I know, I know. I suck at updating on time. But here you go. Chapter #3. And yes, I am aware that it is short. But don't worry, chapter #4 will be longer...and full of drama. OHH NO! Tee-Hee, Enjoy!

Again, I do not own One Tree Hill. Very, very sad.

One Hell of a Morning

Do I have to spell it out for you

or scream it in your face?

Oh, the chemistry between us could destroy this place

Do I have to spell it out for you

or whisper in your ear?

"Oh, just stop right there I think that we've got something here…" Brooke's ring tone sounded off from her cell phone that sat on her nightstand. The ring tone signaled that it was her 'boyfriend' Brad, if you could even call him that. Brooke and Brad had been friends and classmates for a few years, and after awhile they decided to step things up, and become friends with benefits. Sometime in between then and now, they had started dating. Now Brad wasn't exactly Brooke's dream guy, not at all actually. He was the captain of the football team. Brooke couldn't stand football, but hell, Brad was good looking and as far as she was concerned he was popular and fit into her crowd. But sometimes that didn't make up for his tendency to be a huge dickhead, like now for example.

"Huhhwahh…" Brooke muttered incoherently into the phone, yet to have fully woken up.

"I'll be there to get you in an hour, so make sure your ass is ready by then." Brad spat into the phone angrily, before hanging up.

"…jackass." Brooke mumbled, closing her phone and tossing it carelessly across the room and onto her plush sofa. She flipped her covers off, and swung her feet off the bed, shivering at the contact of the cold hardwood floor. Lazily walking over to her CD player, Brooke turned on some Jimmy Eat World (courtesy of P. Sawyer), and continued into her adjoining bathroom to let the scorching steam of her shower wash away any remains of sleep and thoughts of Brad, at least for the moment.

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"Lucas Eugene Scott!"

Grumbling into his pillow, Lucas burrowed deeper into his blankets in an attempt to hide from his mother's wrath. Lifting the blanket a little, he peeked out from underneath to check the clock. 6:30! Ohh God. He definitely was in trouble.

"I took out the trash, didn't I? Yeah, yeah I did. Uhhh...I did all of my chores after Stacey left yesterday, right? Ahh, Stacey. I will never look at that shower the same way…Ohhh shit! That's it, that has to be…" But before Lucas could continue his thoughts of his little escapade the day before with the captain of the dance team, his mother burst into his room – dark red, lacy bra in hand. Mhm, the shit has definitely hit the fan.

"Lucas! Do you mind explaining what the hell this is?" Karen yelled, anger laced in every word she spoke.

"Errr…Mom, it's not what you think…" Lucas tried, but he was quickly cut off by his mother's fierce glare.

"Sweetie, do you think I was born yesterday? I think this is a bra, in our home, that isn't mine! Consider yourself grounded, Lucas." Karen shouted, while tossing the bra at her very much in trouble, son.

"What? Come on Mom!" Lucas pleadingly yelled while getting up out of bed. Tim was having a huge bash this weekend, and he sure as hell wasn't about to miss it.

"No Lucas, I will not put up with this. After I got pregnant in high school, you'd think you would have known better then to fool around with girls!" Karen spoke, faltering as the memory of her past rushed into her thoughts.

"Ohh yeah mom, I'm sorry that turned out so horribly for you! Now if you don't mind, I need to get ready for school!" Lucas spat while slamming the door harshly in his mother's face.

'This is great! The perfect fucking start to a day.' Lucas thought while stripping down and climbing into the shower. He knew his mother loved him, and that she has never thought of him as a mistake, not for one second. But every time the subject came up, it reminded him of Dan. His father, using that title loosely, considering Dan was his Dad in the most technical, we-just-share-our-DNA sort of way. The man he hadn't seen in years, since he fled after Julie Davis's unfortunate death, could rot in hell for all Lucas cared, and just about everyone else thought the same. He tore apart Nathan's world when he left, though Lucas would never admit it to Nathan, he was much better off without him. Deb was ecstatic the day she came home to an empty house, all but the letter sitting on the kitchen table explaining Dan's absence. 'You have to be quite the jackass for people to want to throw parties because of your disappearance…' Lucas thought. Then there was Brooke - the one person who was happiest that Dan had left. The day she had heard the news of his vanishing act, she sent a JV cheerleader to the hospital from working her too hard. Brooke would honestly rather Dan be fighting for his life while bleeding in a ditch. Her mother had the same fate, so why did he pass through this situation unscathed? As a result of Dan's selfish acts, he tore apart Lucas's friends. Brooke had every right to be broken, and to be upset, he just wished she wouldn't have pushed Nathan and himself out of her life. He wasn't like Dan, but she refused to let another Scott have the chance to break her. Lucas let the steaming hot water run over his shoulders, working out the knots, and washing away his problems, at least for the moment.

DUN DUN DUUUNN! Like it? Love it? Feel like stabbing me? Reviews are appreciated.