Compared to Lucas and Brooke's bonding, the other three had absolutely nothing. Peyton was half asleep. Her pencil making a loud, slow swooshing noise each time it glided across the piece of paper. Her green eyes were beginning to close, he eyelids heavy and drooping. Haley, on the other hand, was wide awake…still fuming at Nathan's earlier comment. How could someone be so inconsiderate and cruel? For god sake, Lucas was his brother…his own flesh and blood. Sure Lucas Scott was…well Lucas Scott, but even he didn't deserve that.

Nathan kept getting glances of Haley out of the corner of his eye. He was pretty sure that if he struck up any form of conversation or small talk that she would bite his head off. So he decided to just keep his mouth shut. Haley couldn't keep it in anymore after ten minetes of piercing silence.

"He is your brother you know."

Nathan lifted his head up off of the desk with a tiny scowl on his face. "Yeah, sort of."

Haley raised both of her eyebrows in anger. "Ok, so he's only half. But he's still your family, Nathan."

Nate let out a deep sigh, realizing that this was going to get no where unless he admitted he was wrong. "What I said was over the top, I agree."

Haley smiled widely, extremely satisfied and proud of herself. She had just gotten Mr. Ego to admit he was flawed. After another long pause, she spoke up again.

"What do you think Brooke and Lucas are doing? Where'd they go?"

For the first time that day Nathan and Haley heard Peyton's muffled voice from behind them in the back of the room. "Well there's numerous possibilities: One of them killed the other, they're getting high, or knowing Brooke Davis….they're having sex."

But she was wrong, very…very wrong. Brooke Davis and Lucas Scott were lying next to each other flat on their backs, staring straight up into the sky. The previously crystal clear sky had turned cloudy and grey. None of them said a word for a while, just soaking in the calmness around them. Brooke broke the soothing silence.

"Do you know where Turner is?"

Lucas shook his head. "I don't"

"Do you know what time he's gonna check the library?"

He just lazily shrugged his shoulders.

"Nope."

Brooke stayed silent. She didn't want to go back down there yet, but then again she didn't want another Saturday being spent with Mr. Scott himself.

"Being bad feels pretty good, huh?"

Lucas laughed as he turned his blond head so he was looking at her. He could see the tiny smile on her face and he couldn't help but grin too. Her smile was contagious. Lucas, for once, had an idea.

Lucas sad back up and extended out his hand to her which she grabbed onto without hesitation this time. He softly shook her hand and gave it a tiny squeeze.

"Hi my name is Lucas Eugene Scott. My backgrounds a little shaky, but hey that's life. I love playing air guitar…..wow it's such a rush. My favorite thing to do is play basketball down at the rivercourt. Tim Burton movies are the best, especially the Nightmare before Christmas. I'm currently in the process of writing my first novel. That's another thing…reading. I'm a bookworm, I'll admit it. Poe's my favorite author. I try on purpose to be different than everyone else. And right now I'm just dying to meet the intriguing brown eyed girl that I just made a complete fool of myself too."

Hopefully she got that he was trying to reintroduce himself to her for what he was really like. Brooke couldn't help but laugh and blush as she shook his hand before gently letting go. For some reason, her skin felt like it was on fire.

"Well Lucas EUGENE Scott, my name is Brooke Penelope Davis. Yes, I know, both of us have unfortunate middle names, so I really can't make too much fun of you. I, myself, like watching countless reruns of Friends…Rachel Green is my personal favorite friend, she kinda reminds me of myself in some ways. Secretly, I love having cheesy horror movie marathons…like Jason and Freddy and Chuckie, anything stupidly made. My all time favorite movie is the Notebook. Although I'm always drawn towards stuck up, cocky guys…I really want to find a sensitive romantic. Ice cream….wow don't even get me started on that. My secret passion is designing my own clothes. I want to start my own line some day. I want to prove people wrong, that I can actually accomplish something I put my mind to. But mostly…I just want to mean something to somebody, you know."

Lucas had a warm smile on his face. Brooke noticed his mesmerizing icy blue eyes were staring straight into hers.

"Very nice to finally meet you princess."

She laughed as she brushed a strand of stray hair out of her flawless face and tucked it behind her ear. The way he called her princess no longer annoyed her, every time he now called her it she got butterflies in her stomach. What the hell was going on with her? Did she have a tiny crush on the one and only Lucas Scott? No, Brooke Davis didn't have crushes…just flings. But my god he was the first guy who was actually genuine and real with her.

Lucas glanced over to Brooke. How come he didn't find her to be a pain in the ass anymore? Well….she was still a pain in the ass, just not as bad as before. That dimpled smile was heart melting, honestly. No wonder so many guys were lined up for her. She had that indescribable spunk about her. Brooke was always upbeat, but Lucas could tell that it was all a façade. Behind the perfect Brooke Davis there was someone who, in some crazy way, was similar to him. Luke could tell by her eyes. They were pools filled with a deep sadness and loneliness. He could actually relate to her, who would've thought. Her presentation of herself as all an act, a big hoax, nothing more.

His thoughts were interrupted by a big gust of frigid air. Looking over at Brooke, Lucas noticed that she wasn't wearing any form of coat. His ever so observant eyes noticed goose bumps emerge on her skin. Without hesitation Lucas pulled his faded grey sweatshirt up over his head and handed it to her without saying a word. Brooke gave him a puzzled look. No guy has ever done that before. Dare she say it, but Lucas fucking Scott was sweet and cared about her well being. She smiled softly and spoke quietly in a hushed whisper.

"Thank you."

Brooke saw him nod silently as she brought it up over her head. It smelled different, but so good. She sniffed it slowly, inhaling his scent. There was a mix of maybe 2 or 3 different things. The cigarette smell was there for sure with the slightest hint of Axe which probably was used to get rid of the weed. But the most prominent Brooke couldn't really register. It was like a warmish vanilla scent. Holy shit….he smelled amazing. She even liked the cigarette smoke imbedded into the grey fabric. He was different, and for some reason she liked him more than any other guy she's dated before.

Lucas noticed her expression and laughed.

"Hey princess, you ok there?"

Brooke's head shot up as she blushed slightly.

"Yeah Doofus, I'm fine."

He smiled at her nickname for him. Doofus…that suited him.

Lucas suddenly felt a tiny rain drop hit his head. Brooke looked up at the sky in panic. Shit, her hair was gonna get ruined. The drizzle turned into a instant downpour as Lucas put that crappy CD player back into the storage shed before he ran towards the door. He climbed back down and shouted up to Brooke.

"Come on!"

Her face was in shock as she tried to get down the ladder in her heels.

"Lucas I can't it's too slippery."

He sighed and held out his hands.

"Jump then. I'll catch you."

She was hesitant at first but that quickly changed when a loud boom of thunder was heard and a bolt of lightening illuminated the dark sky. She closed her eyes and held her breath as she fell down into his arms.

Lucas caught on to her waist and carefully placed her down slowly, a tiny grin on his face. His voice was quiet as he brushed a strand of wet hair out of her face. "You ok?"

Brooke smiled and nodded her head slowly.

"Yeah..." Was all she managed to get out the air seemed to be caught in her throat.

The feeling of her hot breath against his neck sent chills up and down his spine. Lucas' smile slowly faded as he suddenly noticed how close they were. He leaned in a little closer, lowering his neck a little bit. Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion for Brooke. He wasn't sure what he was doing. Him and Brooke Davis….that just didn't make sense. His eyes fluttered shut as he brushed the tip of his nose against hers. Lucas placed one hand on the small of her back while the other slid to the side of her neck before he slowly kissed her, his lips softly crashing into hers.

When he drew back, Brooke's eyes lingered shut. She was speechless. As her eyes fluttered open slowly. The impossible had happened. Her breath had been taken away. A small smile formed across her face.

"What was that for?"

Lucas couldn't register what had just happened.

"For being you."


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