"Many, many people confuse sex with true love. Sex attracts, but physical attraction alone cannot bind two people happily together for very long.
Sex is very intimate at the physical level, but there may not be much personal or emotional depth involved."
Adam had gotten us into the house, which was empty. The party was outside, but Cooper had apparently given Adam a set of keys. Why he had planned this in advance, I don't know, but I just followed him up the stairs. I was nervous about what would happen, but I knew how to say no. My mom, despite her bitchiness, had taught me well.
We got up to the master bedroom. It was dimly lit and the bed was a king sized one. Adam sat down on it, smiling goofily. The boy was clearly drunk.
"Come here," he said ushering me toward him. I walked towards him and straddled him. I dove in to kiss him. It started off innocently, just a soft kiss, but he pulled me in harder. The kiss became more passionate. He slowly started to lift off my shirt. He moved his hands up and down my body. He unhooked my bra and slowly slipped it off me. He pulled back from the kiss to remove his own shirt. I unbuttoned his pants, thinking that this was just innocent fun.
He put his hand on the back of my head and kissed me hard. He began to ease himself out of his pants and boxers. That's when it hit me. He didn't just want to kiss me.
"Woah," I said pulling back.
"What?" he said confused.
"We're not having sex here, buddy," I said realizing what he probably thought this was. To me, it was just fun, but to most guys, this was the lead into something more intense than a make out session.
"Um, why not?"
"Because, I'm not like that..."
"Not from what I've heard..." he smiled a smile that only a true asshole could form.
Tears welled up in the back of my eyes. Is that what everyone thought of me? That I was a slut? I got off of his lap and re-hooked my bra quicky. I threw my shirt back on.
"Well, you heard wrong," I said, tears in my eyes. I stormed out of the room leaving Adam practically naked, and alone.
I ran down the stairs as tears began to slowly run down my cheeks. I finally reached the door we had came in through. I went outside and quickly looked for someone, anyone, I knew. I couldn't find Peyton and Nathan was out of sight. Tears began falling faster. That's when he saw me.
"By leaning just beyond your fear, you challenge your limits compassionately, without trying to escape the feeling of fear itself."
He ran toward me seeing me cry.
"What's wrong?" he said putting his hand on my cheek. I let myself sink into him. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close.
"Can we get out of here?" I whispered, still buried in his chest.
"Yeah, sure," he said soothingly. I closed my eyes as I wiped my face. I re-opened them to see Lucas's hand reached out, waiting for me to place my hand in his.
Nervously, I placed my tiny hand into his big, comforting one. I put my head down as we walked, embarassed of myself. He led me strongly and quickly seeing how upset I was. When we reached his car, I broke down. I began to sob.
He placed his hand around my shoulder and pulled me into him. "You're gonna be fine, I promise..." he said soothingly, although he had no idea what had happened.
I looked up at him, tears still flowing. "He wanted... to have sex... so I said no, and that... that I wasn't like that... and you know what he fucking said? He said that he's heard that I am like that! That fucking bastard..." I said angrily.
"Well, he's completely wrong, if that makes anything better. You're amazing, and just 'cause some people can't see it, then.. fuck them. Their loss," he smiled gently and rubbed my back.
"Do you say this to every girl Lucas? Or is this a new line? Maybe you should write it down so you can use it on someone else too," I retailiated, taking my anger out on him. "Make sure you include 'rub her back.' It really adds to the 'sincerity' of it all."
He sighed. "It's not like that Brooke. You wanna know the truth?"
"Is this the real truth, or is this another emotional Lucas Scott confession that you think will help you to get in my pants?"
"It's the real truth, I promise," he said, taking a deep breath. "Ever since you got here, you've intimidated me. No girl has ever made me feel inferior to them, do you know that? I'm so used to being sure of myself, and getting whatever girl I want. And yeah, we kissed, but you're so different from these other girls. You're amazing, and you're smart, and you seem so sure of yourself, even when I know you're nervous, and you're beautiful and you scare me shitless. And when we kissed at the beach party, I felt it. I know I played my dumb-ass games on you, but I don't know any other way! It comes naturally and it sucks. It's like you have this hold on me, and I can't help but put up my defenses, my walls, because I'm afraid I'm not good enough for you. I already dissapointed you and you make me want to change. And I want to change, I want to be the guy that tells you you're incredible, and makes you feel incredible, but I just... I just don't know how to be."
I looked deeply into his eyes. Someone once told me that the truth is in someone's eyes. He looked so weak as he said all this to me. It's like he had given me a part of him. His eyes reflected something I hadn't seen in him ever before. Something deeper than the average Lucas Scott. It was as if he was struggling with telling me all of this. He wasn't used to wearing his heart on his sleeve.
I didn't know what to say. I wanted to tell him what I felt when I was with him, but I wasn't sure if I could trust him. Not yet at least.
Thinking I had no response for him, he sighed. "Okay then..." he said nervously. "I guess I'll just take you home..." He started the ignition.
I grabbed his necklace and pulled him in so our faces were almost touching. You know, sometimes, you don't need words, you just need to feel it. Our noses grazed gently. He moved in closer to me and ran his hand through my hair, until he rested it on the back of my head. He pulled me in. Our lips touched and we kissed softly, for a moment. He looked at me, as if to say, "is this okay?"
I nodded and our lips crashed. He kissed me hard, and pulled me closer. I felt his tongue graze my lips, easing them open slightly. Butterflies filled my stomach and suddenly I realized, I was willing to give him a second chance. I wanted this to work. We continued kissing, our hands both running all over one another's bodies. But, I wasn't letting my hormones get in the way of something that I knew should move slowly. He ran his hand from my hair slowly down my neck.
He pulled back from the kiss slowly. I looked into his gorgeous blue eyes. They were staring directly into my dark brown ones.
"I'm the guy for you, Brooke Davis. And I know I hurt you, last time we were... whatever we were," he smiled, "but I promise I...---"
"Just shutup," I said and pulled him in for another kiss.
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Did you guys like the chapter!? I'm updating quickly 'cause I'd rather have a few reviews on each chapter and get the story done than wait for 29435854 reviews and not finish by the time I leave. There's gonna be another few chapters, we'll see how many I have time for... It's basically just gonna be closure. It may be a little graphic, so be prepared. :) I don't think I'm gonna do a sequel, so I'm probably gonna start a new story and post the first chapter before I leave (to keep you on the edge of your seat! hehehe)!! Reviews are loved! xoxoxoxo