Brooke Davis was intoxicated. Brooke Davis was horny. Brooke Davis didn't care. They pulled away from eachother and Owen took time to admire her beauty, her hair was now slightly messy and those glossy lips are smudged, but in a real sexy way.
'You wanna go somewhere moreā¦private?' She spoke in that adorable raspy voice.
Owen only had a few beers that night, and he knew that this wasn't right, especially after the way they left things, especially after the way he left things. But before Owen knew it, Brooke was dragging his hand towards the back exit. She pushed him towards the door and shoved her tongue in his mouth. This was her release, her release from losing Angie, her release from being the only single and unstable in the power group, the core five. Owen knew this, and tried to push her off before things got out of hand, before he got out of hand. Brooke wasn't having any of it, instead she just kisses harder, moans louder, and soon after, Owen's pants felt tighter than they ever had in those baggy jeans.
'Brooke, Brooke, stop.' He whispered, pulling her away from him. Brooke stopped kissing his neck and stared into his eyes, they were shattered, and lonely and broken, and Owen misses her too much.
'I've got my car'. He said simply.
Brooke smiled and once more he felt his hand being dragged to the parking area.
Everything happened so quickly. Brooke furiously attacked his lips and pretty soon, his shirt was thrown onto the floor, her dress was off long ago, perhaps even before they unlocked the door. A few intense minutes has passed, and Owen has finally got over how great her hair smelled, it was so toxic that he almost stopped breathing. He fiddled with her black lace bra and finally snatched it off her. By that time, Brooke has expertly unbuckled his belt, and was now working towards unbuttoning his jeans. Owen caught a breath and took her hands, 'are you sure?' He asked.
Although it was impossible to stop now.
Brooke raised her eyebrows and smirked, her hands moving dangerously lower. Owen gasped and lost himself in her hair and her touch. Owen had stopped being sensible since the start of the night, when he saw her dancing in the crowd, under the cheesy lights.
Fuck
Fuck!
FUCK!
Brooke woke up with a throbbing headache, but she should be used to that by now, with who she was in highschool. She glanced around and nearly had a freaking heartattack, Owen was asleep beside her. Naked.
Fuck! Shit!
'Owen! Wake up!'
Owen stirred and opened his eyes, the brunette infront of him nearly took his breath away. Her hair was really messy, eye shadow dangerously smudged and her dress was slightly out of place, and creased.
'Hey.' He didn't know what else to say.
Brooke raised her eyebrows.
'We were safe right?' She asked, her voice quivered slightly. Owen was startled for a second and then pieced back memories of last night. He nodded.
'Yeah. Here'. He showed her the condom wrapper which was discarded on the floor.
Brooke grunted.
'How classy of you.'
And with that she gathered her things, slightly adjusted her dress and gracefully stepped out of the car.
