Six weeks had passed since Brooke Davis and Lucas Scott had spoken to one another. It was as if they had been transported back to the previous school year, when neither one of them had really even acknowledged that the other existed. The head cheerleader had continuously tried to capture the attention of Tree Hill High's go-to drug dealer but had failed miserably. The boy wouldn't even as much as look in the girl's direction. But there were the rare occasions in which their eyes would meet. The girl would notice that the boy's features softened before his gaze darted away. This gave her hope. That maybe, somehow their paths would cross again. Or at least she would get closure from him. But in all reality, the girl knew that she was the one to blame for the demise of their somewhat, fucked up relationship. It was painfully obvious to the boy that she had chosen Julian over him. His ego must have taken a beating after he bared his emotions to her only to realize that she had fucked Julian again. In the girl's defense, she didn't ask Lucas if he had been seeing other people throughout the summer. It wouldn't have been that hard to believe if he had girls on the side. But at the same time, they had seen each other almost everyday- usually in the wee hours of the morning, which meant it would have been hard for the boy to have other girls lined up.
Today was Friday. And unlike any other Friday where students would rather be caught dead than being seen on school grounds on the weekend, tomorrow was the Homecoming Dance. More specifically, it was the last Tree Hill Homecoming Brooke Davis would ever attend, which really was the only important aspect of tomorrow night. Being the goddess that she was, naturally Brooke Davis had been nominated for Homecoming Queen, along with Rachel…and for some godforsaken reason other cheerleaders on the squad. Brooke figured her only real competition was Rachel, but then again she really didn't give a shit because she wanted the title of 'Prom Queen'. The girl couldn't help but think back to the first night where she had really met Lucas Scott. Back when he said that all of the shit she deemed important now really wouldn't matter in a couple of years. Maybe he was right. But for the time being, Brooke was going to campaign as hard as she could for both Rachel and herself. Consistently for the past two years, she and Rachel had reigned in the crowns of either Homecoming or Prom Queen. And Brooke Davis wasn't about to let any bitch off the street snatch up their shared status symbol. Like Lucas had said, it was an honor to be accompanied in the presence of both Queens. Wait. What the fuck? Why was she suddenly thinking back to what he had said that first night at The Blue Post? It wasn't uncommon that Brooke Davis thought about that night, or Lucas Scott for that matter. But something had to give. This was almost seeming desperate and pathetic. Not that anyone knew what she had shared with him over the summer…but still. Brooke Davis didn't do desperate. This was her senior year…and she couldn't let anyone else steal her thunder.
Today she was decked out in her cheerleading uniform. The homecoming football game was tonight, so it was part of her duty to draw in spectators by wearing as little clothing as possible to school. It worked like a charm too, almost every head in the hallway of Tree Hill High spun in her general direction. Almost. Lucas Scott never paid any attention to what she was wearing. This was something the girl wasn't used to. She had never experienced the sensation of a guy not giving a flying fuck about her. It her hurt, in a way, just because it was Lucas Scott.
She had hurt him unintentionally. And now she was suffering the consequences. Knowing that she had hurt him had hit her with a tremendous amount of guilt and regret.
But Brooke Davis didn't have time to think about Lucas Scott. This was Homecoming Weekend. And first period was about to begin. With her arm linked though her boyfriend's, Brooke strutted down the hall towards her English class. Julian pecked her on the cheek, squeezed her ass, winked, and then departed towards his Honors Physics class. The brunette confidently strutted into the classroom, taking her seat in the middle of the room. Rachel, Felix, Owen Morello, and Bevin surrounded her. Clearly these five were members of the Tree Hill elite. As the final bell rang, Brooke placed her pink spiral notebook on her desk and accompanied it with a purple pen. As attendance was being called, the girl couldn't help but notice an empty seat in the back corner of the classroom. And as if he were on cue, Lucas Scott barged through the door, out of breath and disheveled. Mr. DeFino, their English teacher, was not too pleased.
"Mr. Scott, how nice of you to join us." Mr. DeFino, drawled out, as he shook his head to himself. Lucas didn't bother saying anything as he quickly took his seat. It was extremely rare that Lucas was ever on time for first period. If Brooke had to guess, he was too busy selling weed in the parking lot to get to class on time. She turned her head over her shoulder casually, trying to meet his gaze only to find a cold, distant stare.
"Now, class. I need everyone to take out his or her copy of Fitzgerald's finest work- 'The Great Gatsby'. I want to take a little bit of time to discuss Daisy and Gatsby today." Mr. DeFino paced back and forth with the paperback waving in his left hand. "Miss Davis, now why do you think that Daisy is suddenly interested in the mysterious Gatsby?"
Fuck. Maybe the cheerleading uniform got a little bit of the wrong kind of attention, too. Brooke hadn't ready any of this book, let alone know who the fuck this Daisy character was. Biting on her lower lip, Brooke plastered a fake smile on her face and sat up straight in her desk. "Um, because he's 'great' right?" This earned a few laughs, mainly just from Rachel and Bevin. DeFino merely rolled his eyes, clearly not impressed with Brooke's not so creative attempt to answer his question.
"He came back from the war and became everything he thought Daisy wanted in a man." Brooke whipped her head around, knowing exactly who made the interruption.
"Care to elaborate, Mr. Scott?"
Lucas stayed silent for a moment before getting out of his slouch, sitting up firmly in his desk. His icy blue eyes bore straight into Brooke, hoping she would comprehend everything he was about to say. "Well, when they first met he had to lie about his background just to get her to even consider being with him. God forbid a rich, beautiful girl be caught dead with someone of a lesser social status. Imagine the poor guy's surprise when he comes home to find out she married into old money."
Brooke turned in her chair to face Mr. DeFino, and for the first time EVER thought it be appropriate to contribute to class discussion. "Well, maybe she had to because her family approved of the lifestyle her husband provided for her. Maybe she didn't love her husband, just loved the luxury and ease that came with being with him."
"That sounds incredibly shallow."
"Okay!" Mr. DeFino stopped them, his eyes lit up with excitement that students were actually engaged in conversation that revolved around course content. "We've definitely strayed from the question. But let's take this opportunity to split off into pairs and analyze the relationship between Daisy and Gatsby." He stepped away from the chalkboard with his finger pointed at Brooke. "You and Scott can continue your little debate."
Brooke froze, this was not the time or place she wanted to be alone with Lucas. She turned awkwardly in her seat to glance at him. His brow was furrowed, and she couldn't exactly read his facial expression. But it was clear he wasn't leaving his back corner of the classroom. Hesitantly, Brooke gathered her shit and approached him and sat down beside the blonde. She could already smell the stale smoke on his hooded gray sweatshirt that she used to wear over the summer.
"Hi…" Her voice was quiet, timid almost. Her nerves were jumping in all sorts of directions. She definitely needed a couple of drinks to deal with this.
Much to her surprise, they boy actually looked at her. His facial features softened momentarily. "Hey." He opened his spiral notebook and flipped through pages of scribbled down notes. The girl followed his lead only to open hers to a blank page of lined paper.
"I take it you haven't read this."
"Am I that transparent?" Her dimples were exposed, her nose scrunched. And secretly, the boy found it adorable.
"Only a little." The boy murmured, now staring intently at his notes. This was the first awkward silence they had ever shared and Brooke wasn't enjoying it. It felt as if the oxygen in the room was quickly disappearing.
"Gatsby is a little delusional, I'll admit it. He wants to live in the past, back when Daisy had promised to wait for him. He's in love with the girl he met and doesn't seem to realize that she's no longer that person. But she's his version of the American Dream. So he comes back, fresh out of the Army, and he makes his fortune doing shady shit. Because he's gotta some how fit in with the moneyed world of Daisy. But all the money in the world can't buy him Daisy. He's a man who has everything and nothing at the same time."
The boy paused and brought his eyes to meet the girl's wide orbs. He cleared his throat and took a swig out of the water bottle that was perched on his desk. "Then they meet again. Only she's married to Tom, a guy who comes from old money. Daisy is evidently unhappy in her marriage. It's almost appears as if Daisy is going to leave her arrogant, asshole husband for Gatsby but never gives him a clear answer."
Brooke swallowed the large lump in her throat, realizing the parallels between Daisy's dilemma and her own, Gatsby and Lucas, and finally Tom and Julian.
"Oh" was all the girl managed to utter.
The boy offered her a weak smile and raised both of his eyebrows. "Yeah." He hated how he couldn't stay angry at her, and that all he wanted to do was place her hand in his. She was the angel from his nightmare of a life. "Ironic, isn't it?"
The girl was studying the boy. He looked the same yet so different at the same time. Still unshaven, still dressed the same, but he looked tired. His hands looked rougher than usual and she couldn't ignore the fact that his knuckles on his right hand were bruised. "What's ironic, Lucas?"
Lucas took a sharp breath in. He had missed hearing her say his name. "Both the criminal and the rich kid want the Princess of East Egg."
Brooke couldn't help herself now, she really couldn't. Without skipping a beat, three words quickly escaped her lips. "I miss you."
"Could've fooled me." The notebook shut and the boy stared straight ahead, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of knowing the feeling was mutual or see the disappointed look on her face. "From what I've seen you and Baker seem pretty damn happy."
Brooke wouldn't go as far as to say they were happy. Content, sure. But not happy. At least she wasn't and that largely had to do with the boy sitting next to her. Before Lucas, the unsuspecting victim in this case, had taken her life by storm, Brooke had never really had anyone to compare Julian to. And she didn't just mean that in a physical sense. Lucas paid attention to the little things, while Julian rarely did. It wasn't that it bothered her, it was more so that she missed it. She missed him.
Mr. DeFino spoke up again, making the class silent. "Okay, everyone. Back to your seats."
Brooke gathered her stuff, taking one last look in the boy's direction. But she received no recognition from him.
After a long three hours cheering on the Ravens football team, Brooke wanted nothing more than to just go home, shower, and sleep until noon tomorrow. There was no way she was going to the after party tonight. The last thing she needed was to be hungover before the second biggest night of the year. Plus after her brief conversation with Lucas in first period, Brooke wasn't exactly in the mood to get wasted. She had been off the entire day but managed to plaster a fake smile on her face in time for kickoff. It didn't help that Julian hadn't noticed any difference in her demeanor, either. He was too busy pooling money for kegs this weekend.
"What do you mean you're not coming tonight?" Rachel was in a state of shock at Brooke's refusal. Brooke Davis never missed a party. "What the hell is wrong with you today? First you mope around all day, now you don't wanna drink with me!" The redhead slung her duffle bag over her shoulder and simultaneously shut her locker. "Jesus Christ….are you knocked up?"
The girl spun her head around to face Rachel with her nose scrunched up. "What?!" She asked incredulously, not understanding why this was so shocking. "No!" The girl stood next to her best friend as Rachel checked herself out in the bathroom mirror. "I'd like to be 100% tomorrow morning. It's a big day. I'd rather not spend it with a pounding headache."
Rolling her eyes, Rachel shrugged her shoulders and accepted the excuse she didn't exactly buy. "Fine. But just so you know, I will be drunkenly campaigning tonight and I'm sure I'll get many people to drunkenly promise to vote for me tomorrow. So don't bitch tomorrow when I win and you don't."
Playfully nudging Rachel with her elbow, Brooke twirled her car keys around her finger. "Bring it on, slut." She grabbed her bag and began walking out of the locker room. "Call me tomorrow after you puke so we can get ready."
The parking lot had cleared out for the most part with a few exceptions. Making her way to her baby blue bug, Brooke stopped in her tracks when she heard a familiar voice coming from behind her. Whipping her head around to see Peyton Sawyer, Brooke waved politely. The blonde waved back with a small smile before continuing her phone conversation. "Yeah, yeah, I'll be back soon. I just have to pick Jenny up from Luke's place."
Brooke's ears instantly perked up. There weren't many people named Luke at Tree Hill High. She tried not to look so obvious as she slowly put her stuff in the backseat in order to prolong her eavesdropping session.
"She'll probably stay asleep the whole ride back. Hopefully we can relax a little…"
The driver's door shut and Peyton was now out of earshot. Brooke wasn't exactly sure what the hell that was all about. But her instinct was telling her that Lucas Scott was somehow involved. She just didn't know who the hell this Jenny girl was. Brooke tried to rack her brain, but was failing miserably. And before she knew what she was doing, she found herself trailing a safe distance behind Peyton Sawyer. Maybe Jenny was some drug slut that Lucas was now sleeping with, too fucked up to drive home. Now her blood was boiling. As hypocritical as it was, Brooke didn't want Lucas seeing anyone else.
Brooke kept her stereo low, not trying to attract any more attention to a car that already stood out like a sore thumb. Her temper was rising more and more as Peyton began making turns that led to his apartment. Wait, this was crazy. This was something a paranoid, insecure girlfriend would do. And Brooke was neither paranoid nor his girlfriend. Well, maybe a little paranoid, but that was beside the point.
Suspicions confirmed when Peyton parked in front of his apartment complex, Brooke made sure to park far enough away so she couldn't be seen. Peyton's taillights were still red, steam coming from the exhaust pipe. At least she wasn't going inside. Brooke sunk deeper into her seat as the front door to his building opened and her jaw dropped.
There he was with a fucking blonde toddler on his hip. Her stomach flipped over two or three times and Brooke had to remind herself to breathe. She watched as Lucas handed the little girl over to Peyton, waving goodbye with a dopey grin before heading back into his building.
Now the girl waited. Waited until Peyton drove away. Waited until she was breathing steadily again. It was ironic how she now wished that it had been some slut. Killing the engine and ripping the keys out of the ignition, Brooke walked straight into his building, fuming. She didn't give a fuck how out of place she looked right now, still wearing her barely there uniform. Knuckles pounding on the front door, she heard the TV volume go down from behind the door. "Everything ok, Peyt?"
The boy opened the door and his eyes widened when he saw the girl. She didn't even say 'hello', just pounded on his chest with balled up fists, pushing him back into his apartment. "You have a fucking kid?! A kid! With Peyton fucking Sawyer?!" Tears had glossed her hazel eyes over, her cheeks flared up.
Lucas held up his hands defensively as Brooke continued to slap his torso. "Wait! Brooke-"
"No, Lucas. You do not get to explain yourself to me. You had the ENTIRE summer to tell me you had a kid."
Lucas dove around the brunette and shut his front door. The last thing he needed was to get evicted because of a noise complaint. Here he was thinking he was going to have a quiet night in, but Brooke Davis had to ruin it for him.
"You know what? I was so wrong about you. You're just like the rest of them. You lie and you hide shit from me just to cover your own ass." Brooke grabbed Lucas' arm and spun him towards her, forcing the boy to look at her. "You are just like your father." Her words were laced with venom as she spat them coldly at him.
That was it. That pushed him over the edge. Brooke could see his blue eyes turn a cold steel and she suddenly wished she hadn't said that last statement.
"Enough, Brooke." It scared her how low his tone was. Lucas opened the front door, holding it open for the brunette. "You can leave now, since you don't want an explanation." The girl backed up deeper into his apartment. She wasn't going without a fight.
"Even if we weren't together, I had a right to know, Lucas." Brooke threw her keys on his kitchen counter before putting her hands on her hips defiantly. Lucas was almost expecting her to start tapping her foot as she waited for him to say something.
Sighing to himself, Lucas shut the door once again. "Oh, you had a right? I'm sorry, Princess, I completely forgot that the entire universe revolves around you." The girl didn't care for the sarcasm that laced his words, but she was willing to let it slide. Her eyes trailed after him as he grabbed a beer from his fridge.
"How is it fair to that little girl if her father hides her from the people in his life?" The question stopped him mid sip of his Miller. He placed the bottle down and remained silent, grabbing a red Solo cup with his back turned to the girl. Brooke eyed him curiously, getting frustrated as he avoided her question. "Peyton might want to hide that, but that doesn't mean you couldn't have told me. How would you feel if your existence was some embarrassment to your parents?"
Lucas placed the Solo cup in front of Brooke. The girl eyed it skeptically with a kinked eyebrow. The boy gestured for her to drink the contents. The girl obliged hesitantly and fought the smile that threatened to surface when she realized it was a cranberry and vodka.
"Jenny's not mine. You know how careful I am." He paused, watching Brooke's eyes widen slightly. "Peyton isn't her mother, either. She's Jake's daughter." His tone wasn't angry anymore, he just sounded tired now. "I watch her once in a while to help him out." The boy downed half of his beer in one gulp. "But thanks for having so much faith in me, for comparing me to Dan Scott."
"Luke, I'm sorry. I didn't….I just-" Brooke stumbled over her words and took a sip from the cup. How was it that, again, she looked like the bad guy?
"You just what, Brooke? Jump to conclusions? Assume the worst without giving me a chance to say anything?"
The girl remained silent, squinting sarcastically at the boy before dodging his question by nursing her drink. He surprised her by chuckling to himself as he shook his head.
"I can't say I would have reacted too differently if the roles had been reversed. But really Brooke, can you imagine me with a kid?" His lanky frame leaned back against the counter, his eyes patiently focused on the brunette.
The girl placed her cup down and murmured quietly as she took a step closer to Lucas "I can't believe Jake has a daughter. And actually leaves her with you."
Brooke couldn't believe her ears when the boy actually laughed, genuinely. It felt incredible knowing that he wasn't giving her the ice treatment after falsely accusing him of having a daughter.
"I know, right? But he trusts me and Jenny likes me for some reason- I couldn't tell you why. But she does."
"Well, all the ladies love you, Mr. Scott." Voice raspy, the girl offered a wry smile as the cup in her hands met her lips. The boy looked away as his grin flickered, clearly not wanting to fall under her spell at the moment. He knew it wasn't intentional, but it was nearly goddamn impossible for him to resist Brooke Davis.
"I don't know if I'd go that far. There are a few who don't see it that way."
Sighing audibly, Brooke placed her drink down on his counter. She needed to watch herself now. She couldn't play games or shamelessly flirt with him anymore. She had to consider his emotions, and hers for that matter. "I meant what I said today. I miss you, Lucas."
How the hell was he supposed to react to that? Was he supposed to tell her he missed her too and that he hadn't been with anyone after her? If that what she wanted to hear, Lucas Scott wasn't about to give it to her. His calm demeanor instantly changed and he stood up straight from his slouch as he felt his temper rising again. "What was I to you, anyway? Someone to just pass the time until your boyfriend came back? Something convenient? Something different?"
The boy was pacing the parameter of his kitchen now, his hands running through his hair. "You come in here, after following Peyton, hit me, scream at me and then you expect me to tell you how much I miss you? Are you fucking kidding me, Brooke?" Downing the rest of his beer, he slammed the empty on the cheap counter before grabbing another. "You picked him. After that night- the night I wished would never end. After I finally felt some sense of normalcy about us. After I could see us actually being together without it being some big fucking secret." The boy calmed down slightly and twisted the cap off the bottle. It was obvious he needed to get this off his chest. "You chose him and you didn't have the balls to tell me why." It really was the least she could.
There were tears in her eyes again. The boy couldn't and wouldn't feel bad for it either. She had fucked him over, and that wasn't something she could easily come back from. "I was never using you. I told you I needed time. And you wanted nothing to do with me."
"Time for what, Brooke?"
"Time to figure out how I felt!" She couldn't hold back the tears anymore as two streamed down her cheeks. "Time to think about how everyone else in my life would react to me leaving my boyfriend of forever and instantly be with someone else. It's different for girls. Guys do that and get praise. Girls get branded whores."
The boys' tense shoulders eased up. He didn't want to see her cry. But before he could interject, the girl wiped her face clean and continued. "I needed time to consider how my parents would react to you. They might not be around much, but they would care if their daughter were dating someone they didn't find worthy. They love Julian and no offense, they'd hate you. I have a hard enough time proving myself to them to begin with."
Lucas Scott pushed all logic aside as he carefully approached the brunette, lifting her chin with his calloused fingertip. "Why do you care so much about what other people think?"
Letting out a dry laugh, Brooke brought her gaze to meet his intense stare. "I'm a Davis. Image is everything. My parents find out you live alone but don't have a job? Come on, Lucas. They aren't stupid. That's why I needed time."
"Do you love him?" It came out quickly, but it was something Lucas needed to know. He backed away and stood opposite of the girl. She looked at her feet on the linoleum tile, a sigh evident in her breath. All Lucas could hear was the sound of passing cars outside for what seemed like an eternity before hazel met cobalt again.
"I imagined Julian and I would make it through college, move to some city, and then be together forever." There was no point in sugarcoating the truth now. "I thought I loved him until I met you, Lucas. If I really loved him, we never would have happened." Brooke sighed again, fighting more tears that were begging to fall. "And I never missed him the way I miss you now."
With a soft smile, Lucas took a swig of his second beer before placing it carefully down beside his stove. "Don't waste your time telling me that, you're already the voice inside my head." He laughed at her quizzical expression as he brushed a strand of hair out of the frame of her face, finally allowing himself to let his walls down. "That means I miss you, too." Lucas Scott missed Brooke Davis more than he would like to admit. "You look phenomenal in that uniform, too, I've been dying to tell you all day."
That was all it took for Brooke to crack a smirk as she swatted at his chest. "Way to ruin the moment, asshole." She pulled herself out of his kitchen and away from him with her drink in hand. Glancing over her shoulder, the girl looked back to see the boy donning his signature grin. "But thanks anyway."
The boy's gaze trailed up her long legs, his tongue glazing over his lower lip when he noticed exactly how short her skirt was. But he had to stop himself. Lust couldn't take over right now. He still wasn't sure where they stood. And to be honest, he was still hurting- even if she had just opened up to him. Lucas trailed after her, taking a seat on his couch as she poked around his excuse of a living room. Brooke was flipping through his record collection. It was obvious she didn't like most of the music he listened to judging from her scrunched nose. "I thought you liked the 'shit I called music'?" Maybe he was patronizing her now, but he couldn't help himself.
The girl rolled her eyes. "Yeah…well, only when I'm in a certain mood." Also known as her 'fuck me now' mood. The boy stood up and shook his head to himself with a small grin. His broad torso now lightly pressing against her back, the boy began going through his collection. Chills shot up the girl's spine as his warm breath hit her skin.
"Really?" He asked, unconvinced. "You don't like any of this?"
Brooke shrugged her shoulders and looked up into his icy blue orbs. "Eh. Not exactly."
Only mildly insulted, Lucas peeled himself away from her with a cocked eyebrow. "Seriously? Aw, come on. This is way better than the shit we're going to have to listen to tomorrow."
Her head instantly whipped around. "You're going?" That was something she didn't see coming. Lucas Scott and homecoming didn't exactly go together. At all. She watched as he shrugged his shoulders with a dopey grin.
"I mean- it's kind of against my will. Anyone who got Saturday detention this week has to volunteer at this bullshit high school ritual."
Amused, Brooke kinked an eyebrow as Lucas began flipping though his vinyl collection. He wasn't offering any more information. Lifting the needle of his record player, he put on something Brooke didn't recognize, something a little mellower than his usual shit.
"What are you wearing?"
Lucas looked at her quizzically for a moment, not understanding what she was getting at. "Um…what I normally wear on a daily basis?"
This earned him a laugh from the girl, although the boy didn't understand what was so funny. She shook her head and motioned him to follow her into his bedroom.
"No, you're not. As a member of the homecoming committee I can promise you that everyone in the gym tomorrow has to be dressed formally- even the chaperones."
"I'm not renting a tux to work the fucking coat check."
The girl was going through his closet now, not giving him her full attention. With an exasperated sigh, she shook her head to herself. "Tuxes are for prom. But jeans and a t-shirt aren't going to cut it." Lucas groaned, running his hands through his hair before plopping on his bed. "God, don't you have any clothes?" She asked, turning to face him with a small smile.
The boy immediately got up and stood by her side. His rough hands reached back into his closet, rummaging around. He found his only pair of black pants and a white button up shirt.
"Tie?" It was more of a demand than a question.
Sighing again, Lucas grabbed his only tie, which happened to be black. "I'm gonna look like a goddamn waiter."
He had a point. The girl didn't think it'd be a big deal, and Lucas probably didn't care much either. "Well do you have another shirt? Blue would look good with your eyes."
Shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly, Lucas went to go sit back down on his bed. "Nope." He replied, popping the 'p' for extra emphasis. Grinning, the girl sat beside him and playfully ruffled his hair.
"Well then you are going to look like one sexy waiter, Mr. Scott."
With a crooked grin, Lucas suddenly stood up and tried to keep his composure. "Welcome to Tree Hill High, Miss Davis. My name is Lucas and I'll be taking care of you this evening. Is there anything you need at the moment?"
The brunette smiled softly, kinking an eyebrow as her gaze wandered up and down Lucas. She involuntarily bit her bottom lip. "There are a few things I need from you, Lucas. But another drink will do for now."
Hazel met cobalt, and the boy could feel himself slipping under her spell. Again. Lucas wanted to take her, to consume her, to mark his claim on her. He had gone a month and a half without her and he wasn't sure how much longer he could take. The boy couldn't sleep most nights- he'd lay on his back dealing with his indecision to call her just to hear her raspy voice. Images of their summer together would roll over and over again through his head. But every night, the boy found it in him to avoid his phone like the plague.
Lucas shook himself out of it and nodded courteously. "Of course, Miss Davis." He replied, before disappearing from his bedroom.
The girl sighed to herself. She didn't know what the hell she was doing, but when it came him everything just seemed so inevitable. Like there was some sort of fate that had drawn them together. Brooke knew teasing and flirting with Lucas was wrong right now, but why the fuck did it feel so right? The chemistry she shared with the boy was so natural that it scared her.
Homecoming had been a success, much to the girl's amusement. Brooke Davis had worked hard to make sure this night was damn near perfect. And it had been.
Tim had spiked the punch to near perfection. Nathan and the rest of the basketball team had stashed enough flasks in the bathrooms to keep every one happy. Rachel had won the title of Homecoming Queen. And everyone was having a damn good time. And Lucas Scott…..well Lucas Scott was damn near the sexiest boy in the building….even if he was just working the coat check.
As the event was dwindling down to the final fifteen minutes, Brooke peeled away from Julian, almost feeling guilty for leaving him behind, and made her way through the doors of the gym.
Hazel met cobalt, and the boy instantly knew to follow her. With his hands tucked deep into his pocket, he made a lame excuse to use the restroom. Entering an empty classroom, he was shocked to feel tiny arms wrap around his neck.
The boy placed a hand on the small of her back and pulled her close to him.
"Dance with me." It was more of a demand than a question, but he was thrilled to oblige.
"I miss you." the boy stated. "Every day."
"I miss you too, Lucas Scott".
AN: Sorry it's been so long. Anyone still interested? Yes? No? Maybe so?
