So since I was in such a good mood I decided to start the next chap to this story. I'm glad the people that have reviewed have liked the first chap! Again thanks for the reviews and I hope this chapter won't disappoint!

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Flashbacks are in italics

Chapter Two

Previously on What is love?

She was perfect, leaning on the railing of the life house, while staring out at the ocean, my dark angel.

My thoughts are interrupted when I hear one of the floorboards creak and come face to face with the most gorgeous boy I had ever seen.

"Hey…"

Brooke's POV

"Hi," I replied, while tucking part of my dark hair behind my ear.

"Mind if I stand here?" Slowly making his way around the corner, towards the front of the life house, only to stop at a good amount of distance away. Then he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a black lighter from an inside pocket to his leather jacket. Taking a cigarette and putting it in between his two plump lips, I couldn't help, but stare. His right hand, containing the lighter went to the end of the cigarette and he started flicking the lever, but the lighter wouldn't start up.

"Here let me try," pushing off the railing I was leaning on, I slowly made my way over to the blond haired, blue eyed stranger in front of me. He placed the lighter in my hand and when his fingertips brushed against my palms I felt a surge of electricity run through my body. I had only felt that once before and that was two years ago. I raised my shaky hand up to the cigarette protruding from his mouth and with one quick flick a flame burst out of the top of the lighter, burning the end of the cigarette. He inhaled and then blew a puff of smoke out towards the ocean, then looked back at me. "Mind if I have one?" He opened the top of the box and I used my pointer and thumb fingers to pull out a fresh cigarette. I pulled it up to my mouth and brought the lighter, that I still had in my hand, to the end, but he placed his rough hand on top of mine and gently pushed my hand down. I felt another surge of electricity run through my body once more, thinking 'what is this boy doing to me?' Taking the cigarette out of his mouth he place the burning tip against mine and once it was lit he place it back into his mouth. Pulling the cigarette to my awaiting lips, I took a long drag and as I released I felt my body relax. Closing my eyes I once again was leaning against the splintered, wooden railing and let the wind blow through my hair. Silence encased us for a minute or two, then I heard his voice.

"The names Lucas, but you can call me Luke, Pretty Girl," he said with a smirk on his face, breaking me out of my relaxed state and bringing me back to reality. I opened my eyes and looked over at him, realizing how close we were standing, a mere inches apart, I felt myself swallow a lump in my throat.

"Br..Brooke," I stuttered, feeling his hot breath on my neck and soon taking another drag of the cigarette just to calm my nerves. 'Seriously,' I thought, 'why am I feeling like this?' After inhaling my cigarette one more time I flicked it into the dirty sand below us and turned to face the gorgeous man standing next to me. My right hand was placed on the railing and my left was placed gingerly on my bony hip. I was leaning into the rotting wood and asked, "So what's your stor," but before I could finish my question, the railing broke and I fell about 3 feet onto the sand below. "Owww," I whined as I rubbed my head and continued to lie in the sand. Lucas jumped off the platform and onto the sand, landing next to me and flicking his cigarette further down the beach.

"Whoa, Whoa are you ok?" Luke said, helping me up into a sitting position and dusting the grains of sand of my back. Then he took my face in his hands and looked all over it. "It seems like your alright to me," helping me stand up, but falling a little bit as I stood, he placed his hands on my waist and made sure I didn't fall again. I was looking into his brilliant blue eyes, sort-of in a daze that I almost didn't catch what he was saying to me. "Did you drive here?" Nodding my head I started to back out of his grasp, his touch being too much for me to handle right now. I could feel my heart was racing just being around this boy. That's when I stepped into a small hole and almost fell backwards, again, but Lucas hooked his arm under the small of my back and his hand was supporting my head. Are faces were mere inches apart. He started moving my face closer to mine when I heard Sweet Sacrifice by Evanescence playing, indicating that Nathan was calling me. He again, pulled me into a standing position, then backed up a little bit, while running a hand through his hair and dusting off his clothes. I answered my phone and the first thing I heard was, "Brooke, where the hell are you?" Nathan's voice was so loud that I had to take the phone off my ear so my eardrum wouldn't break.

"I'm fine Nathan. I was just walking around our neighborhood and I must've gone down a street I didn't recognize and got a little bit lost, but I found my way back to our street and I'll be home in like 15 minutes," sighing I was about to hang up when I heard Nathan's voice once again, but back to a normal tone.

"You better hurry up Brookie, cause dad is gonna be home in like 10. So drive, run, hell fly a plane if you have to, but you better be home before dad gets back or he is gonna be so pissed."

"Ok. I got it. I'll be home in ten minute," I replied, annoyance and a little bit of worry in my voice. I shut my cell phone in my hand and pushed it down into the tiny pocket in my black skirt. "I know this is really weird and like we just met or whatever, but I need to make it home in less than like 10 minutes, do you think you could give me a ride?" lifting my shoulders slightly and placing my hands into the back pockets of my skirt. My voice got a little bit higher at the end, not sure if I was over stepping some sort of boundary.

"Sure Pretty Girl. I could get you there in 5," the smirk from earlier appearing on his face once again. We ran off the beach as fast as we could, crossed the boardwalk and made it over to his 'motor vehicle.'

"No way! You do not have a Harley!" my hand over my mouth trying to cover the huge smile on my face and the excitement in my voice.

"Is that a problem?" he replied.

I shook my head, "Not at all. I have always wanted to ride on one some day! It is definitely something on my list of things to do before I die. Right above walking a type rope." He laughed slightly and shook his head in a joking manner. 'He has the most amazing smile I have ever seen!'

"You are way too much," he replied, while reaching into the storage compartment on the bike and pulling my other helmet out. It was white, had no facemask and buckled under the chin. One word to describe it was dorky.

"No way! You are not making me wear the dorky helmet!" He pushed the white helmet closer to me. I glared at it then snatched it out of his hands said, "I hate you," then slipped it over my silky brown locks.

"You can't say you hate me. Because you don't even know me Brooke," he said before sliding his black helmet over his head, and pushing the facemask down. He grabbed onto the handlebars and swung his leg over the seat. Kicking the kickstand up and placing both feet on the ground he turned the bike on and you could here the roar of the engine. Turning back to face me he said, "So…are you getting on?"

"Oh, hell yes!" imitating his moves and placing my arms around his tight torso so that I wouldn't fall off, we sped off into the sunset. 'How cliché is that?' Anyways, we drove extremely fast for about 5 minutes, the wind blowing in my hair and I found myself actually enjoying myself with someone other than Haley or Nathan. I'm very closed off, but when I saw Luke earlier today, I felt something, and that doesn't happen to me, ever.

His bike started slowing down when we entered my neighborhood. "Now which house is yours," he whispered silently as if he were going to wake the neighbors if he talked in anything above a whisper. "I'm the girl behind the red door," I replied, a smile gracing my lips. 'What the hell am I doing? Am I actually flirting with this guy? Brooke stop doing this, this is what you used to do. You don't act like this anymore. Shaking my head of my previous thoughts, "I live at 2951 Penderson Lane (random street I can up with)."

"Alrighty." He pulled up in front of my house and I hoped off his bike and unbuckled the helmet, placing it on the bike where I was just seated. Running towards my front door I stop before opening, turn around slightly and say, "Thank you." He lifts his hand and gives me a slight wave before speeding down the road.

Placing the key into the door, I turn the knob, walk inside and close the door quietly behind me. I was about to walk up the stairs when I see Nathan standing in front of the stairs with an angered look across his face and his arms crossed tightly over his chest. To say he looked pissed was an understatement. "Hey, Nate. Don't look at me like that," my smile from before falling in mere seconds and turning into a look of annoyance.

"I can look at you any way I want Brooke! Because you scared the shit out of me," with each word his voice rose in volume. He was angry. "You're gone for more than half the day without telling me where you are or giving me a call to let me know that you're alright. And when your gone I usually don't even bother calling you because I know you will be back home in a couple hours, but Brooke you were gone for 9 hours! Then when I call you I here some guys voice in the background and you pull up to our house on a Harley! Are you kidding me right now? Brooke, dad is going to be home any minute! Do you know what he would've done if you were late?" by now Nathan is pacing back and forth while throwing his hands in the air during certain parts of his little 'speech' and the more he talked the more frustrated and upset he became. I thought when I walked through that door and if I made it home before dad came back that I wouldn't be yelled at. Guess I was wrong.

"Yes, Nathan I know what dad would do alright!" If he was going to raise his voice to me then I would do the same. "He would give us this long lecture, ground us for like 2 months, nothing besides school and basketball, blah, blah, blah," I left out the part where when Nathan was out shooting hoops dad would beat me senseless for not getting home before curfew, and call me a slut, accusing me of make of fool of myself my whoring up Tree Hill. Nathan couldn't find out about my 'one on one time' with dad, ever. I was about to yell at Nathan again, when I heard the front door open and saw Dan walk into our house.

"Hey kids! What's going on?" he said breaking up me and Nathan's argument.

"Nothing," Nathan and I both replied, while looking at the ground with our shoulders slumped forwards. The anger Nathan and I both had for one another was now gone.

"Well, I'm going to go finish my work and then go to bed. You kids better hurry up because you have school in the morning." I started walking up the stairs, Nathan was right on my trail, and as I made my way into my bedroom I felt Nathan's hand around my arm and he was pulling me too his room.

"Nathan what the hell!" Ripping my arm from his grasp, I recompose myself and stand about 5 feet away from him with my hands on my hips, waiting for an explanation.

"Brooke, who was that guy that drove you home, I don't remember you talking to anyone except me, Haley and Dad…so who is he?" There was a pause as I thought to myself how I was going to explain this complete stranger who blew into my life.

"Well I was," I stopped, I was about to tell him where I actually went, but I didn't want him to know where my spot was, so I decided to tell him half of the truth.

"Yea,"

"I was walking in the downtown Tree Hill, when he accidentally ran into me because I wasn't watching where I was going. I didn't recognize him and Tree Hill is such a small town that you know whom new people are. He told me he was knew and we talked for a while, then you called and he drove me home," I hope that was a good enough answer.

"He didn't try to do anything did he, cause if he did I would beat that punk's ass so hard. "What is his name?"

"Lucas."

"I don't think I have heard of him, but I don't like that you're hanging out with people that I don't know. Brooke he could be a murderer or a rapist. I don't want you hanging out with him anymore. Got it?" he said while pointing a finger at me and having a fatherly look on his face.

"Thank you for my orders oh great one," sarcasm dripping in my voice, getting on my knees I lower my hands to the ground a couple of times and 'worship' him.

"Don't be dumb. I'm just trying to look out for you! I wouldn't want anything to happen to my baby sister. Sorry for caring."

"Yeah. Whatever," I stood up, brushed myself off and walked through his door, into the hallway, then into my room. I slammed the door shut and turned up my stereo so loud that my walls were shaking. Throwing myself onto my bed and I started counting the tiles on my ceiling. I could not get Lucas out of my head. I abruptly sat up when a horrible thought came into my head. What if I never see him again?

Lucas's POV

I waited for Brooke to go inside before sliding my helmet on and turning my motorcycle back on. I drove towards my house, unable to get that beautiful girl out of my thoughts. Everything about her was perfect. Her hair, her skin, her smile, and the way her eyes light up whenever I touched her. I know it is weird to be feeling all of these things after only knowing someone for less than an hour or two, but I feel like I've found the one for me. No other girl has made me feel this way in the slightest and she just makes me feel whole.

My entire life I have felt that something has been missing. It's not that I didn't miss my real parents because I have such great ones that I don't need to know any others. I started acting out because I couldn't fill the emptiness that was building inside me. I substituted trying to find love with random hookups. It's crazy how meeting this girl has me thinking about my life in a whole new way. I have answers to questions that I have had my entire life and it's all because of her.

When I pulled into my driveway I parked my bike, slid my helmet off of my head and walked through the front door. Keith and Karen were sitting on the couch watching a movie, waiting for me to arrive home. They did this every time I went out since my time in juvie. "Hey ma, dad," giving them a slight nod and I wave I made my way up the stairs into my room. Putting my helmet on the ground and flopping onto my sheet less bed. When I closed my eyes I could see her perfectly. I wonder if I will ever see her again?

The next day…. morning at the Scott's

Brooke's POV

When I woke up this morning I was definitely in a grouchy mood. I mean seriously who wants summer to be over and school to start up again. Definitely not my idea of fun. I pulled my red sheets over my face and groaned, only to be woken about 2 minutes later by Dan walking into my room, opening my curtains so the my room became to light to sleep in, and then blew an air horn right by my head. "Get up, Get up! Don't want to be late for school," he said walking towards the door. Sitting up in bed I yell, "Da…Nathan! What the hell are you doing up so early! 5 o'clock are you fucking kidding me? Why would you make up so early let alone wake me asshole!"

"Aw Brookie don't be mad, I just decided if I had to wake up early to do my morning run that it would only be fair to wake up my little sister, so I can watch her get angry. Thanks for making this day that much better!" He gave me a cheeky smile and shut the door behind him. I flicked him off then got out of bed. Pulling my Rolling Stones t-shirt and black and red, boy short underwear off. I slipped into the bathroom and took a shower.

When I stepped into the shower I instantly saw the bruises on my arms and was reminded of what happened.

Flashback to a couple days before around noon…Scott House

"Brooke…Brooke…BROOKE! GET YOUR SKANKY ASS DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!" Dan yelled slurring his words together and started walking over to the bottom of the staircase, "Hurry up!"

I knew better than to mess with him right now so I didn't change or grab anything I just ran down the stairs. Of course I had just woken up because it was summer and I woke up everyday at around noon, so I was dressed in what I wore the night before, a white tank top with a black skull on it and red, boy short underwear that said naughty on the butt. I landed in front of him, standing as straight as I could. "Yea, dad?" I replied, very timidly.

"What is this I here about you being caught in a dressing room at the mall with Tom…no Tyler…no, ughhh, Travis, yea, Travis, half naked! What are you trying to do, embarrass our family! Dirty the Scott name you whore! That is why your mother drank, you bitch! Because you were such a whore you mother drank herself to death! Bitch!" grabbing my arm and twisting it around my back, I yelped in pain, He dragged me into the basement.

"Dad that was two years ago," I said trying to pry myself from his grip, "I was a freshman and you already punished me for that! Please, your hurting me!"

"God, Brooke! You are a slut! Get your act together," with that he slaps me across the face and pushes me back upstairs. Once we reach the top he spins me around and points his finger in my face. With a low whisper he says, "If you tell a soul about this you can make sure that you will be with your mother now!"

End Flashback

Just thinking about it gives me the chills. I step out of the shower, dry myself off and walk back into my bedroom. Turning up my new My Chemical Romance CD I get dressed for school. Slipping on a mid-thigh, plain black, dress and my black converse. Over my dress I slid my arms into a black, zip up hood with a white skull patched on the back. "Ugh," I sigh as I put on the coats of black eye makeup and red lipstick.

"Nathan darling, I'm reading," I say in the worst British accent, while walking down the stairs.

" Oh Brooklyn, please if you would come take a seat in my car as we make our way towards school," he replies in an accent that I'm pretty sure isn't even British. I start laughing as I buckle myself into his red mustang and then we're on our way towards school.

The rest of the drive towards school is filled with laughs and Nathan's bad taste in rap music blaring through the stereo. He pulls into the parking spot that pretty much has his name written on it and we get out of the car. Nathan wraps his arm around my shoulder and gives it a slight squeeze, "You gonna be alright?"

I give him a slight smile and reply, "I'll be fine." We make our way into Tree Hill High, the two Scotts. Pretty much as soon as those doors open, everyone parted the hallway, staring, giggling or gossiping about the newest they heard of Nathan's "love life" or the whole schpeel about "what happened to Brooke Scott," little did I know that a pair of those eyes belonged to the gorgeous blue – eyed boy that took my breath away.