Author- Emily-Grace Mendes (Brookebynature)

Disclaimer- I don't own the characters or the show, only this story.

A/N- Again, a huge thank you to everyone who has reviewd, I love reading them. Hope you enjoy this xxx

Play The Game

Play Fast

The party was almost in full swing by the time Brooke got there. Only almost, because for a proper party in Tree Hill, Brooke Davis had to be there, partly as the girl for the guys to lust after, partly to add drama. And Brooke did both with ease.

Three guys offered her a drink when she walked into Nathan's kitchen, and she accepted. All three. Downing the shots of vodka, one after another, receiving cheers from the occupants in the kitchen, Brooke spied Nathan and Peyton across the room.

"What's up guys?" she let her arm hang loosely around Peyton's shoulders, but she quickly shrugged it off, earning confused looks from both Brooke and Nathan.

"It's called a party Brooke" Nathan told her, taking a swig of beer from the bottle. Used to Nathan's sarcasm, Brooke raised one eyebrow and turned her attention solely to Peyton.

"Not very talkative tonight goldilocks"

"Maybe I don't want to talk" Peyton muttered, making sure that Brooke could hear her.

Brooke shrugged "Fair enough"

The door opened, and the blonde boy entering instantly caught Brooke's attention. She leaned in so that Peyton could feel her breath on her neck. "But don't complain that you can't talk to me when I'm in bed with that" She pointed to Lucas, making his way to the kitchen. Nathan looked up, his eyes showing anger, and his fists clenching to prove it.

"Who the hell invited that jerk?"

"I did" Brooke told him, grabbing the bottle of beer out of his hand and taking a large swig, handing it back to Nathan when she had finished. "Do you have a problem with that?"

"Yeah, it's a party Brooke, not a losers convention."

Brooke looked over at Lucas who seemed unusually popular for a new guy. He was wearing jeans and a blue sweater, accentuating his blue eyes, which Brooke could clearly see, even though the vodka shots were starting to make her head a little fuzzy.

"He hardly looks like a loser to me."

Making her way across the room, Brooke aimed to accidentally brush past him, maybe cause him to spill his drink, turn around, shout at her. She liked a when hot guys got angry, it just seemed to make them even hotter.

But her plan was thwarted by some red-haired girl who had gotten there first, and skipped Brooke's first step, which would have been the initial meeting while flirting. Come to think of it, the girl had skipped several stages as Brooke watched her lips captivate Lucas', and he didn't seem to be pulling away.

It didn't matter. Just because that girl had kissed Lucas, it didn't automatically mean that he was hers. He was still fair game. And boy did Brooke know how to play the game.

"I need to borrow you for a minute" she wasted no time in waiting for a reply from Lucas as she had moved in between him and the red-haired girl, resting her hands lightly on his chest as she flashed him a dimpled smile.

"I'm busy" he told her.

"Too busy for me?"

He shook his head and gave her a grin. All guys were the same: powerless before Brooke Davis.

Not giving the red-haired girl a second glance, Lucas let Brooke take his hand and lead him to the some room at the back of the house. It didn't really seem to house anything in particular, just trophies, a few plaques, odd gym equipment and cardboard boxes.

"So what did you need my help with?" he asked, raising his eyebrows as she leant back against a box, twirling a strand of her brunette hair around her finger.

"This" she turned around and swept her hair off of her back, revealing a plunging neckline of her silk top, showing a lot of skin, and a red bra.

"I can't reach the clasp to undo it" Brooke told him, making sure to catch his eye once more before he stepped closer to her, placing his hands on her soft skin. "And it's really uncomfortable" She bit her lip, so as not to moan as she felt his fingertips graze the red material slowly, teasing her every step of the way.

"You're good at this" Brooke told Lucas as she felt him undo the clasp, keeping his hands on her back in order to keep the bra around her.

He shrugged and grinned a little "I've had a lot of practise."

"Guess you should show me what you can do then." she turned around, letting the strapless bra slip down to her waist as she pulled it out from under the silky material of her top, winking at Lucas as he stepped a little closer.

He stopped, just far away from her so that their lips weren't touching, but close enough so that she could feel his warm breath causing goose bumps to appear on her skin. She closed her eyes and leant in further, almost meeting his lips with hers, but he moved so that he could whisper in her ear

"I can play the game too."

And then he left her standing there, the bra dangling from her hand as her mouth was left open yet again, both shocked yet impressed at the way he had her wanting him so badly.

The next time she saw him again, Brooke was on her seventh shot of vodka, words slurring from her mouth as she told some girl how much she loved her. Lucas laughed and shook his head, winking in Brooke's direction which was enough to send her anger levels into overdrive.

She marched into the middle of the living room, which, during their stint in the back room, had seemingly turned into a dance floor, packed with teens grinding sexily up against one another, guys with girls, girls with girls, guys standing around the edges watching.

"You're back" Lucas stated, taking a swig from the bottle of beer he held in his left hand.

"Thanks for stating the obvious asshole"

He chuckled a little, trying to keep his cool while looking at the brunette, whose red top mixed with no bra and smudged eyeliner was turning him further by the second.

"So you've ditched the compliments and moved onto insults have you?"

Brooke's nostrils flared as he continued to watch her while sipping on the beer, until she could stand it no longer, grabbing him by the blue sweater he was wearing as she pressed her lips firmly up against his.

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