Thanks for the reviews guys! You have no idea how happy it was for me to read 'em :D And let me clear a few things up, the thing with Brooke and Lucas happened in the fall semester of her junior year, so her and Haley transferred over Winter Break. Nathan is 18, while Brooke is 16. Peyton and Haley are juniors but 17.
Chapter 2 - A Lesson In Charades (Part 1)
"The crowd's anticipation mounts as Nathan Scott steals the ball from Bear Creek with five seconds still on the clock, and he shoots, he scores!" Mouth, the announcer, screams into the mic. Whatever he says next is drowned out as Tree Hill-ers in the crowd began cheering their heads off for Nathan, including me, newest cheerleader for the Tree Hill Ravens!
Yep, so I tried out, much to the chagrin of the snotty girls in my chem class. Turns out one of them, Rachel, is head cheerleader, so she wasn't exactly thrilled to see me yesterday after school for try-outs. But since my competition was between a mousy freshman and a sophomore girl with stage fright, she pretty much had no choice but to accept me. I still couldn't convince Haley to cheerlead too, so I'm on my own for now.
"Hey Brooke," A friendly blonde cheerleader named Peyton approaches me. "Want a ride to the party tonight? I can pick you up on the way if you'd like, Haley too." I think for a moment.
"Erm, hold a minute Peyt, I'll be right back." I push my way through the crowd to get outside the gym. Finding a quiet spot, I call Haley, after a few rings she picks up. "Hey B.Davis! How was your first game?"
"It was alright," I tell her. "It helped that I had plenty of delicious eye candy to stare at the entire game. We won!"
"Oh, so mystery boy plays basketball, any chance I get to meet him tonight?" She laughs.
"Maybe. Oh Hales, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. Peyton is giving me a ride to the party, you want us to pick you up on the way there or are you just gonna get ready at my house?"
She laughs. "Actually Brooke, I'm already at the party."
"Wow Hales, you move fast. So I'll see ya in a bit I guess. Save some alcohol for me you lush!" I say as I hang up the phone. Peyton just came into sight,I walk up to her. "Are you sure you wouldn't mind giving me a ride?" Peyton shakes her head. "It's fine, I think you're on the way anyway."
"Okay, well I'll see ya in a bit then!" I say, and she waves goodbye and heads down the hallway towards the door. I push my way back through the crowd in the gym; how long does it take to get these basketball crazed fans to go home? The game ended like fifteen minutes ago and the place is still packed. Heading into the locker room I change back into my other clothes and grab my school bag.
I walk out of the locker room to see Nathan a few feet ahead, talking, or rather, listening to his dad. He doesn't look too happy about it either. As I walk closer I can hear what his dad is saying.
"Nathan, you only scored 24 points this game, that's weak. That was my average as afreshman, son. Tomorrow morning we'll go running, you looked pretty winded at the end of the third quarter." Nathan just nodded his head, but even I could tell that he wanted to mouth off his dad, or get the hell out of there. As I walk pass them, I catch Nathan's eye and nod my head towards the door.
"Uh, yeah dad, you're right. Tomorrow sounds good, I'll see you later." He turns around towards me and we walk away before his dad can say anything else. We walk down the hallway in silence, well silent except for the occasional 'Good Job Nathan!" from dedicated fans. He's walking with his hands in his jean pockets.
"So that was...harsh." I say finally, which causes Nathan to laugh. "Nah, that's just Dan."
"So it's always like that?"
"Yeah, but I'm used to it. Whatever he says doesn't really affect me anymore. I know I'm a better player than he ever was, or I will be, sixty points and a state championship from now." Noticing the confused look on my face, he clarifies. "I'm sixty-three points from the school record, which he set. The last time Tree Hill went to State Finals, he was a senior, and they lost. We have a pretty good chance of going all the way this year. If we win, I'll be free." He smiles, like a real smile. "I'm counting down the days."
By now we reach my car, and he changes the subject. "So do you need directions, or a ride or anything? You're coming, right?" I nod my head. "Yeah, Peyton told me she'd pick me up." He nods and begins to walk away. "See ya in a few then." He gets in his car, a shiny black sports car, and peels out. I stand and watch his rear view lights move farther and farther away, then realizing I probably look like a lunatic, I get in my car and head home too.
"Brooke Davis, you look bitchin'!" Peyton exclaims as I get in her car. I'm wearing a short denim skirt, with a red halter and red heels.
"Right back at ya P.Sawyer!" She looks confused at the nickname, then laughs it off. "Only you, Brooke Davis." She does look good though, she's wearing a black leather jacket layered over an AFI shirt, and a short skirt. Not nearly as short as mine, but short nonetheless. To top it off, she's wearing a pair of black converse. I've been here for two days and I already know Peyton ain't like the rest of 'em. She's confident, and moody, artistic, yet kind. She's practically the anti-cheerleader, but that's why I already love her.
"Ready for you're first Tree Hill Party? These things can get out of control." She grins as she pulls out of my driveway. I smile to myself, out of control should be my middle name. "I think I can handle it." I smirk back.
"So tell me about Nathan Scott." I say to her after a few minutes. She groans but smiles, "Don't tell me you like him too." At my confused face, she adds, "Nathan is like the man at school. He'll have five different girls fawning over him at any given time. Currently single, but that's not surprising. He's a definite player, only had like one or two semi-serious relationships. If you're lucky, he's good to you. If you get on his bad side however, then he's a complete and utter jackass. He's also one of the richest kids in town."
Nothing she told me surprised me all that much. He's insanely gorgeous, so why wouldn't girls be attracted to him? And his smirk, god knows how cocky he can be. And his car, well that thing is like sex on wheels, of course his parents are loaded. It just doesn't make since that he's being so nice to me. Oh well, why stress over the situation, it's not like I loathe the attention.
By now Peyton pulls into a driveway already packed with cars. As we walk up the driveway, I can hear the music from inside. Already kids are passed out everywhere, and the house is completely trashed when we walk in. Completely trashed, and completely packed.
"So what do you think?" Peyton asks.
"I'm home." I smile back.
First things first. Drinks. Then find Haley. Peyton spots a few of her friends and walks over to greet them. I take it that the majority of people here are seniors, or basketball players, or cheerleaders. Most of whom, I still don't know. As I wander around, looking for a familiar face, I end up in the kitchen, with a fully stocked bar.
"Yummy." I say happily, as my eyes graze the bottle of Malibu. Rum is my weakness. I pour myself a cupful, then continue on my hunt for anybody I know.
As I walk down the hallway, I begin to feel discouraged. It doesn't help that I know only a handful of people from school. Suddenly, some pervert grabs my waist and pulls me back towards him.
"Hey, watch it! Per- Nathan?" I ask, as I look up to see Nathan Scott smirking back at me. "Hey Junior. 'Bout time you got here." Happy that 1. It wasn't some sleazy kid grabbing at me, or 2. I finally found somebody I recognize, I reach up and hug him. It was just a quick 2-second type of thing, but still. Boy, he smells so damn good. He looks great too. He's wearing a long sleeved gray and black shirt that looks damn fine on him. His jeans are baggy and he's still sporting basketball shoes. "
Looking me up and down he says, "Damn Brooke, you clean up well."
"Right back at ya, Scott." Now it's my turn to smirk. He catches it and says. "You catch on quickly." I nod my head and smile.
"Did you just get here?" He asks.
"Sort of yeah. I've been trying to find someone I know for a few minutes though."
"Mission Accomplished. Stick with me, you'll have more fun that way." He winks and wraps his arm around my shoulders, and I can't help but smile. This kid is so damn gorgeous. I take another sip of my drink, loving the burn I feel as it goes down my throat.
"What're you drinking?" He asks, taking my cup from me and taking a sip from it before I even answer. "Just Malibu? You disappoint me, Junior. Here, try some of this." He hands his cup over to me, and I take a sip from it. Okay, well it started as just a sip, but whatever he made tastes amazing so I keep drinking it.
"Oh my god. What is this?" I ask, as he reaches for the cup but I pull my hand away. "Uh uh. Mine now boy." And I stick my tongue out at him.
"That's for me to know, and you to give back to me." He smirks. "Take it you like it then?" As he reaches for it again, but I dodge it.
"Mmhmm."
"You know, I could just as easily go make you another one." But I shake my head. "Nah, I like this one." And I take a sip from it again. "Mmm. This is really good Nate." I say, rubbing it in.
"If that's how you wanna play it." He says, then steps closer to me. I'm basically backed up against the wall, but Nathan keeps moving closer to me so that he towers over me even more than he already does. I put the cup behind my back. We stare at each other for a few moments, challenging each of us challenging the other person. Finally he moves to put his arm around my waist, but I use my free arm to stop him.
"Uh uh. If you want your drink back, Scott, you're gonna have to kiss me first." I challenge him, sexily biting on my bottom lip and raising one eyebrow. This drives any guy I've ever been with wild, so is it naive to think it'll work for Nathan too?
His smirk grows bigger. "Nicely played Junior." He rests one arm on my hip and steps closer to me, bowing his head down to meet mine. I can feel his warm breath on my face as I close my eyes."Too bad I play it better." He whispers, then the next thing I know, rather than his lips on mine, I feel him take the cup from my hands before I can stop him.
Nathan raises the plastic cup to his mouth and drinks, looking at me the entire time.
"You're right, this does taste good." Oh no he didn't.
This time it's my turn to reach for the cup in this little game of ours. Nathan is smart though; he holds the cup over his head, way out of my reach.
I fake glare. "You suck, Scott."
"If that's what you want." He hints, and I can't help but laugh.
I reach up for it again, but he raises it higher. "Not gonna happen. If you want this back, you're gonna have to kiss me for it." Nathan says, repeating my words from minutes prior.
If he thinks I'll fake out, he's wrong. I slide my hands up to his chest and lean up to meet him. He moves his arm down and wraps it around me, and bends his face so that our lips are almost touching. The delicious drink is the farthest thing from my mind. I close the distance between us and press my lips to his. He starts to reciprocate when I hear a, "Yo Nate." from a few feet away. Reluctantly, for me anyway, we break apart. So much for an amazing first kiss, it was barely three seconds long! Nathan unwraps his arms from around me and looks at the kid. "What do you want, Tim?"
"Nate Dogg, some totally fine ass chick wants to talk wit you." Tim says. Nathan just rolls his eyes. "Just say someone wants to see me, Tim." He pulls away and hands me the drink, "Fair's fair, right Junior?" I look down at the cup, there's not even enough for a sufficient mouthful. I look up and give him a playfully dirty look.
"Chill, I'll make you another one later." He leans in and whispers into my ear. "Hopefully that's not the only 'another' that's gonna happen later." He smirks as he pulls away, and I find myself smiling. "Whatever you say, Scott. Who says I'm gonna want to kiss you again when I have my own drink?" He shakes his head and walks off with Tim.
I continue to walk around for a little bit. Nathan's spectacular drink definitely got me a little bit more than buzzed. Stumbling into the living room, I spot Haley on the other side, talking to a group of people. She spots me and waves me over.
"There you are! I've been looking for you all night! I want you to meet my brother." She says, after giving me a brief hug, then begins scanning the room. "Now where did he go? I swear, I'm constantly losing the both of you." She slurs, but starts laughing. "Now you B.Davis, you stay right in this exact spot, no moving for you until I get back, okay?"
I can't help but laugh at her, "Okay Hales. I won't move." I watch until she leaves the room, and then I head my way over to the keg. Pouring myself a cupful, I press the brim to my lips, grimacing at the taste. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love beer, but after the drink Nathan gave me, this just fails in comparison.
"There you are!" Peyton says from behind me.
"Geez, is that everyone's greeting for me tonight?" I ask jokingly.
"Sure is girly, c'mon, I want you to meet some people." She says, grabbing my arm and dragging me over to a group of strangers.
Haley and Nathan
Haley scours the room for him, finally spotting him at the counter, mixing himself another drink. "Nathan!"
He turns around, "Hey Hales, what's up?" She walks up to him and slaps him on the arm. "I told you not to leave, I want you to meet my best friend."
Nathan groans and rolls her eyes. Raising his newly filled cup, he says "Duty calls. Besides, I don't see why it's so important for me to meet her, she's just a junior Hales."
"So am I! And you treat me just fine." She sticks her tongue out at him.
"Real mature, little sister." Haley grabs his arm and begins to drag him from the kitchen.
"She better be hot." Nathan says quietly, but Haley hears him. She turns around, looking quite serious, and says, "Don't even think about it Nathan Lee Scott! B.Davis is completely awesome, and completely off limits." The look in her eyes makes him know that she's 100 percent serious.
"Okay Hales, I won't mess around with her."
"Promise?" She asks sternly.
"I promise." He answers. It's just one girl, he can leave her alone; It's not like he doesn't have enough girls throwing themselves at him as it is. For a moment he thinks about Brooke, and smiles to himself. He can't help but be attracted to her, she's feisty and funny, not to mention one of the hottest girls he's ever seen.
With these thoughts still in his head, Haley drags him into the living room. "What the hell?! No one ever stays where I tell them to."
Nathan fake sympathizes. "Aw, too bad Hales. Oh well, come get me when you find her again." He moves to leave but she doesn't release him. "Not so fast Big Brother, I just found her."
She pulls him up to a group of people, while he's busy looking around the room for Brooke. Haley taps on the girl's shoulder, and she turns around. "Hey Hales!" Brooke says enthusiastically, not noticing the boy standing behind her. Nathan's head snaps towards the direction of the voice. "No fucking way." He thinks to himself.
"Nathan, I want you to meet my best friend for life, Brooke Davis. Brooke, meet my brother Nathan."
Brooke's POV
No freaking way. Nathan is Haley's older brother?! I thought her brother would be a little on the nerdy side, short, maybe with some serious dental work goin' on, but no, he's Nathan freaking Scott. Scott. How come I never made the connection between the last names? Duh, I'm such an idiot. And Haley's officially the world's most unlucky girl, for having such a hot guy for a brother.
I can only imagine that the look on his face matches mine, but he manages to play it off well. "Hey, nice to meet you." He says, holding his hand out. So, mums the word on the fact that we know each other, let alone that we've already kissed. "Yeah, you too." I smirk, and shake his hand.
"Great, so now that that's done, Nathan you can go back to enjoying yourself." She laughs, and he smirks, but doesn't leave. Haley doesn't notice. She steps in between us, her back to him, and says, "Now that my introductions are over, your's begin. Where's the mystery boy you haven't stopped talking about for the past 24 hours?"
Nathan cocks an eyebrow at this and starts smirking immensely. Ignoring the cocky look on his face, I tell her, "I don't know. I haven't seen him yet. I'm gonna get another drink, do you want anything.?"
She shakes her head, and looks slightly confused. I glance down at my half full cup of beer. "I don't want beer anymore. Come help me choose Hales." It's my turn to drag her out of the room. The second we're alone, and out of range of Nathan, I tell her, "Hales, you didn't tell me your brother was gorgeous!" She rolls her eyes. "Oh god, not you too Brooke."
I love how everybody has that reaction.
"Brooke, find another boy, he's off-limits." She says jokingly, but I know she's serious.
"But, but ,but...did you see him?!" I ask her, sticking my lower lip out so that I'm pouting. "Pleaseeee?"
"B.Davis, I know Nathan, he doesn't care about girls. He uses them. If you start with him, you're just going to end up hurt, believe me. I've seen it happen way too many times to count."
I nod my head. "Okay, I'll stay away." I still pout though, to show emphasis on the fact on how much I hate this situation. "Though I hope you keep in mind that I'm just as big a player." She nods her head and laughs.
"Good girl." She laughs, and I smile. I've never been a good girl. At this point Peyton walks up to us. "Hey girlies, we're starting up a game of 'I Never', come play." I loop my arm through Haley's and Peyton's, and we walk out of the room.
"Besides," Haley whispers, "My best friend and my brother...how awkward would that be?" And I can't help but laugh, she does have a point.
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