Brooke's POV
It's nearly midnight.
The amazing voice of Ane Brun was sifting through the room and into my ears.
Blair Waldorf, one of mine and Haley's best friends was now here. She'd arrived about an hour after I had gotten here. The three of us are pretty much odd shaped puzzle pieces, but together we perfectly fit with each other into one perfect puzzle. No matter what way you throw it, we're puzzles. Mysteries. People who stand out when we're not even trying to. From our interests, to our hair color, right down to the sarcasm, the three of us had lots in common.
The three of us had smoked a bowl and finished off the entire pizza. Now I find myself laying on Haley's bed, my arms sprawled above my head and my gaze directed at the ceiling.
Hales and Blair were in the corner of the room on the computer, checking out people's MySpaces and making fun of a variety of people they came across in our school, from the slutty cheerleaders to the so-called nerds. I didn't have a MySpace like Blair and Haley did. I find websites of the sort pointless.
'A place to make friends'? Oh please. How about you sit go on a city bus and strike up a random conversation with the person sitting next to you? There, you've made a friend. You don't need a fucking website filled with cyber-stalkers and fifty year old perves to make friends.
I sigh and close my eyes, shutting out my best friends laughs and giggles and just focus on the inner darkness of my eyes, thinking. For some reason, I had Julian Baker on my mind.
Maybe I was a bit harsh on the guy, hell, maybe I'm a bit harsh on most guys…but something about Julian was different. I actually felt sort of…bad for going off on him. Maybe it was because he was Haley's brother? Or not. Guh. Feeling remorse for my 'fuck you' attitude is pretty much an uncommon thing, so this feeling of guilt inside my tummy was pretty much annoying the crap out of me. Should I apologize? No! I'm Brooke Davis. Brooke FUCKING Davis. I make no apologies for who I am and how I act, why should I make an exception now, especially for a jock like Julian? All jocks are the same…
"Brooke!" Blair says in between giggles, "Are you sure you don't wanna check out Rodney Prescott's latest pictures? They're fucking ridiculous!"
Hmm, chess nerd Rodney Prescott. Would I really waste my time looking at that guys 'I think I'm so0o0o sexy' pictures? Let's see, I think not.
I shake my head and sit up. "Nah, I think I'll pass. Actually, I'm kinda thirsty. I'm gonna go raid your fridge for a beverage, Hales," I tell Haley.
"Alright, bring me back a bottle of water, would ya? My throat is dry as hell," Haley says.
"Make that two," Blair adds.
I nod my head and rise from the comfy bed. "Sure thing."
Maybe I'll even step outside for a smoke and get some fresh air. I could really use that about now.
I make my way out of the bedroom and take a deep breath as I pass Julian's bedroom, wondering what he may be doing. Not that I give a damn or anything, I'm just…curious? But his door is closed and my throat was burning for something to subside the dryness, so I head on down the stairs and locate the kitchen.
It was a fairly large kitchen, obviously interior decorated by Hales mom. The woman obviously had good taste as far as I could tell. Without looking around too long, I go to the fridge and pull out three bottles of water, while standing there for a moment, feeling the cool feel of the fridge temperature, radiating out of the fridge and onto my skin. I close my eyes and bask in the coolness.
I nearly jumped out of my skin when I hear, "Well well, if it isn't the sassy one," unexpectedly behind my back.
"Shit!" I say out loud, almost dropping the water bottles. I turn around and find Julian sitting on a stool by the kitchen's island, taking a bite out of an apple, relishing the fact that he'd just scared me shitless. I wonder how long he's been sitting there.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I dumbly ask in a frightened rush, still reeling from the shock.
"Well, I do live here," Julian responds, "and anyways, maybe you should tell me why I'm here, since you know all about me and everything," he says, quoting me from earlier, in a slightly amused tone.
I close my eyes for a second and feel that guilt again. It washed over me and for some reason, I actually had an apology at the tip of my tongue. AN APOLOGY!
I close the fridge and respond, "I meant, what the hell are you doing sneaking up on a poor defenseless girl like myself," in a snarky tone. I've come to the conclusion that I am very fluent in speaking snark.
I walk over to the island and slowly make my way towards Julian, placing the bottles of water a few feet away from him, and I take a seat on the stool next to him.
Julian just stares at me and chuckles, showing off a grin that makes me want to stop acting like a bitch to this beautiful boy. Did I just call him a 'beautiful boy'? I must be loosing my god damn mind.
"Oh, you don't look so defenseless to me, and besides, I simply just came in here for an apple, there was no sneaking of the sort," he responds.
"Huh. Right…" I pause. He looks at me, and I look down to the cold water bottles.
"Look Julian, I…" I find myself struggling with myself whether or not I should apologize for earlier, "I'm…"
To say sorry or not…that is the question.
"I'm sorry about that little outburst of mine earlier," I say pathetically and in a softer tone than I had been speaking. Damn it, what was I doing?
"I'm just, kinda in one of those 'fuck guy' type of moods," I tell him.
A devilish raise of Julian's eyebrow made me curious until he said, "Ha, well actually I think if you were in one of those 'fuck guy' type of moods, you and me would be doing something very different than just sitting here," he says, with the sweet sound of seduction seeping through his voice.
Was he implying that I wanted to fuck him? Hearing this innuendo nearly made my panties wet, but knowing it came from a guy who has probably been with half of the school made me feel less horny than this stud was already making me right now. Okay, did I just call him a stud?
Well by definition, a stud is a man that is good at sex, and by the looks of this guy, he is most definitely good at sex. I sure as hell wouldn't kick him outta my bed. But I wouldn't let Julian Baker know that he had such an effect on me, so I let his innuendo slide.
"Very funny," I say, in an expressionless tone. At least I hope it's expressionless and he can't hear the temptation in my voice. I reach for one of the bottles of water and take the top off of it and take a large gulp of it. I find myself to be thirstier than ever.
I can hear Julian's angelic laugh as I enjoy the magical fluid that is sliding down my throat.
"What's so funny, quarterback?" I ask as I place the bottle down on the counter and eye him curiously.
Julian stops laughing but a smile remains on his face. "You," he simply says.
"Me?" I cross my legs getting making myself more comfortable in my seat and raise my eyebrows at the boy.
Julian's POV
I watch her as she slowly and sexily crosses her legs and unconsciously rubs her black fishnets together. I wonder if she even realized how sexy is as she does this. Maybe she does. Maybe she's doing it intentionally just to turn me on. Maybe not. Whatever the reason, it's working. Turning me on, that is.
"Yeah," I say, looking at the beauty intently in the eyes.
"And why is that, Baker boy?" she asks me as she puts her elbow down on the counter and places her chin in her hand. Baker boy. I just love all the nicknames she's given me just in the past five minute that we've been talking. Or bantering, really.
"I dunno," I tell her truthfully. "Just…I dunno." I shake my head as I say this. I really don't know what it is about her. Whether it's her apathetic attitude, the way she responds to everything with sarcasm, other than her sort of genuine apology she attempted earlier, or the way she insults me and doesn't apologize for doing it, again, not counting her apology from earlier. Whatever it was, it made me laugh for some reason.
She raises an eyebrow. "Uh-huh," she says. Without another word, she doesn't push her question.
"Mhm." I mutter. A short silence falls upon us. Not an uncomfortable one or an awkward one either, just a…silence. I don't know why she's still sitting here, when I obviously annoy her. Or maybe I don't. Or maybe I do, but I still don't know why she's sitting here.
"Are one of those for me?" I ask, referring to the bottles of water.
She looks at me and responds, "Now, what do you think?" She obviously already knows that I know the answer to it. No, none of them are for me. Which in my language means, yes, one of them are for me.
She wants to know what I think? I grab her bottle of water, remove the cap and before chugging some water down I say, "I think, this one'sfor me." Then I start chugging away until only half the bottle is full.
When I'm done, Brooke looks at me dumbfounded and gives me an expression that reads 'What. The. Hell?'
"What?" I shrug. "I gotta have something to wash down the apple."
Brooke puffs out an annoyed 'heh' while she rolls her hazel eyes and started to giggle as she looks at my face.
"What?" I ask. What's she laughing at? Did I do something funny? Is she spontaneously laughing at me now as I did to her earlier? Now I'm the one with the 'What. The. Hell?' face.
"You've got some lipstick on you buddy," she tells me amused, motioning to my face.
"Lipstick?" I ask as I instinctively reach up towards my mouth and try and find it. "Why would I have lipstick on my face?" I ask, mainly to myself, but I say it out loud giving Brooke the okay to answer my question.
"Gee I dunno, I mean it's not like you stole my bottle of water that probably had the imprint of my lipstick on the top of the bottle or anything," she says in a wondrous voice.
"Brooke Davis, are you implying that I stole something from you?" I ask, still using my hand to rub my lips, trying to decipher the location of the lipstick.
"I think I am," she replies, followed by a laugh. A genuine laugh. A laugh that sounds as though it's a laugh that is only laughed when in the company of good friends. A laugh that showed her perfect white teeth and small dimples. A laugh that made me slightly weak in the knees and waist deep in satisfaction. I, Julian Baker, made her, Brooke Davis, queen of sarcasm and all things cynical, genuinely laugh.
She sighs while looking at my face, obviously annoyed at how pathetic I must look with her ruby red lipstick somewhere unknown to me on my lips.
She leaps off her stool, which is only two feet away from mine, and says, "Here, let me help you with that." She sounds both genuine and annoyed at the same time, if that makes any sense. Only Brooke could make both being genuine and annoyed make sense.
She then wedges her small body in between my legs. IN BETWEEN MY LEGS. I shit you not. Everything in me wanted to instinctively place my hands on her hips, but a part of me decided against it. And it wasn't my lower region that decided against it. Hell, if my lower region had anything to say about it, I would probably be wedged between her legs right now, if you catch my drift.
My face was at eye level with her boobs. Perfect boobs, as far as I could tell. Perfect, PERFECT boobs, as far as I could tell. I couldn't tear my eyes away. Her hair tickled my chin, as it was long and she was leaning over me slightly, making her long goddess hair come into contact with my chin.
She gripped onto my chin with one of her hands and with the other hand, she licked her thumb, in one of the most fucking sexiest thumb lickings I'd ever seen, and brought it to my lips, gently rubbing the area where I assume I had lipstick on my lips.
At some point in all of this, I had placed my hands firmly on her hips for security and balance, otherwise I straight-up would have fallen outta my seat from the contact of her skin touching mine. She either didn't notice my hands there, or she didn't mind them being there.
She dropped her hand that was holding my chin but continued, with her other hand, rubbing the area on my lips slowly, almost teasing me, her mouth was slightly ajar as she did this. Her steady breathing pace was obviously quickened by the heaving of her breasts moving up and down with every breath she took. Her eyes were peering into mine as she continued stroking the spot on my lips, I stared back at her, unable to look away from her eyes. The intensity of her glare made me feel as though she were raping my eyes of any innocence that they had.
She had her free hand resting on my upper thigh gripping it tightly, almost as if she were inviting my erection to come out and play. Her face was so close to mine that I could feel her hot breath against my face, giving me shivers. Her intoxicating smell was oozing off her skin and going through my nostrils, making me dizzy.
Then, she stops the rubbing on my lips and drops her hand to my other thigh. She slowly leans into me, her eyes never leaving mine. Her red lips are so freaking close to mine that I just want to ravish them with my own lips.
I then feel the smooth skin of her cheek graze my stubble and the cinnamon scent of her shampoo hit my nose and it makes my awaiting boner rise a bit. Just for a second, I think she's going to kiss my cheek, or reach down to my neck and suck on it, or do something involving those bright red lips of hers. I nearly close my eyes from the anticipation as my erection just keeps rising and rising.
She then lifts her hands that were on my thighs and places them onto my shoulders as she continues inching her face closer to my neck.
But then I feel her hot breath once again, but it's not on my neck. It's next to my ear.
"I think I got it all," she slowly whispers into my ear. She then drops her hands from my shoulder, moves her head away from mine, and backs away out of my legs.
I sit there. Stunned. Aroused. Head-Spinning. And she turns around, grabs the three water bottles on the counter. She then turns around and looks at me and says, "You're welcome." And she winks.
She then mischievously grins and walks away without another word, swaying her perfect hips and heading up the stairs, leaving me yearning, alone, and with a boner.
I suddenly feel the need for a cold shower.
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