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NPOV

When I stepped into Brooke's house I knew something was wrong. First of all, that song "She Fuckin Hates me," was playing yet I could hear Brooke screaming "I fuckin hate you!"

Second, her dad's liquor cabinet in the den was open and there was a bottle missing. I knew because Brooke and I kept count of how many bottles he had so we knew how many we could steal without him noticing.

When I got upstairs and in the doorway of her room, I saw an odd sight. Brooke was standing by her bed ripping clothes into pieces. In a pile on her bed was boxers, t-shirts, wifebeaters, and button downs all ripped up. On the floor in front of her bed was a picture of Lucas ripped up. I recognized it from the one she had on her mirror of her, Luke, and Peyton. Glancing at the mirror I saw the picture with only her and Peyton now. Before I could think anything else a picture frame was hurtled at the wall next to the door, directly by my head. I ducked on instinct and let out a little yelp. I kinda sounded like a girl!

"What the fuck are you doing?" I shouted over the music, walking over to her stereo to turn it down.

"What's it look like? I'm destroying everything of your brother I have!" she laughed, ripping up another shirt.

"What the fuck?"

"Hey, just be glad I didn't stab him in the fucking eye with a god damn pencil because I sure as hell fucking wanted to!" she growled. New Girl is kind of scary when she's angry.

"Why?" I choked out, almost scared of the answer.

"Because you won," she muttered, shrugging her shoulders. Those were the words I didn't want to hear.

"What do you mean I won?"

"I mean, you won the bet. Luke is as big of an asshole as everyone told me he was. He fucked me. You won. End of story," she mumbled, taking a swig out of the bottle from her dad's liquor cabinet.

"I'm gonna fucking murder him," I hissed, turning back for the stairs and running over to my house. I didn't find him inside but spotted him through the back window standing by the pool on the phone. I could see Brooke standing behind me waiting for what I would do.

"Stay here," I demanded as I walked out back.

"You son of a bitch!" I shouted as I walked up to Lucas. He looked at me and just stood there, like he knew why I was about to hit him. And I did. I punched him so hard that he fell backwards into the pool. His phone went with him and is probably ruined now. Good! He deserved that and more!

When he came to the surface he wiped the water from his face and wouldn't look at me as he climbed out. He stood in front of me but was looking behind me.

"Don't look at her you dick, look at me!" I growled as he snapped his eyes back at me.

"What do you want me to say Nate?"

"I want you to tell me what the fuck you were thinking! Are you really that big of an asshole?"

"Maybe I am," he shrugged, "Besides, why do you really care? You're the one that started this whole fucking thing! You won your stupid bet so shut up already!"

"Why do I care? Because this isn't about a fucking bet anymore Lucas! This is about Brooke! And you hurt her."

"Come on Nate! You can't tell me you wouldn't have done the same if you were me! You started this!" he shouted. I knew Brooke heard that.

"Fuck you Luke! I don't give a shit about who started it! But it's over! Stay away from her from now on. Don't talk to her; don't even fucking look at her!" I yelled at him, pushing him again. He fell in the pool again before he could catch himself. Before he had even come up from the water I was already inside pulling Brooke into a hug as tears fell from her eyes.

"Come on let's go back to your house," I whispered as I drug her to the front door.

"No, we can't. Jake is home. If he sees me upset he'll know Luke had something to do with it. I don't want him to know!" she protested.

"Alright, let's go over to Peyton's. We can lay low over there for a while," I suggested. She agreed and waited by my car for me while I ran upstairs to get my keys.

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BPOV

"Are you okay?" Nathan asked me as we headed over to Peyton's house. I looked at him like he is an idiot.

"Did you really just ask me that?" Seriously, does he really think I'm okay?

"What? I'm not good with dealing with girls being upset! When Peyton gets pissed or something I usually just leave the room!"

"Maybe that's why she always breaks up with you! You're an insensitive ass!"

"Hey! Just because my brother's a dick doesn't mean I am!" he defended. I threw him a look.

"Okay, well maybe I am a dick sometimes! But my brother is way worse! I'm sorry New Girl," he said quietly.

"Thanks Pretty Boy. But can we just get to Peyton's and get drunk? I don't wanna think about him right now."

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ONE WEEK LATER:

This last week has been crazy. After getting hammered drunk at Peyton's house that day I ended up passing out in her bed with her and Nate. Thank God they were too drunk to think about sex! Nate took me home the next day. We were supposed to go to school but Nate and I skipped, lounging in my room all day hanging out. Jake got pissed but whatever. I wasn't ready to see Lucas yet. The next few days at school were awkward. Jake, Haley, and Peyton knew something had happened between me and Luke but didn't know exactly what. And we didn't tell them. Luke still acted normal with them but kept his distance from Nathan and I. Lunch was the most awkward part of our days. Jake, Haley, and Peyton tried to carry on conversations involving the three of us. I wouldn't even look at Lucas and he wouldn't look at me. Peyton and Haley decided not to throw a party this weekend, wanting to take it easy and just hang out with their boyfriends. Great, that leaves me alone.

Once again our parents were out of town and Jake was staying at Haley's tonight so I was home alone. I couldn't even call Nate for some company. He was staying with Peyton. I vegged out that night by myself, lugging Cheetos, Diet Cokes, chocolate chip cookies, and Ben and Jerry's Cake Batter ice cream up to my room, locking the door behind me and putting sappy old movies on that I knew would make me cry. I know it sounds pathetic but right now I needed a good cry. After I finished off two Diet Cokes, half a bag of Cheetos, and half a pint of the ice cream, I ended up passing out while Steel Magnolias was playing on the screen. I woke up to the sound of my window opening. Not even bothering to get scared, I just rolled my eyes and sat up, knowing who it was. Only one person ever climbed through my window.

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LPOV

This last week has been shit. Nathan hasn't talked to me unless he's forced to. Brooke won't even look at me. And Jake, Haley, and Peyton are totally fucking clueless. I know I'm an asshole for what I did. I know I shouldn't have done what I did. I knew it at the time that I shouldn't have. But when a girl that is pretty much the girl of your dreams is standing in front of you, naked, telling you to fuck her, what would you have done?

All I knew was I couldn't take not talking to her anymore. My life has become routine in a way. There were certain things that happened everyday that I was used to. I woke up almost every day to Brooke next to me. I went through my days with her always close to me. And I went to sleep every night with her at my side, either in my bed or in hers. I've gotten used to her sleeping next to me that I haven't been able to sleep well this last week. I can't take it anymore. I need sleep. I'm going over there.

When I climbed in her window I saw an old movie playing on her TV, a shitload of junk food on the floor by her bed, and her sitting up in the bed with a scowl on her face.

"Brooke," I mumbled, not moving from my spot by the window.

"What are you doing here?" she shrieked, picking up a spoon from her nightstand and throwing it at my head. I ducked just in time for it to fly out the window behind me.

"Don't throw shit at me! I just wanna talk to you for a minute!" I shouted, coming closer to the bed.

"No! Get the fuck out!" she shouted back at me.

"Quit yelling! Just gimme a few minutes!" I pleaded, sitting at the foot of her bed.

"Fine. You have five minutes. Then get out!" she said, leaning back against the headboard of her bed.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

"What? Can't hear you over here!" she said loudly, causing me to roll my eyes. She heard me. I wasn't that quiet.

"I said I'm sorry. And you heard me! Look, I'm a dick. I know it. I shouldn't have fucked you like I did. I tried to say no but apparently I'm ruled only by my penis!" I explained. Even though I could tell she didn't want to, she cracked a small smile. I knew from that moment that I had her. It might take me a while but she will forgive me.

"You are a dick."

"I know that. I'm sorry. Look, Brooke, you've got me all fucked up right now. I can't sleep, I can hardly eat, I can't even think straight! I don't know what the fuck is going on. I've always been that guy to not give a shit about anyone else besides Nate, Peyton, and Haley. And sex. I always cared about sex. But now, you've got me not even caring about anyone but you; I'm basically practicing abstinence, I even told Bevin and Theresa no twice this last week when they propositioned me! You've got me turning down sex! I don't know what it is but there's something about you I can't resist. I've tried to leave you alone this last week and give you space but I can't do it anymore! I can't be away from you."

Okay so I'm pretty sure I'm acting like a fucking woman now. But there is always something to be said for grand gestures; right?

"Luke, are you really giving me a heartfelt speech and expecting me to believe it?" she asked me.

"Yes! I do expect you to believe it because it's true! Dammit Brooke, how many other ways do you need me to tell you I'm falling in fucking love with you?" I yelled, standing up at the foot of her bed and throwing my arms up in the air.

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