Well hello all! Because I'm sitting in bed pretty much all day today with my leg propped up, etc. I decided that I would start another chapter to this story. Hopefully this summer I will be updating this more frequently because basically my whole summer is free! As always I hope you enjoy this chapter and much as I enjoy writing it :D
I also realized that pretty much the whole story is in Brooke's POV and I was wondering if you guys liked it like that or should I do more Lucas's and other people POV also….
Disclaimer – As always I do not own any part of One Tree Hill, blah blah blah
Flashbacks are in italics
What is Love? – Chapter 6
BROOKE'S POV
"Ugh," I groan when I start to wake up. My head is throbbing and my teeth start chattering as I feel Goosebumps over my entire body. I wipe the sleep out of my eyes and slowly start to sit up, pushing myself against the headboard of my bed. My eyes are still closed as I massage my temples, as I begin to go over the events of last night, when I got home. To be completely honest with you I didn't expect Nathan to get all emotional and shit at all. I mean I know he's worried about me, he pretty much has been for the past two years, but even though I'm still grieving and still hurting I can't believe he doesn't notice that I'm starting to smile more and enjoy life more than I have in a while.
Opening my eyes has become sort of a struggle, but once there finally open I look around my room, then I glance at my digital clock sitting on my nightstand. It read 10:45 am. "Shit!" I cursed as I realized it was the second day of school and I was already almost three hours late. Before I go into full panic mode and rip the sheets off my ice - cold body I notice a yellow piece of paper sitting next to my alarm clock. I pull the dangling light switch under my lamp, watching it illuminate my room and hold the paper in between my fingers. It read,
Hey Brookie Monster,
I know last night was exhausting and emotional for you. Sorry I just kind of bombarded you. I know you were tired so I decided that I wouldn't wake you up for school and let you sleep in. You can choose what you want to do for the rest of the day.
From,
Nathan
I smiled at the chicken scratched words on the paper. I'll probably end up going to school just because I feel fine now. I pushed the covers off of my body, leaving my damp towel still in bed and stretching my hands above my head. I walked over to the shower and took a look in the mirror. "Wow I look like ass." My hair was stringy and knotty. My face, pale and a very sickly color, while my eye makeup was dried on my cheeks. My eyes are blood shot from the amount of crying I did last night. My clothes are stiff from being wet and my whole body is shaking because I'm so cold. I close the bathroom door and slip my hand between the opaque shower curtain and the tiled wall, while pulling the lever on the wall to turn on the shower. I hopped into the shower and the steaming water felt amazing on my body. I felt when the water hit my body it was washing away the problems I had been faced with recently.
I stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself in a fluffy red towel and looked in the mirror. "Much better." I took a brush through my long hair and dried off my now clean skin. I slid on a bra, panties, a tight red t-shirt and a pair of black short shorts. Walking back into the bathroom I blow dried my hair and turned on my curling iron. While waiting for the iron to get hot, I brushed my teeth and rimmed my hazel eyes with black eye liner. I walked back into my bedroom and found my red and black checkered, slide on vans. Picking up my black fingerless gloves that stopped at my elbow I went back into the bathroom and started to curl my hair. When I finished curling my hair I slid the gloves over my hands, turned off the lights in my room and went down to the kitchen to make a sandwich.
I grabbed a brown paper bag and put my peanut butter and jelly sandwich into it, grabbed my army green messenger bag with different colored pins on it and my keys to my black bug and walked out the front door. Brushing one of my curls behind my ear I opened my car and took off towards Tree Hill High. I pulled into my usual spot just in time for the lunch bell. I walked through the new courtyard and spotted Nathan sitting with his basketball teammates. I looked around at the other tables and found Haley sitting by herself eating an apple and reading a book, gosh what a dork. I giggled when I saw her and jogged over to her table, sitting down on stone bench at the table. "Hey Brooke, did you just get here?"
"Yep, Tutor girl! Nate forgot to wake me up this morning so that's why I'm a little late," I explained to her.
"Oh goodness. Well you didn't miss much. I mean it is only the second day of school so the teacher haven't really given us anything to do," she took another bite out of her apple and looked down at her book again.
"Hales if we don't have any homework what are you reading?"
"Just some book I got from the school library that I have been dying to get my hands on!"
I laughed, "You are such a dork Haley Bop, but that's why I love you."
"Yea, that's right Holly you are a dork. And apparently you hang out with ugly, fat, Goth girls with no sense of style. You might not wanna get to close I heard she has herpes," Peyton snickered at Rachel's comment as they passed our table. I brushed the lone tear that slid down my cheek away quickly before anyone could see it. I knew everyone in the courtyard was staring at the interaction between me, Haley and Rachel and Peyton. Rachel, Peyton and me used to be best friends, but that changed when I changed.
"You should be talking Racho. God, you are such a whore," Haley said, while shutting her book and slamming her apple core on the stone table. She stood up, anger in her eyes and was going to so beat Rachel up, but I put my hand up and replied in a quiet voice,
"Hales, please don't."
"Awe the freak talks. Peyt look, no wonder her mom killed herself, I'd kill myself too if I had a daughter like you" Rachel started laughing hysterically, but Peyton just stared at Rachel. They both walked away, but Peyton looked back and looked at me, giving me an 'I'm sorry stare.' Whatever I hate them both.
I took a deep breath as I heard some of the student body laughing at Rachel's comment, but most of them were looking at Rachel in shock. God I hate this! I grabbed my messenger bag, swung my leg over the cold stone bench and ran towards the school.
"Brooke…. Brooke," Haley called after me, but before she could reach me I was heading down the familiar path that I did a couple days ago. Down the stairs and to the rusted door that lead to the abandoned courtyard. I pushed the door open as more tears fell down my cheeks and ran into courtyard. 'God damnit! I have got to stop letting them get to me!' I sat down in the middle of the courtyard with my knees brought up to my chest and my arms wrapped around them tightly. I start to rock back and forth and think about what Rachel said about my mom and about how she's right. I never got good grades or did anything to make either of my parents proud of me. No wonder she died of alcohol poisoning, she was trying to escape me. When I think about this I cry even harder and my sobs start to become louder, so loud that I don't hear the door opening until I feel strong, muscled arms wrap around my shaking frame.
I know who it is cause I can smell the smoke on his clothes as his arms encircle around my body. At this point tears are coming down my face at such a rapid pace that I can't stop them. He is now kneeling beside me, his already torn jeans now covered in grass stains as my tears are soaking his grey t-shirt. I let go of my knees and face him, my head still buried in his chest and my arms wrap around his strong torso. I feel his soft lips kiss my forehead and I take a deep breath as I try to relax. Soon the tears come to a halt and I wipe at my cheeks trying to get rid of the black makeup I know is running down my face.
I look up to his precious face with my puffy red eyes. I can see concern and worry etched into his features, I take in a ragged breath, "I'm…I'm sorry." I say as I push myself up off the ground, brushing the dirt off my pants and flinging my messenger bag over my shoulders. I wipe at my eyes one more time before I look back up to Lucas, "Um, I gotta go," I whisper before I take off into a sprint once again. I can get past him because he is still on his knees, while I exit the courtyard once again, leaving him calling my name, "Brooke…Brooke."
I managed to make it to my car and get inside before I see Lucas pushing the glass doors open that leads to the new courtyard that is filled with students. I back out of my parking spot and step on the gas, leaving him in the dust as I race out of the Tree Hill High Parking lot.
A/N : Hello again! So I know this chapter is kind of short but I really wanted to get another chapter out on the site soon. And I thought ending it here would be a good spot to end this chapter. But yes. Please review… hope you liked this chapter!