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Such a bitch

Well I'm really starting to rethink this whole 'I'll be seeing you' thing.

It's been six weeks. Six weeks of not seeing you. At least not the way I want to see you. Sure I've seen you at school and rivercourt and all, but still… Six weeks of not being able to touch you.

It's driving me crazy.

And what makes it even worse is the fact that I can't seem to relieve this tension that has been building up inside of my any other way. And believe me: I've tried. In the first two weeks without you I tried to sleep with three different guys. Tried being the absolute keyword here. I soon found out that all of those guys did absolutely nothing for me, they just couldn't turn me on. Sure they were handsome and all, but every time they put their lips or hands on me I couldn't help but compare them to you. And trust me when I say: compared to you everyone sucks… and not in the good way, mind that.

Six week without sex and I'm almost going insane. Seriously, even Brooke-ing myself is just not enough.

Damn you Haley James!

So once again I find myself staring at you, this time while we're in our English lit. class. And once again I find myself thinking: God, you're sexy!

I guess you should count yourself lucky that we are in a classroom right now. Cause the only thing that's currently stopping me from ripping your clothes off and having my dirty way with you are the other people that are currently also occupying this room. Come to think of it… that wouldn't really stop me… if only you wouldn't mind some voyeurism…

Seriously though; it's an outright miracle that I've been able to make it through these last couple of weeks! Never thought I'd say this but thank God you wear those baggy clothes. If you'd wear anything that was even remotely sexier than this I'd probably molest you.

Not that you'd really mind though if I was indeed to molest you. Sure you'd get all snobby and whiny with me, but that would be after. Waaay after I had my way with you, no during the actual molesting I'm sure you'd do nothing more than moan and scream.

So why haven't I? Why haven't I just gone to your room again to seduce you since it's so damn obvious that you wouldn't resist? Well, the simple and harsh truth is that I don't want to. Don't get me wrong, of course I'd love to fuck you again, but not like before. Not with me being the dominant one and seducing you. No, I want you to come to me this time. If only to show you that I'm not just using you, but that you are using me just as much. That you want me just as much as I want you…

It still sucks though, all this waiting. Brooke Davis, queen of Tree Hill High is not used to waiting and she isn't liking it one bit.

Luckily however I still have my best bud P. Sawyer to distract me from my everlasting sabbatical. She just said something, what I don't know exactly since I was obviously distracted.

"Huh?" I say eloquently, earning me an eye roll because she's annoyed at me for not paying attention.

"I said: you want to go to the beach later on?"

I think about it for a while. Am I really in the mood for this? I've sure been feeling crappy lately and I really don't want Peyton to notice this. She'd just keep on bugging me till I'd tell her what's wrong and I really, really don't want to tell. Then again: it might be good for me t try and have some fun, it might even cheer me up. Besides, I could use a little tanning… My mind made up I finally agree with Peyton's request.

I feel better already!

At least until the fates decide to completely screw me over when I hear blondie say: "Cool, so I'll pick you up at six and then we'll pick up Hales together."

And now all I can think is: 'Haley in a bikini… Oh Hell No!'

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When the clock tells me it's 5.45 I'm still freaking out, trying to decide just what the fuck I should do. If I cancel I'll have to come up with an excuse and knowing Peyton she'll just keep on whining till I'll come along anyway. Plus: I can't seem to be able to come up with a believable excuse.

No, I'll have to go to the beach, So I'll have to see you… in your bikini… with water dripping from you-

'Focus, Davis! Focus'

I scold myself, seriously, two words: short attention span. Oh, those are three words…hehe.

Anyway I'll just have to go to the beach for a few hours and keep my cool. I can do that! Right? Right! Piece of cake! Walk in the park! Easy as-

Luckily I am saved from making up more stupid saying as the doorbell rings. Aaand I'm freaking out again. I don't let it show however as I go to open the door and am not surprised to see peyton there, looking all bad-ass as always. "Hey skinny girl!" I rasp, my throat dry from nerves for what's to come. "Where's your swimming gear?" I ask for lack of anything else to say.

She's wearing her usual skinny jeans and concert T-shirt (Jimmy eats world, I believe), a big contrast with my attire which consists of nothing more than a bikini and brightly coloured flip-flops.

Once again in true Peyton-fashion she just shrugs and replies with a casual: "underneath my clothes. Ready to go?" Ha! Seems like I'm not the only one who doesn't like waiting.

I shrug back, only cause I know she hates it when I do it instead of answering, little hypocritical bitch. Anyhow I quickly grab my bag from the table next to the door and follow her outside towards that death-trap that she calls her car.

Ten minutes later we finally pull up in front of your house. Geez am I ever glad to be still alive, I swear it's a miracle Peyton has never killed anyone with the way she drives.

She herself doesn't seem to be affected by the rollercoaster ride we just had as she simple relaxes in her seat and honks her car horn.

And suddenly I'm not really sure if I really am happy to be still alive. Hell, I'm pretty sure I've died and gone to heaven (cheesy I know) cause there you are and you are indeed wearing nothing but a bikini.

And can I just say: Gah!

My mind is suddenly flashing back towards English lit. class this morning. In which I swore that if you'd wear anything more sexier I'd moles you, and I think I just might…

Tearing my eyes away from your smoking body I finally manage to catch the surprised look on your face as you spot me. Hehe guess I wasn't the only one that wasn't expecting this to me a threesome outing (not like that you perv).

"hey Hales," I hear P. Sawyer say from her seat next to me and I figure I should probably say something too, I am distracted however when you lean over a bit to place your stuff in the backseat, giving me a perfect view of you cleavage.

"Hey tutor hottie," I finally manage to utter, my voice if possible even more raspier than before. "Looking good."

Of course it satisfies me to no end as I see you blush heavily even though you try to hide it by letting your hair fall over your face. This whole beach thing might actually be fun if I do get to mess a bit with you like this. I'm glad that I'm a naturally flirty girl because now Peyton won't find it weird or anything since I'm just being me.

When we arrive at the beach we quickly find ourselves a nice spot to lay our towels dome for some tanning. I sigh contently as I close my eyes, letting the sun warm my skin. And finally (praise the Lord!) for the first time in SIX whole weeks you speak to me.

"You'd better use some sunscreen or else you'll get sun burned."

And again you blush as I coo: "Aww tutor girl I didn't know you cared." I even went as far as grinning like an idiot and putting my hand over where my heart is, being the drama queen that I am. I feel even greater pleasure however as I see your gaze quickly shift to where my hand is resting on my chest. The gaze is very brief but still I see it, just like I see you eyes turn slightly darker. Could it be desire?

You catch me looking intently at you and the blush on your cheeks darkens even more as you quickly turn yourself away and flop yourself down on your towel, your face facing away from me. That's ok though, after six weeks I'm sure I can wait a bit longer especially now that I have some prove that this isn't a lost cause since you apparently desire me too…

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A few hours have passed in which we've tanned, swum, eaten ice-cream and have tanned again, just like we are still doing now. At least you and I are, I'm pretty sure Peyton is just sleeping and getting fried, poor thing, red is so not a good colour for her.

For what feels like the hundredth time this day I sigh, I'm feeling restless. I think it has something to do with the fact that you are lying just mere inches away from me with barely any clothing on. And to top it all off this heat is making me quite… horny, to be honest.

So being the ever brave and bold Brooke Davis I slowly but surely begin to slide my hand across the sand, knowing that it will eventually touch you. My eyes are still closed as I guide them closer and closer to you and then finally my finger tips find heated flesh. It's almost as I've been hit with a slight electric current cause I can the sparks flying up my arm, your touch does that to me. And I guess it works vice versa cause I feel you jump slightly at my touch. You don't pull away however and I take this as a good sign as I slide my hand a bit further so it's now covering yours.

I can't believe how soft your skin really is.

Sure it's been six weeks but one would think that I wouldn't forget how your skin feels so quickly. But then again, in all the times that I've touched you I've been amazed by the smoothness and softness of it. And I think I'll always be.

I sigh again (for the 101st time by now) but this time not out of restlessness or annoyance but out of joy. I can't help but think that this is a step in the right direction for us. Especially now that I hear you sigh in exactly the same way.

But then suddenly a dark cloud appears at the horizon, literally, or so it seems cause the sun is suddenly blocked and I'm covered in shade. But as I open my eyes I see that it's not a cloud that is blocking my sun but a guy. A rather decent looking guy, if you go for the muscled, white-toothed, tanned ones that is. He is looking down at me and once he sees I've noticed him too he gives me a wide smile and says: "Hi, I'm Mike."

Seriously is that all he can up with? Guys can be so stupid sometimes, bugging you and blocking your sun and then having nothing better to say than 'hi I'm Mike'. I'm about to tell him to fuck off but something is stopping me, and that something is you. You because I can feel you stiffen next to me, you are not happy with the guy here, but why? Could you actually be…

Jealous?

I try to test the waters a bit as I prop myself on my elbows and give the guy (Mike was it?) a charming smile of my own, dimples and all, while saying: "Hey Mike, I'm Brooke."

Off course he takes this as a sign to just plop down next to me in the sand and starts sweet-talking me. Not that I'm really listening or anything, no years of training have taught me how to act is you are listening while really you are not even there with your mind. So I just sit there and smile, nod and 'hmm' as he talks and talks and talks (I swear he's worse than me).

My real focus however is on you. You are still laying there on your towel but your eyes are now opened, and boy let me tell you: they are shooting daggers at the guy that has weaselled his way in between us. I suddenly get where the phrase 'if looks could kill' comes from.

Yep, definitely jealous.

This little fact makes me smirk slightly. You were jealous, jealous cause you wanted me. You didn't want some guy to be hitting on me and you definitely didn't want me hitting on him!

I did however, I used all the little flirt-tricks I owned. I laughed at his jokes, touched him slightly on the arm when he said something 'funny' and I even went as far as touching his biceps with admiration as he flexed them to show off. Ugh, I'm almost making myself sick. It's cool though cause you are totally buying it and are now clenching your fists tightly, making your knuckles turn white, it seems like you want to hit him. I briefly wonder what would happen if you were indeed to do that but I quickly shove the thought out of my head since Mike obviously asked me something, he's looking at me all expectantly.

"Huh?" I ask, geez I'm so eloquent today.

He doesn't seem to mind though as he laughs is white smile (obviously artificially bleached) at me and repeats the question. 'If I've ever been to Hawaii?'

"Nope" I answer with a shrug actually intrigued where this is. I quickly loose my interest however as whats-his-name starts talking about surfing and about how is dad owns a beach-house there. (please, as if that'd impress me).

What does catches my attention though is the slight snort I hear coming from my right. Did you just snort? Yes you did, and you are even rolling your eyes. I glare at you quickly but you just shrug and give me this look as if to say 'seriously Brooke, him?'

Really, to be honest this is pissing me off a bit. First you ignore me for SIX WHOLE WEEKS, and then suddenly you get all jealous when a guy tries to hit on me and as if that's not enough you are actually making fun of him.

Well excuse me little miss Haley James but go fuck yourself!

You have no right to get jealous or anything. That right flew away at the moment you told me to stay away.

I decide not to show my anger though, I don't want to give you that satisfaction and besides: I've got a better plan. So I turn to mike and smile sweetly at him before saying: "My family actually owns a beach house on this beach, you wanna check it out?"

Hehe, from the corner of my eye I can see you stiffen even more, serves you right bitch. And just for kicks I use my husky voice as I add: "my bedroom is really cool…"

That last part really does the trick as I totally see your eyes widen and even your fingernails dig into the palm of your hand. Mike of course just nods eagerly thinking he just scored the jackpot. I said it before and I'll say it again: Ugh Guys!

Anyways I quickly gather my stuff and pack it in my back. And all the while I can feel your heated stare burning at the back of my neck but I'm really to chicken to turn to look at you again. I'm pretty sure the look you are giving me right now is zero fun.

So as I stand up I grab Mike's arm and start dragging him away from you as quickly as I can. When we are finally a good distance away I actually dare to give you one last glance and I even throw you a quick wink, (yes I really went there, and yes I really am that evil) before leading my hostage even further towards the row of beach houses not too far away.

Leaving you all alone, alone with your thoughts of me and this guy in my 'cool' bedroom. Thoughts of me fucking him instead of you.

I am such a bitch…

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That's all folks. Hope you liked!

Next chapter should be here any day now, and I promise: next chapter will be SEXY again xP