A/N: So I have been listening to a lot of Lana Del Rey lately, my new favorite girl crush and I have also got lost and bewitched into the world of Christian Grey (kudos to all who know of whom I speak) so my writing may be reflected by these two individuals! Also I mentioned that this was going to be a shorter story compared to my other two...so we dive straight in with this one and some of these events are true but may not be portrayed exactly as I have mentioned them in this chapter ;) I am giving too much of my personal life away but just wanted to let you all understand Brooke's actions and emotions are a reflection of me and Lucas's actions and emotions are a reflection of my ex!

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Chapter 8: Last Night

"And we took too many shots
Think we kissed but I forgot

We went streaking in the park
Skinny dipping in the dark"
"Last Friday Night"-Katy Perry

My head was killing me. I felt like someone took a large, heavy object and beat the shit out of me. My eyes finally opened and I noticed that I was not in my bedroom. To be exact, I was not in a room at all. I was outside and I was surrounded by bodies. My legs were tangled with someone else's and my head was lying against someone else's chest.

Oh shit!

I looked at the legs I was tangled up in and they belonged to Haley. I looked at the person's chest I was laying against and it was Nathan. I let out a sigh of relief and when I sat up I noticed other bodies passed out on the concrete and lawn chairs. Haley was holding a naked Lucas tightly. My eyes went wide.

What the fuck happened last night?

I heard Lucas groan. He opened his eyes and as they adjusted to the bright light of the morning sun and he realized that a passed out Haley in a skimpy bikini held onto Lucas tightly…surely she thinks its Nathan as she begins to slowly grind into Lucas's naked body.

"Uh." Lucas groaned but not in pleasure…

I rolled my eyes and reached for Haley. She grunted and I placed her in Nathan's arms. When I looked back at Lucas, yes, he was definitely naked. He looked up at me and smirked.

"You like what you see mi lady?"

At the mention of mi lady, I got a flash of last night.

I was topless tossing a ping pong ball into a cup and I made my shot!

"Hell yes! Suck on that, Scott! Take it off!" I screamed as Lucas took off his bathing suit.

In all his glory, Lucas Scott was naked in front of me and all the other guests who were just as drunk as I was.

"Are you happy mi lady? You have managed to get me naked just as you wanted."

I realized I was wearing his t-shirt and I was definitely naked underneath it. Oh shit. I was completely…naked.

"What the hell happened last night?" I whispered to him.

Fuck, where the hell is Caleb?

His brow furrowed into a frown and he shook his head.

"You tell me." He ran his hand over his face and got up.

His amazing ass was in my eye sight and I really wanted to reach out and bite it. Hard.

"Put some clothes on." I scoffed and got up myself and made sure the shirt covered me completely.

Several of the basketball players were half naked as well strewn about the lawn. When I walked back inside, Clay and Rachel were wrapped up in themselves on the couch in the sixty-nine position. Rachel was snoring in Clay's crotch as Clay had his arms wrapped tightly around Rachel's thighs as her calves were hugging Clay's neck. Oh this is too perfect.

I found my phone where I knew I left it and took a picture. Blackmail. As I started for the kitchen, I noticed something…or should I say someone. As I neared the sleeping body, I saw the familiar head of wild blonde hair and she wasn't sleeping alone.

WHAT THE FUCK!

She was tangled around Caleb…

What the fuck happened last night? Where the fuck did she come from?

Then as I looked through my phone, I saw that Peyton called me last night around midnight. Then it slowly started coming back to me.

"Hello? Peyton, holy shit! Hey girlie, what? No, look I am really drunk right now! Wait, what? You're in Durham…holy fuck…come over we're having a party! It's pretty wild…just get your skanky, skinny, blonde ass over here and then we can talk."

"Fuck!" I whispered to myself.

I know that Peyton and I have improved on our friendship since what happened between her and Lucas, but things were still strained. I studied the two bodies tangled up in each other and then I remembered what happened.

"You having fun beach boy?" I asked him as I could feel his breath along my neck.

"Hmmm mmm." He nodded.

He was just as drunk as I was and my breath got caught in my throat.

"Oh yeah?" I questioned and he was getting closer to my mouth.

I could feel a particular set of eyes staring at me but I didn't care because the next thing I knew Caleb's lips were on mine and I felt…

There was absolutely no spark at all…as his tongue asked permission to enter my mouth, I nearly cringed…it was like I was kissing Nathan, hell even Clay, weird, disturbing and completely wrong.

When he pulled back, it was like he felt it too.

"Well that was probably the worst kiss ever." He said and I couldn't help but laugh wildly.

"You don't have to tell me. Look you are a great guy, let's just be friends." I smiled to him and I pulled him into a hug.

I happened to catch out the corner of my eye, Lucas glaring at us. I'll let him believe that Caleb and I are pursuing this and not deciding to be friends.

"Let's make this game interesting." Lucas shouts out.

The strippers are having fun with the basketball players and girls that had to be on the cheerleading team for the Bobcats.

"Oh yeah." I challenge him.

"Yeah, naked beer pong. Definitely heat things up around her or at least make them interesting."

Naked beer pong ended up being a success as I got Lucas naked and I remember a little time after that, Peyton showed up.

"Oh shit."

I jumped at his sexy voice echoed behind me sending a shiver down my body. He was close, too close for my liking and we both stared at Peyton and Caleb.

"What is she doing here?" He questioned in a whisper and I pushed him back from me.

"She came to town last night and apparently I invited her over. I'm kind of surprised to not see you under her." I smirked at him and walked back to the kitchen.

"Hey, I'm not the one whose dating you…I mean you made it quite obvious last night you and Caleb were together. It seems Sawyer is back in full swing." He whispered harshly at me.

I turned to face him and threw the only thing I was able to find at him. I threw the plastic penis shaped ice tray at his head. It hit him directly in the middle of his face and I smirked at him stirring the two people on the floor. Lucas was about to retaliate but stopped once she spoke.

"What is going on?"

I looked over the counter at Peyton who sat up clutching her head. When she noticed Caleb next to her, she hurried away from him bumping into Lucas and she quickly ran away from him too and was next to my side.

The air became thick with tension and I was pretty sure that this was the first time Lucas and Peyton have seen each other since graduation.

"Who is that?" She pointed to Caleb who was still passed out on the floor.

Lucas grinned.

"Brooke's boyfriend." He said bitterly and stalked up the stairs. I glowered at him.

"WHAT!" She squeaked and began to apologize and I held my hand up.

"P. Sawyer, you are in the clear." I held my hand up to reassure her she was not repeating the past.

The look of relief washed over her face.

"Thank God, seriously Brooke…I…"

We haven't really talked in some time and there was still a lot that needed to be said especially with Lucas here now too.

"Look we all obviously had a very long night…let's just take the day off…recuperate. Jeez, Peyton, what the hell happened to your face?" I asked as I reached for her eye as it was turning an ugly shade of blue.

"What?" She questioned.

Caleb grabbed his head and winced in pain. Clay and Rachel noticed the position they were in and Clay was about to start something and I cleared my throat to restrain him.

"Oh sorry ladybug, I didn't realize we had company." Clay said and I rolled my eyes at him.

I looked back down at Caleb as he started looking around the room.

"Damn, did I really drink that much last night?" He said as he laid his head back down to the floor.

"I think we all did." I said to him.

Rachel and Clay finally sat up straight.

"Peyton, you have a black eye. Does anyone remember what happened last night? I only remember bits and pieces. Oh my God!" I looked at Rachel's face and she furrowed her brows.

"What?" Rachel said as she turned to Clay.

"Babe! What the hell happened to your face?"

As I looked between Peyton and Rachel and when they saw each other, it was obvious these two got into a fight last night.

"What the fuck happened last night?" Rachel demanded as she was more pissed that her face was bruised and her ego as well.

"I don't know. If it was my guess you were probably the one to start the fight!" Peyton hissed back and just as I would have imagined it last night, the two started for each other.

Clay quickly grabbed Rachel to hold her back as Caleb and I stood in front of Peyton.

"That's enough!" Lucas shouted from the top of the stairs.

He was freshly showered and irritated as he stood in the middle of the five of us.

"Rachel and Peyton fought because Peyton kissed pretty boy over here and Rachel called Peyton a slutty hussy bitchshit…something like that and we all stood back, enjoyed the show and watched! Get the hell over it!" He threw his hands up and brushed past Peyton, me, and Caleb and proceeded to make himself something to eat.

"Okay, if you don't live here, please get out!" I had had enough.

Apparently shit went down last night and Lucas was the only one who remembers it all. Between Clay, Rachel, and I, we managed to get all the people outside out of the house and proceed their own way. Nathan and Haley did not seem fazed by any of the commotion and moved their love fest to the hammock further out in the yard under the shade. I was so envious of them. Once everyone left, Caleb finally got his friends together and he and Peyton exchanged a few words and he kissed me on the cheek and left with his friends.

"I guess I should leave too."

Lucas sat at the island eating his sandwich and rolled his eyes. I glared at him and turned to Peyton.

"I'll call you later Peyton. I promise." I smiled to her and she left right after Rachel and Clay did.

I was standing behind Lucas after I saw Peyton out the door and the one burning question that was eating away at me was did something happen between us? Of course, I refuse to ask that question and give him the satisfaction of enjoying a moment between us that should have never happened to begin with IF it did.

I decided to keep my mouth shut and carry on with my day as well ignoring him. I reached for deli meats and cheese to prepare myself a sandwich. My back was to him and I could feel him watching me.

"Aren't you going to ask?" He said amusingly.

"Ask what exactly?" I said relaxed.

I looked up at him and saw him tense.

"I guess nothing." He finished his chips and walked around the island towards the trashcan.

His body brushed against mine because of the close proximity and another flash crossed my mind.

I was panting. I was naked from the waist up and panting. I have wanted this for too long and I was getting it behind our pool shed with several strangers on the other side. It was a thrill that I've missed for so long and he was the only one who gave it to me.

"Fuck, you taste so good." His tongue caressed my bottom lip and I reached for his bare ass.

I jumped immediately as my eyes nearly popped out of my head, but I made sure he didn't notice my reaction.

"It's nice to know some things will never change." He muttered under his breath as he pounded back up the stairs.

I was about to speak when the phone rang. The only reason we had a land line was in case of emergencies. Who the hell could be calling at nine in the morning? I read the caller ID and it said Grace Memorial. That was the hospital.

"Hello?"

"Hi, this is Doctor Jansen, I need to speak with Lucas Scott. We tried reaching his primary number, but there was no answer."

My heart leapt in my throat and I almost felt I was going to choke on it.

"Yes, one moment please." I placed the phone over my chest and proceeded up the stairs and knocked on his door.

He opened it with force and a small breeze slapped me in the face. My mouth was dropped slightly and he frowned at me.

"What?" He asked.

I shakily held the phone out to him.

"There's a Doctor Jansen on the phone for you." I said quietly and when I mentioned the doctor's name, his face went pale and he quickly grabbed the phone from me and slammed the door in my face.

I was appalled at his behavior. How dare he slam the door in my face? I have had enough of his childish antics. He locked the door and I smirked.

Oh yeah!

I walked through my bedroom and walked through our adjoining bathroom but stopped once I heard him speak.

"No I understand. Yes, I'll be there this afternoon. Dr. Jansen, I appreciate everything you are doing for me, but please don't ever call this number again."

I pushed the door opened and glared at him.

"How dare you Lucas Scott slam a door in my face? I have had enough of your bull shit! You have no right to treat me this way! You arrogant prick!" I really wanted to know what the hell was going on but the moment I saw his face and the dark glint of anger, it only upset me so I decided to lash out at him as opposed to express my concern for him.

"Look go run off to Caleb, I am sure he can lick your wounds and make you feel better!" He tossed the phone onto his bed and turned his back on me.

Like a bull as I saw red, I charged at him. I jumped on his back, wrapped my legs around his waist, and tightened my arms around his neck. I wanted to strangle him, it's what he deserved! He reached his hands to my arms and tried prying me free, but I was like a death trap, nothing was going to set me free.

"Damn it, Brooke!" He hollered and I brought my mouth to his ear.

"Apologize, you bastard!"

He hissed and did the only thing he thought could help him in this situation. He dropped us to his bed, his body crushing mine but I wasn't going to budge.

"Brooke!" He scolded and managed to turn in my arms and he was face to face with me.

Everything became primal in that moment as I freed one of my arms around his neck, grabbed his chin digging my nails into his skin and slammed my lips onto his. As I opened my mouth, his tongue forced its way inside. Everything became animalistic between us. My body was craving, devouring, needing him and his body was aching, pining, begging for mine.

Forgetting that I was completely naked under his tee, he slinked one of his hands under the shirt and managed to slip not one, not two, but THREE FUCKING FINGERS inside of me. I screamed in pain and pleasure. His fingers began to move with a force unlike any other. I moaned in ecstasy, he was the only person who gave me this kind of feeling and I hated him for it. He didn't deserve me, I am not supposed to be in love with someone like him, but it's what my heart, body, and mind wants: him.

As his fingers continued their assault on my lower region and his mouth took control over mine I remembered almost everything from last night.

"Pretty girl, you ready to get naked?" He winked at me with those devilishly blue eyes.

"Aren't you ready to get naked?" I challenged him and he licked his lips.

I teamed with Clay and Rachel teamed with Lucas.

"This just doesn't seem fair. I think it should be boys against girls." Clay said wickedly.

"You do realize that if Rach and I team up, you're going to lose." I said.

"I don't think so." Lucas said so sure of himself.

"Get your sexy ass over here, Gatina." I cooed at her and Rachel glided in the waist high water.

"You boys are going down."

The game got heated. It almost didn't make any sense really; we were all in bathing suits and not much clothing to remove. So the point was since us girl had two pieces of clothing, as we got down to the last few cups, Rachel and I were to remove our tops. Well we had three cups left and I took the plunge and removed my top first. Lucas' eyes nearly popped out of his head and Rachel scolded Clay for staring.

Always remember folks, you can't go up against Rachel and me together and expect to win. Clay and Lucas got naked and went streaking down the street. It was glorious and exhilarating. We continued to drink and I finally started to look for my bathing suit top.

As I was searching for it, I realized that it must have gotten lost along the way and that's when a naked Lucas grabbed me and pulled me behind the pool shed.

"What are you doing?" I chuckled and he became serious.

"I miss you." He said as he brushed the hair from my face.

"Lucas, no, we can't, I'm—" Before I could say anything else, he cut me off with a kiss.

His lips were intoxicating and his hands roamed my body. My hands found his bare ass and squeezed it bringing him closer to me. His hands left my face and moved to my breasts, oh him and those hands. He removed my bathing suit bottoms and I flushed. We were attempting to have sex behind the pool shed with thirty other people on the other side. It was exciting and mind-blowing.

We stopped once we heard the commotion. We pulled back and Lucas growled. He found his shirt and handed it to me. Lucas never cared to walk around naked so we proceeded around the shed and saw Peyton and Rachel going at it. When the fuck did she get here? Jeez, has she been here this whole time?

"You fucking hussy!" Rachel pulled at Peyton's hair.

"Damn it Rachel!" Peyton punched Rachel in the face and everyone gasped.

I went after them but Lucas stopped me.

"We don't want your pretty face getting in the middle of that." He whispered along my ear. Everything hit my center and I became completely wet.

"You fucking bitchshit fucker!" Rachel charged Peyton into the pool.

Everyone started cheering for the other.

I noticed that Nathan and Haley were in their own little world, of course like always.

I wasn't quite sure how the night ended with me being sandwiched in between Nathan and Haley or what may or may not have happened between Peyton and Caleb, but none of that seemed to matter as Lucas's mouth found its way to my wet, needy center.

"Fucking shit!" I breathed out harshly.

His forceful hands gripped my hips.

"Stay still!" He commanded and I sucked my bottom lip in between my teeth to concentrate on holding still for him.

His tongue assaulted my pussy as wet as it was and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. I buried my fingers into his hair and forced him to dive deeper into me. What the hell was I doing? What the hell were we doing? I somehow managed to control myself and I pushed him off of me. He growled at me like a wild animal pissed that another took his meal away. He was a predator and I was his prey.

I reached for the shorts that were on the ground and quickly pulled them on.

"Damn it, Lucas." I said flushed trying to regain myself.

"You started it!" He hissed back at me caressing his chin that was bleeding from my nails earlier.

"If I remember correctly, sir, you started it last night!" I hissed back.

We stood in front of each other glaring at one another. Then the phone call from the doctor came back to me and I became concerned.

"Damn it, Lucas, why is the hospital calling you? You better tell me now because it's easy to do a Google search on Dr. Jansen." I crossed my arms over my chest and his eyes softened and from one moment being a predator, he turned into a helpless creature.

He sat on the bed and held his hand to me. I wasn't sure what he was going to do.

"Don't try anything with me." I said. I can't have him distracting me from what I needed to know.

"Do you want to know or what?" He questioned me with his hand still out waiting for mine.

"Get your ass over here."

I placed my hand in his and he gently pulled me to him.

"You were never supposed to know until I knew for sure what was going to happen." His voice was small and quiet.

"Lucas you're scaring me."

He looked up at me and I saw the innocent boy I knew years ago.

"You know I have HCM…"

"Yes." I held my breath.

"I have a really bad heart, Brooke." He began stroking his fingers along my knuckles.

"Luke?" I said trying to hold back the tears.

"I need a heart transplant."

At first I wasn't sure I heard him right or if I heard him speak at all. I looked into his eyes.

"What?" I questioned again.

He dropped my hand and got up from the bed. He ran his hands through his hair and held his back to me as he spoke again.

"They have given me about six months, Brooke, unless I get a heart transplant."

I felt like I was going to throw up. It all made sense now. His attitude, well that was never going to change, but him trying, wanting to be a better person, a better man, and all the cryptic talk between him and Lana. She knew? How could she have known? Nathan knows too! That son of a bitch has known all along and didn't tell me. I wonder if Haley knows.

He turned to face me and I didn't realize that tears were running down my face.

"Brooke, I—"

I slapped him across the face and brought the hand I just hit him with to my mouth.

Shit!

I ran out of the room and down the stairs. Nathan and Haley were inside now and cleaning up the mess. When they saw me they stopped what they were doing.

"Brooke, honey, what's wrong?" Haley asked me.

"How long have you known?" I demanded of both of them.

Nathan's face fell and Haley looked between us confused.

"What is going on? Brooke what are you talking about?" Haley was becoming scared as I let the tears run freely down my face.

"He told you." Nathan said relieved and frightened.

"Yeah only because he got caught! You son of a bitch! You should have told me!"

"What the hell is going on?" Haley cut in becoming afraid as well.

"Tell her Nate!" I couldn't be here.

I grabbed my keys and even in Lucas's clothes, I got into my car and drove away. I couldn't even say it out loud. Lucas…was dying? No, no this is not happening.

I kept driving and found myself pulling into the beach. I walked out to the sand and lucky for me it was mostly deserted on this cloudy Saturday morning. I sat down close to the waves and closed my eyes. I stretched my legs out and let the small tide glide along my naked calves. Even though I have been so angry at him, so hurt and emotionally abused by him, I can't bear this to happen.

"Lucas…is dying." I brought my head to my hands and started crying.

He has to get a heart transplant. He has too because I lost him once and I can't lose him again.

I am so evil but we're making progress with Lucas! Up next: I am not sure yet going to surprise myself as well! Review away my loves!