Okay, so I changed the rating for this to M due to mature content. There will be a few parts in this chapter, so if you feel offended, feel free to skip over…anyway, enjoy…
Chapter 3: A Lesson in Charades (Part 2)
It seems like 'I Never' is just as big a part of parties in Tree Hill as it was in Ridgemont. Seated around the table are me, Hales, Nathan, Peyton, Tim, Mouth, Skills, Rachel, and a few other kids I haven't met yet. Rachel looks over in my direction and sneers, "Since we do we let juniors play with us? This is the big leagues, dears." She looks distastefully between me and Haley, trying to decide who she despises more.
"Guys this is Brooke, and Haley, my sister." Nathan says introducing everybody formally.
"Wait dawg, both of them, or just the blonde one?" Skills asks. I hear Haley scoff quietly next to me, definitely only blonde in hairstyle, because she's probably the smartest person I know.
"Just Haley, the blonde one." He smirks at Haley; he obviously heard her loving reaction. He looks around the table, silently daring anyone to call his little sister hot, or offer an innuendo of some sort. No one does.
"You know how to play, right?" Rachel asks again, scowling. Man, I wanna slap this bitch.
"Of course, just start the game, sweetie." I smile back. She rolls her eyes and begins.
"I've never imposed myself onto a group of people who obviously don't like me." She smiles, quite satisfied, and sits back in her chair.
From around the table I can hear various 'ooohs.' Haley raises her drink but Rachel stops her. "Oh no, Haley dear. You don't have to drink, everyone already likes you." She says nicely. She doesn't consider Hales a threat anymore, since she's Nathan's sister. Rachel meets my gaze again. "Well Brookie, drink up."
I raise the cup to my lips and take a sip, never taking my eyes off of her. The game continues.
"I've never had sex with anything plastic." I hear a girl across the table say, and I take another drink. My eyes catch Nathan's and I wink. Out of the corner of my eye I can see Rachel sip and scowl at the interaction.
Then it's Mouth's turn. "I've never had sex." He seems proud of it too. Good for him.
Pretty much everyone takes a drink, including Haley. Nathan notices and almost chokes on his beer. "What? When? With who?" He sputters; almost ready to kill the guy his little sister gave it up to.
Haley just laughs. "Chill Nate, his name was Billy. It was just a one time thing." If she thought this would help alleviate the situation, it did not. He's about to say something when another kid speaks up. "I've never had sex in my parents' bed."
For the first time this game, I don't drink, but rather, watch the people who do. Nathan takes a drink, as do Rachel and Skills. I glance over at poor Mouth, wondering why on earth he's playing this game if he's never done anything.
"I've never had sex in a car." Skills announces. I take a drink as does Nathan, Peyton, Rachel, and numerous other people.
"I've never given, or gotten if you're a guy, head in a moving car." Haley says, glancing pointedly in my direction. I give her a fake glare and take a sip. This time I'm alone in doing so. I look across the table at Nathan who cocks his eyebrow and smirks in my direction. I shrug my shoulders and play on.
Someone at the table whispers 'slut' and I have a pretty good feeling I know who it is.
"I've never made a sex tape." I fire back, and receive the same reaction from Haley as the one I gave her. "Drink up Hales." Out of the corner of my eye I can see Nathan ball his fists. Yep, this is definitely not the game to play with your siblings.
Nathan shakes his head, poor guy. It's got to be an awkward feeling. But it's awesome playing this game with a group of people I just met.
Turn by turn the questions get better as the people get drunk. Eventually Nathan relaxed so that he didn't cringe every time Haley took a sip. The game dispersed after Tim admitted he'd never hooked up in a locker room. Skills, Nathan, Rachel, Me, and Peyton all drank.
Peyton took Haley to meet some of her art friends, and Rachel went to hit on Nathan but I beat her to it. Well, not really the hit on part since I promised Haley, but to talk to him at least. Okay, so maybe I'll do a little hitting on, that's innocent enough. It's the stuff after that that is a no-no.
"Hey Hotshot. You owe me a drink, remember?" I grin. Playfully I grab his arm and lead him to the bar. "Work your magic." He looks down at me and smiles. It's good to know that he doesn't smirk 100 percent of the time, just 98 percent of it. Casually he picks and pours random drinks into the cup as I try incredibly hard not to check him out.
After a few moments he takes a sip from it. "Alright, this should be good." He says, handing me the cup. I pretend to not feel the sparks when his hand gently runs over mine as he gives it to me. I know he did the touch thing on purpose, and can't help but smile and frown at the same time. Damn Haley for prohibiting me from doing anything with the one boy that makes me feel like this.
"So what's this thing called, anyway?" I ask casually, trying to keep conversation going.
"I'm not really sure. I just threw some stuff together at a party one time. Luckily I wasn't too drunk to not remember the ingredients."
I take a sip. "Nate this stuff is seriously orgasmic. You have to give it a name."
He shrugs. "You pick."
I think for a minute.
"What about You, Me, and Insanely Amazing Sex Upstairs in 5 Minutes?" He suggests and looks down at me.
"That's a really long name Nathan." I say, but can't help but to laugh.
"Wait, we're still naming it?" He laughs as I slap his chest playfully. He moves closer to me and brushes a strand of hair out of my eyes.
"You're off limits." I say quietly, smiling at him.
"Yeah, you are too." He says seriously. He reaches out and grabs hold of my waist, gently moving his thumb along the hem of my shirt, and I shudder at the warmth of his touch. We really shouldn't be doing this. I notice him staring at my lips and I try so hard to look away, to fight whatever my body is feeling.
"It's against the rules, Haley's rules." I whisper, and he nods his head. He knows exactly what's at stake if this goes any farther.
"Rules are meant to be broken, right?" Nathan asks, glancing up to my eyes. He's smirking, but at the same time I know he's completely serious. It's almost like he's asking for my permission or something.
I want to lean up and kiss him so badly. He's so gorgeous, so funny, so perfect.
Damn Haley.
I lean up to him as he begins to lean down.
"Nathan…we can't do this." I whisper, my brown eyes locking into his blue ones.
"I know." He replies, beginning to pull away. "It doesn't mean I don't want to." He smirks.
"Me too." I frown as he pulls away completely. He looks frustrated of the situation. Believe me, I know exactly what he's feeling. "I'll see you later."
"Yeah, you too." I say back as he walks out of the room.
I sit down disappointed. Seriously, go figure I finally meet a guy that has the possibility of being more than a hookup, and it's my best friend's brother. No one I've ever met has made me feel half of what I'm feeling for Nathan, not even Lucas. I finish my drink and throw the cup away angrily. It's obvious that nothing will ever happen with Nathan because of this, so I should just nip this little crush in the bud.
If previous experiences have ever taught me anything, it's that the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else. So that's my exact plan for tonight. Liking Nathan is only going to hurt somebody in the end, so what's the point?
Besides, it's not in Brooke Davis fashion to fall in love. Hold up, did I just say love? Love in high school is as pointless as Hollywood marriages. I definitely don't love Nathan. If anything, I lust him. He's off-limits, making him all the more desirable. Yep, it's not love; that word isn't even in my vocabulary.
Nathan
He can't believe his sister's impossible rule. Sure, he set the same one for her, but c'mon, he knows his friends. They're all players with only one thing on their minds. He shouldn't be punished for protecting her from all that should he? He definitely can't believe his sister.
More so, he can't believe how hot Brooke looked tonight. He'd watched her for a few minutes before approaching her. There's something so incredibly sexy about her confidence, and her humor. He has to slap himself for thinking about her in any way other than a piece of ass. Scratch that; he can't think about her in any way other than his sister's best friend.
He's a player. And from the looks of it, she's one too. He doesn't fall in love with girls; he uses them and then shows them the door. But it looks like that won't happen at all, given Haley's adamant rule that friends are off limits.
Nathan just needs a distraction. Something to keep his mind off the gorgeous brunette.
He looks around the room and notices the pretty blonde checking him out from a corner. She's pretending to listen to her friend, but every few seconds she glances back in his direction, smiling.
Looks like he found his distraction.
Brooke
I grasp the back of this boy's neck as he wraps his arms around my waist. There's no denying Pete, I think that's his name, I don't really remember, is a good dancer. However, he's a little on the scrawny side, which was evident when he wrapped his arms around me. They didn't feel as secure as Nathan's muscular arms did, but I'm not complaining.
I'm here for a good time; it's just too bad Nathan can't be that for me. But oh well, I'll get over this little crush-thing, and Pete is definitely the way to do it.
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The next morning….
I wake up experiencing the hangover to end all hangovers. My head feels like it's going to explode, and my throat is completely dry. I glance around at my surroundings; the room is unfamiliar, but it's bright and open and airy, so I'm guessing I'm still at Nathan and Haley's beach house. The bed feels like something out of heaven, but then again, the Scotts are loaded. I'm the only one in the bed, but I expected that; I remember at least that much from the night before.
With each thrust Pete gave I thought less and less of Nathan. I ran my fingers down his chest and couldn't help the moans that were escaping my lips. At last we both came, and Pete rolled onto his back next to me.
"So that was…wow." He slurs happily. Would I sound cocky if I say I get that all the time?
"Yeah."I agree halfheartedly, I've had better. He settles in, wrapping an arm around me and closing his eyes.
"What are you doing?" I ask, shrugging out of his hold, sitting up and holding the blankets against my chest.
"Uh…going to bed?" I can't help but laugh. "Um yeah, I don't think so, you can leave now."
Pete looks shocked for a moment. "What?"
What does this boy not understand? "You did your job…did you seriously think that there'd be more to this than that? I don't share a bed with anybody…and they say girls are the naïve sex." I laugh again, and when he doesn't move, I gesture to the door. "Well, go on then."
He looks pissed off and rejected. Oh well, if you're gonna end up in bed with me, you're gonna have to play by my rules. Standing up, he quickly throws on his boxers and jeans. Picking up his shirt, he stalks to the door, mumbling something along the lines of "slut, bitch, whore…." I can take it; it's nothing I haven't heard before.
When the door closes I lay back down satisfied. I'm still in control.
My throat is killing me, and I desperately need a Tylenol, or maybe fifty. I get out of bed, throw on my clothes from last night, nix the bra because I can't find it anywhere, and head downstairs to the kitchen. The house is completely trashed. Cups and bottles are everywhere, as well as the people who drank out of them are sprawled out along the floor and furniture. I walk into the kitchen to find Nathan already in there wearing only a pair of basketball shorts, his back turned towards me, bent down in the fridge getting himself a drink.
Leaning against the doorway I pause to enjoy the view for a few seconds. "Morning." I say, surprising not only him, but myself as well at how raspy my voice sounds.
He turns around, "Hey." He reaches into the fridge again and throws me a mountain dew, my drink of choice on a hung-over morning. I open and take a sip, causing the pain in my throat to die down immediately.
"You rock." I say, entering the room and moving to sit on a bar stool. He's on the other side of the island, leaning against it. I try not to focus on his abs too much, but they are just as amazing as I imagined them, if not more so.
"Rough night, Junior?" He smirks, and slides me a couple of Tylenol.
"Mmm…you could say that." I smile back.
"I don't have to, you're hair says it enough for the both of us." I glance at a mirror against the wall. He's right; my hair looks like I've gone a week without brushing it. I stand up and bend over and begin to run my hands through the brown locks, attempting to neaten it. After a few seconds I give up and throw it into a messy bun.
Nathan starts to laugh, and I can't help but smile back. I pick a random cup off the table and throw it at him. He jumps back, his mouth forming a teasing 'oh' and says, "You're lucky that was empty."
I curtsy in response and then hop up onto the island. My legs are crossed and I kick them playfully. He's a few feet away, smiling at my actions.
"So what about you? You certainly have bedhead, Scott." I say after a few seconds of silence. I tilt my head and cock an eyebrow. "Tell me about the wild night you had."
"It involved a lot of alcohol…"
"I know that part, skip ahead to the nitty-gritty."
"Okay nympho." He smirks as I stick my tongue out at him. "Her name was Jennifer and it took about a half a beer after I met her for her to drag me upstairs, and ravish me for two hours." He smirks and moves closer to the island and sits on a stool. "How 'bout you?"
I shake my head. "So you need to get a girl nice and wasted before she even thinks about doin' the nasty with you? I'm utterly surprised." He rolls his eyes but still smiles. "Well, my night was okay. This Pete kid was alright, but I think I experienced a better orgasm kicking him out of bed more than the actual sex." This gets a laugh out of him, and I can't help but notice how his abs move with every breath.
"Like what you see?" I know he's looking at me, but I purposely take my time scanning his torso, then his neck, his chiseled jaw, his mouth, then finally his eyes.
"Yeah." I bluntly say. There's no point in being subtle. "I didn't know you had a nipple ring."
"I got it last year; another result of a drunken night."
"Eh, better than a baby." He smiles. "Very true."
For a few seconds we just stare at each other, smiling. Nathan moves his hand to rest it on my knee. Instantly I feel warmth from where his hand is, and my skin starts tingling. Gotta love how my body reacts to the slightest touch from him. Neither of us say anything for a moment, but it's not really necessary; the silence is actually pretty comfortable.
"Oh, I lost my bra last night. If you happen to find it, would you give it back to me? It's my favorite." A blind person could've seen the casual flicker of Nathan's eyes as they move down to my chest. I let out a small laugh; it doesn't take a genius to figure out what he's thinking.
"What size is it?" He asks, his gaze returning to my face. Like I'm stupid enough to fall for that.
"I guess you'll just have to find out when you find it." I wink.
"Well, what room were you guys in then?"
"Aw, now what fun would the scavenger hunt be if I told you the room?" I tease. Seeing the look on his face I continue. "Honestly, I'm not really sure. It was big, and open and – "
"You're describing every bedroom in this house." He laughs. "Come on, show me." He begins to walk out of the kitchen and turns around when he notices I'm not following. "Are you coming or what?" I shake my head and hop off the island.
"You lead the way." We walk past all the passed out teenagers, up the stairs, to the room I think I was in last night. I open the door to see two people awake and obviously enjoying some morning nookie. "Ooops, wrong room." I try to shut the door quickly, but Nathan's hand prevents me from doing so. He peeks in, the people inside still unaware of our presence.
"Perv." I grab his arm and shut the door. "You can watch that on your computer later, we're on a mission, remember?" Nathan looks excited. "I think that was Tim and Theresa! He's been trying to hook up with her for weeks now! Nice." I can't help but grin at how proud he is of his best friend for finally nailing the girl.
Still holding onto his arm, I lead him to a doorway a few doors down from Tim's room. Although I'm certain this is the right room, I open the door a little ways and peek my head in, just in case. "Yep, this is the room." I push the door open wider and we walk in. Nathan closes it behind him; taking one look at the mass of tangled blankets on the bed he looks over at me and nods smirking.
"Shut up." I say, slapping his chest.
"Okay, so in order to find your bra, I think we need the full effect of what happened last night." He hints, eyeing the bed again.
"I think we can work around that." I smile. Flirting with Nathan is one thing, because I'm sure Haley wouldn't care about that. I know, and she knows us both well enough to know that Nathan and I probably flirt with anything that walks. Kissing, or anything of the sort, is certainly objectionable.
So why am I not pushing him away when he suddenly wraps his arms around me from behind?
I turn around in his grasp. "Hey." He whispers, looking down at me, determination in his eyes. Talk about sexy. And wrong. Seriously, seriously wrong.
"Anyone could see." My point is feeble, at best, especially when he gestures to the closed door behind him.
"You planned for this to happen?" I ask, smiling slightly.
"What can I say? I'm an opportunist." He starts walking, causing me to move backwards, and he dips his head towards mine. My head is screaming in protest, but my body is ignorant. I lean up so our lips touch. Slowly our lips move together, and after a few minutes of just standing there, Nathan slips his tongue in my mouth and his hands up the back of my shirt. I move backwards, my mouth still on his, until my legs hit the side of the bed.
He lifts me up and lays me on the bed, then leans into me as I fall back, our mouths never separating. My hands are playing with the hair on the back of his head as he teasingly pulls on my shirt. Finally we separate just for a second to catch our breath, and he takes the opportunity to lift the shirt off over my head. He pauses a moment just to stare at me.
"Like what you see?" I mimic him from earlier, and he answers me by capturing my lips in a kiss again. This is a more hurried kiss than last time, but I'm completely fine with it. I wrap my arms around him again and dig my nails into his back. Nathan moans in response and his tongue delves further into my mouth.
I press my chest up into him, my hands now running through his dark hair. He begins to trail kisses down my chin, my neck, then down to my chest. Now it's my turn to moan. My mouth is craving contact with his again, so I pull him back up to me. Have I mentioned how completely delicious he is? Nathan Scott is officially irresistible.
By now my mind has stopped trying to convince me how wrong this is as I pull him closer to me. Even through the layers of clothes I can feel how hard he is, and I smile into the kiss. I reach my hand between us to the top of his shorts and rub over him gently. He shivers and I take it as a good reaction. My hand slowly slips under the fabric and I begin to feel, well, all of him. He certainly is well endowed. I gently begin to stroke him and things begin to heat up fairly quickly. Our breathing begins to mix together in hurried, shallow breaths.
"Holy shit Brooke." Nathan climaxes and quickly begins to return the favor. Neglecting to even take off my denim skirt, he slides his hand up between my legs, and you know… I begin to moan loudly, and he has to silence me with his lips, not that I mind much.
I hear someone calling my name in the distance but it takes me a couple of seconds to fully comprehend the situation. "Shit!" I push Nathan off of me. "What the fu-" Then he hears it, or her too. It's Haley.
Nathan quickly covers himself with blankets, however his hand is still occupied. I'm just about to push him away when Haley knocks on the door and enters.
"Oh good, you're up. This house is like, dead. Except for a couple of people a few doors down." She makes a face and I can't help but laugh at her reaction. She scans the room, first my shirt on the floor, then the mess of blankets, then finally my flushed face. Something clicks. "Oh geez, I'm so sorry. I just saw you and a kid come in here last night, and I just assumed that you'd have kicked him to the curb by now. I'll just ya know, catch up with you later."
I can tell Nathan is growing impatient under the covers. "No Hales, it's fine. Stay, tell me all about your night."
"Really?" She looks unsure.
"It's fi-INE" Nathan's caught on to my scheme and is now using his hand to his advantage. I try desperately to calm myself down and appear totally chill. Hopefully she buys it.
She does. "So you know, I met Peyton's friends last night. I can't believe how drunk I got, you disappeared within minutes missy." I try not to look distracted but Nathan's hand is totally going to town and I'm trying so hard to not scream out in pleasure. I move my hand under the blankets to grasp some part of him. My hand grips his shoulder and my nails pierce into him, trying desperately to get him to stop. He's being reckless and he knows it.
What does he do? He starts kissing my wrist! I'm going to murder this boy.
I turn my attention back to Haley. "So anyway, one of Peyton's friends is a musician, Jake. So we started talking about music, and next thing I know, we're totally hooking up, in my parents bed! I guess there's another 'I Never' I can cross off the list. It was crazy, but definitely some of the best sex I've had in awhile."
I have to stifle a laugh. The second she mentioned hooking up, Nathan froze. He removed his hand and I have a feeling it's clenched into a fist now. I sympathetically move my hand from his arm and run it gently through his hair.
"Really? That's amazing Hales." I say excitedly, it truly is. She deserves a great guy, not that I know him or anything, but she's a good judge of character, so I'm guessing he's nice.
"Anyway, I think he wants a sequel…or trilogy I guess, so I better get back." She winks and closes the door. Within seconds Nathan is out of bed, ready to go to war.
I stand up, pick my shirt up off the floor and put it on, and place my hand on his back. "She's fine Nate. Haley's a big girl; you can't expect her to not have sex." He flinches at the image. I lean up to kiss him and he reciprocates it for a few seconds. My cell phone rings in my pocket and I reluctantly pull away to answer it, regretting it even more when I see who's calling.
"Hello?" I ask, holding the phone a foot away from my ear because I know what's coming next.
"Where are you?!" My mother's voice screams into the phone. I look at Nathan and shrug, and he offers a small smile in return.
"Chill mom, I'm fine." I roll my eyes. I really miss the freedom of Ridgemont right now.
"You can't keep doing this Brooklyn! Why do you think you got expelled form school?! These crazy antics have to stop! I want you home right now!"
Nathan mouths the word 'expelled?' to me and I nod.
"Okay mom, I'll be home soon."
"Not soon, now! Brooklyn!" I'm sure she was going to say something more, but I hung up.
"Gotta love overprotective parents."
"I wouldn't know." Nathan smiles. He wraps his arm around me and kisses the top of my forehead, then my lips. I kiss back for a few minutes, enjoying the perfect bliss that I feel when in his arms. Pulling away, I rest my head on his chest. "I really should go…to be continued?"
He smirks. "What happened to following Haley's rules?"
"Rules are meant to be broken, right?" I bite my lower lip out of nervousness and glance up at him.
"Right." He smiles. "Do you need a ride?"
"Probably. I have no idea what happened to Peyton, and I really don't feel like guessing which room she ended up in."
I turn around to leave, "Don't forget your bra." He teases.
"But we never actually found it." I say like I'm speaking to a moron.
"It's by the door." Nathan says, pointing.
"What?" I bend down and pick it up. "Well at least you found it before I left."
He's smirking. "What? Don't think I'll be embarrassed to put it on in front of you." I say, grasping the hem of my top.
"No it's not that, I've sort of known where it was all along." He looks up sheepishly, but he's smirking.
"What?" To say I'm shocked is an understatement. "But I couldn't find it anywhere this morning!"
"Because it was behind the door, I found it when I closed it." The smirk grows bigger.
"You used me. I feel used, Scott." I cross my arms over my chest, fake pouting.
He wraps his arms around me, bends down and whispers in my ear, "True, but I told you then we wouldn't have had all this fun Junior."
"Very true." I admit. "And we never would've heard about Haley's little sexcapades last night." I turn and walk out of the room, smiling.
"Ugh, images!" He groans from behind, but follows me anyway.
Thoughts?