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"Jake, you shouldn't have done that," I whimpered as he pressed the shirt to my lip, trying to stop it from bleeding. We were crunched in the backseat of Peyton's car together. Peyton, Nathan, and Haley were standing outside the car giving us a few minutes alone.

"Oh shut up already Sissy. You were in trouble. What else was I supposed to do? Ask him nicely not to rape my sister?" he asked angrily. I still couldn't stop the flow of tears. I'm pretty sure I was still in shock from almost being raped. And I really thought that guy would just end up being someone to have fun with for one night and forget about Lucas.

Lucas…that's a whole nother story! Haley and Peyton had already taken me to the car, but Nate told me what he did. He got Jake away from that guy before the cops came.

"You're fuckin kidding me!" Jake mumbled, staring at something out the window. When I looked up, there was Lucas, handcuffed, being placed into a cop car.

"Luke!" I shouted, trying to get out of the car. Fucking top was up so I couldn't just literally jump out. Successfully climbing out of the car, I took off in the direction of the cop car before I was grabbed around the waist by Nathan.

"New Girl, calm down. We'll follow them to the station and bail him out. It'll be okay; this isn't the first time he's been arrested," Nathan said, chuckling at his last comment. I glared at him before walking over to Peyton, holding my hand out.

"What?" she asked, squinting her eyes at me.

"Gimme his keys."

"Brooke, I dunno if you should be driving right now," she muttered, but still grabbed his keys out of her back pocket, dropping them in my hand.

"Nate, let's go. We gotta go get him," I commanded, walking to Luke's car. Nathan followed me without a word, getting into the passenger seat.

We got to the police station as they were booking Luke. We weren't allowed to see him. Thankfully, the officer we spoke to could see how fucked up I looked and asked if I had anything to do with the fight.

"That asshole Luke beat up tried to rape me!" I said loudly, not wanting to deal with this bullshit. I just wanted to see Lucas.

"Maybe we should talk somewhere in private," he whispered, escorting Nathan and I to an interview room. I then went over the whole night, telling him exactly what that creep did. I left out the part of my brother kicking the guy's ass and Luke stepping in. I couldn't rat my brother out. After I told the officer the whole story, he took pictures of my injuries: split lip, bruise on right cheek, bite mark on neck, ripped shirt, bruises on wrists. He said that was enough evidence to show what the guy had done. He also said it was enough to show that Lucas was acting in my defense. He was going to let him go.

"I need some air," I whispered while we were waiting for Luke to be released. Nathan followed me outside to a bench about ten feet from the door and fished a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, lighting one and handing it to me.

"Thanks," I mumbled, taking a deep drag. About two minutes later, Nathan elbowed me in the side. I whipped my head around to glare at him.

"What the fuck was that for? You fuckin prick, that hurt!" I grumbled. He didn't say anything, just smirked and nodded his head toward the front door of the police station. I glanced up to see Luke standing outside the front door, hands in his pockets, an unsure look on his face.

"Lucas!" I shouted, throwing my cigarette down and running to him. I jumped up and threw my arms around his neck, my legs wrapping around his waist. His hands shot out of his pockets to wrap around me, one hand cradling my waist, holding me up, the other tangling in my hair, pulling me close.

"You don't hate me?" he murmured in my ear, sending shivers up my spine. I leaned back and looked him in the eyes.

"No I don't hate you Golden Boy!" I smiled, "You made sure my brother stays here with me. You saved him….you saved us both."

"Brooke, listen," Lucas said, setting me on my feet, "I know I've fucked up numerous times in the past with you. And I might not be the best guy out there, but please, just give me a chance. I told you last night that you've got me all fucked up, but in a good way. Just let me show you I can be that guy for you."

"Luke, shut up," I snapped. He took a step back, but didn't move his hands from my waist.

"What….Brooke, come on," he stuttered. I couldn't help but laugh at his reaction.

"No, Lucas, I didn't mean it like that. Just…no more heartfelt speeches okay? I don't know if I can handle anymore right now. Just, please, kiss me."

Luke's face lit up like a five year old on Christmas morning when I said that last part. He tightened his hold around my waist as he leaned down to kiss me. My hands snaked their way back up and around his neck, never wanting to let go.

"Aw fuck, is this what we have to put up with now?" we heard Jake ask in playful disgust from behind us. Smiling, I pulled away just long enough to turn around and give my brother the finger before kissing Luke again.