Chapter three- Life is a perception of your own reality.
It's been about two weeks since Peyton and I locked lips. We never really talked about, she played it off and I decided not to make a big scene knowing Peyton doesn't work well under pressure. I guess things are still moderately normal, well as normal as they could be. Everyday from then on I swallowed the feeling telling me to kiss her again back down my throat. Some day she would come around.
I pull my head up from the desk where I slept for the past hour of class as the bell signaled for us to go to lunch. I pulled my bag over my shoulder and walked through the hallway and out to the bench I usually went to, but today it was occupied. I scowled and raised an eyebrow at the redheaded girl sitting in my seat. She looked up at me, getting the hint but she stayed planted on the bench. "That's my bench." I said as the girl scoffed and replied with confidence in her voice "Really? I don't see your name on it" she mock-looked for the name. I pull a pen out of my pocket and with out saying a word I mark my name down on the side of the bench then toss the pen to the floor. "There you go skank." She half smirked and bit her lip "Okay-" she scans the name written on the bench "Brooke." She stood up from the bench in front of me, too close for comfort and breathed the words down my neck "I'll be seeing you." As she mysteriously walks away.
I'm home from school now, lying on my bed. I sat there and rolled thoughts around in my head until I didn't feel like thinking anymore. I got up from my bed, slipping into some shoes and headed out the door and surprising back to school. I figured I'd go sit in the gym and try to come up with some new cheer moves. But as I walk through the doors I noticed her again, the red headed girl from lunch was once again in my spot. I cough hoping she notices as I approach her. She pulls her attention away from what she was doing and looks up towards me "So we meet again" she grinned at me in a not so innocent manor. I questioned in my mind who she was, and why she was suddenly appearing every where when I have never even seen her around before today. But before I could get the words to escape from my mouth she answers me "The name's Rachel, and I'm the new co captain of the squad." I look at her with the most puzzled face you could ever see appear on a persons face as I try to put this together. "I don't need a partner, and the squad definitely doesn't need lessons on how to be a ho. So you can pack up and go now." I spoke rather rudely, but what else was I supposed to do, this was my turf and she was closing in on it. Rachel simply smiled at me, I was a bit taken back by that. "You know, you are kind of hot when you get steamed." I couldn't understand her and every thought of her just left the gears in my brain grinding, which was probably why we ended up in the janitor's closet.
The door was locked, we were well aware there were some teachers still on campus. Rachel pushed me against the wall pretty violently, her body pressed up against mine. I'll be honest; it turned me on to be dominated. She brushed her lips against mine just barely and whispered "Who needs the lessons on being a ho now?" she teased me, I wanted to taste her lips so badly but she held of f for a while just getting me pumped. I bit down on my bottom lip as her hands roamed my body, I had my hands on her waist gripping her tightly and pulling her in close. She let me have it hard, as she pressed her lips against mine with everything she had. She poked her tongue out at my closed lips, and I opened them giving her more access as our tongues collided, massaging each other. It was so surreal, I didn't even know this girl yet she seemed to know everything I liked. I felt her knee pressing in between my thighs. I let out a soft moan from the bottom of my throat that vibrated through her mouth; She ran her free hand up my skirt and tugged at the black lacey fabric that was my thong, I lifted my body away from the wall a bit letting her slip it off. I roamed her body with my hands until they rested at the bottom of her shirt; she pulled away from the deep kiss so I could lift the shirt over her head. Our mouths joined again for the lustful kiss, she cuffed her hands on my center; I knew she could tell I was extremely wet because a small smirk had curved on her face in the middle of our kiss, She pushed her finger inside of me, and I shrieked under it, She slowly pulled it out and then back in with another finger going in more deep this time. I let out a very hearable moan, this time mumbling "God, Rachel" this encouraged her and she kept on as my hips motioned with her movement up and down against the wall and she left open mouthed kissed on my neck and collar bone. I ran my hands down her back, digging my nails in leaving scratches as I felt my self coming to the end, she pumped one more time and I screamed "FUCK" and pulled out licking her fingers then kissing me as I bit her lip somewhat hard, letting me take in the taste of what just happened.
We giggle a bit as were sneaking out of the closet; we were acting a bit like children playing a game. I guess that's what it was, wasn't it? Just games. I got into my car, and the weirdest thing happened. I just had what was probably one of the most amazing experiences in my life but there was only one person on my mind. Peyton. Why did it feel so wrong? Its not as if I was cheating on her, we weren't even together. I had the weirdest feeling of guilt in the deepest part of my gut the rest of that night. The next morning, the whole day at school felt weird. I don't know why but I've been acting weird around Peyton and she's noticing it. As soon as I catch my self making it awkward I snap my self out of it, making a cute remark joking with Peyton. It seemed to work, because I guess it made her feel more comfortable. It wasn't long before I set my eyes on Rachel walking our way. I got a little nervous, it's not like I explained anything about what happened the other night to Peyton. She approached me with a smile, a almost seductive one. Man, she made me want to just jump her bones right there. But of course I just smiled back. "Mmm Brooke Davis." She said with a smirk as she nudged my shoulder while passing by. Peyton just looked at me curiously "What was that all about?" she raised an eyebrow not exactly sure what was going on. But she was sure she didn't like it.