Brooke just stood there in complete shock. The past 15 seconds had been the best 15 of her life. Things were about to get as confusing as hell.
"Why'd you do that?"
Lucas' voice was still kept to a whisper as he shrugged his shoulders. His gaze was cast down at his feet in the fear that she hadn't been feeling the same way he was.
"Because I knew you wouldn't."
Brooke smiled to herself. Nope. Not true at all. She stood up on the tips of her toes and softly kissed his lips. She drew away slowly, teasing him with the tiny smirk across her dimpled cheeks.
"Never underestimate me, Scott."
"I wouldn't dream of it, Princess."
There was a calm moment of silence, the two of them lost in each others eyes. But just for a moment. Lucas looked down at his watch. 9:21.
"Shit! We've gotta go."
Brooke frowned with a hint of disappointment in her voice. "Wait. Why?"
Lucas grabbed on to her hand and began jogging down the hallway. "Turner's gonna walk through that door and we aren't going to be there. And I don't want another Saturday here in this shit hole."
Brooke sighed slightly as she moved as fast as she could in those goddam heels. Lucas knew they weren't going to make it. No way in hell. He's have to sprint as fat as he could, but he wasn't about to just go and leave her behind. Brooke suddenly found herself up off the ground, causing her to let out an excited squeal. Lucas had thrown her over his shoulder and began running.
"Lucas!!! What the hell are you doing?!! I'm wearing a miniskirt!"
Bursting through a set of double doors, his muffled voice was practically a yell.
"You think I didn't know that Princess?"
Brooke smacked him on the back.
"Lucas Eugene Scott! You are such a perv. Oh my god…"
The Doofus stifled back a laugh as the princess began kicking her legs up and down.
"Did you have to use the middle name, Brooke Penelope Davis??"
She thanked god that he couldn't see her tiny smirk. She had actually began enjoying their pointless arguments.
Lucas stopped in front of the library doors, they still had about 5 minutes before Turner would check. So what if he over exaggerated a bit. He didn't want to get her in any trouble. Lucas carefully placed her down, back on those goddam heels. Brooke couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. She liked it when it was just the two of them.
"There's no turning back now Princess."
Her eyes were set straight on the ground. Lucas used one of his rough fingers to lift up her chin. He had a tiny smile which allowed the mood to soften somewhat.
Her voice was a mere whisper as her eyes pleaded with him.
"Kiss me one last time."
That was all he needed. I mean, how could he say no to his princess? His princess…what was happening to him?
Lucas slid a hand up to the side of her face, the pad of his thumb slowly rubbing the side of her cheek as his lips met with hers. His tongue parted her lips, searching for her tongue. He wanted to make it last. Lucas rested his free hand on the small of her back and felt chills shoot throughout him as Brooke played with the hair on the back of his neck with her soft fingertips. They drew back slowly and Brooke eyed the door, not wanting to go back through it.
"Back to reality."
Lucas' eye pattern followed hers.
"Yep, time to go back to the real world where what we just did is pretty much unheard of."
He held the door open for her. "After you, princess."
Luke quickly grabbed on to her hand, giving it a tiny reassuring squeeze as they walked to face the world together. Brooke smiled to herself and gave it a squeeze back before letting go and hurrying of to her chair.
He painfully watched her walk away from him but quickly snapped out of it as he leaped back into his seat and pretended to fall asleep.
Nathan turned to Brooke and gave her a quizzical look, seeing her wearing Lucas' sweatshirt and both of them looked wet. He hissed over to her: "Where the hell were you?"
Brooke shrugged her shoulders just as Turner barged back into the room. Peyton and Haley were both confused. While Brooke and Lucas were off to god knows where doing god knows what, the other 3 hadn't really talked. Well, Nate had but the other two just ignored him.
Turner cleared his throat. "Ok. Bathroom break now."
Everyone stood up slowly and Lucas yawned obnoxiously loud.
"Thank god. Now I won't have to piss on great works of American literature anymore."
Everyone snickered, Nathan included. Turner was less than amused.
"You think this is funny? You wanna see something funny; take a good look at Lucas Scott in 10 years. Unemployed, struggling to get by, can't pay child support. Now that's funny."
Turner grabbed onto Lucas arm and Luke growled, pulling out of his grasp.
"Keep you're fucking hands off of me, Dick."
"Ten years from now, I'm going to come find you Scott. And I'm going to kick the living shit out of you, put you're dick in the dirt. This is the last time you will ever make me look bad, understand?"
Brooke caught his eye with hers. She could see the anger and sadness in his blue orbs. She pulled her gaze quickly away from his and looked at her feet. Lucas barged through the doors and stormed down the hallway.
In the girls bathroom Brooke, Peyton, and Haley all silently scurried around.
"Where'd you guys go?" Haley couldn't contain herself anymore. Brooke and Lucas had been gone for a while and came back without bickering, which was unusual.
"I don't know. We just walked around." She replied as she shrugged her shoulders.
Peyton laughed from the inside of her stall as she flushed the toilet.
"Mhmmm. I'm sure. You guys did the nasty."
Brooke couldn't help but get angry,
"For starters, I would never do anything with Lucas Scott. And why the hell would you think that anyway?"
Peyton stepped up to the sink and began washing her hands.
"Well. He is probably the second biggest manwhore in this school, Nathan being the first. And well…we all know your reputation."
Brooke frowned, who the hell did she think she was? She didn't talk all day and the first thing out of her mouth is completely cruel.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Peyton shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly "I think you know."
"At least I've got a reputation. No one knows who you are. And for your information: NO we didn't have sex. Do you honestly think anything would ever happen between me and him? Or are you just that thick skulled?"
Peyton gritted her teeth with her jaw clenched shut.
"Well what are we supposed to think? You two are gone forever and you come back wearing this." She motioned to Lucas' grey sweatshirt.
Before Brooke could retaliate at the blond-in-a-bottle bitch, Haley chimed in.
"Ladies…come on. Turner wants us back in there as soon as possible."
Peyton turned on her heel and slowly walked out of the bathroom, satisfied with herself knowing that she won that battle. She was soon followed by Haley and then eventually a pissed off Brooke, who had taken off Lucas' sweatshirt the moment Peyton said something about it.
When they all reemerged into the library the same awkwardness that was there when they arrived at 7 was back. They sat in the same seats in dead silence. Both Brooke and Lucas were too livid to talk and Peyton was just being herself. Haley was scared to speak, this was a first. Out of the corner of her eye she caught Nathan grinning like an idiot, which only caused her to smirk as well.
As soon as Turner was gone, Brooke turned around and threw the Scott Motors sweatshirt down on Lucas' desk.
"Thanks."
Her voice was cold and harsh, her tone: sarcastic…leaving Lucas confused and kinda hurt. He cleared his throat after a second and stared straight at her back so that she could feel his eyes burning through her.
"Anything for you princess"
Although she was no longer looking at him, Brooke realized that his voice had changed. They were now back in the real world, not princess and doofus land. Back to square 1 again.
Luke stood up and sat up on the windowsill.
"So……….so are you two like boyfriend/girlfriend?" He absentmindedly pointed from Nathan to Brooke, which reminded Haley of Jack Sparrow.
Neither of them spoke.
"Do you guys go on hot dates? Ideal, isn't it? El capitano of the basketball team and the head cheerleader. Picture perfect. I mean, Brooke Davis wouldn't give the lowlifes a fucking chance." He got up from the window and strolled over to them.
"Are you two currently riding the hobby horse? Level with me bro, do you slip her the hot beef injection."
Brooke pursed her lips, maybe she shouldn't have been so cold to him, but he didn't have to be this mean either.
Haley rolled her eyes and sighed deeply.
"Lucas shut up. It's none of your business to begin with and even if they are….at least one of the Scott brothers is getting some."
Woah, had she just defended Brooke?
Lucas got all flustered and didn't know how to respond to that.
"Shut up."
Brooke's words were shot like venom towards Lucas.
"She's got a name you know."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah," She turned towards Haley "What's your name?"
Before Haley could answer, Nate chimed in.
"It's Haley, Haley James."
That was weird.
Lucas looked at Nathan like he was crazy.
"Woah. Thanks Stalker."
Nathan smirked in reply.
"No problem bastard"
The room went dead silent as Lucas' temples began to beat. Brooke even felt bad for Lucas despite everything he just said. She whispered out of the corner of her mouth to the guy sitting next to her.
"Nathan!!!"
She couldn't believe this was happening, but this was almost expected to take place. They hated each other. A Scott face off….oh god.
Peyton slowly took out her blaring headphones. This was about to get real ugly, she could tell.
Nathan ignored Brooke and stood up.
"If Turner was right behind this door, I'd total you."
Lucas snickered and made a deep, stupid voice.
"Totally?"
Nathan didn't get that Lucas was mocking him.
"Yeah, totally."
Lucas got up out of his chair and slowly walked up to his brother.
"You and how many of your friends? Because if I remember correctly, last time you stood there and let your posse beat the crap out of me."
Nathan cracked his knuckles in attempt to be intimidating.
"Just me."
Luke furrowed his brow and tilted his head.
"Then what's holding you back? Too much of a pussy to face Turner?"
Nathan looked at the door which was now hiding them from Turners office. He shrugged his shoulders.
"Fine." He came back swinging, his fist clashing into Lucas' gut….which made him stagger backwards. Lucas knew he was gonna get his ass kicked, but he wasn't about to back down. He quickly punched Nathan back and charged at him, trying to tackle him. This was a bad idea on Luke's behalf. He soon found himself flat on his back with Nathan pounding his fists into his face. Lucas tried to fight him off, but he was completely pinned. Haley's eyes were wide with shock as were Peyton's. Brooke's hand was covering her mouth as she let out a shriek.
"Nathan!! Stop it!"
He just ignored her. Lucas felt himself get whacked smack in the eye. Lucas somehow manage to kick Nathan off of him, which was when everything stopped thanks to Haley.
She stood between the two brothers, facing Nathan and voice soft.
"Enough, I'm not getting another detention on account of you boneheads. So stop it. Now."
Brooke got up out of her seat and rushed over to Lucas, who still happened to be on the ground. Kneeling beside him, she could see the blood on his eyebrow and a black eye starting to form.
"Oh god, are you ok?"
She traced a finger along his eye, causing him to flinch slightly.
"I've been worse."
Brooke smiled slightly and wiped the blood off of his eyebrow.
"Doofus, what we're you thinking?" Brooke ran her hand softly over the side of his face.
Lucas grinned. "Sorry, princess. But you know how I get when people call me a bastard."
Shaking her head, she helped him get up off the ground. "I'm gonna get you a Band-Aid ok." Lucas nodded his head.
Brooke shot Nathan a death glare as she searched through the librarian's desk. The other 3 had no idea what was going on. Brooke and Lucas had to have the most bipolar 'relationship' they've ever seen. Three pairs of eyes next witnessed the craziest thing they've ever seen: Brooke Davis had just planted a tiny kiss on the side of Lucas Scott's cheek. What the hell?!!
ehh, kinda sucky. but review anyways, gets me more motivated to write.
