AN
Your reviews for the last chapter were so amazing. I can't thank you enough particularly those of you who went to the trouble to write longer ones, it means so much to me.
On to this chapter I'm not that happy with it but let me no what you guys think.
I won't be able to update for a little while because I'm off to see my sister but hopefully next chapter will be up within the next week.
Kaya- Your reviews crack me up! I went to Private message you after you demanded an answer in your last one, but realised you weren't a member so I couldn't! In response to your Naley request I'm juggling some ideas about them now, but they won't be in it for a while if I do add them in. I just feel like there would be too much drama going on. And Nathan would be going completely against his believes, which are really important in this fic. But be patient because I haven't given up hope for them at all, just need to find the way to fit them in perfectly.
Chapter 4- De ja vu
It was Wednesday evening. Four days since the annual basketball appreciation evening. Four days since she had snuck out, got caught and been grounded. Four days since she had spoken to or even looked at Lucas Roe. And four long days since she'd had a good nights sleep.
Brooke had tried everything to help switch off her mind but nothing worked. She currently lay in her humongous, insanely comfortable bed forcing her eyes shut yet fully awake. Out of nowhere she let out a scream. This was beyond frustrating. Why the hell couldn't she get him out of her head? What was wrong with her?
She'd had crushes before but they were nothing compared to this. Mostly because every guy she'd liked in the past she'd gone out and got. Brooke didn't do 'what ifs'. She wasn't shy. She was normally the kind of girl who knew what she wanted and knew how to get. Well, she was still that girl, she knew what she wanted: Lucas. And she definitely knew how to get it; she smiled to herself remembering their first meeting at the bar. That defiantly wasn't the issue. The issue was she wasn't allowed it.
This in itself posed another problem. For as long as she could remember being told she wasn't allowed something only made her want it 10 times harder. She had always been this way, even when she was a kid. Her parents would say no she would say yes.
She opened her eyes and glanced over at her alarm clock on her bed side cabinet, 12.33am. She lay on her back staring at the ceiling; it was going to be a long night.
Lucas Roe had been alone at the river court for around 2 hours. He did his best thinking here. But even the comfort of these familiar surroundings didn't soothe him tonight. Brooke was avoiding him. Like the plague. No matter how hard he tried to catch her eye across the lunch room or provoke her in history class or even run into her on their street he couldn't. It was like she had some kind of sixth sense for him, perfectly tuned for helping her steer well clear of any kind of contact.
He was sick of it, sick of her having all the control, making all the decisions. If he wanted to speak to her he knew what he had to do. He had to make it happen.
She turned over for the hundredth time that night, huffing loudly as she flipped her pillow attempting to make her self more comfortable. She lifted her head slightly hearing what she thought was a faint tap on her window pane. Hearing nothing more she settled her head back on the pillow. But a few seconds there it was again. She sat up in bed staring at her window; low and behold after a pause a small stone hit her the glass for the third time. She threw the covers off and tip toed over to her window opening it cautiously.
She looked down to see a dark figure standing in her driveway. Straining her eyes to see in the dark of the night, she saw the unmistakable shape of Lucas' body hiding behind a bush. She grabbed one of Nathan's oversized hoodies and slipped it on over her tank top and cotton shorts and hurried downstairs. Opening her front door as quietly as possible she peered around it looking for her midnight visitor. He was no where to be found, she checked the bush she had seen him behind from her room but he was no longer there. Just as she was about to turn around and walk back to her room, a hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her behind a medium sized tree in her front yard.
She snatched her arm back angrily.
"Rocks at my window? What are you 12 years old?" she whispered spitefully.
"You didn't exactly give me that much of a choice. Why are you avoiding me?" Lucas asked her, only now noticing her outfit or lack of it. Nathan's hoody lay open, exposing her strappy pyjama top, tiny sleep shorts. A pair of thick woolly socks pulled on her feet. She looked the perfect combination of innocence and sex.
"I would have thought that was fairly obvious. Can keep your voice down?! If Nathan caught you here…" she whispered urgently.
"He'd what? That's it, isn't it? The reason you won't talk to me. You're scared of what he'll say." Lucas said shaking his head. Brooke didn't answer just threw her head back and sighed loudly.
"I never pegged you as a coward" That got a reaction out of her.
"I'm not a coward; I'm just not stupid either. There are hundred other reasons' I can't talk to you. The main one being we both know we wanna do more than just talk…" Brooke explained meeting his gaze, seeing a small smile on his lips. He reached out and took her hand in his, running his thumb in circles across her smooth skin.
"I don't trust myself around you…" she whispered softly. He pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her waist. She rested her head on his chest and exhaled, why did this feel so damn right? How could he have so much power over her? One touch and she was putty in his hands. They stood like this for a minute or so, Brooke listening to his heart beat steadily.
"I hoped you'd come" she whispered into his chest, he smiled upon hearing her confession
"I couldn't stop thinking about you. It was killing me, knowing you were just across
the street." He said as ran his hands through her hair soothingly. She would easily fall asleep with him doing that, she thought to herself.
"You ask your mom about my dad yet?" she asked closing her eyes and relaxing into him fully.
"No and I don't intend to" Lucas said tensing slightly.
"Don't you want to know..?" Brooke began however a light going on in her parent's bathroom disturbed them.
"Lucas… I have to go" she said reluctantly, pulling out of his embrace. He face clouded over
"So what now? You go back to hating me or just settle for the classic ignoring each other act?" he asked viciously.
"Don't be like that; it's not my fault…" Brooke said wounded.
"You're not exactly fighting it…" he said angrily.
"What's the point? I can't change who I am. We both know we can't be together" she said firmly.
"How can you say that after Saturday?" he asked in disbelieve.
"Lucas that night was amazing, but it wasn't my life. My life is here, in this house, with these people. Besides we drunk a lot that night who's to say everything we felt was really true…" Brooke rambled staring at her hands
"Don't you dare. Don't you dare try and rationalise this using the 'I was drunk' excuse…" Lucas interrupted her sensing where her sentence was heading.
"Well it's true. I was drunk. We both were…" she reasoned.
"Nice Brooke. Fine you win. I thought you wanted this but clearly I was wrong. Oh and just so you know…your life is what ever you make it"
"Lucas…" she said reaching for his arm as he stormed past her avoiding her grasp.
"It's late. You should get to bed." He muttered before sneaking back out the way he came.
Friday morning came around far too slowly for Brooke's liking. Ever since her nocturnal rendezvous with Lucas she had been in a perpetual state of despair. It was like everywhere she turned she was haunted by his parting expression. Hurt and more importantly disappointment. She scolded herself for not being more eloquent at the time. For not explaining to him that it was what she wanted. She wanted him so badly it scared her. But she didn't trust her self, she didn't trust her judgement. What if the only reason she wanted him was because she couldn't have him? What if the only reason she wanted him is because it would kill her father? She didn't think she could do that to him, it was too much of a risk.
She opened her locker and took out her English book. Great. The class she had been dreading the most all day was just minutes away. She cursed whatever faculty body that had compiled her schedule, as she made her way towards her only lesson with Lucas that day. She was late like always. But Miss Mitchell was a push over so she wasn't worried, a few smooth compliments and her tardiness was soon forgotten. She approached the room to see everyone already seated. The last to arrive again. Rushing through the door she made her way to the empty seat next to Rachel, without looking up she began talking to, who she thought was Miss. Mitchell the mousy looking feeble English sub they'd had since the beginning of term,
"I'm so sorry Miss Mitchell I completely lost track of time. Did I mention how much that sweater totally brings out the blue in your eyes…" She stopped abruptly feeling Rachel's arm nudging her in the ribs. She turned to her, a confused expression on her face.
"Not Miss. Mitchell brainiac…" Rachel whispered through gritted teeth.
"Miss Scott I assume?" A young, tanned hot man asked her. Definitely not Miss. Mitchell.
A murmur of poorly hidden laughs circulated the room. Brooke merely nodded, wondering if in situations like this the floor really would open up swallow her. Nope, didn't look like it.
"My name is Mr. Chavez. I'll be taking the place of Miss Mitchell full time, which, you would already know had you gotten here on time." He said shortly.
"I'm really sorry I…" Brooke tried to explain.
"Lost track of time? Yes well that's your own responsibility. I don't tolerate lateness in my class. Please make an effort to uh 'keep track of time' next week" he said brusquely.
She nodded defeated, sinking into her seat.
"Well if there are no more interruptions lets get started…"
Brooke looked to her left to see Nathan in the next desk along, smirking at her. She just bit her lip and shrugged her shoulders innocently before breaking into hushed giggles.
She turned back to the front of the room thinking she better concentrate for the rest of the lesson if she had any chance of passing this class. However on her return to focusing on Mr Chavez she caught Lucas' eye by accident. The grin that had graced her face just seconds before fell immediately, and was replaced by an uncomfortable tugging pain in her chest. Just ignore it. It's only your the intense pain of your heart aching. Nothing life threatening. She looked away quickly and took a deep breath. Just don't look at him… sure that will work.
Lucas sat at his desk, pen in hand staring at the pathetic excuse for notes in front of him. English was his favourite subject; he loved immersing himself in the roots of the intricate world of literature. But looking down at the sheet of paper in front of him, you wouldn't be able to tell. He hadn't written more than 100 words the whole 40 minutes he had been there. All it had taken was one look to break what ever wall he had constructed to block out thoughts of her. That one look had sent his brain into overdrive. He needed to get out of that room, having her sitting a couple of metres away was enough to make him loose all concentration, the voice of their new English teacher faded into the background. The only thing that brought his attention back to the present was Haley's elbow nudging him,
"Hey daydreamer, he's assigning partners. You could at least try and concentrate…" Lucas thanked her but didn't think it was wise to mention he had missed the part where they had been given the project so really his partner was the least of his troubles.
Mr Chavez had given out almost all of the partners Lucas had missed most of them choosing to stare out the window instead but was brought back down to earth by the mention of his name.
"Lucas Roe and… ahhhh Brooke Scott. Bevin Mirskey and…" Well that certainly got his attention and he wasn't the only one.
"Ah no. I can't be with him" Brooke said quickly interrupting Mr Chavez.
"Miss Scott that's the second time you've interrupted me today. What seems to be the problem?" Mr Chavez asked coldly.
"I want to switch my partner" she answered, looking across at Nathan. He was sat upright in his chair patiently awaiting the teachers answer. His brow furrowed and leg twitching.
"If you had been listening in the first place you would have heard me say partners are final. No changes will be made unless you have a very good reason. What's your reason Miss Scott?" he asked. Brooke opened her mouth to answer however Nathan beat her to it.
"Mr Chavez Brooke's really sorry about earlier, aren't you? You're new here so I'm not sure if any one told you but Scott's and Roes don't work together and all the teachers respect that. So If you could just get her a new partner…" Nathan finished confidently.
"I don't remember asking you Mr. Scott. And some silly feud isn't good enough a reason for me. No change." Mr Chavez continued reading names off his list leaving a livid Nathan to curse silently. The bell rang shortly; Nathan got up from his desk and stormed out of the room followed closely by Rachel.
Brooke packed up her things slowly and glanced across the room to see Lucas standing by his desk with Haley. She took a deep breath and walked over to him.
"So I guess we should arrange some study sessions" she said awkwardly, avoiding his stare. She could feel Haley's eyes burning a hole in her head. Brooke looked across at her and raised her eyebrows in a question. Haley just stared back unthreatened, her face growing uglier with distaste by the second. Lucas, sensing the tension between the two girls, spoke quickly trying to avoid the imminent confrontation.
"Uh yeah I guess. How's Saturday at the library. 12 O'clock?" Lucas asked, looking between the two girls.
"Fine. Don't be late." She said bitchily, finally taking her eyes of Haley to look at him. His eyes were pleading with her, don't start anything. She turned away quickly. She hated the fact that she could read him so well and what's more that she was actually obeying his wish. When did she become such a sissy? She walked out the door glancing over her shoulder once more to give throw a dirty look Haley's way before strutting out of the class room, her heels echoing through the hall.
"How dare she come over here and interrupt us like she is the most important person in the world! Don't you just wish you could slap that nasty little stuck up expression
off her face?" Haley fumed, gesturing wildly with her hands.
Lucas stared after Brooke not fully listening to a word Haley said.
"Lucas…Lucas. Hello I'm talking to you! God what is with you today? You're all over the place." Haley said in a worried tone.
"I uh just didn't sleep well last night. Come on lets get out of here" he stuttered. Wrapping an arm around Haley and guiding her out of the empty classroom.
There were a lot of things he wished he could do to Brooke Scott and slapping her wasn't one of them.
Brooke hurried down the hallway stopping in front of her locker. Nathan and Rachel were already there arguing in raised voices as Rachel checked her appearance in the mirror that hung in her locker door.
"Just let it go Nathan there's nothing you can do about it!" Rachel sighed, it was clear they'd been at this for some time. Nathan was about to answer when he caught sight of Brooke,
"There you are. I was just telling Rach how I was gonna fix this Lucas problem…" Nathan said triumphantly.
"Oh yeah? And how's that?" Brooke asked tiredly it was Friday afternoon and all she really wanted to do was to go home and relax, this week had been killer.
"I'm just gonna give dad a quick call, he'll sort it out in no time." Nathan assured her.
Brooke sighed she did not want her father getting involved.
"No he won't Nathan" she said firmly.
"What are you talking about Brooke? Do you have any idea how much power dad has at this school? I haven't been partnered with any of the Roe's the whole time I've been here. Do you think that's some kind of freakish coincidence? Because I'm telling you now its not."
"That's not what I meant Nathan. I'm a big girl Nathan I can take care of my own problems, I don't need dads help nor do I want it." She argued.
"Come on Brooke stop being so stubborn for once in your life. Your not actually thinking of working with him are you?" he asked her in a mocking tone.
"I don't have much of a choice. It's obvious Mr Chavez has it in for me, I need to get a good grade on this project to have any shot of passing this class." Brooke explained as they walked towards the cafeteria
"Dad won't be happy about this." Nathan said completely unconvinced.
"So don't tell him! Come on Nathan. So this new guy's an ass, but I don't wanna get him fired. It's just one measly little project, I can put up with him for a couple of weeks." Brooke reasoned only half convinced her self.
"Yeah I guess. But I wouldn't exactly call 30 of your final grade measly" Nathan gave in beaten.
Brooke groaned loudly.
"I've really got to start listening in class" Brooke said linking arms with Rachel.
"Right there with you sister. Any way enough of all this school talk, what are we doing tonight? I've barely seen you all week and when I have you've been walking around here like an extra on dawn of the dead…" Rachel asked as they walked down the hallway.
"I think you mean what you are doing tonight. There's a reason I haven't been going out my psycho father grounded me remember? So whilst you two have fun getting wasted tonight I'll be tucked up in bed like the perfect daughter we both know I'm far from being" Brooke answered ignoring the second part of Rachel's question.
"Uhh your dad is ruining my life! Speaking of Saturday, you do realise you still haven't explained your mystery disappearing act, and if you avoid the question one more time I might just have to kick your skanky ass." Rachel said quickly leaving no room for interruption. Brooke looked behind her to see her brother chatting to a couple of the guys from the team. Having gotten bored of their conversation a couple of minutes earlier Nathan had begun talking to Tim about next week's game.
"I just had to get out of there, too many sleazy old men for even me to handle. I just went down to the beach with my good friend Jose Cuervo, nothing scandalous I'm afraid." Brooke lied, thinking on her feet.
"Well if that was the case why didn't you invite me along we could have made it a threesome…" Rachel joked, semi satisfied with her best friends answer.
"Sorry it was kind of a spare of the moment dash for freedom" Brooke apologised.
Nathan jogged to catch up with the two girls as their conversation came to an end.
"What are you guys talking about?" he asked throwing an arm around each of them.
"I was just telling Brooke what a miserable old women she was becoming…" Rachel answered looking up at Nathan's face.
"Don't you think she needs a night out? She's gonna dry up like a prune locked up in that house…" Rachel pleaded puppy dog eyes fully visible.
"And I was reminding her I'm grounded. You make it sound like I choose to stay there!" Brooke cried indignantly.
"I agree with Rachel. You haven't been yourself this week Brookie. Maybe a night out is just what you need. We're all going to this new club tonight, what's it called..?" Nathan asked Rachel.
"Tric. And it's gonna be frickin' awesome. You have to come Brookie. Pleasssssssse!" Rachel whined petulantly.
"Okay first of all you have to stop making that noise; you sound like a strangled cat. And second, no matter how much you beg it doesn't change the fact I'm. still. grounded." Brooke said slowly like talking to someone with a mental problem.
Rachel looked up at Nathan begging him with her eyes.
"Lucky for you, I heard dad say he was going out of town this weekend. Leave mom up to me. We're going out tonight one way or another. Start planning your outfit…" Nathan said happily, looking down at Brooke's mischievous smile.
"Yes! Oh we are so going to get you laid…" Rachel squealed in excitement.
"Rachel!" Nathan and Brooke said at the same time.
"She doesn't mean that" Brooke tried reassuring Nathan.
"You know I do. See you tonight bitch" she said as she got up giving her a wink before getting lost in the crowds.
Brooke sat in front of at her dresser applying dark sultry eye shadow expertly. She moved her head back to look at the overall effect. Perfect. She stood up and turned towards her closet but seeing her brother standing in her doorway she stopped.
"Hey. I promise I'm almost ready. And I know I said that half an hour ago but well I lied… this time I mean it. I just have to get dressed…" she said walking into her crowded closet.
Nathan walked in the room and took a seat on her bed. He looked around the room, her pom poms hung on the corner of her four poster, pictures of her and Rachel littered the walls, a shiny gold cheerleading trophy stood on the shelf in the far corner.
"So what do you think…black or green?" She asked emerging from the closet holding two hangers both holding short dresses one green and one black.
"Nathan?" She asked again. He was sitting on the end of her bed, her pink soft toy elephant in his hands looking at her strangely; he had that look he got when he wanted to ask her something.
"Brooke are you okay? I mean really. I know something's been bothering you this week and don't try and deny it, I can always tell when you're lying." He said squeezing the pink elephant between his big hands.
"I'm just getting used to being back that's all. I didn't mean to worry you but really that's it" she lied feeling a ball of energy tense in her stomach. God she hated lying to him. But technically there was nothing going on between her and Lucas, she had made sure of that, so really there was nothing to tell.
"I know I sound like a complete girl but something's different about you… it's almost like your spirits broken, you just haven't seemed like yourself. You gotta look after yourself Brooke; do what you have to do to mend what ever it is that's broken inside you. I don't know if I have to say this but you know you can always talk to me, about anything." Nathan finished looking up from the soft toy to her face.
"I know and I love you for it" she whispered her eyes serious.
"Okay. Well I'm gonna go wait for you downstairs." He said walking towards the door.
"Oh and definitely the green" he said giving her a smile before exiting her room.
Brooke went to place the black dress back in the closet; just as she was making space for it a flash of red caught her eye. It was the dress she had worn on Saturday night; she looked at it and smiled unconsciously. Memories of her time at the bar with Lucas filled her head. She put the dress away and began picking out shoes but stopped suddenly. She had left the dress in Lucas' car. How had it ended up in her closet when she had left it in the front seat of his car?
"Lucy!" Brooke bellowed to their housekeeper.
"Yes darling" Lucy said appearing in Brooke bedroom doorway.
"Did u put this dress back in my closet?" Brooke asked
"Yes mam. I found it rapped up on the front porch this morning. I just assumed one of your friends had dropped it off. Was that the wrong thing to do?" the woman asked somewhat confused.
"Uh no. Of course not I just wondered that's all. Thanks."
Brooke began dressing a bounce in her step. He still cares. He definitely still cares.
Brooke and Nathan had arrived at the club around an hour ago and had drunk a considerable amount by the time Rachel showed up. Nathan's words from her bedroom rang through her head, 'do whatever you have to mend what ever it is that's broken inside of you'. She was certain he wouldn't be giving her the same advice if he knew who would be helping her mend it.
They were sat at a booth in a corner with half the team and various cheerleaders. Laughter and shouts erupting from the table every so often, they were a rowdy crowd that was for sure. Despite her chat with Nathan and the twisted state of her love life, she was still having a good time.
"What time do you call this?" Brooke asked still laughing at Bevin as she tried her hardest to out drink Tim.
"Time for you to work that pretty ass of yours on the dance floor" Rachel said grabbing her hand and leading her out in to the crowded dance floor. Brooke looked back over her shoulder to see Nathan looking back of the two of them. She smiled and followed her best friend.
The smooth beats of some R'n'B track filled the club, the two girls soon found their rhythm. Moving their hips perfectly in time to the music, before long a small crowd of men had grown around them. Before she could stop her Rachel had grabbed her and thrown her, in the most inelegant way possible, onto a particularly cute one.
Brooke began dancing with him; maybe this was just what she needed to help her forget all the drama that had been going on. Just some good old fashioned no strings attached sex. Maybe.
Peyton Sawyer walked into the club unimpressed. It was a nice club, huge, filled with intoxicated writhing bodies.
"Just what Tree Hill needs another place for underage teens to get wasted. Why did I let you drag me here again?" Peyton asked Haley as they made the table Lucas, Skills, Jake and Mouth already sat at.
"Wow you really are a ray of sunshine today! I dragged you here because it's Friday night and I was not about to let you sit at home alone all night, scrooge" Haley said as they sat down. Lucas laughed whole heartedly. He really needed this time with his friends he felt him self relax in a way he hadn't in weeks. He was determined to forget about her tonight and get back into his old routine. New weekend new girl, no forbidden love dramas. Just a guy and a girl doing what god had intended. Peyton's un amused voice continued to berate Haley,
"Yeah but here? I'm mean look this place is swarming with Scott's, check out the skank-sisters…" Peyton said as she gladly accepted a drink of Jake.
Lucas looked over to where she had gestured. Brooke and Rachel were currently fending off guys from every angle shaking their hips shamelessly tempting and teasing any guy that came near them. Lucas looked on battling the twinge of jealousy he felt when Brooke smiled cheekily at one of the grease balls watching her.
"Cant argue with you there. They should have a separate room for the whores…" Haley muttered before launching into a detailed rant about her parents new crazy business venture. No matter how hard he tried not to stare at her he couldn't help it. But he remained determined that she was not ruining his night. He downed his drink and searched the club for his girl of the evening. A tall busty blonde caught his eye from the dance floor. She smiled seductively. Perfect.
Two could play that game.
Brooke was stood at the bar waiting for Cliff to buy her a drink. So he was about as interesting as talking to an old boot, but he was hot and obviously into her. And the perfect pawn in operation forget about Lucas. She scanned the room as she waited rather impatiently. Nathan and Rachel were making out on the dance floor, she smiled to her self. They were so perfect for each other she wasn't sure how much longer they could deny it. Turning to the other side of the club she saw a couple nearby getting hot and heavy by the balcony, they really needed to get a room or pretty soon they were gonna be giving a live sex show at a bargain price.
She watched the Paris Hilton like-a-like stop kissing him and take a hold of his hand and guide him towards the outdoor balcony- one of the many unique features of the club. The guy took her hand willingly, only now turning to face Brooke. She swallowed hard. It was him. Of course it was him. She felt herself come crashing down to earth with a bump. So she wasn't over him or this image would not be having the heart trenching effect it was having on her right now. Cliff came back over to her and handed her a vodka and coke, but still her attention was elsewhere.
"I'm really sorry Cliff….
"It's Colin…" he interrupted.
"Whatever… I'm gonna have to take a rain check" Brooke said as she rushed towards the exit the image of the couple burnt into her mind.
When Brooke arrived at the library the next day Lucas was already there nursing a steaming cup of coffee.
"Feeling fragile?" she asked coldly from behind him gesturing to the black coffee.
"I was beginning to think you weren't gonna show" Lucas said looking up from the open book in front of him. To be honest she'd had doubts herself, but the pressure of her less then perfect GPA and her severely wounded pride depended on her attending their study session.
"Let's just get this over with okay?" she spat.
"Come on Brooke we're gonna be working together for a while we might as well at least try and be civil, try and be…"
"If you say friends I might just pour that steaming hot coffee down your pants" she interrupted him.
"Fine. Let's just get started…" Lucas answered unsure what had got her so angry. Sure they weren't on the best of terms but he wasn't expecting quite such a frosty reception. He swallowed a mouthful of coffee, hoping that it would somehow help the thumping headache that he'd had since he woke up this morning. Sure it might help the pain in his head but he was more than certain it would do nothing for the ache in his chest. Even when she was angry she was beautiful. Focus. He needed to focus and this afternoon would be over before he knew it. Yeah right.
They had been working for around two hours, talking as little as possible. Which was a pretty tricky task considering they were supposed to be exchanging ideas and coming up with an answer to the projects question; whenever they did speak Brooke was either short and abrupt or just downright rude. Lucas cell beep loudly alerting him of a message. He took it out of his pocket to see a message from Haley.
"Do you mind keeping the dirty texts to your hoes on your own time. Some of us want to get out of here before midnight…" Brooke said cattily. That was it for Lucas he was sick of the bitchy comments she had been popping out all day and could no longer be the bigger person and ignore her,
"Okay that's it. What the hell is your problem? Cause I'm pretty sure last time we spoke you were the one being a bitch, and I was pissed. Now unless we had some monumental argument that I have completely forgotten about, which, by the way could well have happened there's been so many now I'm finding pretty hard to keep up, I should be the one being a complete ass to you not the other way around." Lucas said throwing his pen on the table in frustration.
"You're right I should be the one being nice to you, after all you did turn up in the middle of the night to declare your heartfelt feelings for me. But you know what? I'm not sure whether it's the image of you dry humping that trailer trash tramp from last night or something else, but I find myself suddenly doubting your sincerity." Brooke said from her place over at the bookcase. She dumped three heavy books on the table loudly and stared at him waiting for a response. Lucas took a minute to realise she had seen him with Mandy last night. For a split second he felt guilty but that feeling was soon replaced but outrage.
"Wow I'm surprised you even had time to take a break from entertaining your fan club to notice me" Lucas said sarcastically.
"Excuse me, I was just dancing. What you and Lolita were doing on the other hand, was obscene"
"What do you want from me Brooke? In case you've forgotten we're not together" Lucas said bitterly.
"How could I forget?" she muttered
"Well then what? You don't want me, but you don't want me anyone else to have me either, is that it?" he asked standing up and following her into the stacks.
"No it's not that"
"Well then what Brooke? Because I'm not sure how much longer I can put up with this hot and cold act. It's like you're bipolar or something! One minute you hate me the next you're trying to jump my bones..."
"I don't know okay! I feel like I don't know anything anymore. Oh god I can't believe I'm having this same conversation with you. What am I doing here? I've gotta go…" she said grabbing her purse of the table and turned towards the exit.
"Yeah that would be right, walk away. I'm getting pretty familiar with the back of your head…" Lucas said raising his voice slightly in frustration.
"Don't Lucas. Don't push me…" she threatened weakly.
"Why because then you might actually show some human emotion other than hate? You can't run forever Brooke. One day you'll wake up and realise that you've run away from everything that's good in your life…"
"Maybe that's a good thing. I'm like a cursed rabbit's foot; I screw up everything that means anything to me…" Tears filled her eyes.
"Brooke we cant keep doing this, for the love of god talk to me…" Lucas said desperately.
"I can't. Lucas, I just can't…"
He watched her run out of the library and heard her car screech as she tore off into the distance. So they'd had another argument to add to their already pretty impressive score.
And she had run off yet again but at least they had made some progress. It was obvious to him that, whether she wanted to admit it or not, it bothered her seeing him with other girls.
He'd learnt a valuable lesson that day that had absolutely nothing to do with their pathetic excuse for an English project in front of him. Brooke Scott had feelings for him, strong feelings for him. And it scared her shitless.
Please don't hate me! I know more drama. But be patient half of the beauty of their relationship is in the struggle, but I promise more brucasy moments next chap!