Brooke sipped on the champagne in her hand as she observed the room. The large ballroom was filled with people, all dressed in gorgeous dresses and expensive suits, they all laughed like they didn't have a care in the world and danced around the room as if their world was complete. Brooke wished she had moments like that, moments of feeling content even if it's just for a short period of time but sadly she didn't think that would happen.

Quinn had been by her side pretty much all night until Clay had to go talk to his boss and asked her to come with him. Quinn said Brooke could tag along but she just chose not to. She didn't want to impose on Clay's work even if he would never think of it like that.

"Goodness," Brooke blew out, sitting her glass down on the table and moving towards the French glass doors that lead to a balcony. She felt like she was suffocating in there, like she didn't fit in and that people would glance at her and know she didn't belong.

Buzzz!

She heard her phone going off in her pocket pulling it out to see a picture mail.

'Sleeping like an angel : ). Hope you are having a great night!'

It was a picture of her sleeping baby with his body curled up in a ball, his bear tucked under his arm and favorite blanket covering his small frame as he snuggled in the bed they were going to share that night. He looked so perfect, so precious and she missed him. She hated that she was not working and not at home with him, it made her feel like the worst mother ever.

"Oh sorry," Brooke spun around to see a tall figure stepping out on the balcony. "I didn't know someone was out here," the voice was deep and husky making her shiver in the cold. Male voices to a point bothered her, not because of some traumatizing thing she had experienced or a bad boyfriend more because when there wasn't a face connected to it, it was almost frightening. All she would think about were the dozens of male voices that call at her, whistle, make rude comments as she dances; they never have a face, she never looks at them but the voices are always clear and the faceless voice bother her. "I just need some air," he took another step, the moon light hitting his body and the voice gained a face.

"It's ok," she said taking him in. His hair was blonde, cut in a business like cut, a gentle smile sat on his thin lips and his long arms had hands shoved in his black pant pockets, and as he shuffled his feet closer to her the light flashed over his eyes presenting crystal blue eyes that had a light in them she wish she had, a light she had lost years ago. "I was just getting some air too."

"Oh," he nodded, moving his feet and planting himself next to her. Close enough to talk but far enough not to feel as if he was invading her personal space. "A little stuffy in there huh?" he bobbed his head towards the room, hands still shoved in his pockets, back leaning against the cement railing.

"Yeah," Brooke nodded, shifting her body to the side so she was facing him, her hip resting against the rail, left foot crossed over her right. "I'm not use to theses parties and it's all a little overwhelming," she admitted, not really sure why she just admitted that to a complete stranger.

"Yeah I agree with you on that one," he nodded, his eyes casting over at her making her gaze drop to the ground. She was gorgeous, he would admit that but there was something so empty about her eyes. They were hazel, had the prettiest honey color draining all around them, her hair tumbled down her shoulders in a small wave and though she had on makeup he liked that it was almost as if none was there, she just seemed completely natural which was refreshing to all the other girls he had talked to that night.

"I don't get this stuff anyway," she waved her hand around. "I mean you throw a party because signed a big deal or you're trying to sign a big deal? Can you imagine all the money spent on something like this?" she asked thinking the money spent on this entire thing was probably more then she made in her entire life and she worked two jobs.

"Well…" he chuckled, scratching his brow. "I might have a small idea," he grinned over at her watching as all the color drained from her face.

"My luck isn't good enough for you not to be the one who threw this right?" she raised a brow with such an innocent look he couldn't help but grin a little more.

"If I say no do I still get to stand here and talk to you?" he questioned, enjoying when she bit her bottom lip, a dimple starting to show a bit.

"I'm sorry," she apologized, completely embarrassed. "I talk without thinking all the time," she told him, feeling so stupid. Why would she complain about a party that she really shouldn't even be at to a guy who clearly looks like he belongs here, she was so stupid.

"That's alright," he laughed finding it all in a way cute.

"I'm sorry," she repeated and his laugh grew more. "My friend Clay always says it's a good thing I'm cute because sometimes I don't think things through."

"Clay?" he raised a brow at her. "You're friends with Clay?"

"Yeah," she nodded. "That's the only reason I came because Quinn, his girlfriend and my best friend, sometimes gets bored at these things, she finds them a little dumb and the women here just so stuck up," she told him and again her eyes widening. "Damn it!" she stomped her foot making him again laugh. "Why do you keep letting me talk?"

"Because it's kind of cute," he admitted watching the blush sweep over her face. "I'm Lucas," he outstretched his hand, hers feeling so small and cold in his large one.

"Brooke," she told him, her first time touching another man without feeling disgusted in a long time. "Tell me you aren't the client Clay is trying to get and I just ruined it?"

"No," he shook his head with a smile, dropping her hand. "Trust me you haven't ruined anything. But even so I'm not a player."

"Oh well what are you then?" she kinked a brow in a way that made him think she was even prettier.

"Well I'm somewhat of a CEO I guess, but own part of the team also," he told her, watching as a nervous breath escaped her.

"Oh," seemed to be the only word that would come out. He was rich, obvious since the place was so large, but hearing him actually give a label to what he was made her stomach drop a little.

"You know Haley right? Quinn's sister?" he asked, quickly wanting to change the subject, he shouldn't have said what he did. That was stupid of him, made him feel like it was a cocky line he told women to pull them in and he saw the look on her face, it was like she thought the same thing.

"Yeah, I have known Quinn for years but I haven't really spoken to Haley in the last year or two," she told him. Haley was only a year younger then Quinn, putting her at twenty one like Brooke, and was probably the definition of amazing. She was always so sweet and kind and never spoke ill of anyone. The last Brooke actually saw Haley was about six months after Easton was born. She came up to New York, her last real trip before going off to Duke and that was about a year and a half ago. She talked to her a couple times, once on Easton's birthday to see how he was and then again at Christmas. Of course they had a few texts back and forth but other than that their friendship has sort of faltered a bit.

"Well she is dating my brother," he told her.

"Nathan?" she asked and he nodded. "Yeah I knew she mentioned him a few times. I mean we never went into detail but she would say oh just hanging with Nathan or going to go see Nathan, so I assumed he was her boyfriend."

"Well you assumed right," he smiled. "They met their freshman year at Duke and have been together ever since. He had to get a tutor and Coach asked Haley being as she normally would help tutor his players and I guess the rest is history," he shrugged.

"That's cool. Well does Nathan play or he own the other half of the team?" she teased watching him let out a nervous laugh.

"No Nate actually plays. Our Grandfather owns the team, well did before he passed away leaving it to our father who when he realized I couldn't play anymore gave me half. This is Nathan's first year and the party is because they just signed him and Clay is his agent. Quinn hooked them up."

"God I have been so out of the loop," she let out a dry laugh. When did she get so caught up in her life she didn't realize Haley was moving here or that Quinn and Clay helped Nathan who was about to sign a million dollar contract? God when did she let her own life take over she stopped asking her best friend how she was? She didn't remember the last conversation with Quinn when she asked how she was, how her and Clay were. Worst best friend award should be put on the shelf never to the worst mother award.

"Do you want to go inside?" his deep voice pulling her out of all her thinking.

"What?" she lifted her head meeting his gaze.

"You look cold," he commented, noticing how she shivered about every ten times since they started talking. "Maybe we could go inside, get a drink or something?"

"Oh," she straightened up. "Sure," she took a step in front of him and walking into the warmer room, his hand placing on her back, guiding her through the crowd and over to get a drink.

"Shut up!" Brooke laughed, slapping Lucas playfully on the arm. It had been about a little over an hour since he had met the quiet brunette and in the time he has spent sitting at a large table towards the back of the room talking and he had enjoyed it.

He would admit Brooke was right earlier when she said that the whole thing was boring, he hated them and he paid for the damn thing. Actually with all the tons of parties he has attended, from when he was younger to now he has never had so much fun.

Brooke was refreshing, she was so different then the girls he met, the girls he has dated because he was rich, because he had power and fame, he didn't want to met girls like that anymore and Brooke seemed just the complete opposite of them all. She didn't seem to care that he was rich or any of that; she just seemed to like talking to him.

"Miss Davis that is not nice," he warned, calling her by the name she told him earlier. It was also weird how in the last two hours of talking he doesn't really know a thing about her other than her name and the fact she wanted to be in fashion but life got in the way. She was mysterious, seemed to be a little closed off and in a way that completely intrigued him.

"Well I'm sorry Mr. Scott but neither is mocking me," she laughed a little more before it finally died down.

"Luke!" the blondes head lifted up from the girl in front of him to see his brother walking towards him.

"Hey Nate what's up?" he adjusted in his chair.

"I have been looking for you everywhere," he told him sounding completely exhausted. It had been a long night; he had talked to about a million people from reporters to teammates, to his coach and men he didn't even know. And on top of all that his brother who had promised to be his way out when he needed had disappeared early in the night leaving him to fend for himself.

"Well we have been here the whole time," he waved his hand at the table, Nathan lifting his brow at his choice of words and the brunette at the table.

"Uh huh," he nodded.

"Oh Nate this is Brooke," he introduced a smile still on his face. "Brooke this is my brother Nathan."

"It's nice to meet you Nathan," she outstretched her hand a dimply smile gracing her face.

"It's nice to meet you too," he gave a confused smile.

"Brooke knows Haley," Lucas told him quickly. "They grew up together and Brooke is actually best friend with Quinn."

"Really?"

"Yup. Luke told me she was moving here," she referred to the conversation that took place earlier. "I know she must be excited."

"Yeah I think she is nervous but I know loves the idea of being closer to Quinn," Nathan seemed to relax a little bit. He would admit at first when he saw a goofy grin on his brother's face and a gorgeous woman by his side he grew a little nervous. His brother's taste hasn't been the greatest in the past, actually his last girlfriend was the worst and he worried if his brother's taste would ever change but if Brooke was close to the James girls then that would definitely relax him.

"Oh I bet Quinn is thrilled! God having Haley here is going to be great, just like high school all over," she grinned truly excited to catch up with the other James girl. She missed Haley and made the decision tonight that she would focus less on her life and everything and remember her friends, remember that Quinn is her best friend and she loves her more than anything and she needed to show her that their friendship was equal and that Quinn could come to her for anything, just like in high school.

"Oh boy that might make me nervous," Nathan chuckled, deciding he might actually like this girl. "But I'm heading home, I've had enough of this handshaking stuff and I told Haley I would call her before it got too late. You coming?" he asked his brother.

"Umm…" he tossed a glance at Brooke who was looking over her should searching the room for Quinn, it being a long time since she had seen her. They shared a few texts earlier, Brooke saying she was fine and talking to someone and Quinn saying she was bored about to kill someone and that was pretty much it. "I think I might stay," Lucas told his brother who chuckled a little.

"Alright man you stay," he tossed a look Brooke then back at his brother. "You enjoy your night," he smirked.

"Oh tell Haley I said hi," Brooke popped back into the conversation.

"I will, it was nice meeting you Brooke," he gave a smile before spinning on his feet and heading towards the coat check.

"Haley did good," she commented, taking a sip of her champagne.

"I'm going to chose to ignore that," Lucas laughed, finishing off his drink. "I think I might have to call it quits on drinking," he squinted his eyes in his drink and sitting it on the table.

"Oh why can't hold your alcohol?" Brooke teased, knowing herself had, had a good amount of champagne that night, making her head a little dizzy.

"Actually I don't drink that often," he confessed sitting the now empty glass down.

"Yeah truth be told I normal stick to water," she too sat her glass down. Alcohol bothered her in a way because she saw how it changed people. How someone so sweet and nice can turn into such a hand grabbing bastard. She was actually surprised how much she drank tonight but she thinks it's more of the boredom, the sitting around all night until she met Lucas and from then on she had been sipping on the same glass.

"So what do you do Brooke?" Lucas leaned back in his chair wanting to know more about the mysterious girl in front of him.

"Uhh…" she nervously picked at her dress shifting a little uncomfortably. "I work at a diner," she told him her partial truth. She did work at a diner during the day, the money was terrible and the tips weren't any better but it was something and she actually did enjoy it.

"Really?"

"Yeah Danni's Diner, I mean its small and family owned but the food isn't that bad," she shrugged embarrassed.

"That's so cool. When I was younger I worked at my mom's café where we grew up. I don't know something about a small family café is so homey feeling," he said something she has said about a million times before. "And I sometimes really miss that."

"Yeah I know what you mean. The city feels so big and crowed that it's nice to have small town feeling."

"Where are you from? I mean originally?"

"Oh a tiny town in Georgia, so small I don't think anyone has ever heard of it," she laughed taking a final sip of her drink. "You?"

"Tree Hill, one of the tiniest in North Carolina," he told her with a small southern accent that made her giggle. "You have the most amazing smile you know that?"

"Oh," she bit her bottom lip, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Thank you."

"Not a problem," he smiled, grabbing onto her gaze and loving the small sparkle he saw until her phone going off interrupted it.

"Oh umm…" she fiddled to look at the idea. "Hey what's up?"

"Hey Brooke where you at? I thought you came outside but I can't find you," Quinn said as Clay got their keys.

"Oh no I'm inside. Are ya'll leaving?" she asked, missing the small disappointed look on the blonde's face next to her.

"Yeah, I have had enough of these plastic barbie dolls. Where you at? I can come back inside and get you."

"Oh no you don't have to I'm coming," Brooke clutched onto her purse on the table. "I'll be out in just a second," she tossed a look up at Lucas as he sat there watching her. "Bye," she hung up sliding her phone in her purse. "I have to go," she frowned a little actually enjoying their time, it had been a long time since she had enjoyed the company of someone who wasn't Quinn or Easton but she really had with Lucas.

"Oh," his tone a little disappointed.

"I'm sorry," she slowly stood up along with him. "I wish I could stay longer, I really enjoyed talking to you."

"I enjoyed talking to you too," he smiled, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Actually you kind of made my night a million times better. If it wasn't for you I would have been stuck hanging out with these people all night," he waved his hand around the room.

"Well glad I could help," she grinned biting her bottom lip. "It was nice meeting you Lucas 'party throwing' Scott," she out stretched her hand.

"Nice meeting you too Brooke 'mystery girl' Davis," he teased taking her hand.

"Well bye," she slowly released his hand and slowly moving towards the door.

"Bye," he waved as she tossed a glance over her shoulder before disappearing in the crowd towards the front door, a smile plastered all over his face.

"So I chalk tonight up as a win," Clay loosened his tie walking into his apartment.

"I would say so," Quinn agreed, slipping off her shoes and tossing them by the door. "What about you B, have an ok night?"

"Yeah," Brooke smiled, sitting down her purse. "Tonight was definitely a good night," she bit her lip thinking about Lucas. Something about him was different; he was so sweet and seemed so real. When he would ask her stuff he seemed like he was really interested in her answer and when he looked at her he really looked at her. "But I'm off to bed," she gave Quinn a hug and Clay a kiss on the cheek.

"Night hun," Clay called as he grabbed a blanket to cover up his sleeping sister.

Walking into the bedroom Brooke leaned against the door frame looking at her sleeping baby, Easton. That was one thing she didn't share with Lucas, actually one of two major things. Not that she was ashamed because she would never be ashamed of Easton but people find out about her son and they seem to run. She never understood it, why it was such a freak out because you hang out with Easton for five minutes and you can't help but fall in love with him. Everyone loved him.

Slipping out of her shoes and dress pulling on some pajamas she climbed up next to her sleeping angel and looked down at him.

"He was probably just bored," she stroked her little boy's hair. "Wasn't too interested, I mean he didn't even ask for my number or anything. I was just one of many girls I'm sure that pass Lucas Scott's time," she frowned a little at the idea. "It's just you and me baby," she pressed a kiss to his head. "Always just me and you," she rested her head on the pillow, knowing like most nights sleep was going to take awhile to come.

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