you as a big brother and Peyton around all the time the poor kid's gonna grow up depressed! So she needs Auntie Brooke to keep her sane, isn't that right gorgeous?' she asked the little boy sitting on her lap, who looked up at her and gurgled in agreement. 'See, James knows I'm right,' the brunette told the baby's uncle. 'He knows I'm gonna be the cool aunt who'll tell him and Lily all about S-E-X and-'
'Brooke!' Nathan's voice cut through her proclamations. 'You are not telling my one-month old son about S-E-X!'
'Relax tutor-daddy,' Brooke giggled, hugging the little boy closer. 'I'm telling him nothing yet; it can wait a few months. Although,' she added off Nathan's glare,' he is a Scott after all, maybe I should tell him now, with those genes he could be knocking girls up before he can walk. And God knows we don't need any more Scott boys in this world!'
'Oh I dunno about that Davis,' Rachel's body appeared in the screen doors leading to the back yard, her arms filled with grocery bags. 'You have slept with all the existing Scotts, you could probably use some fresh meat. Apart from Daddy-Dan that is, but now he's locked up you might have to write that one off as a lost cause.'
'Eww!' A look of horror crossed Brooke's face, matching the expressions of Lucas and Nathan upon hearing Rachel's words. 'Don't worry baby,' she told James, 'Auntie Rachel's a little bit insane, there's no way Auntie Brooke would have S-E-X with Grandpa Dan.' Uncle Lucas though…Brooke bit her lip, trying too late to prevent the thought crossing her mind. Thankfully, though, Haley chose that moment to reappear, picking James off Brooke's lap and showering him with kisses.
'How's my gorgeous boy?' Haley asked her son. 'Have you been good for Auntie Brooke?' she continued, looking to her friend for the answer.
'Don't worry Hales, he's been an angel,' Brooke reassured the anxious mother. 'We watched Daddy and Uncle Luke play basketball, didn't we sweetheart?'
'And Brooke taught our son how to cheer,' Nathan added, clearly concerned about James's future sexuality, but Haley only laughed, as did Brooke.
'Well, you shouldn't have made me godmother then boy toy,' the brunette taunted, as Haley consoled her husband with a quick peck on his pouting lips.
'Yeah, why did we do that again Hales?' Nathan asked his wife half-seriously, but his question was answered for him as Brooke once again removed James from his mother's arms and carried him inside, muttering something about the little boy needing his diaper changing before mad-Grandma Deb came to pick him up.
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'You know, for a chick with a fat ass, you sure can rock a bikini Davis,' Rachel noted as her friend came out of the bathroom dressed in a red halter neck number that perfectly accentuated her curves.
'Thanks bitch,' Brooke responded, 'you too…although I'm a little worried, won't all the plastic make you sink?'
'Plastic floats Brooke,' Haley told her friend, wandering into the hall to join them with a towel wrapped self-consciously around her mid-section. 'But interesting point though, maybe if we put her in the sea she'll float away.'
'Ooh, good plan Hales,' Peyton joined the conversation as Brooke laughed at her friend's comment, 'lets do it.'
'Ugh, whatever, you're just jealous because I look better in a bikini than you do,' Rachel rejoindered.
'Rachel, I gave birth a month ago,' Haley pointed out, 'I'm not supposed to look good in a bikini.'
'Aww, you look hot tutor-mom,' Brooke said, placing a reassuring arm around the smaller girl's shoulders. 'But lose the towel, you've got nothing to hide…or maybe you do,' she exclaimed as Haley timidly let the towel drop to the floor. 'Freaking hell tutor-mom, you've got bigger boobs than me now!'
'She's right Hales,' Peyton agreed as Haley blushed furiously. 'Hmmm,' the blonde continued, looking down at her own chest as the girls began to wander out to the hot tub, 'maybe I'll have to have a kid, it's probably cheaper than a boob job, right Rach?'
'Nah, I wouldn't bother Pey,' Rachel opined in an unusually nice tone, but shooting a wicked glance at Brooke as she did so. 'I mean, Lucas is clearly happy with what he's got, right?'
Peyton nodded uncertainly, not sure where the redhead was going with this.
'Which is surprising really,' Rachel continued. 'I mean, didn't you tell me, Brooke, that your boobs were Lucas's favourite part of you?' Off Brooke's warning glare Rachel laughed, and carried on with her teasing. 'Wasn't there something about licking whipped cream off your nipples? You remember, you said it turned you on so much you had to-'
'Okay Rachel, that's enough,' Brooke screamed out in panic, getting the attention of the guys who were already in the hot tub. 'Umm, I need a drink, back in a sec.' And with that she ran back into the house, hoping to hide her embarrassment from the others.
'What was all that about?' Lucas asked his girlfriend as she climbed into the hot tub next to him.
'Oh, nothing, Rachel was just being a bitch,' Peyton told him, trying to put the disturbing image of her boyfriend licking her best friend's breasts out of her mind.
'Okay, no change there then,' Lucas murmured in reply, but he remained distracted by the brunette whose silhouette he could see pacing around in the kitchen. It seemed odd, but Lucas could have sworn he recognised the look on Brooke's face just before she ran inside. It was one he'd seen many times before; generally when he had certain parts of her body in his mouth: she looked incredibly aroused.
And incredibly arousing. Lucas's heart beat slightly faster as Brooke re-emerged from the kitchen, clutching a bottle of vodka and a pile of plastic shot glasses in her hand. She looked stunning in the red bikini she wore, and Lucas forced thoughts of Peyton into his head in an attempt to prevent his mind from remembering other times she'd worn the same bikini, and, more importantly, times when she'd taken it off. For a second he pondered the irony of the fact that he was thinking about his girlfriend to stop himself from being turned on, but then Brooke slid into the seat opposite him, giving him a perfect view of her cleavage, and suddenly such musings didn't seem all that important.
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'Funny, Davis,' Rachel pouted as she downed her shot. 'But revenge is sweet. Okay, I never…slept with my teacher.'
For a second there was silence, and then the friends, minus Lucas, who sat with a dour expression on his face, burst out in hysterical laughter as Brooke picked up her glass and downed yet another shot. 'Bitch,' she muttered in annoyance, 'I'm gonna be so hungover tomorrow.'
'Okay, okay,' Nathan laughed, 'I'm not sure I wanna know, but I've gotta ask. Who? When? Why?'
Infectious giggles overtook the group as Brooke groaned and buried herself as far under the water as she could without losing the ability to breathe. 'Chavez,' she mumbled finally, to the sound of increasing laughter. 'I met him in a bar, he told me he was a male model, I told him my name was Peyton…and then I went to English the next morning, and poof, there he was!'
'So it was just a one night thing then?' Nathan asked, having assumed the role of interrogator.
'Ummm,' Brooke hid her face in her hands, 'not exactly…'
The laughter increased as Rachel took it upon herself to relay how she had watched Brooke sneak out to their teacher's car every night, whilst Brooke moaned feebly in protest. 'Okay, how did I not know about this?' Peyton questioned laughingly, turning to her best friend.
'We weren't exactly on speaking terms at the time Blondie,' the brunette reminded her friend. 'It was just after Lucas and I broke up…the second time…and, well, you know…'
'Well it's good to know you got over me so quickly,' Lucas spoke for the first time since Brooke's revelation, his words coming out slightly more harshly than intended. 'But carry on, what happened?' he continued, unable to stop the venom creeping further into his voice. 'Let me guess, he found it difficult to completely open up after his father killed his uncle so you got bored and dumped him?'
A collective gasp went around the group. Brooke blinked furiously, desperate to hide the tears threatening to escape at Lucas's harsh words. Exhaling slowly, she lifted her eyes to meet his and, trying to keep her voice calm answered his question. 'Firstly, that isn't why we broke up, and you know it. And secondly, I broke up with Chavez because I caught him cheating on me. You'd have liked her actually,' she persisted bravely, anger rising up inside her now, 'she was blonde, skinny, you know, your type.' Peyton, sitting beside Lucas, had the grace to blush. 'But I suppose I should be grateful, ' Brooke finished, standing up and moving to the edge of the hot tub, yet never taking her flashing eyes of Lucas's blue ones, 'the girl Chavez was screwing was just one of my models, not my best friend.'
And with that, a sob finally escaped, and Brooke ran back into the house, followed rapidly by Haley who stopped only to give Lucas a dirty look before chasing after her friend. Leaning back against the walls of the hot tub, Lucas sighed. Fuck.