Lucas Scott was not one to sit still while everyone else was enjoying their lunch. He really just wasn't that kind of guy…..blame it on the A.D.D. As Nathan shoveled a countless amount of Doritos into his mouth, his brother was jumping from table to table, literally, with a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth.

"Is that really necessary?"

Brooke found Lucas' stupidity to be entertaining in that Johnny Knoxville/Jackass kind of way. Sooner or later, he was bound to get hurt.

Lucas simply nodded his head before letting gravity bring him back down to the carpeted floor with a loud thud. Regaining his composure, he idly strolled towards Brooke, blowing smoke in her general direction.

"Cute." She said as she crinkled her nose, although she secretly loved the smell of cigarette smoke. "That's real healthy, Stoner Scott."

Laughing, Lucas buried his cigarette butt in the fake plant that sat on the windowsill. "What can I say? My diet mainly consists of cigarettes and Red Bull. How else would I get a great bod like this? Nicotine is practically laced in my blood, baby."

Glancing from the door to Nathan, who had finally finished everything in his lunch, Luke jogged over to the door for the second time that day.

No one else was quite sure what the hell Lucas was up to. Something stupid most likely. All four watched as he ran back to the center of the library, his eyes lit up in excitement.

"Turner's gone. Let's go."

Much to Luke's disappointment, none of the others moved. His icy orbs traveled to back and forth between the Jock, the Brains, the Prom Queen, and the Loner.

"Come on!" He said, exasperated. "You can't possibly want to stay in this room any longer. I swear, you'll start hearing voices."

He pointed absentmindedly from his head to all of the books lined along the walls as he cracked a smile, seeing their expressions.

"I swear to God I wasn't stoned the time it happened."

"Man, you swear a lot of things." Peyton said as she stood up from her seat. "I'm in. Nothing else to do but watch the clock."

"That's the most I've ever heard you talk. Awesome!"

To be quite honest, Lucas didn't give a flying fuck about who came as long as Brooke would be with him. His full attention was now on her. "You know we're bound to have a good time, Princess. I mean…it's me and you."

It really didn't take anymore convincing than that. She was already hooked.

"I never thought I'd see the day when I'd say this: but I like the way you think, Doofus. Our adventures are always fun."

Seeing that the majority of the group was now in favor of Lucas Scott's idea, Nathan just got up out of his seat, nodded his head silently, and stood next to Peyton. Haley, on the other hand, wasn't fully convinced.

"What if Turner comes in?"

"Well, I guess you'll be the only one here to deal with it."

Lucas grinned as he watched Haley's eyes grow wide with fear before he laughed.

"I know my shit when it comes to Saturday detention." But then again, Lucas had usually gone off by himself…not bringing the entire group with him.

Haley didn't look too thrilled, but went along with it anyway. "Fine. But if we get caught, I'm blaming you."

Nodding his blond head in agreement, Lucas laughed. "It was kind of my idea anyway, Smartypants."


Peeking out the heavy wooden door, Lucas quickly looked back and forth in every direction of the hallway, making sure they were good. One by one they slid out of the library: Lucas, Brooke, Haley, Nate, with Peyton trailing behind without a care in the world. It was obvious that the three sandwiched in the middle were nervous. Lucas turned around and lifted both hands up, only to slowly lower them seconds after.

"Just relax."

Haley shot him a glare before yelling at Lucas in a hushed whisper. "That's easy for you to say. Now, where the hell are we going?"

Lucas continued walking as he stood up straight, making an abrupt right that lead the group down a different hallway. He didn't have time to be answering all of these questions, the more noise there was in the hallway; the greater the chance was they'd get caught.

Haley turned to face Nathan with a worried frown. Nathan shrugged his shoulders with a small smirk.

"I dunno…"

"This is so stupid. Why do you think….why are we risking getting caught?"

"No idea."

"So then what are we doing?"

Nathan laughed as he shook his head to himself. "Just go with it, Hales. Deep breaths, you'll get through it."

As if it were instinct, Nathan ran his hand slowly across her back; from shoulder to shoulder. "Don't have an anxiety attack on me."

Gritting his teeth, Lucas whipped his head around, his eyes widened at the sight of his brother's hand on the tutor's back as if he were comforting her.

"Will you two lovebirds, shut up? I mean, don't get me wrong, strolling around gets me hott too. But Turner could hear you. Voices tend to echo through empty hallways. It's science. I'd expect you to know that."

They must have gotten the hint, because they were generally quiet for the next 5 minutes of their adventure. Lucas had stopped dead in his tracks in front of a locker that had 'Fuck bitches, get money' written on it with black Sharpie. This had to be his.

Seeing Haley's mouth hanging open at the sight of it, Lucas rolled his eyes.

"Close your mouth! Show Biggie Smalls some respect!"

The inside of his locker must have been just as shocking, if not more. It was jammed pack with books that looked as if they hadn't been touched in years. Various empty water bottles were stacked on top of his textbooks and a mysterious smell hit all 6 of them.

"Fuckin slob." Nathan said, turning his head away in attempt to save himself that stench.

"My maid's on vacation."

Lucas pushed aside his tower of textbooks with a grunt. Damn, those motherfuckers were heavy. Reaching deep into his locker, he grinned once he found what he was looking for.

The brown paper bag that contained leftovers from last Saturday night.

Shaking her head in disbelief, Haley leaned back against the lockers next to Nathan.

"Drugs…"

Brooke uneasily glanced at the bag in Lucas' left hand. Surprisingly, she had never smoked before. Booze was her demon. But then again there was a part of her that wanted to give it a shot. And who better to smoke weed with than Lucas Scott himself?

Nathan shook his head as he bit the inside of his cheek. "No fucking way man. Put it back. If Turner catches you with that, you really will be in here every weekend."

Lucas tucked it into his pocket slowly, laughing. "Why the fuck do you care?"

"Good point."

Nathan didn't care. He just didn't want to get in trouble either. If Lucas began smoking that Mary Jane, it was highly likely that Nathan would join him just to feel apart of something.

Lucas began walking in the opposite direction they had come from, his hand brushing against Brooke's as she trailed off next to him. He was on this natural high now. Because it is fun when you're out in the hallways with no idea of where Turner is, the risk of getting caught was half of the rush and getting away with it gave Lucas the feeling that he could actually outsmart someone. Well, Turner wasn't exactly the sharpest tool in the shed…but rebellion was Lucas' way of sticking it to the man.

Feeling the need to do something spur of the moment, Lucas stopped in his tracks. Brooke felt a slight tug at her hand and turned around to see what it was that Lucas wanted. "What?"

With a mischievous grin, Lucas gently backed her up against the lockers his eyes staring straight into hers which caught Brooke completely off guard. Craning his neck down, he began to make a trail of soft, wet kisses from the groove between her shoulder and neck up to soft patch of skin behind her ear. Brooke closed her eyes and tilted her head back not caring that the other 3 were gawking at them. Lucas eventually pulled himself away and cleared his throat.

"Nothing." He said, answering her question grinning as he began walking off again.

Haley turned around to face Nathan, her eyes still wide. "That boy has marijuana!"


The 5 of them walked down the empty, silent hallway side by side, as Lucas began to share his master plan to return safely to the library. "We'll cross through the lab, and then we'll double back. That's our best shot."

"You better be right about this. If Turner cuts us off, it's your fault, asshole!" Nathan didn't see how doubling back could benefit them, but he had no idea what the fuck he was doing.

Out of the corner of his eye, Lucas saw the backside of that familiar grungy suit. His eyes widened in panic and he held his hand up in order to shut his brother up. The others soon saw what Lucas had been looking at. Haley just about shit her pants. Now the great escape was on.

The 5 began running in the opposite direction of Turner. Being the fastest, Nathan was in the lead. Brooke had taken off her shoes. The heels had been too loud, according to Lucas at least. Haley was right next to Brooke, panting more from anxiety than being out of breath. Peyton struggled to keep up; her huge bag had become a hassle.

Lucas looked at each passing door as he ran behind his brother. This wasn't right.

"Wait! Wait! Hold up. We have to go through the cafeteria."

Nathan slowed down with a look of disbelief. The cafeteria was way out of their way.

"No, the activities hall."

"Hey man, you don't know what you're talking about!"

"No you don't! Are you a fucking idiot?! The cafeteria is so far away!"

Peyton squeaked. If anyone here knew what to do when running away from Turner, it had to be Lucas Scott.

"We're done listening to your bullshit, Lucas. You lead us into this mess. We're going this way."

And with that, Nathan and Haley began running again with Brooke and Peyton shortly following. Lucas remained in his place for a couple seconds. They were fucked, but he'd go down in the flames with Brooke if he had to. He took a deep breath in before sprinting after them.


Nathan saw the door that would bring them to refuge down a long abandoned hallway. He could hear Dan in the back of his mind. This is it son. Push yourself God dammit! I'm nearly 2 decades older than you and I'm kicking your ass. Closing his eyes he sped up and made it down to the end. He pushed the door but it didn't budge. Slamming into it with all of his force, Nathan closed his eyes and prayed to God it would move. Still nothing.

"Shit."

"Fabulous idea, shit-for-brains!" Lucas said, placing his hands on the top of his head.

"Fuck you!"

Brooke couldn't believe how stubborn Nathan was being. The least he could do was admit he was wrong. "No! Fuck you, Nathan! Why didn't you just listen to Lucas?"

Haley leaned back against the wall and raked her fingers through her hair. "We're dead. DEAD. D-E-A-D."

Lucas felt Brooke's eyes on him but refused to bring his gaze to meet hers. He was responsible for this. Well, not really. This was more Nathan's fault but Luke didn't want the others to get in trouble.

"No. Just me."

"Excuse me?" Haley asked, crossing her arms across her body.

"Get back to the library. Take care of this as if your life depended on it. You owe me, all of you." Lucas stuffed his brown bag down into Nathan's pants. Feeling quite violated, Nathan looked at his brother with a scrunched nose.

"Bro, come on. Just keep it safe for me." And before Nathan could answer, Lucas had pulled his Aviators out of his pocket and put them on, running away swinging and singing at the top of his lungs.

"I AM IRON MAN!!!!!"


From the teachers lounge, Turner heard a loud voice echoing through the empty hallways. He sat up, squinting his eyes with a scowl.

"Scott."

Turner burst through the door and instantly recognized Lucas Scott's tone deaf rendition of Black Sabbath.

"That son of a bitch!"


In the gym, Lucas Scott was dribbling a basketball as loud as he possibly could, screaming at the top of his lungs as he made 4 consecutive free throws. He'd have to admit, he was pretty decent at the game. At the sound of Turner's quick footsteps ringing through the hallway, Lucas made his way to the top of the key.

"Five…four…three…two…one…"

Lucas was in midair as Turner angrily barged through the gym doors, and dunked the ball with a grin. Once back on the hardwood court, Lucas threw his hands up in the air, bowing for Turner as he approached Luke.

"Scott! Scott! What is this? What are you doing here, what is this?"

"Oh. Hey, Mr. Turner!"

"Out! Get out, Scott! It's over!"

"Don't you wanna hear my excuse?"

"OUT!"

"Well, I am a Scott after all. I mean basketball is in the blood. I was thinking of trying out for the team. Maybe get myself a nice scholarship." Lucas picked up the ball again and spun it around on the tip of his finger. "What do you think?"

Turner's patience was quickly dwindling. "Give me the ball."

Lucas grinned and faked the ball at Turner, who flinched. Looking as if he were to pass it again, he placed the ball down on the ground and rolled it gently towards Turner, who in return kicked it in Lucas' direction.


As Turner led him back into the library, Lucas felt a sense of relief overcome him when he saw that the rest of the group, especially Brooke, had made it back with no problems. Turner shoved Lucas from behind, trying to speed him up.

"Get your stuff. Come on, let's go!"

Looking up from her desk, Brooke's grin slipped from her face. Even Haley looked upset, Lucas was at least entertaining.

Turner kept his eyes on Lucas as he addressed the group with a cocky grin.

"Mr. Wiseguy here has taken it upon himself to go over to the gymnasium and try to fill his brother's shoes. Unfortunately for you, you will be without his services for the rest of your day."

From his seat, Lucas rolled his eyes. Leave it to Turner to try and make him feel jealous of his brother.

"B-O-O, H-O-O."

"Everything's just a big joke to you, isn't it Scott? The fire alarm you pulled on Friday…that was hilarious. False alarms are so funny, aren't they? What if your home, what if your family……what if your dope was on fire?"

Lucas glanced at Nathan who shifted uneasily in his seat. "Well then, I'd be a tad bit high. So yes, everything would be funny. But that's impossible sir, my dope is down Wonder Boy's pants."

Much to Lucas' surprise, Nathan laughed instead of yelling at him. The weed must be safe.

"Do you think this is funny?" Turner asked Nathan before turning to Brooke, "Do you think this is cute? You think he's 'bitchin', is that it? Let me tell you something: Lucas Scott is nothing but a bum: a bum without a future. While the rest of you are off at school next year, this kid will be sitting behind bars. That's real funny isn't it?"

Lucas bit on the inside of his cheek, feeling his fingers begin to twitch.

"What's the matter, Scott? Don't be a pussy and cry." Turner said loudly, hoping to get an explosive reaction from Lucas. Then he could get him kicked out of the school.

Instead, Lucas flashed Turner a wide grin and pointed to the three ladies in the room. "I'd expect better manners from you, Dick. Come on, we've got three fine ladies present." He took his sunglasses back out of his pocket and placed them on Nathan's desk. "For better hallway vision."

Brooke smiled to herself as Lucas winked at her, not being able to ignore the fact that she was already missing him while he was still in the room.

"I know, Princess, life would be completely boring and ordinary without me."

Brooke called out after Lucas, grinning, "Whatever helps you sleep better at night, Doofus."

Turner said absolutley noting as he led Lucas to a storage closet a couple doors down from the library and shoving him into it. It was almost as if there was steam radiating off of his head. Without saying a word, Turner slammed the door shut and locked it, leaving Lucas in a room which was about the size of a jail cell.


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