Chapter 4
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AN: I know this is weird, me updating the next day. But, I'm bored and don't have work for another 3 hours, and I'm hoping to get some kind of review from people. Since I only got one so far. Thanks Monica, I love you for your support, and everyone else out there…hugs…
On with it.
Previously on Untitled
"For once Brooke, think with your heart. Not your brain. Does this feel right to you, or are you going to run back to Luke? After full knowing that if you went back to that house and went in her room and found him with her? Would you still love him?"
"Of course not, but they aren't, Jake, they aren't together."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Then why is Luke exiting her house?"
She turned, to in fact, witness Luke exiting Peyton's house, fixing his clothes and running a hand through his already messy hair. Turing on the sidewalk, walking in a different direction then they were. She was shocked to say the least.
And that's when everything went black.
When Brooke woke up, she wasn't in her bed; she wasn't even in her room. Everything from the night before a bit fuzzy.
"Where am I?" she whispered to herself, rubbing her head.
"You passed out when you saw your boyfriend exiting my girlfriends house," a voice said, "you're in my room Brooke. You weren't even trying to wake up last night."
"Jake?" she asked.
"Yes Brooke, who else would I be?"
"I don't know, some guy who found me on the street and decided to pick me up and drag me off somewhere to destroy the body."
"Brooke?"
"Sorry, but thanks for the recap. What I really don't want to deal with right now is that. Do you have anything to drink?"
"Sure, water, OJ, coffee?"
"Anything stronger? Maybe like vodka?"
"Brooke, I don't like alcohol is answer right now. You can go out and party, and drown your sorrows later. Right now, I want to make sure you're okay. Are you okay?"
Yes, no, I don't know. Everything from last night is kinda blurry. Jake, I've been thinking…"
"That's never a good thing," he said with a smile on his lips.
"Shut up," she said, letting out a laugh, "I'm serious," she said, still smiling. A genuine smile, something she hasn't done in awhile.
"What is it then Brooke?" he asked.
"Since when did we become this close? I mean, we've never been this close, ever. Not saying that I don't like talking to you, cause I do, it's just some of the stuff I tell you, I never told Peyton. My best friend, and I have secrets from her that only you know. And all we could do at one point was bicker. Now you're one of my closest friends."
"I guess we just grew up. We stopped being the immature us, and started with the maturity. And Brooke, all that shows is that you don't fully trust Peyton. Which is weird, cause she is your best friend and you've been through hell with each other."
"I know, and I hate the fact that the 'we grew up' line was used 2 days in a row. Yea we grew up, but why does it have to change people?"
"I don't know Brooke, it just happens. Don't let it get you down. Hey here's a thought. Maybe you're the one that changed and everyone else around you stayed the same. I mean, you're not miss cheerleader, well you are a cheerleader, but you're not bouncy all the time anymore, and also you don't party all the time, at least not anymore, maybe somewhere inside you, you found who you are, and none of us got there yet," he said, cupping her face, making her look into his eyes. Making her see that he really cared.
Yet again, they leaned closer, and closer, until their lips were centimeters apart, when she heard a slight buzzing sound.
"What was that?" she asked, not moving her head.
"I don't know, don't worry about it," he said, moving closer to her.
"It's my phone, I have to get it, what if it's important," she said, scrambling to her purse, "oh it's a text."
"Okay."
It read, "I swear on our friendship."
"Oh my gosh, I gotta go. Jake thanks for everything. It's going to be okay now, everything's going to be fine," she said, in a rush hugging him, thanks, and running out the door. Leaving Jake in complete shock, seeing as how he almost kissed his girlfriends best friend…again.
Brooke ran out the door, and down the street, running into her friend's house, running up the stairs, and into her room. Seeing her standing there waiting. They ran at each other, hugging each other to death.
"I'm so sorry Peyton, I should have never doubted you. I am so, so sorry."
"It's okay Brooke, I guess I was just going through some thing."
"Promise you won't lie to me ever again?"
"I Promise."
"Yay!" Brooke let out, hugging her friend.
"Brooke? Um Brooke, I need air? You're killing me Brooke Davis!" Peyton let out with what breathe she had.
"What?" she asked, "oh sorry," she said, letting her go.
"When did you get so strong? Damn you nearly choked me to death."
"Sorry, I guess I was a little excited."
And that's when Brooke decided to not ask Peyton about last night. Not wanting to start up their little fight again. And if they had been together, why did she tell her that she swears on her friendship?
After about 4 hours of some serious girl talk, Brooke was on her way home, when she passed by his house. He was standing in the window, watching her. She smiled to him, that genuine smile, the smile that only he had seen. He smiled right back. And she kept walking straight home, that smile never leaving her face.
Everything was going to be all right…or was it?
Meanwhile…
A car went driving down the street. The passenger looked out his window at the girl walking on the sidewalk, smile on her face. He frowned.
"Why are we here again?"
"Jones, it's our assignment, remember? Why do you always space during the briefing. One of these days you're going to be killed on the job," The driver said.
"Good thing we don't do anything dangerous, smart ass."
"We're here to take down Dan Scott," he said.
"And who is he again?"
"Big shot mayor of this town, runs his own car dealership. We got word 3 months ago about fraud. We're here to investigate."
"Right. And why do I have to be the high schooler again?"
"Cause you have to get close to his sons, and their friends, find out what he's doing, and if they know anything about it. Got it? Or are you going to forget again?"
"I'll be fine."
"Welcome to Tree Hill."
Okay there you go…I keep adding twists…I need to stop…
Well 2 chapters in 2 days…it's a record for me…if I don't have to work in the morning, there might be a chapter tonight we'll see…
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