Chapter 1

Her eyes find his for what seems to be the hundredth time that night. This isn't the first time she's caught him catching a peek at her, and it's not the first time he's caught her doing just the same. She's not sure what exactly it was that made her want to stare at him all night, but she couldn't keep her eyes off of him. Off of his messy blonde hair, which made it look like he had just gotten out of bed, and his deep blue eyes in which she could just drown completely.

His name was Lucas Scott. And he had stolen her heart. She wasn't sure when it happened and she wasn't even sure how it happened, but it did. At the time she didn't even know what they were. Were they friends? Were they lovers? Were they friends with benefits? Brooke had absolutely no idea. All she knew was that this boy had been able to capture and crush her heart all in one year, and she still hadn't recovered.

She liked to tell her friends and herself that she was over him, that she had moved on, but they all knew it was a lie. And so did she. She hated him for being able to move on, for forgetting her. It almost makes her nauseous when she sees Peyton Sawyer clinging at him once again, just like she's been doing ever since word came out that she and Lucas were no longer on speaking terms. According to Lucas they're not an item and they're "just friends" but Brooke had a hard time believing that.

A few hours had passed and Brooke had found herself a bit more intoxicated than she had intended to become when she first arrived at the party. Not able to keep her balance any longer, Brooke stumbled towards the couch and quickly plopped down on it. She was a bit surprised when she saw who she had plopped down next to, almost sobering up the moment she saw his face, his mere presence being enough to drain the alcohol from her system.

"Hey" was all she was able to get out. It was seemingly all he was able to get out too as she was only met with another "Hey".

He looked right at her and she could almost feel his eyes looking into her soul. She tried to sit up straight, not wanting to show any signs of weakness around him.

"So how've you been?" she says, this time more confidence in her voice.

"Good, good. You?" his voice trembles and a small smirk grows on her face as she relishes in the fact that she's able to make him nervous.

"I'm good," she says, smirking. "A little drunk, but good." she giggles a bit and a smile escapes his lips. "Actually, I'm really drunk, but who cares, right?" she waves her arm nonchalantly, chuckling at her pathetic attempt at making a joke.

He also chuckles slightly and leans in a bit closer, moving his mouth to her ear, "Wanna hear something funny? I'm kinda drunk, too." he starts to laugh and she quickly joins him, both of them enjoying the pathetic humour that comes with being drunk.

With this new information, she takes a second to examine his face and finally notices the redness in his eyes, redness that only appears when he's had a bottle or two. Silence then sets as she leans back on the couch, staring out in front of her. She can see Peyton laughing in the kitchen. Probably at some lame ass joke that wasn't even funny to begin with. She can't help the jealousy that ensues whenever she sees Peyton or hears her name, even though Lucas insists on them being just friends.

She doesn't know what's gotten into her either when she utters her next question, "So you and Peyton –"

"Just friends." he quickly interrupts. She merely nods and her eyes land on the curly blonde once more. The thought of him ever being with her sickens her, but who is she to say anything? He's not hers and she's not sure he ever was hers to begin with.

"This party's dull." he says, probably in an attempt to change the subject she thinks. She then looks at him and quirks an eyebrow, not even realizing what she's saying as she's saying it.

"Wanna go upstairs?"

She wasn't sure exactly when, but if she had to guess it was about halfway down the hall when they turned into a mess of sweaty, tangled bodies. His hands roaming through her hair, her hands roaming under his shirt, getting a feel at the muscular body underneath it. She feels her back slam against a door, his hands struggling to get to the doorknob as they're both too busy with their roaming tongues and their hands gripping at one another.

He's finally able to turn the doorknob and they stumble into the room and onto the bed. Clothes were quickly thrown on the floor as they found themselves tangled up in someone else's sheets.

Brooke didn't know what had gotten into her but in that moment she didn't care. She needed to feel him, to kiss him, be with him, and she didn't care that she wasn't actually with him at the moment cause at the moment, his taste on her tongue was enough for her to give in and not look back.

The next morning they both woke up to splitting headaches. Brooke tried her best to sit up but only ended up falling back on the bed and groaning in pain as her head hurt as if she had been stung by a giant bee. She looked at the figure next to her and wasn't surprised to see him doing the same thing. God, were they wasted.

She wasn't able to remember all of the night before, but the flashes that did enter her mind made her smirk a little, if only for a second. And then the realization set in. And from the look on his face, it wasn't just her who was starting to realize.

"Oh, fuck."

--x--

After a lot of swearing and a lot of denying, the truth had finally set in with both Brooke and Lucas. All sobered up now, Brooke couldn't understand what was going through her mind the night before, but then again, when it came to her relationship with Lucas Scott, Brooke didn't really understand much.

"So, um… last night was… good." she says as she sits on the edge of the bed, fully clothed and putting her pumps back on.

"Yeah, it was." he says. She turns her head to look at him over her shoulder and is surprised to see an actual genuine smile on his face. For a second she allows her stomach to flutter a bit at the sight of his gorgeous smile, but she quickly shakes it away, not wanting to go back to that place with him again.

"We should totally do this more often." she says as she gets off of the bed. She turns around, only to be met with a confused frown on Lucas' face and chuckles a bit at his ability to be so oblivious.

She then walks over to the side of the bed and sits down next to him, her naked shoulder brushing against his naked chest. She can see him visibly shiver and she smirks, knowing she's getting to him.

"Look, I know things didn't end that well between us, but… last night was really fun," she quirks an eyebrow and makes sure her voice is extra sensual as she says this. "You know, you and I, we make a pretty good team." she jokes and her heart beats a little faster when she sees him chuckle a bit at her little joke.

She leans forward a bit and rests her chin on her palm, looking him square in the eye. "So you know, when I'm in need, you supply and when you're in the mood, give me a call." Despite the little voice in her head that's screaming "What the fuck are you doing?!" Brooke tries to keep her voice as nonchalant as always, even though she knows she's getting herself into a big old pile of mess.

"So basically you wanna be friends with benefits?" He questions with a smirk on his face.

"Is that what they're calling it these days?" she jokes as she gets off of the bed and struts out of the bedroom. She curses herself the moment she takes the first step outside. What the hell was she thinking?! Not only did she have too many feelings for Lucas, still, to just be something casual with him, but she had been trying so hard to fight off that image that this made her feel like she had taken one step forward and three huge steps back.

"He probably thinks I'm going crazy. That or completely desperate." she thought as she made her way out of the house.

But what she didn't see were the sweaty palms he had when her shoulder brushed against his skin, or the way his heart rate went up everytime she gave him her trademark Brooke Davis smirk. And as Brooke wondered what the hell she got herself into, she didn't realize that Lucas Scott was already in very big trouble.