Okay so here is the actual break up. There is some time in between the last one and this one and you won't get a full clue as to what Lucas' about face is about just yet and for being so loyal readers I won't even make you wait long for the next part. Sorry guys but it was time so without further delay enjoy!
MINE
The Break up
I hate my life right now. Lucas Scott is such an asshole. We're barley even broken up and he's already got some cheap piece of ass in his room. God I feel like picking up a brick, chucking it at his precious mustang and slashing the tires. You could say that since we've been together things went from great to good to shit in a few months. I know it has to do with Dan riding his ass but that is no reason for him to become this supreme jackass. I know I shouldn't be all the way mad anymore but he started it. All I said was he was starting to get on my nerves with the daily boozing and smoking. Then he gets his panties in a bunch and goes off the deep end punching walls saying I sounded like Dan. Did I mean to scream at him? Yes. Did I mean to call him a boozy asshole who flirts a little too much? Probably but like I said he started it. Sure I was being a little of a prude on Friday but I wasn't in the mood to be touched let alone fuck him after I caught him looking at some other girl with that look. It's the same look he gives me when he wants some. I knew he was drunk then but what the fuck am I supposed to do. Okay so we go out to this party next door at Tim's and of course it's a pool party so there are plenty of skankily dressed bitches around, which I hate because whenever we fight and he drinks he gets flirty with these skanks and that night was not a good night to throw all that stuff together. I had had enough. I was upstairs in Tim's room getting changed out of my cheer outfit because I started cheering again. He said I was being stupid for getting into that stuff but I told him I liked it. Cheering was fun and sure beat the hell out of waiting around for him to make a serve. So I'm changing into my suit when I saw him out the window. He had that bitch Heather in his lap and his hand was a little too far down on her back and going lower. I had no idea I had that much rage because when I flung that door open I almost took it off the hinges. Unlucky for Tim he was in my way trying to talk to me. I humored him for a split second till I realized this little shit was running interference. Asshole sent his little minion to block me from seeing his little show. Too bad for him I saw it already. I pushed Tim out of my way and made my way to the pool outside. As I walked through the kitchen I saw his friends Julian (whom I had just met) Owen and Jake. Jake must've seen the look on my face and knew nothing good would come of it so he got in my way. I tried to talk as calm as possible but I seriously wanted to take his head off. I had that scheming bastard in my sights.
"Brooke-"
"Get out of my way Jake."
"Come on Brookie-"
"Jakey Get. Out. Of. My. Way"
"B you know your boys drunk and he's just having a little fun see."
Jake pointed to the giggling whore who is all but straddling him and he's so blitzed out he can't tell he's about to get his ass handed to him. Jake turns back to me thinking he's averted a disaster.
"Look he's just talking. I mean it's not like they're making out."
"You might want to look again there Jake because I believe that's his tongue down her throat and what do you know it's not me."
Jake turns to see what I was seeing. I have to say I was beyond pissed at this point.
"Shit."
That was all Jake could get out before I was out that door with a full pitcher of ice water in hand and marching right up to that skeeze and the guy who was about to be my ex in the near damn future. It's like one fluid motion when I swing that pitcher up and the contents go crashing on the hot and bothered couple. The bitch is up first and cursing. Lucas is still sitting and trying to process the cold water and ice now in his lap.
"What the fuck is your problem bitch!" She yells as she tried to get the chunk of ice that was in her top.
Now I know this was not the wisest thing to do but something about her just rubbed me the wrong way. Oh wait I know, it was the way she was rubbing up on my boyfriend. Whatever, but for some reason I find myself gauging if the pitcher in my hand is glass or plastic. Gotta be plastic, too light to be glass. So with that, the pitcher is across her face and she is on the ground. Damn I guess it was glass cause when I throw it away it shatters on the concrete by the pool.
"I warned you to stay away from him bitch!"
Which is true. I caught her sniffing around him the last party and I made sure to corner her in the bathroom later and let her know in no certain terms that I would kick her ass if she went near him again. Guess she thought I was joking. My eyes shoot over to the drunk asshole sitting in the pool chair and I have nothing that I can say because he is so far gone he probably won't even remember this. It's right then I realize I'm done. The guy who said he thought I was rare was making me out to be the average jealous girlfriend and that's something I was not going to be anymore. I was tired of playing defense whenever we went to parties and keeping bitches off my man. So what did I do? I washed my hands of him and so I wouldn't have to repeat myself I made sure to say it to one of his friends. I walk back into the house and see a sea of people with their mouths open. I guess none of them had yet to see Brooke Davis throw down.
"Jake?"
"Yeah B?" Jake said a little hesitant I was about to turn my anger on him.
"Tell him that if he ever talks to me again I will stab him. Make sure he knows I'm serious."
"Brooke don't be like that, you know he's drunk" Owen tries to defend.
"Oh I know, that's why I'm breaking up with him through you because right now I want to go back out there and break his nose and drown that bitch but I think it's best if I leave the premises. Guys, the party was fun. Make sure he doesn't choke on his vomit will ya'."
So that's how I left it. He blows up my phone the next morning asking me why I'm being a bitch and ignoring him. I had guessed he hadn't talked to Jake yet but that's pretty much how the calls went till I'd say around four o'clock in the afternoon on a Saturday. Then it changes to 'baby I'm sorry', 'I didn't mean it I was drunk', or my favorite, 'I love you, I don't even remember it'. Such an ass. He even showed up this morning banging on the door after I sent him a text saying we were through and I didn't miss him anymore. He was up and at the apartment so fast that I didn't even realize he was there till Rachel went out and chewed him out. I almost felt bad for him becuase when Rachel Gatina is pissed at you you know it, the neighbors know it and it's normally only a matter of time before the police know it. I only Almost felt sorry for him. So after that he leaves and Rachel convinces me to leave the confines of the apartment to go out and get drunk, really good and drunk. Too bad I was so fucking heartbroken that no amount of liquor was enough so against my better judgment I went to his house. I knew it was bad because as soon as I walk in I see a banner that said 'CHEER UP LUKE'. Of course these morons throw him a party after we break up. I'd be so pissed if I hadn't wanted to find him right then so I go up the stairs and get to the third door on the right and push it open. What the fuck do you think I see? I see some other bitch pulling her jeans back on and she's got on no shirt then I look over to the bed and he's stretched out on his bed pretty damn satisfied with himself. I wasn't sure he even saw me till I hear him calling my name as I book it down the stair and outside. I catch eyes with Jake and Owen as I leave and they know. They know whatever chance he had is gone because they know exactly what I saw upstairs. I'm outside and thankful for the blast of fresh air. Damn I need to get high and right now. Too bad the bastard I got my weed from is the same guy I'm running from now. Asshole. I make it home in spite of the tears that blurred my vision and Rachel instantly knows it didn't go well so she's ready with the ice cream and spoons stat.
"Rachel I need weed and good weed right now."
"Brookie you know I don't smoke anymore."
"So, that doesn't stop your fingers from dialing and finding me some."
"Fine but you know I'll only call Lucas, he was the only one I got it from."
I think it over for a second but I give and tell her fine as long as she meets him somewhere. He is not allowed there at the apartment. When Rach picks up the phone I hear the ringing on the other end and the line picks up after one ring.
"Rach, hey is Brooke with you?"
"Hey Luke um yeah but she's not really wanting to talk okay so-"
"Rachel put her on the phone."
"No asshole, so look I need a bag."
"It's for her isn't?"
"No I-"
"Dammit Rachel I'm not stupid-"
"That's debatable at this point."
"I know you quit so tell her if she wants it she has to come get it."
"I don't think that's gonna happen Luke."
"What did he say" I ask wanting to know what stupid shit he's on now.
"He said if you want it you have to go get it."
I snatch the phone from her hand and answer his little ultimatum.
"Go fuck yourself you pompous JACKASS."
I hang up before he can say anything else but I know he's fuming. It always pisses him off when I shut down. Only this time he's not sweet talking his way back in. Rachel's phone starts to blow up after that and he fills her voicemail with apology after apology because mine was already full. He even tried that bullshit of 'I didn't sleep with her' like I was going to believe that. I know what I saw. Sure I may not have seen actual penetration but I know the shame sex face when I see it. I expect it to be weeks before I'm ready to face him. I feel so stupid for falling for him right now. I retire back to my room and pretty much cry myself to sleep till Rachel comes in and wakes me up when she lays in the bed with me. She drops a bag in front of me that looks like a quarter and leans back.
"Where'd you find it?"
"Lucas."
"What?"
"He just left a few minutes ago to bring that for you. I told him you were out with Nate so he wouldn't ask to see you. You know for what it's worth I think he's telling the truth about not sleeping with the girl. Just my two cents."
"So that just makes it all better?"
"Only you can say what'll make it all better skank but if you want him I have a feeling he'd wait on you. You just have to figure out if he's what you want. Brooke I haven't seen you as happy about anything as you are about him."
"Too bad he turned out to be like every other guy."
"I'm sorry Brooke. Look I just don't want you to go and do something stupid okay?"
"Thanks Rach."
She leaves me to enjoy my bud. I lean over to my nightstand and take out my small blue pipe and load a bowl and light it up in hopes of helping with the pain. Then it clicks. I shouldn't be surprised. I saw this coming. I guess I just hoped it wouldn't be like this. I have only one idea now and that's to go back to the Brooke I used to be. Pretty, slutty and stupid cheerleader Brooke. That's what they all wanted anyway. I guess that's the stupid thing Rachel was talking about.