7:04 AM.
Tree Hill High Library
-"Why hello Princess, Daddy couldn't get you out of this one?"
-"Sadly, no he didn't squeeze me out of this. So unfortunately, I'm stuck here with an asshole like you."
A small smirk slowly formed across Lucas Scott's face. Was she seriously going to engage in a verbal slaughter with him?
"Ouch, Princess…you're really breaking my heart. Is 'asshole' the worst thing you could think of?"
Brooke pursed her lips and kept her mouth shut as she turned around to look at Lucas.
"Listen to me Lucas Scott, you are nothing but a burnout. You could disappear forever and no one would care. You're about as low as it gets."
A burnout? Tell him something he didn't already know. Lucas hates being stereotyped and judged. He was always labeled as the badass who gets high for fun, which was partially true. Not gonna lie, the whole 'no one would care' stung slightly. But honestly, Brooke Davis was stereotypically the slutty cheerleader…so he'd go along with the whole name calling thing.
"Well you're just a dildo eating whore. So I think that makes you and I equal."
Peyton Sawyer let out snort at Lucas' last comment. She found this extremely funny, the bitch was gonna get it. Brooke shot her a glare.
Who the hell did this loner think she was? "Shut up!"
Nathan and Haley made eye contact and both stifled back laughs. Nate gave her a small smile, but Haley either rolled her eyes at Nathan or turned her full attention back to Lucas and Brooke…he wasn't sure.
Brooke looked like she could spit venom at this point. She hated being called a slut. She liked hooking up, it was fun. That doesn't make her a slut. Does it? Before she could reply, Principal Turner barged through the doors. Everyone but Lucas straightened up in their chairs.
Lucas rolled his eyes. Pussy's. Turner's just a big douche anyway. Turner walked over to Lucas, slamming his book down on the desk in front of him.
"Sit up, Scott!"
Lucas groaned, slowly sitting up…his slouch still noticeable.
Turner walked back to the front of the library. A grungy black suit with disgusting a tie was sported on him. He faced the group; Turner was clearly pissed this morning. Lucas could tell.
"Well, well, well. This is probably the most mixed bunch I have ever seen." Turner pointed directly at Lucas. "You will not sleep." Turner grinned, happy with himself. "The six of you will not move from these seats, laugh, make eye contact with one another, and say a single word for the next 9 hours of your natural born life."
"Are we aloud to breathe, sir?" Lucas raised his hand, speaking in a sarcastic but at the same time innocent tone. Brooke could see him out of the corner of her eye and couldn't help but grin at his question.
Turner shot Lucas a look as his face turned red. "That's another Saturday for you, Scott." Lucas groaned again. Shit. The fourth one in the past 5 weeks.
"I'm crushed, Turner."
"That's another right there."
"What can I say? I'm thrilled."
"Another. You done yet?" Turners face was gleaming.
"No."
Brooke couldn't believe what Lucas was doing. Was he that stupid? She let out a tiny squeal. "Lucas, stop!!" Lucas quickly looked at Brooke with a quizzical look on his face and she just raised her eyebrows at him in a pleading manner.
"That's another one right there. If you don't watch it, I'm gonna have you for the rest of you're life. Instead of jail you'll come here."
Lucas paused, he hated Turner so much. He only did this to Lucas, no one else.
"How many is that Dick? Remember all of them?"
No one said anything for about 2 minutes, Turner glaring at Lucas and Lucas glaring right back.
"We'll just say it's 8. Two months sounds good to me."
Lucas' jaw dropped, it defiantly hadn't been eight. For once, he had nothing left to say to Turner…he didn't want to push at it anymore.
Brooke couldn't believe what she was hearing, that was so unfair. Sure, Lucas Scott was a complete jerk…but even he didn't deserve that.
"It was actually 4, Mr. Turner." It was Haley who piped in. She had kept count, luckily for Lucas. "It was only half of that."
"Shut it, James."
"But sir.."
"You want one too?"
Haley hung her head in defeat as she shook her head, signaling no.
Turner regained his composure as he addressed the rest of the group.
"Today we're trying something different. An essay on who exactly you think you are. 1000 words, not a word under it. And no you may not re-write one word a thousand times."
Peyton sighed deeply. What do you mean? Who do we think we are? I'm whatever the hell I want to be. Turner has no right in anyway to judge me.
As he handed out a piece of paper, Nathan scowled at Turner. Who am I? I'm the best looking guy around. I can kick your ass at anything. I'm better than you
Haley was confused at this assignment. She had no idea what to write down.
The outspoken tutor, that's who I am...right? I'm going to get through today, and be the same person I was when I walked through this door.
Turner walked backwards out of the library holding 8 fingers up to Lucas.
"Two months. I've got you for two months Scott."
As he turned around, Lucas held up both of his hands, 8 fingers down to Turner.
Brooke shook her head at Lucas and turned her attention to the blank piece of paper on the desk before her.
I have no idea who I am. There's so much more than partying and hooking up. I'm tired of being just the easy slut.
Lucas just crumpled up the piece of yellow-lined notebook paper and threw it between Nathan and Brooke.
Who am I? I'm Lucas Fucking Scott.
Nathan felt the air-bound paper hit the back of his head. Annoyed as hell, he turned around. Nathan couldn't stand Lucas Scott. He refused to think as him as family.
"Excuse me."
Lucas pretended to not hear him as he pulled out a cigarette and lit up.
Nathan cleared his throat, causing Lucas to look at him.
"Do you mind?"
Luke took a drag and let out a dry laugh.
"Wow, the famous Nathan Scott will actually speak to his brother."
Nate scowled; Lucas was nothing put a piece of dirt on the bottom of his shoe. He was nothing to him.
"You're not my brother. Not even close."
"Well, technically. I am. Let's see….your dad, I mean our dad, had sex with my mom….9 months later here I am. And then he did the do with your mom and there you go. So yes, we're brothers as unfortunate as that is."
Nathan sneered and Lucas. Dan had told him so much about Lucas and how he was a mistake. Nate knew how to piss Lucas off.
"At least I'm not the accident. According to dad, you were just supposed to be a stain on the sheets."
Haley didn't know that someone could be that careless and cruel. Even Brooke had a slight frown on her face. Haley spoke up again for the second time today.
"What the hell is wrong with you Nathan? You are the biggest dick I have ever met. And just for your information, you're shit actually does stink like everyone else's…my god."
Lucas just tuned out of that whole rant. His face had turned white with his fists clenched tightly. He could've snapped there, but the door was still open and Luke didn't want to risk another detention. He just let it go and kept his mouth tightly shut for a bit.
-7:41-
Peyton scanned around the room, everyone was dead silent. All that could be heard was Brooke texting away on her neon pink phone. Peyton looked down at the black piece of paper. It was a self portrait of herself surrounded by darkness and people she couldn't stand. Almost every single person was included from this Saturday except Haley. Peyton respected Haley, she didn't let anyone give her shit. Her head snapped up as she heard someone move. It was Lucas, walking towards the door. Peyton next saw him pull something out of the door causing it to quickly shut.
Brooke gazed up from her phone. "Lucas! What the hell are you doing? Fix it!!"
Lucas rolled his eyes. "Shut up. I know what I'm doing. I've been here before."
"Stupid ass, don't get us in trouble." Haley whispered at him. She couldn't get another Saturday detention. Nathan finally spoke. "Seriously, fix it man!"
Lucas sat down quietly and yelled at them. "Shut up!!"
Turner then barged in, "Why is that door shut? WHY?!"
Everyone was silent. Turner's blood was boiling, this was the kind of shit he couldn't stand.
Nathan just shrugged his shoulders. After everything that's happened to Lucas today, he didn't want to make it any worse. "It just shut Turner. I swear."
Turner looked more convinced…he liked Nathan the most out of the whole group.
"The next time I have to come in here, I'm cracking skulls."
Lucas rolled his eyes. Did Turner seriously have to say the same thing ever week? When the door shut, he stood up and lit another cigarette. He took a drag, inhaled the smoke, swallowed it, and blew smoke rings back out. Getting up, Luke knocked over a few chairs and a couple books while he was at it.
Brooke watched him climb up to the second floor of the library.
"What are you doing Stoner Scott?"
Lucas stopped in his tracks and glanced down at her, a dopey grin on his face.
"Find out yourself. You coming or not?"
Nathan shook his head at Brooke. But Brooke ignored him and stood up, following Lucas. "Ok, but tell me now if it involves weed…cause I really don't wanna smell like you."
Laughing to himself, Lucas raised his eyebrows at her.
"Princess, you know you wanna try it…but do you honestly think I'd waste any of my weed on you of all people?"
Review...please. So next more brucas fighting&bonding. more background and shit revealed : sorry it's kinda short, but i promise it'll be more eventfull and longer next chapter
