Okay so the response to MINE was good which means because I'm a softy with a problem with saying no and it's a holiday in the states here is the Prologue. I decided to make this a four shot. This chapter is in Brooke's POV. The next isn't exactly thought of and it might take a while but it part will probably be third person after this or maybe not I haven't decided. All I can say is that I am so wishy washy that I may even decided to continue it at a later time so foreworn to put it on alert at least. So For those who asked for it I felt it only fair to give you a super long chapter so here it is guys. ENJOY! (I own nothing as usual)
"Waiting around for what you want never works out. You have to go out and get it. Otherwise you'll always be waiting."
-Alyse
I fucking hate these kinds of parties. All the people around here do is drink, fuck and drink some more. It's sad really. All these lost souls desperate to make a connection when all they do is dig themselves deeper into a hole they'll never get out of. Funny thing is most of them won't want to. I know how the game is played, I enjoy it at times. That's why I'm at this party wearing this red romper with black stripes (vertical of course) and my black peep toe pumps that strap around my ankle. These sons of bitches hurt like hell but they make me look hot. I know I can walk into any room here and get the desired attention but I know in the back of my mind it's not what I really want. Back in high school the drunken slut routine played out for me and I had hoped when I came to Duke that I could start over. I really wanted to but somehow a cheerleader is always just that. A cheerleader and nothing more. She's not expected to be deep or philosophical. Just dumb, bitchy and easy. I'm ashamed to admit that I play the part well but with reservations. Those cracks must be showing because as soon as I exit out from the kitchen with a drink I feel someone watching me. Do they know how much I hate what I am becoming yet again? Can they tell I loathe the people that surround me in the sea of repressed morality? I scan the room as I make my way back over to my roommate Rachel and it doesn't take me long to notice him. I've seen him around back at Tree Hill. He looks a lot hotter than I remember though. He's not smiling or frowning or giving off any spectrum of emotion. He's just watching me. It's a little unnerving so it only seems like a good reflex to look away. Damn I need a joint. I was supposed to be quitting but that's easier said than done. I feel like only the stickiest of bud could calm my nerves. I'm sure Rachel has some as usual so I look for her and spot the red head easily. While I walk I still feel those eyes. Those haunting blue eyes that study me. Shouldn't I be afraid? No it's not a creepy vibe I get, more so a vibe that might get me in trouble by the end of the night because if I know myself I know how I gravitate to bad boys. He looks like he defines the title from his tattoos to the way he held his cigarette.
"Rachel I need to get high."
"What else is new skank."
"Not a damn thing so hand it over."
"Hand what over?"
She thinks she's being funny but it only seems to add to my growing hostility. Rachel's not like me. She hates the fake world I live in and lives just outside it's borders and lives free just like I want to.
"Rachel I swear to god-"
"Chill B don't go PMS'n on me. I don't have any but my guy is here" she says as she turns around to give her attention to this guy that looks like a Calvin Klein model. I notice she's not in any hurry.
"Well" I spit out impatiently.
"Well what?"
"Are you gonna go get it?"
"No, what the hell do I look like your drug dealer. Go get it yourself. He's right over there."
She points in the direction of the couches and to my surprise those same blue eyes that had been watching me belong to the same guy that holds the key to my sanity. He's still looking and Rachel waves and then not so subtly pushes me in his direction. She holds up two fingers to let him know she wants two dimes and he nods. He then focuses his attention back on me and then I swear I heard porno music kick in when I saw the way he licked his lips. His eyes were memorizing and the way he walked to me suggested he was no boy but a full on man. Now I would be remiss if I didn't check out the three main things; One- his face which was more than adequate, Two- his shoes which suggest that he would be more than adequate in other areas and then finally, Three- A glance around the room to see who's watching him go. Usually it's the girlfriend if he had one. Somehow these girls have some kind of internal alarm that goes off when their man is approaching me with less than chaste intentions. It's usually a sure fire way to spot if he's attached and crazy girlfriend is a problem I'm not in the mood to deal with tonight. Problem with this time was he had at least five girls watching him like a hawk. Uh oh. He was a bad boy alright. Just my type it seems now. He makes it over to me and slides his hand down my arm as he leans in to my ear. I can barely pay attention to anything because the soft and delicate strokes he' runs up and down my arm sends me into a fog. How the hell can he do that? I just met him. Technically I haven't met him yet but damn if he doesn't already have some kind of power over me. No wonder the five girls, now scowling, are watching his every move. The only thing I caught was when he said 'upstairs'. I feel his fingers interlock with mine and then he leads me away to the stairs that lead to the second floor. Now I'm no virgin but that was quick even for me. It usually takes at least a line or two to get me into the mood but all he had to do was touch me and the lust had to have been obvious. He's only a step ahead of me but he's got a firm grip on my hand as we climb the stairs. He stops at a door that's third on the left and pushes the door open. On the bed inside is a couple who look like they are way too far into things to stop but all he has to do is say one word 'OUT' and the two break apart and look at him surprised with a hint of shame. They scurry around the room to gather clothing and slink out into the hall. He turns to me and that stone face still is unreadable. He backs away from me and shuts the door. I don't know what the hell is wrong with me. I'm standing in this room, with a hot guy and I'm frozen to this spot. I must look so stupid. It's not until I feel a pair of hands rest on my hips that I snap out of my internal chastisement. He moves my hips forward I guess to let me know to walk forward and like a helpless adolescent I do. He guides me over to the bed and spins me around and then says 'sit'. It's right around that time I know I am in trouble. If this guy steps back and starts to strip I know I'll already have him beat before his pants are off and that is so not like me. God Rachel is right, I am a whore. Instead he walks over to a dresser and gets out a box. I assume it's his stash and he's making up my order. I take the moment to take in my surroundings. This party must be his or maybe one of his house mates. He's got the room decorated pretty dark. Black walls; just like the ones I put up. He has a few band posters on the walls, a few pin ups of girls that look like they belong in playboy and then I see something that baffles me. Bad boys don't usually have stuffed animals on their bed. Just as I reach for it he turns back to me. I stroke my hand over the bunny's head and realize it is the softest I've ever felt. My attention is drawn back to him when I hear him let out a laugh as he licks the cigar to finish rolling a blunt. His actions do little to dissuade me from the growing fantasy that started in my head. His eyes are locked on me but instead of the blank face he has a smirk. It's sexy to me when men are cocky for good reason, but only for good reason. He finishes rolling and grabs the two bags from the dresser and heads back over to hand them to me. I notice his finger linger on my hand but then he pulls away. He takes the lighter out of his pocket and soon the smell of the best marijuana I've ever smelled is filtering into the air. He sucked it in making the cherry on the blunt light up and smoke billows from his lips. It's then I notice how incredibly sexy his lips are. I feel like some inexperienced school girl gawking at the boy but man is he nice to look at. My eyes lock back to his when I realize he's been trying to hand the weed to me.
"Thanks."
It's the first words I've spoken to him and he looks at me as I take a huge pull to the head. Not once did I cough. I'm no amateur. It has taken years and plenty of practice but I don't cough no matter how good the weed is. I close my eyes and let the drug do its thing and before I know it my body is falling back on his bed while my legs dangle off the side. He laughs but my eyes stay glued to the ceiling even after I feel the weight shift on the bed and his fingers ease the blunt from my hand. I hate that I want to hear him talk. Most of the time I can't get these assholes to shut up long enough. Most of them are busy talking themselves up. I never paid too much attention to how much silence fills the room if some pompous jack ass isn't talking. I assume his voice is as sexy as the rest of him.
"Here." he says as he passes the blunt back to me.
We sit there sharing the escape till finally he decides to say more than one syllable words.
"So what exactly are you?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean I've been watching you and I can't figure you out."
"Hmph"
"When you first walked in and I saw you I though Prom Queen but you haven't smiled once since you've been here and you definitely don't want to be the center of attention."
I hold the smoke in my lungs as he rambles on because it's obvious he's a talker when he gets high.
"So then I thought you were like the slutty type but I watched you knock back every guy tonight with a scowl on your face."
I'm still laying there and I hand the blunt back to him and I dare to turn my head to look at him. Lucky for me he was too deep into his theory of me to pay me too much attention.
"Then I thought maybe you were a poser but then I saw you with Rachel and Rachel's one of the realest people I've met so that means you have to be at least a little genuine."
"Maybe I'm all of it. Maybe I'm none of it."
I instantly felt the mistake of speaking so close to him because his head leaned in my direction and I swear at that moment I was a goner. The way his eyes look right through me is scary. I have to say something to break the moment or else this guy is going to get it.
"I find it a little odd you haven't asked what my name is." I ask in a flirty tone I didn't mean to do but it happened.
"I'd ask if I wanted to know."
"I thought that since you spent most of the night stalking me you might at least want to know my name."
"I know your name."
"Is that so?"
"Yeah. You are Brooke Davis, ex-head cheerleader and daddies little rich girl with a chip on her shoulder."
I don't know why but what he said pissed me the fuck off. I am so sick and tired of fuckers looking at me and thinking they have the right to judge me. I rose up in a sitting position on the bed and before I had a chance to get off he's slowly brushing my hair away from my neck and then I can feel the hairs on my neck stand up straight when the heat of his breath gets close enough. My eyes involuntary roll back and I want to slap my own self for being so easy. He must think- wait I don't give a shit what he thinks. Do I?"
"Stay."
It's almost like a command. He expects me to just go all girly and giggle and give in. Now even though that's exactly what I want I will NEVER give some guy the satisfaction. I can tell the way he's starting to lean into me that he has expectations.
"You know you want to" he says this time lightly placing his lips on my neck.
Whatever control he had over me was gone in a split second. He's playing me like I am one of those empty headed air heads down stairs who does as she's told. Hell no. Not me. I'm up and on my feet before he knows what's gone down and he catches himself from falling forward. I know one thing right at this moment and that's I need to get out of this room, away from him before that damn charm he's got starts up again.
"Where you going Pretty Girl?"
And there it is. Is it just me or is this getting a little condescending. It could feel like that since I have more than two brain cells and I don't just think with my groin. Most of the time.
"Thanks for the bud handsome but I got to go."
He's off the bed and I know from the look in his eyes he's about to test me. He doesn't really know who I am though. He's got those strong hands reaching out to block my exit and wrap around my waist with the other. His hand is firm on the door frame so I wouldn't be able to open even if I wanted to. He's guiding us back to the bed and I almost want to give in but the rejection is going to be too fun. He's got the bed knocking into the back of my knees and we both go falling back into the bed. He's definitely a pro because as he leans down to kiss me his free hand that isn't bracing on the bed is gradually dropping down from my face and as he nears my breasts I take back control and my hand finds its way over his lips, stopping his advance. He's surprised to see me put on the brakes. That is evident because that naughty hand has stopped its movement too.
"Sorry gorgeous but you haven't earned it yet." I pat him on the jaw and maneuver my way out from under him and make a calculated exit from the room. Could I have slept with him? Hell yeah. Would it have been worth the small piece of pride I would've lost by letting him have his way? More than likely but one thing is for sure and that's this guy has defiantly met his match. The rest of the party went on uneventful with him still eying me wherever I went the rest of the night. Rachel came up to me and decided this party had died down too much for her liking and before I could say a thing he was right there to offer her a solution.
"I got my car if you ladies want to head someplace more…interesting" He said the last part looking me over in a not so subtle way. I guess he feels like he wants to earn it. Too bad I'm not in an 'I want to be chased' mood.
"Yeah Luke that sounds like a fucking great plan. Come on B. I'll race ya' to his car."
"Uhh no thanks. I'm heading back to the apartment party monster you two go ahead. I won't wait up."
With that I'm walking to the door and out of sight before either of them can say another thing. The whole ride home I have the music blasting and I try in vain to purge the blue eyed hottie from my thoughts but somehow it proves to be impossible. As soon as I get back to the house Rachel is already texting me about how much fun his friends are and that I was a total prude for ditching.
Goin' to bed whore!
Whtevr B, ur LAME
I know she may be on the slightly annoyed side that I didn't play partner in crime for her tonight but she'll get over it. My feet were killing me and I knew if he got me alone again I might not be able to deny his advances.
Fuck its morning already. I can hear silence in the apartment and I know Rachel isn't there because by now she'd be whining about the pounding headache she has while she assaults the coffee machine and bangs around in the kitchen looking for the aspirin that is always right in front of her. I decided to get up after a few minutes of trying to coax myself back to sleep. I need coffee and I need it now if I have a chance at getting anything started today. So here goes my plan. I get up. Start coffee. Grab my laundry from the dryer. Get in the shower. Get out and get dressed. Pour my first of three cups of coffee. Then head out into the world. That's as far as I get with the plan because by then someone has called to invite me here, ask me to go there and begged me to do that with them. Not that I mind most of the time but sometimes I wish I could just lay around here and watch some of my favorite movies and pig out on Chinese takeout. One day I'll get the time but until then it's time to get my morning started.
I'm walking out into the living room and the first sign that I'm not alone clears his throat making me almost jump out of my skin.
"What the hell!"
Once my eyes focus I see a familiar pair of blue eyes looking over the back of my couch at me. He's got the super sexy bed head that makes me want to go over and run my finger through it. It's then that I realize that I am in nothing but a pair of Victoria Secret boy short panties and matching bra. Thank god it's matching because he seems to be studying my figure pretty hard right now. I don't easily embarrass but I am so gonna slap the shit out of Rachel for not telling me she brought him home.
"Well good morning Pretty Girl."
His voice is low and filled with what I can only assume is lust but then again it is the morning so he probably sounds like that this early. Damn that's hot.
"Morning to you too."
I turn to the kitchen to continue the coffee plan because at least my bottom half will be blocked by the counter or so I thought. While I put the new filter in to set up I glance up and see he has stood up and is stretching. It's now when I get a really good look at his body. He's shirtless so I see his incredibly sexy back. A man's back is not supposed to look that sexy but it does and so do his arms. I can see a tattoo on his back left shoulder. It's of a world on fire hovering over a hand and there are what I think are angels and devils around it. It's pretty good and done well. He rounds the couch towards me and by now I'm done and about to head back to my room for a shower. I can say without shame I looked him over as he walked over to me. He has some very toned legs and a few more tattoos and when you put it all together you get a way hotter version than what my mind came up with last night. He's got that smirk again which lets me know he caught me. I don't much care though.
"So you sleep like that all the time?"
"Why is that any of your business?"
"I was just thinking that I may want to know about you nocturnal habits."
"Still not a reason to explain why that's any of your business."
"I figure I need to know since I plan on sleeping here more often."
"And why is that? You have a place to sleep."
"I like yours better."
"So what, you plan on crashing on my couch?"
"It's a good plan so far considering I run the possibility of getting greeted like this every morning" He says gesturing to my attire, more like lack thereof.
"I'm going to get in the shower."
"Is that an invitation Pretty Girl? Didn't think I earned it yet."
"You haven't. I was just letting you know so you can unblock the door so I can leave."
"Maybe I don't want you to."
"Maybe I don't care what you want."
"Maybe that's a little selfish. Aren't you supposed to be a little more hospitable since I am a guest."
"No. You are a guest of Rachel's. You might want to go knock on her door for that hospitality." I don't say it mean, rather with a smile on my face and he backs away to let me through. He doesn't leave much room which I think is on purpose because he lets out a little growl when I brush up against him on my way out. I've got to say I've gotten used to his eyes because as I walk away I feel them a little more prominent as I retreat back to my bedroom. I shut the door and I'm about to take everything off to hop in the shower when I hear a knock on the door. I walk over and open it to my blue eyed hottie is smiling now.
"You sure you don't want any company. I'm sure I could more than earn it if you let me."
"I think it's a little too early for that."
"Mornings are the best time for that."
"Why is that?"
"Because if you haven't heard, men can usually wake up and be ready for action."
I hadn't noticed he had reached out and was tracing his finger over the top of my bra till I felt this tingle shoot straight to my core. I am in so much trouble when it comes to him.
"I've heard but I'm not exactly one to care. I like to …experience that when the mood strikes me."
"And when exactly does the mood strike you so I can be sure to be around."
I can't help but laugh. He is a true flirt and I have to say I am enjoying it.
"I'll let you know when it strikes."
I close the door and head to my bathroom and take the hottest shower known to man. After I feel like my skin is clean enough I exit and when I do Rachel busts in my door like she does every morning.
"Hey skank I gotta ask you something."
"Care to shut my door" I ask letting her know I am in no way trying to put on a peep show for our house guest.
"Relax he's in the shower. So what exactly is going on with you two?"
"What do you mean?"
I play dumb because I want to get her back for last night and not warning me this morning. She hates it when there is gossip to be heard and no one wants to spill.
"You know what. I don't think Lucas has ever talked that much since I've known him for the past six months."
"I'm not following rambling slut speak, translate please."
"I mean he pretty much asked me about you for the whole night last night and then I'm pretty sure he volunteered to drive my drunk ass home this morning so he could crash on the couch and see you again. So again I ask what is going on with you two?"
"Nothing but a little innocent flirting."
"Yeah and I guess his offer to treat us to breakfast is a part of that. Hmmmm I wonder what Luke might do for us when you actually put out."
"Who says I'm gonna put out?"
"I know you remember. You haven't had sex in what, a month and now this super-hot guy is all about the Brookie and you look like you are more than willing to drop the panties."
"You are crazy."
"And you're a whore in denial. You wait here. I'm going to go get a peak and see what Luke's working with."
"Rachel don't you dare you perv."
"What he's using my shower and I may happen to wait to hear the water turn off and accidently walk in a few seconds after to see if I left my brush in there."
"Nice plan Rach, real subtle."
"I have a feeling you are only acting like this cause you wish you would've thought of it first."
She bounces out of my room to leave me to get dressed. I love this time of day though. I love my clothes. It takes me only a few minutes to get dressed because I have spent the last year perfecting my closet to my style and preference. Everything looks good on me and I know because I purposely selected every article to accent my body perfectly. Since it's hot outside I settle on my blue tribal chiffon skirt and a plain white halter and my white slim T-Strap wedges. I pick out a red bikini because suddenly I have the urge to go for a swim today and I have no doubt I'll find my way into the water today at some point. When I exit my room I see Rachel and Lucas are already ready to go.
"What's with the bag B?"
"Going swimming today."
"When, I'll go too."
"Not sure yet I just know that at some point today I am hitting some body of water."
"Sounds like a plan ladies. I got the perfect place."
"Who invited you?" I quickly ask as I raise an eyebrow. This guy is persistent.
"I am, Luca would you like to spend the day with me and my somewhat normally non-bitchy friend?"
"Sure Rach. I got nothing else planned."
I know what Rachel is doing. She's trying to get me laid and from the smile she shot me she must've succeeded in getting a peak because she is now walking towards me mouthed 'damn' which only means there was something real nice to see.
"I'll go grab my suit."
Rachel left us in the room and he was back to staring. I couldn't help the scoff as I headed to the door, him close behind. I hate that he can be so close to me and it drives me crazy. On one hand I want him to make a move but at the same time I don't because it will only complicate things in my life. He's not the usual guy I'm attracted to normally. His type is a quite recent development for me. They guys that usual make it in are put together, tan carbon copies of models and a brain the size of a peanut with an ego the size of an elephant. Before I can make it out the door he's got a hold of my arm and spun me around.
"You in a hurry to get away from me?"
"No."
"Sure seems like it. Am I that repulsive" he feigns hurt but I know he is all games.
"Are your feelings hurt Lucas?"
It's the first time I've spoken his name and I can see the amused look on his face.
"Say it again."
"Say what?"
"My name. It sounds so sexy coming from those lips."
He's probably right. I've had guys tell me that my raspy voice is such a turn on. I guess he's no exception.
"Okay…Lucas…we're about to go…Lucas so would you mind…Lucas?" I asked looking down at the hand that still held me in place.
"Mmmm I bet it sounds better like as a moan."
"Probably better but too bad you won't find out."
"What makes you so sure?"
"Because you're not my type."
True most of the time but such a lie right now.
"And I suppose captains of the football teams are?"
"Basketball, not football."
"Well then I guess I am your type."
"How so?"
"I just got drafted for the team. I say drafted because that's the only way I was going to get into this school."
"That makes you apart of the team not captain."
"It's only a matter of time."
"If you say so."
Those damn eyes are starting to get to me. I can feel my knees going weak and I am so glad Rachel decided to come back at this very moment.
"Alright people lets go I am starving."
She usually is on hangover days. I walk out first and then Lucas follows leaving Rachel to lock up.
"Hey this way Pretty Girl" Lucas calls out. I spin around in time to catch the look of amusement on Rachel's face. I shoot him a quick glare and walk over to the car he's propped up against. It's a mustang. Perfect, did he have to have one of those? It's like my all-time fantasy car to have sex in. I know that's a weird fantasy but Rachel started it one night when Haley, Anna and Peyton came over for a girls night. Of course Rach take the topic to sex as always and that was the question; what car would you most want to have sex in. I remember laughing at her and she shot back with something along the lines of she knew I was a backseat kind of girl. Well that was mine. A 67' mustang. My gym teacher back in middle school one. He was super-hot so of course I had a crush and that was the care he had. Why did it have to be a mustang. Rachel moves but not quick enough so I get the backseat. Funny I know. It was best because it would be better for her to be up there but what I didn't take into account was that he'd be able to look at me better in that rear view mirror. He even adjusted it so he could see me better when he got in. Rachel not being oblivious to this decided to take the situation and turn it to her advantage.
"So Brooke I know it's been a month since you had sex..."
I was shocked to say the least. I. Am. Going. To. Kill. Her. Lucas whistles that pity whistle people do when they hear something as tragic as a month long drought but at least mine was by choice. I wanted to be unattainable when I came to Duke and failed miserably but since I was hot and took myself off the market my stock went up even more. Guys were falling all over themselves once someone (Rachel the bitch) rumored that I was trying to be a born again virgin. I would've been mortified if I didn't find the notion laughable. I reach up and grab a handful of Rachel's hair and snatched it, not too hard but enough to make my point.
"Subject change now."
"Ow alright Brookie, enough with the kinky."
I sit back into the seat and catch eyes with Lucas' in the rearview mirror and he winks at me. I physically have to stop myself from blushing and instead turned my attention to the objects padding by my window. Lucas throws the music on and the rest of the ride is nothing but sounds of Kings of Leon. Thank God.
The day was pretty awesome compared to some of my last. We ate and the three of us talked. I mean really talked. Lucas told us about his scholarship, his deadbeat father, his angel of a mother Karen, his surrogate father Uncle Keith and his sweet older sister Haley. Rachel told him about her absentee parents, her party habits, her goal to be the only Gatina woman to graduate college, her love of weed and sex. I surprised myself but actually opening up and talking about my also absentee parents, my cocky but goofy brother Nathan and my love and dancing and designing. Then after we left the diner we went to his friend's house to go swimming. Oddly enough the place was right next door to the place the party was at last night. The place was nice. It was uncharacteristically clean for four boys who lived there.
"Tim you got a sec" Lucas asked as he took him off to the side and Rachel and I went to the back as we were instructed to change. I noticed on our way out that Lucas motioned to me and Tim nodded and raised his hands in defeat. My guess, Tim asked which one was off limits and Lucas told him me. That's usually how it goes. Guy comes back with more than one girl and he gets dibs.
"So I am so going to get your ass back for that little outburst this morning skank."
"Relax Brookie I was just laying the ground work. Plus if you think that was bad just wait till we get out of here."
"Rachel I swear-"
"Ladies shouldn't swear Brookie Cookie."
"I guess I'm okay to swear then."
"Easy. I know Lucas a little. I haven't seen him try with a girl this hard."
"This is what he calls trying?"
"Hey you see what the boy looks like. He doesn't have to try at all but he's trying with you."
"Oh so he flirts and I'm supposed to swoon?"
I ask wanting to know if she's serious. Lucas is a cute guy but I just met him. There is no way he's getting any this soon.
"Look I'm just saying that you two could equally benefit from a certain horizontal activity. Besides your more fun when you've gotten laid."
Rachel left me in that room to think over her words. If I had been paying attention I would've realized she did it on purpose because not ten second go by and Lucas is walking in the door of the bedroom I'm guessing belongs to Tim or one of his roommates and shuts and locks the door. You don't lock the door unless there's something serious about to go down. I wasn't done getting in my suit when he walked in so I jumped a little. I was tying my top on when he spoke.
"You might as well leave it off."
"Excuse me?"
"I said…" he's walking over to me with those hooded eyes that can only mean trouble…or maybe fun, "you might as well leave it off. I'm just going to take it right back off."
I'm kind of frozen where I am, no scratch that I am frozen. I don't know if it's the way he spoke or the way he looked when he took off his T-shirt off revealing that sexy torso of his. He's only a few inches away from me now and it's futile to try and get away at this point. He walks around behind me and I stand there not wanting to move and disrupt this moment that's building. He doesn't touch me, he only reaches for the string I had just finished tying behind my back. He takes the strings in either of his hands as he leans into whisper in my ear. I feel his steady breath on my neck as he speaks low and deliberate.
"I've been wanting to touch you since I saw you at the party."
The most I can do at this very moment is swallow the lump in my throat.
"You gonna let me touch you or are you going to feed me that shit about not earning yet?"
I open my mouth and then…nothing. Where the hell is my comeback? He chuckles softly in my ear like he's won and this time I can't muster enough anger to back away this time. He lifts the bikini top over my head and tosses it on the bed behind us. He takes his hands and puts them on my hips and starts a slow stroke forward to my stomach. He steps closer to me now so my back is flush with his front and I feel it. It can only be described as huge. I feel like I'm getting stabbed in the back with a TV remote it's that hard. His hands are now halfway up my stomach and he stops his advance and starts trailing circles just under my breasts.
"Well I guess if you're not gonna stop me…I'm gonna enjoy myself."
He spins me around so quick I swear it's like my mind didn't comprehend that his mouth had already dove in to put his mouth on my nipple. I was a little embarrassed of the loud moan that spilled out when he did it but by the way he's playing with my breasts I don't think he even cared. His mouth should be insured. It's a fact and the things he can do with it should be written down, published and taught to every man. His arms are circled around me to bring my body closer and he switched breasts effortlessly and devoted his attention to it as his tongue swirled my nipple around is his mouth before lightly sucking on it. I couldn't help but watch as he did this so when his eyes shot up to me I felt like I melted right there in his arms. He's releases my nipple from his lips and he straightens and I feel as his hands bury into my hair and he pulls my face to meet his. The second our lips touch all my resolve is gone. I grasp at his back, trying to find a sufficient place to grab on to because this is going to be one hell of a ride. Now I'm certainly not new to kissing but when his tongue did this flick move in my mouth I almost wanted to cum right then. I was seconds away from pushing him back on the bed when that damn knocking had to interrupt. He didn't seem to care enough to stop. Actually he's backing us up to the bed and falling back bringing me down on top of him. His hands run down my body and grip my ass and just when it felt like he was about to untie my bottoms I sprang up because whoever was at the door was now pounding and not going away. When he goes to reach for me I back away a little and point to the door. He growls and rubs his hands over his face and I giggle and he gives me this look like I'm supposed to be scared. I just kick his leg and give him a little space so he doesn't get any ideas and grabs me.
"What" his tone is obviously annoyed and I feel sorry whoever is on the other side of the door. Sensing the mood was probably over I grab my top and slip it back over my head and re-tie it.
I'm thankful now he didn't untie both strings because then this would take more time.
"What the hell I been out here knocking forever little brother."
"Haley this ain't a good time" he says as she catches me trying to sneak out the window.
I turn to see she's got that same smirk like he does. Must run in the family. I place my finger over my lips hoping she won't give me away because I really need to be able to make a quiet and quick exit.
"Yea well," she pauses and then I guess she decides to take pity on me and keep his attention long enough for me to bolt. She starts talking again as I lift the window slowly. I am so glad we're on the first floor because then I would look even more crazy than I already do escaping out someone's window. I make it out and don't even bother closing it behind me. I make my way around the side of the house and Rachel is lounging on one of the chairs in her green bikini doing a great job of ignoring Tim's advances. She's not even looking at him and she's got her shades on so she's oblivious that I'm there. Perfect. I spot a sizable water gun on the table as I walk up. I guess Tim notices the look on my face so he stays quiet and gets up from the chair to avoid being a bystander of what's about to go down. Without warning I unleash stream after stream of ice cold water on Rachel and she hops up shrieking and cursing and it takes her a second to realize it was me and not Tim that drenched her.
"Brooke Penelope Davis you are dead" she says as she charges me and I just open fire on her again and she starts the screaming again. I know I'm in trouble when the pressure lets up and she catches on. It only takes her a second to almost football tackle me into the pool and I keep a hold of her and bring her down with me. We're too busy splashing around and dunking each other to realize that Lucas and his sister Haley have joined the party now. She sits in the chairs we just abandoned and Lucas joins Tim by the side of the pool who is gawking and probably hoping this turns into one of those dear penthouse letters. Lucas pats him on the back and walks toward the doorbell. I swear for a skinny bitch Rachel is pretty strong. I know she probably had intended to tan first but there was no way she was getting away with what she did. I know she sent Lucas in there after me.
"You psycho whore!"
"Chill out Rach it's only water. Unless you're starting to melt" I know I sound overly dramatic on the last part but at least it gets her laughing.
"So how was it?"
"How was what?"
"How was Hot Scott. Couldn't have been that good if you're already out here."
"We didn't have sex Rach and what are you his pimp. Do I need to pay you for the exchange."
"No need to pay, you said nothing happened."
"I didn't say nothing happened. I said we didn't have sex."
"Well look at you being all slutty. I want details."
"A lady never tells."
"Well then you should be fine to spill."
Just then a group of people walked out.
"Well what do we have here. Hey ladies I'm Jake and I'm single."
I looked at Rachel the same time she looked at me and we both laughed.
"Hey I think I'm a little offended" Jake said jokingly as Lucas came up behind him and grabbed him from behind. "Lucas not in front of company, wouldn't want them to get the wrong idea" he said still laughing as they wrestled for a moment. Rachel and I took the opportunity to get out of the pool in search of refreshments. I needed a drink. Just as the last of the water was dripping away as another guy with spike hair and huge lips came out and could do nothing but stare and Rachel and I. He looked like a sweet kind that was looking at a live wet dream. The two who had been wrestling also stopped and took in the sight of two hot girls exiting the pool dripping wet. I found it funny that this time was like many others. I knew I was hot. I could say that Rachel was hot but us put together was like dynamite. All four boys were now drooling.
"Tongues back in your mouths boys" Haley yelled from her chair at the group of boys.
"What do you have to drink around here" I ask scanning the group but it's obvious Haley's words went unheard because they were all still gawking. Luckily Haley answered.
"Alcoholic or non?"
"Preferably alcoholic."
"Very alcoholic" Rachel added.
"Follow me" Haley said as she got up from her chair and headed inside with Rachel and I following. I caught a glimpse of Lucas as I passed by and saw the 'I am so gonna fuck you later look' he shot me and I simply smiled.
"So do I want to know why you were sneaking out the window on my brother earlier?"
"B tell me you didn't."
"Shut it Rach. Look he cornered me and I took the first opportunity to make a run for it because I'm not ready for the physical thing and it's pretty hard to not get physical with him."
"Why though, my brother is a man whore for sure but most girls don't run when he gets the urge to get laid."
"Well I'm not most girls."
"Although it did take him a second to answer the door" Haley said tapping her chin.
"That's because Brookie here was sampling the merchandise." Rachel bumps my hip and for some strange reason I blush. I mean we're talking to his sister about him and it feels a little weird. Now when Nate and I do it, it doesn't but then again I guess this is what other people feel like when we get a little too detailed.
"Brooke Davis are you blushing?" Rachel just had to be a bitch today.
"Wait Brooke Davis? As in Ravens Cheerleader from back home in Tree Hill? Wow small world." Haley is laughing and I know it's not me but at something she knows. There are too many stupid things I've done in the past four years to zero in on which one she is laughing about so I have to ask.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing bad. I swear it's just….my brother had been obsessed with you since ninth grade."
The shock has hit me. He's known me that long and we never had sex. Back then I loved giving it up to guys that worshipped me and if that hottie out by the pool was one of them how is it we never hooked up?
"I mean Lucas is going to kill me for damaging his rep but back in the day even though he was a bad boy he always had a soft spot for you. We're talking if anyone said anything bad about you Lucas was quick to defend you. Usually by jamming his fist in their face.. I thought it was because you guys were friends but the he fessed up about not really knowing you at all. I use to tease him about being that pathetic but hey you know Lucas or at least you do now."
I am blown away. So my hot stalker has been watching me not just last night but for the past four years? Somehow it didn't come off as pathetic or creepy. It was kind of sweet. Bad boy at heart has a crush on the bitch who ruled the school. Two very different worlds. I guess that's why we never hooked up. Just then Haley picked that moment to change the subject in a hurry.
"So listen he's on his way back in here and he'd be so pissed if he knew I just told you this stuff so as a repay on the window thing just act like I never said it- Hey Luke what's up?"
"Just checking to see what's taking so long. I'm thirsty."
"I'm sorry baby bro did we get a drink order from you."
"No and that was kind of rude."
"Sorry but Brooke and I were just getting acquainted."
He shot his sister a warning look and she just giggled like I did earlier. Apparently that look doesn't scare anybody.
"Well hurry up. Oh and Jake says he invited Chris and some of his friends over."
"WHY?"
"Because he's a friend of his still. Just because you broke up with him doesn't me they have to."
"Well as my brother you're supposed to."
"I never liked the asshole so no need to."
Just then Rachel got a 'text' from someone and excused herself from the room. Haley also got a call and left leaving me and Lucas in the kitchen alone.
"So I'm not sure how to take being ditched earlier."
"I'd start with not taking it personal."
"I thought we were-"
"You thought wrong. So Mr. I'm thirsty what'll it be."
I stand behind the counter to put a little distance between us and decide to play bartender.
"What's the best thing you can make?"
Looking over the bottles of liquor I find a few things but not the ingredients I need to make my famous Brooke Davis. So I settle for a classic.
"Well for my best I don't have all I need so instead how about a Crown and coke?"
"Sounds good as long as you drink one with me."
"You got a deal."
I make the drink easy enough and hand him his as I take mine. I like to make drinks stout but not too stout so I ask a question that only leads to trouble.
"How does it taste?"
"Not as good as you did earlier."
Without missing a beat he had to take it there.
"I was kind of wondering if the rest of you tastes that good."
I knew what he meant. I was a little shocked but judging by the way he did that flick trick in my mouth earlier I shouldn't be. I bet he's real good at it too. Our eyes are locked again and I can't turn away as I take another sip. The doorbell rings again and I hear a few more people in the front of the house making their way to the back. Lucas is still focused on me so when the group of guys entered they had to have noticed the looks he was giving me. A whistle of approval broke my attention from Lucas to the pack of hungry looking wolves that entered the kitchen.
"Nice. Hello beautiful I'm Chris Keller." The spike haired guy said stepping forward. He's smiling like the devil and I have a feeling he's an asshole. Definitely not my type.
"Well hello Chris Keller. I'm not interested."
I took my cup and walked around the counter. I have no idea what possessed me to do it. It was probably the killer look Lucas had on his face when Chris approached me or maybe it was the fact I loved to show assholes up figuring this was the Chris Keller that use to date Lucas' sister. Whatever the reason I rounded the counter and stood real close to Lucas and used my hand to lower his so I could get on my tip toes and kiss him. It was a soft lingering kiss that people give when they want your attention. It took a second for him to cool down because I could feel the way his jaw was clenched. He slowly got into the kiss and I pulled away and let my hand drop down to his and intertwined our fingers and led him outside to the pool. My actions didn't go unnoticed by the guys who were now whistling and cheering Luke on as he swept me up and tossed me over his shoulder. Luckily I'm a pro at not spilling my drink. He walked us over to the hot tub which was kind of out of sight and sat me down on my feet.
"Thanks for the ride."
"My pleasure but if I'm honest I didn't do it with less than noble intentions."
"Aren't those the only intentions you have?"
"Not all the time. Something about you bring is out of me in the worst way."
"Well for that I'm sorry."
"Don't be, not yet anyway."
The last part wasn't flirty, more like sad. I know it's stupid to get involved with a guy like him. Guys that are his kind usually are good for two things; great sex and broken hearts. For some reason though, probably his sisters confession in the kitchen, I decided maybe it's time I break the no sex rule.
"So this hot tub looks real fun, you want to join me Lucas."
"Mmmm I'd love to but there's one rule."
"And that is?"
"Women can only get in if they're topless."
He's testing me again. He probably thinks I won't do it, or maybe he's hoping I will. Either way he's in for it.
"Topless huh? Well we wouldn't want to break any rules."
I turn so my back is to him and I untie the bikini top and toss it to the side. I step into the hot tub and cover my chest with my hands and turn around as I sit down. He's already got his shirt off again and about to get in with me. He's not hesitant at all. He knows what he wants and that is such a turn on.
"Maybe I should've said bottomless too."
"Let's not get greedy. We do have other eyes out here and I'd think you'd want me to be for your eyes only."
"Maybe. So you don't mind them seeing you topless?"
"I'm not ashamed of my body."
"You really shouldn't be."
He closes the distance between us and sit next to me. It's so fast but he pulls me into his lap and I straddle him out of reflex. His eyes are on my lips and he takes his hand and moves it to the back of my neck to brings my lips to his in a crashing motion. It's so hot but not from the steaming water but more from our bodies that are on overdrive. I can't get enough and neither can he it seems because that same hard mass I felt earlier is back and I can't help but grind into it. He releases my lips and trails his down to my neck and it's at that time I feel his other hand release my hip and trail down to my bikini bottom. He pushes it aside with ease and then as if I had been begging him to he slips in a finger and then another. The feeling of his fingers paired with the sucking action on my neck is about to make me explode. His hand has a steady pace and my hips copy his actions as I can already feel I'm about to cum. If he can bring me to the brink this fast with his hands I can only imagine what his mouth or dick could do. I bit down on his shoulder to muffle the impending moans that were trying to escape but luckily it seemed to turn him on more. It didn't take long before I felt that familiar tingle shoot all over my body and my senses went into overload. His shoulder did little to block the now screams of pleasure that left my mouth and now his hand was slowing down and I too came down from my high. The soft kisses he leaving on my neck are slowly making me want more.
"Mmmm Lucas" I let out in a moan.
When he stops I let out a frustrated groan because he removed his hand and replaced my bikini back and leans back.
"I was right it does sound better as a moan."
"You're pretty smug right now aren't you."
"You would be too if your ego just got boosted from a moan like that."
I lean over the side to retrieve my top and replace it and we sit there and talk for a while. It was mostly about what we use to be back in school or what we wanted right at that moment.
Eventually we left together and went back to my place and it took all of five minutes of us walking in the door before I came up with the idea of twenty questions and told him it's the best way to get to know more about a person.
"Okay so you have to promise to answer honestly okay." I say as I sit down a pair of 'Brooke Davis' on the coffee table In front of us. I sit back in the couch next to him as he reaches for his drink.
"I will if you will."
"I will. So to show that hospitality you were on about this morning you can go first."
"Alright. So first question. What makes you smile the most?"
"That's easy. I usually smile when I get to spend time with my brother. He's crazy and wild like me so we pretty much have fun no matter what. My turn. What do you most regret?"
"Not being as open as I could be. I'm pretty shut off from the world so I don't get a chance to show people what kind of a person I really am.
It continued like that for a while till he turned it into a sex thing. Truth be told I'm surprised he waited this long.
"Have you had a sex dream about me?"
"Yes" I answer without a hint of hesitation and I can tell by the smile that creeps on his face what his next questions going to be but he'll have to wait.
"What was with the stuffed animal on your bed?"
"It belongs to my little sister Lily. She left it in my car the last time I went to watch her at my mom's house. My turn. What was the sex dream about in detail?"
"I knew you were going to ask that."
"So answer and truthfully I might add. Your rules."
"Okay, okay. Well It was in your room. It was pretty hot. You started to strip me down and kissing me and then I pushed you back on the bed and ripped your pants off." I saw he was really getting into it so to tease him I rushed the last part. "I sucked you off and we had sex and the I woke up."
"Awww come on you gotta give me more than that"
"Nope, you got detail. So my turn again. What did you think of me back in high school?"
"How did you know we went to school together?"
"Your sister told me."
"What else did she tell you?"
"Hey it was my turn on the question so just answer."
"Okay. I guess I thought you were inaccessible. You were always around people but it wasn't you it was this persona you put out."
"So you saw me being the slutty cheerleader but you thought there was more?"
"Hey not your turn. What else did my sister tell you?"
"Honestly?"
"Yes."
"Swear you won't get mad at her."
He raised an eyebrow and I could tell he was starting to wonder just how embarrassing this was going to get."
"Fine I swear."
"She told me you were obsessed with me back in high school."
"Damn my sister and her big mouth."
"Hey you should be thanking her. If she hadn't said that you wouldn't have had any fun in the hot tub and you wouldn't be sitting here with me right now."
"So the whole stalker thing turns you on. If I had known that I would've fessed up sooner."
"How about we just leave it at that for now since it's my turn again. So tell me if I were to let you do anything you wanted right now, what would it be?"
I know I'm asking for trouble but he' the kind of trouble that is going to feel oh so good but he surprises me.
"My first reaction would be to spread those legs and lick on your clit till you cum…"
I couldn't help the lip bite that followed that. God that was hot. I think I really want him-
"But now that I'm here and we know more about each other I'd say I'd do nothing."
Wait what? What did he just say? Did he just turn me down?
"I like you Brooke. So that's my answer. I'd do nothing but sit here and talk to you."
"But wh-"
"Why do you want me to do something all of a sudden?"
"I guess…I guess it has a lot to with that you see me as something no one else but Rachel does. The way I so badly want to see myself. Pathetic huh?"
"No more pathetic than a guy who has had a crush on a girl for four years and never spoke to her."
"Why didn't you?"
"Scared. I'm not scared of much but I'm scared of you."
"Why?"
"Because I feel things for you past the normal one night stand. Always have."
I'm inching forward was we speak and I can't help it. He's drawing me in and I can't stop. The closer our lips get the more I want him to just reach out and take me.
"Like what?"
"Like when I look at you there's something that starts up in me. It's like a fire that gets me going and the only way it doesn't burn me alive is to look at you. Some kind of way looking at you gets it going but looking at you keeps it in check. I want to watch you to see what you'll do next and every time you don't disappoint."
I'm close but I stay put. I want him to close the rest of the distance but instead he goes on.
"I've seen it when you get excited and I mean really excited about something and not the fake smile you put on. I can tell the difference. I've seen you read something that makes you think and I have to say you look…beautiful when you read or draw or write. I've seen you so deep in thought that not even god himself could break you away."
"Why is it you never talked to me again?"
"We're as different as two people can be. You were supposed to disgust me. Repulse me even but you didn't. You were one of the shiny people and I was dark and damaged."
"Was?"
"We're not in high school anymore so normal rules don't apply anymore."
"So that's why you cornered me in your room."
"You looked at me like I wasn't beneath you like most of your kind do out in the open. Most of the time they look at me like I'm trash but blow my phone up when they get alone and want to get high."
"So how did I look at you?"
"The party yesterday was the first time you looked at me and when you did you looked like you were curious."
"Curious? That's a good word for it."
"I mean it like you wanted to know me. Like you wanted me to know you because you could tell I saw through the act you put on for everyone else. It was like you were begging me to find you, the real you."
I couldn't say anything. The sex that was on my mind suddenly got shoved to the back burner and I didn't want just something physical with him. We clicked.
"So who is the real Brooke Davis?"
"She…is crazy. She's spontaneous and loyal to a fault. You don't cross her because then you might find yourself getting your ass kicked. She doesn't open up very often but when she does it's a gift. She hates to fake it but she does because it's what everyone else wants and she's a people pleaser deep down and she hates it. She wants to be able to be lazy and selfish but she can't. Most of all she's smart. Not just book smart but people smart. She can read you in a few seconds flat and get it right on because that's who she is. She is a rich daddy's girl but she hates it when people call her that."
I wanted to throw that in he knew how much I hated it so he wouldn't do it again and from the look on his face he understands.
"I'm sorry about that by the way."
"Don't be. Most people think I'm only my money and popularity."
"I don't. I want more of you. Tell me more."
So for the next four hours that's what I did. I told him about me and he told me about him. It was the first time in like forever that I didn't feel like I had to have my walls up. Somehow this Lucas guy had managed to get me to drop them in two days flat and he was in. God help me if he ever wants out because right now he is all the way in and I don't want him to go.
So that's the end folks. Keep an eye out for more. Feel free to let me know what you think. I felt kind of off going from two different perspectives so let me know if this was totally sucky. It's got good part but I feel like it's not all that good as a whole. Simon says REVIEW!