Chapter 2(Davis)
I walked away from her, anger making me step faster. That was the first time we'd been close to each other in a week or so and all she could say was, "Um, hi?"
What the hell? She should've been groveling at my feet, tears pouring down her face. I heard doors slam and I looked back behind myself. I just barely saw Peyton's blond hair as she ducked out of the school. So now she was skipping. That was smart, considering that she'd skipped too much already. I'd noticed that she wasn't in school much these days. If she kept this up she wouldn't graduate…Ugh! Why did I even care? It was her own damn fault. I was about to turn back around when I saw Lucas coming out of the side hallway that Peyton had come from. He looked around for Peyton and saw me instead. So they'd been together?! He put his hands in his pockets and started shuffling towards me with apology written all over his face.
Fat chance! I flicked him a bird and turned back around.
"Brooke, wait!" I heard him yell but he didn't follow me. That was a smart move on his part. I felt like smacking the sad look off his face. Him sad? He was still screwing around with Peyton even after everything that had happened, even after he'd outslutted her.
I remembered when I brought Nikki to that party. She'd been so angry and heck…I'd been drunk and angry. Bad combination. Then she'd started yelling at Peyton and my first reaction had been to defend her. Nikki had just looked at me and said, "Isn't this why you brought me?"
That had shocked me. Is that why I'd brought her to the party? Sure I didn't want Peyton to be happy but I'd brought someone who I knew was pretty unstable to cause trouble for her. Even though Peyton hadn't been especially nice to me, seeing Lucas behind my back and all that, it still felt wrong to me that I'd actually want to see her hurt. Peyton and I'd been through it all together and even though she may seem like the stronger of the two, my role had been the protector, the comforter, and heaven help anyone who would cross my P. Sawyer.
It was an instinct that was really hard to turn off. So when Nikki had pushed Peyton and slapped her, I pretty much felt a rage I didn't know I possessed welling up inside of me. Someone hit Peyton? Someone hurt her? I'd charged in, catching Nikki with a pretty good punch to the side of the face and putting myself in between her and Peyton. Lucas got in the middle too and I could hear him talking but it fell silent compared to my concern for Peyton. I'd cradled her face in my hands and winced at the blood on her lip.
"Are you ok?" Peyton nodded and I saw hope glimmer in her eyes. After Nikki had dropped the bombshell about her and Lucas, I again felt cold fury. Lucas, that dick! I know he'd promised P. Sawyer that he felt something for her and then he went and slept with another girl?! I felt like grabbing him by the arms and screaming, "Hasn't she been through enough? Couldn't you just love her unconditionally and treat her right?"
I didn't though. I'd looked at Peyton with hurt glimmering in every tear cascading down her cheeks. I'd patted her roughly on the shoulder, unsure of my protective feelings in the wake of her betrayal. I'd muttered bye to Haley and then I'd turned my back and walked out. Sure I could've stayed and comforted. Sure I could've gone over Peyton's that night and made up. But why? She had hurt me…not the other way around.
So why did it hurt me so bad to shun her?
Lost in my thoughts I wasn't paying attention to where I was going. Smack! And I ended up on my ass. I'd knocked into someone going at full pissed off walking speed. The second time today! I heard a deep chuckle above me and a tanned hand was held out in front of my face. I looked up. And there was my solution. He was tall, tanned, and beautiful. His black hair was spiked up and his mouth was crooked into a half-grin. I scanned him up and down as he did the same to me. He'll be a perfect distraction. Usually I healed my wounds with guys and booze…well the booze would come later, for sure, but here was the perfect, handsome, Band-Aid if there ever was one.
I slid my hand into his dark, warm one. He caressed the back of it with one rough thumb.
"Damn pretty girl, I got you falling for me already and you don't even know my name yet."
He pulled me up easily and I smiled a half-smile back at him.
I made sure my voice was husky when I replied, "And what is it? Your name?"
He moved closer, "Felix. It's my first time at Tree Hill High but if you're any show of how this school's going to be, I think I'll like it here."
I laid my hand on his muscular forearm, "I'm Brooke and don't worry since it's your first time…" I leaned in so that I could whisper it in his ear, "I'll be real gentle."
I pulled back and smiled as he licked his lips. Yep, he was going to be the perfect Band-Aid.