Chapter 5 - Teasing to Please
"Brooklyn dear, answer the door!" I hear my mother call from downstairs. No doubt she's too busy pouring herself another cocktail to even bother welcoming people in. My dad, on the other hand, is probably in the living room, sitting in his favorite chair and reading the sports section of the local paper. Seriously, is she not aware of the fact that we have maids for this sort of thing?
Rolling my eyes, I quickly glance at my reflection in a mirror before beginning my way downstairs. I'm wearing a simple red cocktail dress with my hair down in loose curls. Originally I'd planned on wearing jeans and a nice tank top, but when I'd walked downstairs my mother had almost had a heart attack. Apparently, this is a formal dinner. Still, the look on her face was almost priceless, and truth be told, I do love this dress.
I opened the door to welcome Haley and Nathan, both looking adorable in "formal" attire. Haley's wearing a black cocktail dress, and Nathan is wearing khaki pants and a blue dress shirt that really helps to bring out his eyes. I have to pause a moment to catch my breath, and I pray to God I'm not attracting an audience.
"Hey guys, come on in." I say fake cheerily, all the while making the most repulsive faces. Haley stifles a small giggle while Nathan offers a small grin. I lead them out of the foyer and into the living room, figuring it might be easier to introduce them to my dad first.
My father is a complicated man. He's one of the richest and most strategic businessmen on the eastern seaboard, but you wouldn't know it in this house. He's the exact opposite of Victoria; for as cold as she is, he is warm and loving, by far the more supportive parent of me. I don't understand how such a great man could've ended up with someone as evil as my mother.
"Dad, this is Haley Scott, my best friend forever, and Nathan, her older brother. Guys, this is my dad." My father stands up to greet Haley, "Of course she is, so good to finally meet you Haley; Brooke talks about you constantly." He says with a warm smile. Haley responds politely as he moves on to shake Nathan's hand.
"Well Nathan, it's good to finally meet Tree Hill's basketball prodigy. I was just reading about you actually, your stats are pretty impressive son." Whereas Nathan may have seemed nervous a few seconds ago, he relaxed at the mentioning of basketball. For the next few moments they chatted about the season as Haley and I talked about other things.
"So, by bearing the Scott name, I presume you are the kids of Dan and Deb? Quite successful couple they are together." Haley and Nathan both nodded their heads, though I could see a little bit of resentment in his eyes as Dan's name was mentioned.
"Yeah, they had to go out of town for emergency business last night." Haley spoke up.
"What a shame." My dad responds politely.
"Richard, the only shame is that you haven't offered our company drinks yet." My mother says condescendingly as she walks into the room, and my dad jumps up to get us some cokes.
"We should probably sit." I whisper over to them, and we all take a seat on the sofa, Haley in the middle.
"Geez. You weren't lying." Haley mumbles out of the corner of her mouth.
"It hasn't even begun." I reply as my dad hands us a drink each, then moves to sit down in the chair perpendicular to where we currently are sitting. My mom sits down on the loveseat opposite of us.
"Mom, this is Haley and Nathan Scott." I introduce cheerily.
"Nice to meet you." She seems pleasant for a moment, but I know there's a snake in the grass somewhere and I'm just waiting for it to come out.
"So are your parents coming in another car?" She asks politely.
"Um, no, they couldn't make it. They're on a business trip." Haley replies.
"Well Brooklyn, you could have mentioned it to me, and we could have rescheduled dinner. It hardly seems practical to have two dinners for a similar purpose."
"It was pretty sudden Mrs. Davis, they left last night actually." Nathan interjected, trying to alleviate the situation.
My mother had no response to that, other than sneering as if there was something putrid in the air.
"Mr. and Mrs. Davis, dinner is ready." Sarah, the maid, announces from the doorway.
As we get up out of our seats to follow my parents into the dining room, Nathan puts his hand on the small part of my back. "You okay?" He mumbles. Almost immediately I shoot a look at Haley who's on the other side of me, but half a step ahead of me so she doesn't see his arm.
"So you're mom seems nice." She says lightly, causing us both to laugh.
"Did your dad spike our drinks?" Nathan asks. "I could've sworn I tasted alcohol." I nod. "Yeah, believe me, he's a smart man."
The second we enter the dining room Nathan instantly pulls his arm away, but my mother eyes him intensely for a few moments. Nathan and Haley move to sit on one side of the table while my parents sit at either end. I sit down, rather strategically, across from Nathan. Hey, tonight's guaranteed to suck anyway, so we might as well try to have fun.
Halfway through the salads my mother starts in, not that I'm surprised. Internally, I'd been counting down the minutes, half surprised that she hadn't begun earlier. What is surprising though, is the fact that she chooses to start in on Nathan first.
"So Nathan, where do you plan on going to school?" She asks in a nice tone, but I know this is just a leading question.
"I'm not quite sure yet. Duke is my main choice, but I've applied to a few other schools too." He answers, taking another bite of his salad.
"And what do you plan on going for?" This seems like an innocent question, but the look in her eyes gives the allusion that she's talking to Nathan as if she knows some big secret that he doesn't.
"I'm hoping to get a basketball scholarship, play my four years, and then be recruited in the NBA. But if that falls through, I'll probably fall back on a business degree or something."
"Basketball isn't a sturdy future." She argues.
My dad pipes up, "Victoria, Nathan is quite good at the sport; the Ravens are undefeated."
"Well," She huffs, "I'm sure that there are many young boys that are good at it, what makes you stand out Nathan?"
Haley and I share a small glance, both worried where this is going. Luckily Nathan handles it well as he answers her question, though I know he must be frustrated on the inside. Nobody wants to hear that their dreams are unreasonable by complete strangers.
"Well, I'm Captain of the team, and have one of the highest scoring averages per game in the state. For the past three summers I've attended High Flyers …I think it's safe to say I have a decent future in basketball ahead of me Mrs. Davis." He looks her dead in the eye but smiles politely.
"High Flyers? No kidding." My dad says proudly, Nathan and I share a look. By this time Sarah brings out a tray with a large glazed ham on top. A thought strikes me as soon as I glance over and see the look on Haley's face.
"Um mom…Haley is a vegetarian." I say nervously. There are a few moments of awkward silence and I inwardly prepare for some serious verbal berating. QB carefully wipes her chin with her cloth napkin and then sets it in her lap.
After a few more seconds, she finally speaks. "Well, although that would've been nice to know ahead of time," she pauses to glance in my direction, "we do have other food for you Haley. Sarah, bring out the pasta." No doubt she's angry, but I can't help but stifle a laugh.
For the next half hour or so we make pleasant conversation between us. Growing rather bored, I begin to slide my foot across the floor under the table. When it makes contact with Nathan's he looks up discretely, smiling. Haley continues to chat with my dad about random things, but I've tuned out long ago.
My foot is now sliding up under Nathan's pants, sliding gently against his ankle, the skin to skin contact driving me nuts but I continue. The minutes pass by as my foot teasingly slides up and down his shin, rubbing gently against the khaki fabric. Finally I reach his knee, as well as the seat of his chair as I rest my foot upon it, between his thighs. Nathan uses his left hand to lift up his napkin, pretend to wipe his mouth, and sets it back, but keeps his hand under the table. Real smooth.
Suddenly I feel his fingers wrap gently around my ankle, and gently begins to massage my bare foot, careful to not move his arm too much, otherwise it might seem kind of questionable as to why his hand is under the table, and moving back and forth, if you catch my drift.
Slowly I push my foot forward and begin to massage him through his pants as he pushes in closer to the table; Haley is sitting right next to him after all. We both turn our attention to either our food or the current conversation. I really want to glance over at him to see his reaction, but I don't want to risk it. My foot begins to move faster, and Nathan responds by coughing loudly and taking a huge gulp of water. Haley eyes him weirdly but turns the focus back on my father while I slow my pace a little.
"Haley, what are your plans for the future?" The no-meat announcement must've set QB off onto Haley now as she speaks for the first time since the incident.
"I, um, want to go to Stanford, or Colombia." She says, a little bit louder than a whisper as she stares into her food, it doesn't take an idiot to realize that a quiet Victoria Davis is not a happy one. If anything, she's even colder than ever.
"I was a Colombian man myself," my father throws in. "Great school, excellent reputation, I'm sure you'd love it there Haley."
"Aren't those expectations a little high also?" My mother asks. God, she's got the whole bitch thing down packed tonight. She asks these questions as if they are everyday conversation, but nobody can mistake her tone. Of course, no one will call her out on it either. No one, except me that is.
"What do you mean, mother?" I ask icily, hoping she gets the point that she's being inappropriate.
"Well it's quite simple Brooklyn. Stanford and Colombia are excellent schools; simply put, I don't think Haley is cut out for them."
Nathan is about to speak but I beat him to it. "What do you mean 'cut out for it'? Haley is the smartest person I know."
By now she doesn't even bother to hide her distaste. "You're judge of character has serious flaws dear if the smartest person you know is sitting at this table."
By now it's my turn to scoff. Haley continues to stare at her food as my dad looks at her sympathetically. I pull my foot away from Nathan as I sit up in my chair. "She was first in our class at Ridgemont mother; tell me that isn't solid proof of intelligence."
She shrugs. "You'd either have to be incredibly stupid, or a lesbian, to willingly leave one of the best preparatory schools in the nation for your best friend. Now since you tell me she's smart, that leaves only one other option."
Needless to say, everyone around the table is speechless. Angrily I push myself away from the table. "Are you freaking kidding me?! We're not lesbians! God, mom!"
Queen Bitch remains calm. "Brooklyn dear, I didn't imply that you were a lesbian. God knows the reasons why you get kicked out of that school in the first place are proof enough of that. I'm just saying, her motives are questionable."
I'm so mad that I'm almost shaking, and Haley looks like she's on the verge of tears. Nathan wraps a protective arm around her. "We're best friends mom, just because you don't know the luxury of real friends doesn't mean that people that truly are are homosexual!" I stand up from my seat.
"Sit down, you're being rude."
I laugh. "I'm being rude? You pick at every little thing about my friends and I'm the rude one? Are you serious?"
Nathan stands up. "We better go. Thanks for the dinner." He aims this towards my father as he and Haley walk out of the room to get their coats. I give my parents one last look, a sympathetic one towards my dad, and one of complete disgust towards my mom.
"Wait up, I'm coming with you." I say as I walk out of the room to grab my coat as well.
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"So that was pretty intense, not gonna lie. You okay Hales?" Nathan glances over at her in the passenger seat as he pulls out of the driveway. She nods her head.
"Brooke, your mom is insane." She mumbles and I can't help but laugh.
"Hate to say I told you so bestie. I'm just sorry you guys had to go through that." I say as I wrap my arms around her in a hug from the backseat.
"I don't know. Parts of it were entertaining." Nathan catches my eyes in the rearview mirror and he cocks an eyebrow as I smile back.
"Ya know Hales, you could've just proved her wrong by showing her that sex tape you made with Billy that one time." Suddenly the car swerves and I look up to see Nathan wincing. "Yup, totally worth it." I say as Haley and I both laugh.
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"What movie do you guys want to watch?" Haley asks as she scours the list of titles in Nathan's DVD collection. "My God Nathan, how much porn do you need?" Nathan smirks as I raise an eyebrow but smile nonetheless.
"Must be little Natey over here doesn't get much action." I smile widely.
He scoffs. "Please, girls can't keep their hands, or mouths," He smirks at me as Haley's back is turned, "off of me." I roll my eyes playfully and stick my tongue out at him.
"Okay, way too much info big brother. Sweet, found one!" She says happily, pulling the case off the rack and opening it up. She puts the dvd into the player and sits in a papazon chair, while I opt to lie on the bed. Nathan lays down next to me, making sure to leave a respectable distance between us.
Soon Superbad begins to play, as Nathan and I both turn our heads to Haley and nod our approval.
"Woah…creepy. You guys are way too much alike. You're both smirking." She laughs, and Nathan and I look at eachother as he winks at me.
About forty-five minutes into the movie, I feel a light tap on my shoulder as Nathan signals for me to look in Haley's direction. Once I do, I realize that she's passed out in the chair. Quietly he gets up off the bed and grabs my hand, helping me off of my laying position. Still holding my hand, he leads me out of his room and down the hall to what I assume is a spare bedroom.
"Nate," I whisper but he cuts me off with a kiss as I become pressed up against the wooden door, his hands resting gently on my hips. My arms wrap comfortably around his neck and I smile into the kiss, while his lips continue to move gently against mine. I can feel his right arm brush against me as he tries to open the door; his left arm wraps around to support my back so that I don't fall once the door is open.
Once it is, I slowly walk backwards, somewhat awkwardly, to the bed. Nathan sets me down on it, then breaks the kiss so he can shut the door. Once he gets on the bed I pull him by the collar of his shirt in order to have him closer to me. He still hasn't changed from the disastrous dinner, whereas I changed into some of Haley's clothes.
I glance up into his dark eyes as he rests his forehead against mine. "Can you believe we've only known each other for like, four days?"
He shakes his head. "I still can't believe it only took you an hour to betray your best friend." The words would've sound hurtful, had Nathan not said them the way he said them. He said it like he knew what I was going through, which he did basically, since Haley was his sister and he was betraying her too.
"If she ever finds out, she's going to hate us." I think regretfully, taking my hands off of him, and pulling away a little. Nathan notices and backs off slightly. "She won't hate us."
"Right. She won't hate you because you're her brother. What does that leave me, the whore of a best friend that can't control herself enough to respect Haley's one request?" I bite my lower lip.
"You're not a whore." He tries to reason. "You can't help who you like."
"I never said I liked you Nathan." I tease, comforted by his argument.
"Yeah, I know. I just thought it was implied after last night, when you were moaning my name a thousand times over." He smirks and I slap his shoulder playfully.
"Maybe I'm just using you for your body, huh, ever consider that big shot?" I sit up and flirtatiously begin to unbutton his shirt, my fingers gently sliding down his chest. Instinctively he flips us over again, our bodies pressed together under the weight of his gorgeous, covered body. Nathan leans in and whispers in my ear, his warm breath hitting me in such a way that I want to pull him closer and ravish him completely, a total contradiction of the conversation we just had.
"Well then, maybe I like you, Brooke Davis." He whispers. "Maybe you're the most stunning and beautiful girl I've ever seen, and maybe last night was some of the best sex of my life, and maybe I feel like I've known you my whole life rather than just four days, and I can't even imagine my life without you now. Who knows? Maybe one day I could even fall in love with you."
He pulls away and looks deeply into my eyes, which are suddenly feeling very heavy. I'm shocked to say the least, and momentarily stunned and speechless. "Oh Nate." I lean up and kiss him and he briefly pulls away.
"And maybe, I just proved that you like me, without you having to say anything." That cocky smirk is back on his face and I realize I just got played. Great, way to be obvious Brooke. Way to fall for the smooth-talking player.
"Ass." I glare, while he continues to smile.
"Maybe I meant every word I said." He replies simply.
"But you didn't, did you?" I challenge, slightly put off by the entire situation.
"Hmm,I like the feisty you Junior. But then again, I like every part of you." He leans in so that our lips are millimeters apart, our eyes are so close I can see just how dark blue his eyes are currently. "I meant it." He whispers gently.
Someone could've have just told me I'd just won a million dollars, and it wouldn't feel as amazing as those three little words. Hell, they aren't even 'I love you' and they have my head spinning and heart swelling.
We kiss. And again, and again. It feels like we've done it for an eternity, and only two seconds at the same time. I think we both have it in our heads though that we shouldn't have this go further today, since Haley is right down the hall.
Eventually I feel my eyelids getting even heavier and I pull away and lay against Nathan, my head resting on his chest as I close my eyes. My fingers scrape lightly against his shirt as he wraps an arm around me.
"Mmm…don't let me fall asleep." I say quietly, already fighting the fatigue.
"I won't." He promises, though I can tell he's fighting it too, but I'm too comfortable to do anything about it.
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I wake up, my head in the crook of Nathan's neck, with him sleeping soundly next to me. His face looks so peaceful and serene that I stop and stare at it for a moment, completely blissed out by our earlier conversation.
"Shit!" I sit up and try to fix my hair and wipe away any evidence that I fell asleep in Nathan's arms.
My movement causes the hot boy next to me to wake up. "What's wrong?" He asks, in the middle of a yawn so it's kind of hard to interpret.
"We fell asleep, and Haley's probably awake now, and oh god, what if she saw us?!" I'm in mid-freakout when Nathan silences me with a kiss.
"Chill. Haley woke up awhile ago and I got up. I told her you were really tired so you passed out in here, and that I was gonna go in my room. She went to work, so I came back in here."
I was confused. "She got a job?"
"Kind of. She waitresses at the café our aunt owns."
My mouth forms the shape of an 'oh'. "So Boytoy, where were we?"
"Well, I was about to make a hot girl some dinner, and then maybe hit the hot tub, interested?"
"Mmm." I nod approvingly.
"Good, so could you call Peyton for me?" He jokes, his eyes lighting up.
"You ass." But I smile anyway as he helps me off the bed and leads me out of the room. We're in the hallway when I decide to jump on his back and make him give me a piggyback ride. He laughs as I begin to kiss the back and side of his neck.
"Any more of that and dinner is gonna have to be postponed." He hints as we struggle down the stairs, since I'm still on his back.
"What a shame…what are we having anyway?"
By this time we've reached the kitchen, and I hop off of him and give him light kiss on the lips.
"Wait and see." He smirks and begins to move around the kitchen, while I hop onto a chair and watch him cook.
He ends up making spaghetti, really really good spaghetti, though I'll never admit that to him. Why feed his already humongous ego?
I take another bite and glance up at him from across the island. He's still wearing the button up shirt, but got rid of the undershirt, most likely taking it off when I was asleep. A few of the buttons are undone, allowing me a slight view of his smooth chest and abs.
"You're staring again." Nathan teases, and I'm removed from my trance.
"Please, like you mind." I retort, taking another bite of spaghetti.
"Actually, I do." He puts on a pained expression. "How would you like it if all girls thought of you as was a piece of meat? It's a very demanding job, I have so much added pressure put on me." Throughout his little sob story I was struggling to hold in my laughter, but I can't hold it in anymore and I start laughing. Loud.
"You're so full of it Scott." I stick my tongue out at him and roll my eyes.
"Hey, that came from my heart!" Nathan jokingly defends himself. I look away for a moment, and suddenly feel something warm and slimy hit my arm. Looking down, I realize that Nathan threw a piece of spaghetti at me. "That came from the heart too, in case you were wondering." He laughs.
"You're dead!" I scream as I grab a handful off of my plate and throw it at him, half hitting his face, the other half hitting the cupboards behind him, though neither of us cares. Nathan turns around and grabs a handful of noodles himself and tries to morph it into a ball of some sort, but seems pretty unsuccessful. Regardless, this doesn't stop the smirk that is playfully graced upon his lips.
"I would think before you act. Think about it long and hard." I warn, but I'm already slowly pushing my chair away from the island, trying to distance myself from the saucy mess that's about to occur.
In a completely serious monotone, Nathan responds with, "That's what she said." And seconds later I feel the lump of spaghetti hit me on the chest and slide down, leaving a trail of red sauce on my shirt, or rather, Haley's shirt.
It's war. Full on mayhem in the Scott family kitchen as Nathan and I scramble around the room, throwing spaghetti, salad, and water at each other. Both of us are laughing our heads off, interrupted briefly by my screams and our random taunts at the other person.
This continues for a few minutes until we reach a standoff around the kitchen table, as I try to make my way back to the stove to rearm myself. Nathan, five feet away, is blocking me from doing so. Currently he's got a mixture of sauce and ranch dressing mixed in his hair and face, and a soaked shirt, which now sticks to his perfect abs in such a way that I can see every ridge along them. Damn sexy. He's breathing moderately heavy, his chest rising and falling every few seconds, and wearing the hottest smile on his face.
"Your move Junior." He taunts, and takes one second to glance at the wall clock, giving me the opportunity to dodge to the left of the table and try to run to the stove. Just as I get to the island and turn the corner, I feel his muscular arms wrap around my waist and I let out a small squeal as we both slip on some sauce, or dressing, or both, and fall to the ground.
He lets out a small "oomph" as we land on the tiled floor, me practically on top of him and his arms still wrapped around me. His head bounces off the tile slightly and I put one small hand under his head, my manicured nails running through his dark and messy hair. I have to laugh as we look around the kitchen from our floor-view, it's a disaster. Red splotches of sauce are everywhere.
"You're a mess." I laugh at him, picking a piece of lettuce off of his shirt.
"Speak for yourself." Nathan retorts, pulling a noodle out of my hair. I lean down and kiss his cheek, and he turns his head and kisses my lips. I move my free hand up to cup his face as we continue making out on his kitchen floor. It's disgusting and delicious at the exact same time.
Beneath me I can feel his phone vibrating in his pocket as the shock of it causes me to jump. Nathan smiles as he reaches for it after I climb off of him.
"Hello?...Yeah, okay, tell her I said hi. Brooke? Nah, I gave her a ride home hours ago, yeah, see you tomorrow. Later." He hangs up and I quirk an eyebrow.
"Haley, she's working late tonight so she said she'll probably just stay with my aunt tonight. Then she was wondering if you left yet, and I figured it was best to lie." I kiss his lips. "Good boy."
"So I'm a mess…and so is your kitchen."
"And I have the house to myself tonight…" He hints to me.
"Oh, the possibilities Nathan, oh the possibilities." I smirk.
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I know it's been awhile, and I'm SORRY!, but school and life is busy these past few months, but i'm back! :D
...what'd you think?