Okay...so here it is! This is LoveStoned/I Think She Knows by JT! I hope you enjoy!
At first, I didn't think going out was a good idea. In fact, I was dead set against it. But, Skillz, Jake, Nathan, and Mouth talked me into it. I guess I'd been sulking for awhile, and they were sick of seeing me that way. I didn't really know why I was walking around like a zombie. I was over Peyton. Completely over her. It was more that I was not over how the rest of my life was changing dramatically. I've always been a planner. I've known since high school what I wanted to do, and who I wanted to do it with. Everything was going as planned, until she screwed it up. Now, I had to live my life, not knowing what the next day will bring. In a way it was exciting, but at the same time, it scared the shit out of me.
Maybe that was why I didn't want to go out. It wasn't part of my plans. The guys all told me I needed to get out, have some fun, meet random girls, just let loose for awhile. And I agreed with them, but so far I hadn't succeeded in doing so. That was probably why I did end up caving in to their demands. That, and the fact that Nathan got Haley to let him go out with the guys, which is highly unusual, sold me on idea.
When we arrived, I started having second thoughts. The club was filled to the brim, so much we were the last ones they were letting in. The people behind us had to wait in a line for people to leave before they could get in. Music was blaring, and the pounding from the bass was giving me a headache. Not to mention the flashing lights; they didn't help at all. But, I was going to force myself to have a good time, and try to even flirt with some girls while I was here.
There was another thing that scared me. Before Peyton, I had two girlfriends, both which were just petty, immature relationships. The most I did with either of them were meaningless pecks, that I could claim later as my first kisses. Nothing more than that, and when they ended it meant nothing to me. Needless to say, Peyton was the only thing I knew as far as relationships went. There had never been another, and that scared me shitless. It'd been years since I flirted, or got that feeling like I had to ask a girl out. I didn't know if I knew how to do it, anymore. And, what if I tried and looked like a complete idiot? Of course, I never voiced these fears to the other guys. I didn't want them riding me about being such a girl. But, if only I had someone to get some advice from. Well, there was someone, but he, unfortunately, got taken away from me in high school.
"Okay, first shots of the night," Nathan shouted over the loud music while passing everyone a glass. "And Lucas, no objections or whining. Just take it, and shut the hell up."
I gave him a smirk, rolled my eyes, and reluctantly took the shot glass. We all clanked out glasses together, and then threw them back. The alcohol burned; I definitely wasn't used to drinking anymore.
"So, Lucas, see anyone you like yet?" Skillz slipped an arm around my shoulders and forced me to scan through the crowds of people.
"We only just got here," I laughed.
"That doesn't matter," he shook his head. "Oh, look, there. I found me a honey already. I'll see you later." I watched in amusement as Skillz strolled away, and started chatting up a girl from down the bar.
"I see he found someone already," Nathan laughed.
"Yeah, and he said he was going to find me someone," I joked.
"Lucas, you know you don't have to find someone to spend the rest of your life with. Just someone to spend the night with. You need to quit being so damn uptight, and get out there in the field again. If anything, it'll just give you practice for when you do find the right one."
"Thanks for that, Nathan," I shook my head, laughing at his advice.
"What?" He asked. "I'm just saying. Quit trying to live your life like one of those books you've read, and just have some fun. You deserve it, you know."
"I know, Nathan. I just don't know if I can be that guy."
"Sure, you can. Just find some hot chic, chat her up for awhile, and take her home. Tomorrow, you won't even have to think about it ever again. Just, make sure she leaves before you fall asleep." He had a boastful smile on his face, like he was a pro at what he was talking about.
"Does Haley know you give out advice like that?"
"Hey, you tell Haley, and I'll kill you. Now, go and have some fun, before I pay a chic to rape you."
Nathan always had a funny way of putting things, or a vulgar way, was more the word. It seems like so long ago that we didn't get along. But, I am glad we have come as far as we have. I don't know what I'd do with him. Him and his wife, Haley, my best friend. They had definitely been my rocks through all of this.
With a sigh, I turned and scanned the crowd. I decided that I was going to take Nathan's advice, and find a girl to take home with me tonight. He was right, tomorrow I would never have to think about it again. I could just let loose for one night, and never look back. I didn't need to find the girl of my dreams tonight; just a girl for the night. But, as I scanned through the crowds, I found myself comparing all of these girls to Peyton. Not because I still wanted her, but because she was all I knew. Their hair either wasn't curly enough, or blonde enough. Or their legs weren't long enough, smile not bright enough. The longer I sat there, trying to find a girl; the more pessimistic I became. I knew I was doing it all wrong, but I figured that I'd been with Peyton for so long, that she was my type. You know how people have 'types', well, she was mine. Of course, I knew I wouldn't find Peyton in the crowd, at least I hoped I didn't. But none of these girls seemed to compare.
But then I saw her. She was amazing. The moment I laid my eyes on her; they were stuck. No matter how hard I tried, they just wouldn't leave her. Her; with the chocolate flowing locks, bangs tucked to the side. Sparkling eyes; full of life. A smile to die for, that lit up her face and spread from ear to ear, and was accompanied by the deepest dimples I had ever seen in my life. She bent her head back in laughter, and I found myself smiling with her and that infectious smile. Her lips were full, and luscious, and I could only imagine what they tasted like. Oh, and the beauty mark on her cheek. God, that was hot. For a moment, she turned and caught my eyes. And, no matter how hard I tried to turn away, to keep from looking like a psycho, I couldn't. She seemed to be the exact opposite of Peyton, and I was addicted already.
She grabs the yellow bottle
She likes the way it hits her lips
She gets to the bottom
It sends her on a trip so right
She might be goin' home with me tonight
I watched as she grabbed her drink, and brought the bottle up to her glossy lips. I instantly grew jealous of that bottle, wishing it was my lips she was pressing hers against. She pulled the empty bottle from her mouth, licking her lips, like she was trying to taste every last bit of that drink. It was Margarita King, I recognized the yellow bottle, which for me was surprising since I barely ever drank, but I would remember that yellow bottle, now, for the rest of my life. She starts laughing again at something one of her friends say. I had to have her.
She looks like a model
Except she's got a little more ass
Don't even bother
Unless you've got that thing she likes
I hope she's goin' home with me tonight
She's perfect. Breathtakingly, perfect. Her body curves in all of the right places, which was obvious by the clingy dress she was wearing. Her ass is shaped perfectly, and not like one of those skinny girls' butts, like a real one, that is just begging to be grabbed. It was something I didn't know I liked, until I saw it on her. When I finally built up enough to courage to go and talk to her, someone else interfered. Another man. He was tall, dark, and handsome. He kind of looked like one of those models on the cover or romance novels. Now, I',m not homosexual, or anything, but I was confident enough in my own sexuality to be able to admit if another guy was good looking or not, and he definitely was.
He was using all kinds of charm on her. And at first, to my disappointment, she looked like she was enjoying him. Eating up everything he says, leaning into him as he spoke, laughing at whatever jokes he had. All classic signs of interest. But, something changed. There was something about him that she didn't like, and her mood instantly changed. She turned around and rolled her eyes towards her friends. He kept talking, but she wasn't even listening anymore. Then I saw her grab her friend's hand, and pull her to the dance floor.
Those flashing lights come from everywhere
The way they hit her I had to stop and stare
She's got me love stoned
Man I swear she's bad and she knows
I think that she knows
The flashing lights from before aren't bothering me anymore. In fact, now I am glad for them. They are bouncing off her sparkling dress every time she moves a certain way, and lighting up her eyes. Her hips swayed back and forth to the song's beat as she slowly rides her hands up from her thighs, all the way to end ends of her hair. Her eyes are closed, and her lips are pursed. She's enjoying herself. She knows how sexy she moves, I can see it through her movements.
Her eyes flutter open, and the immediately fall on mine. I'm openly staring back, not even trying to break the gaze. Her movements become more sensual, as her hands roam freely over her flat stomach, through her hair, down her neck. It's as thought she's dancing for me, and for me alone. But, I know, she dancing because she knows she can. But, I'm addicted to her already, and I think she knows. She's got me lovestoned, and I never stood a chance.
She's freaky and she knows it
She's freaky, but I like it
Her movements speed up with the next song, matching its beats. Her hips swing rapidly, her arms now swinging in the air. Her head bobs up and down, and her brunette locks bounce back and forth. She turns around, and I have full view of her back side, which is just as sexy as the front. And when that song ends, she fans her hand in front of her face, shouts something to her friends, and walks off the dance floor.
She shuts the room down
The way she walks and causes a fuss
The baddest in town
She's flawless like some uncut ice
I hope she's goin' home with me tonight
For a moment, I lose her in the crowd. But, I can just follow the eyes of every other person in there to know where she is. It was as though everyone in the room had to watch her as she strutted towards the bar, entranced by her pure beauty. The crowd breaks a little, and once again I can see her. She's sipping from another bottle again, and before long she's setting it back down.
And all she wants is to dance
That's why you'll find her on the floor
But you don't have a chance
Unless you move the way that she likes
That's why she's goin' home with me tonight
It was like she couldn't wait to get back on the dance floor again, because she had drained her drink with one gulp before parting the crowd again. This time I am determined to dance with her. I have to be near her. I have to touch her.
I find it very hard to make it through the crowd, as no one seemed to part for me like they did for her. And as I step a foot on the edge of the dance floor, I caught her gaze again. My hips, as though they have a mind of their own, start to sway, and before long I'm dancing, too. Our eyes don't leave each other's, even though we're still a substantial length away from each other. Other men tried to dance with her, but she doesn't even give them a rejection. She only ignores them. They don't have what she wants, and I was going to prove that I did.
Slowly, our bodies seemed to come together, like we each had magnets attached to us. And for a moment, it's just our eyes that are interlocked. I could finally see the hazel wrapping around her pupil, and I decided that it was my new favorite color. That piercing color that was putting me in a trance, and drawing me in. I had to touch her. I brought my hand up, and slid it down her bare arm. The electrical jolt I felt from the touch is almost enough for me to pull my hand back in pain, but I have to endure the feeling, so I don't break the contact.
Her eyes closed as my fingers graze her arm, and she licked her lips enticingly. Her hands slipped around my neck as she opened her eyes again, locking them with mine. My hands slid around her waist, to just above her ass, and I pulled her close enough that our torsos were barely touching. Her breasts rubbed against my chest, and I could feel the excitement wash over me. I clenched my eyes shut, and let my head fall back, taking in the pure pleasure I was experiencing by just the little amount of our bodies touching. And as I brought my head back up, I felt her hands slip from my neck, and her forcing her body out of my grasp. And I panicked I grabbed back onto her, not wanting to let go. She stared up at me, and her eyebrow cocked, like she's willing me to trust her. So, I let go of her hips, and she turned around and pressed her backside into my front.
A groan of pleasure escaped my mouth without my permission. Her arms reached up above her head and wrapped around my neck, and she rested her head onto the crook of my neck. I wrapped my arms around her waist, each resting on her opposite sides. It was like we fit together perfectly; like our bodies were made for each other. Our hips were swaying together as one, and the friction on my front is enough to cause the most celibate man excitement. I bent my head forward, and nuzzle it into her neck. She smelled just as good as I imagined, and if possible, even better. Like the cinnamon buns my mom used to make that I loved, and cocoa.
I had to taste her. I pressed my lips against her tantalizing skin, and savored in the sweet taste. I heard her moan as I kissed her, and it sent me over the edge. I knew she could feel my hardness against the back of her, but I didn't try to hide it. She knew what she was doing to me, and I think she was enjoying it as much as I was.
"Brooke!"
I felt Brooke's head lift up, and I gripped her tighter. She pushed back into me, knowing exactly how I was feeling. I wasn't ready to let this feeling go.
"Brooke!"
This time, I felt her slip out of my grasp. And before I could open my eyes, she was gone. I searched through the crowd, hoping to catch sight of her. And when I did, I pushed my way through people to get to her. Her and her friends were throwing back a shot when I approached. At first, she didn't seem to notice my presence, but all of her friends were clearly pointing at me, and making what I called googly eyes.
"Can I buy you a drink?" I knew it was lame, but it was the best I could come up with in such a short amount of time. I had spent the whole night wanting her, and trying to imagine the words to say to her, and when it came time, I choked.
She turned around with her mouth open, and her tongue playing with bottom of her top lip. If it was possible, she was even more breathtaking up close.
"Do you know what I'm drinking, sexy?" She cocked her head to the side, tantalizing me with her eyes.
"Margarita King!" I shouted to the bartender, and then turned back o her with a smirk.
"So, you do your homework, huh?"
"Maybe," I shrugged, "I'm guessing your name is Brooke?"
"Yep," she nodded, "great observation."
"Listen, I don't this very often." She looked at me skeptically. "You know, the whole pick up girls in the club scene. But, there's something about you. And I really think we made a connection out there."
"Okay," she grabbed her drink from the bartender, and turned back towards me with a menacing smile, "other than the fact that we had a good time dancing out on the dance floor, we didn't make a connection. And, I know you don't do this very often, but really, that's not exactly what you would call making a connection."
"I know you felt it, too," I stand my ground. Her hazel orbs were burning into my soul.
"I didn't feel anything," she leaned in close and then whispered, "Except for your dick pressed against my ass." My mouth dropped open with her bluntness.
"I think you should come home with me tonight."
"Oh, is that right?" I nodded my head. "Well, considering I don't even know your name, and that we only danced for one song, I really don't see that happening."
"Lucas!" I shouted.
"Lucas, is it?" I nodded. "I guess that makes everything okay then," her voice is dripping in sarcasm.
"I've never had these kind of feelings for anyone before. And trust me, that's a huge deal because I was with someone for a very long time. But, never in all that time did I feel like I needed to touch her, or feel her."
"I'm sorry, Lucas, but that's not anything but lust you are feeling. Considering how hot I am, that's not unusual. It'll pass, though."
"No, no, I don't believe that. I think fate brought me out here tonight to meet you. I don't do this very often. In fact, I never do this. But, for some reason, tonight I did. And I met you. And I think I met you for a reason."
"What, so you could get laid? Do you really think fate would go through all of that trouble just for that?"
"It's more than that, and you know it. I know you felt that spark when we touched."
"Look, Lucas, all we did was dance. And it was a good dance, I'll give you that. But, that's it. I'm just some girl you danced with in the club. Tomorrow, you won't even remember, because you'll wake up with a headache from all of the alcohol you drank, and go on living the rest of your life."
"No! I'm not even drunk. I haven't had that much to drink."
"Then, you seriously need to get your head checked."
She turned around and started talking to her friends. And I felt defeated. But, I had to have her. It was like she was a drug, and I needed to get a fix. I grabbed her arm and swung her around. I was determined to get her to see things my way. And, then, I did something I would never usually do. I pressed my mouth hard against hers. This was something I would have never imagined myself doing in million years, but there was just something about this girl.
She tried to resist at first, and it was hard for me to keep forcing myself against her. She tried pulling back, and I wrapped my arms around her waist, and pulled her in tighter. I needed her to feel the same way I did. But, she was still struggling and my sanity finally came back, so I let her go. Her hand smacked against my cheek, and I immediately grabbed it in pain.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Her hands were on her hips, and she was glaring at me.
I couldn't speak. I just stared at her, in pain. And, even though she was angry with me, and looking at me with such disgust, I couldn't help but think she was still just as beautiful. Instead of trying to explain myself, I pressed my lips against hers again, determined. This time, she gave in. Her lips pressed back against mine, and soon I felt her mouth open slightly, and allowed me entrance in. Our tongues meshed together, and our mouths worked furiously to devour the other. And when we finally needed to breath, we pulled back with our chests heaving trying to catch our breath.
"Did you feel it?" I mumbled, my lips swollen from the pressure of the kiss.
She hesitated before answering me, searching my face for some kind of an answer. "Maybe."
I grabbed her by the arm, and pulled her back into me. Our faces were millimeters from each other, and I could feel her hot breath against my lips. She didn't look scared, like she was afraid I would hurt her; instead she looked enticed, like she was finally realizing what I was talking about earlier.
"Do you live close by?" Her words were soft, almost inaudible under the loud music. But, I heard her plain as day, and I just nodded my head.
Okay, so after A LOT of Pucas...at least in my book...we finally get some Brucas! I hope I made up for all of the Pucas by all the Brucas I have in this chapter...at least I TRIED to make up for it with this! Two more parts to go...Let me know what you think!