Hey guys!! Sorry for the long wait! I've been pretty busy and I haven't been feeling well the past few days. Thank you, reviewers!! 21 reviews! I am so happy more and more people are getting interested.
I would like to give a HUGE thanks to PhotoboothRomance. She really gave me some great pointers in writing and what I should/shouldn't do for this chapter. So thank you!
Also, I started a new story: Our Love Is Like A Rose. It is a Brathan since I ended my previous Brathan story, That Fateful Night. So, if you are interested, feel free to read it!
Anyway, here is Chapter 6. There is Peyton/Brooke, Brooke/Lucas, and Lucas/Nathan interaction. Enjoy!
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"Society is a masked ball, where every one hides his real character, and reveals it by hiding." –Ralph Waldo Emerson
"The optimist sees the rose and not its thorns; the pessimist stares at the thorns, oblivious to the rose." –Kahlil Gibran
"When a relationship dies do we ever really give up the ghost or are we forever haunted by the spirits of relationships past" –Sarah Jessica Parker
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Peyton rushed into Brooke's room, gleeful expression plastered on her face.
"Brooke!! Wake up!! Brooke Penelope Davis, get your fat ass up!!!" she hollered, shaking her best friend repetitively.
Brooke groaned. She had just fallen asleep a mere three hours ago, having had worked on her new collection all night long. Searing pains were shooting through her head.
"Go away, Peyton," she grumbled. "Come back in like six more hours. I'm tired." Brooke didn't like the awfuly cheery Peyton right now. Why couldn't she go back to her broody state?
"Well, you won't be tired after you see what arrived for you!"
Brooke propped her head up, trying to avoid her serious headache. "My new Gucci boots?"
Peyton rolled her eyes. Fuck Gucci boots, this was way juicier! "More like one hundred roses…"
This definitely captured Brooke's attention. "What?!?"
"One hundred perfectly cut red roses and a note, but I didn't read that because I knew someone would bitch," she shot a glare towards the brunette, "so get your fat ass up because I want to know who the heck would spend that much money on you."
"Hey! Many guys would love to spend money on me…" she jumped out of her bed, clad in Victoria's Secret pajamas, and walked towards the door. "Oh, and by the way, I don't have a fat ass!"
Peyton chuckled. "Sure you don't, B."
Upon arriving in the living room, Brooke's breath caught in her throat. It was completely covered with the most magnificent array of red roses. In the center, on the coffee table, laid a small pink envelope. She slowly made her way in that direction, taking in the magnificent smell and astounding scenery.
"Open it already!" Peyton urged.
Brooke snapped her head back. "Hush, fake blonde. That's what I'm doing."
Her slender fingers slowly opened the envelope revealing a short typed message:
Dear Brooke,
I had a fabulous time last night. Sorry I had to cut it short. I would love to see you again sometime, maybe tonight? Call me at (625) 792-6800. See you soon, Pretty Girl.
Love,
Lucas
P.S. Hope you like the roses
Again she was at awe. Lucas Scott had done all this? P.S. Hope you like the roses. Definitely a charmer. He sure knew how to play the game. But then again, he always had…she clearly remembered hearing the news…
Start Flashback- 5 years ago
Famous best seller, Lucas Scott, proposed to long time girlfriend, Madison Sullivan, a model for Burberry, Versace, and Dior. When asked how he proposed, Sullivan responded that Scott had "filled a room up with five hundred roses and numerous candles and had sat in the middle, holding a beautiful princess cut diamond ring."
End Flashback
Brooke smirked to herself, remembering how that ended…
Start Flashback- 3 months after engagement
People magazine raves that the once hot engaged couple, Lucas Scott and Madison Sullivan, are no longer together. Scott broke off the engagement for reasons currently unknown. Both parties refrain from exposing why their fairy tale relationship came to an end…
End Flashback
The magazine might've never figured out why they broke up, but Brooke sure did know why. A friend of her mother's, Daphne Hutchinson, who was a close friend of Madison's, had told her that Lucas had broken off the engagement for no reason what so ever. He was merely bored and wanted a new flavor, she had said. From that moment, Brooke had despised Lucas Scott, although she never showed it. It was people like him who ruined people like Haley's lives. Man-whore.
Peyton's urgent calls brought Brooke out of her thoughts.
"Huh?" the brunette asked.
"I've been calling you for like ten minutes! Geez, and you think I'm out of it….Who's the note from?"
"Lucas Scott."
Peyton's eyes turned into saucers. "Lucas Scott?! Like the same Lucas Scott you were trying to seduce?!"
"Yup," Brooke said nonchalantly. This was a game and she was going to play it to win. Her past reserves about him had to be put on hold if she was going to play it right.
"Oh my God…did you two sleep together?!"
"No! We just talked…made-out…and then he had to leave early because of his brother."
Peyton snatched the note from her friend's hand and scrutinized it, re-reading the words over and over again.
"He wants to meet you tonight?! Oh my god, he wants to meet you tonight!"
"Yes…wow, Peyt, you really are living up to your fake blondeness…" Brooke deadpanned, making her way over to the kitchen phone.
"What are you doing?" Peyton said as she followed her friend along.
"I'm going to call him."
"You're what?! Brooke, please! Think about this! This isn't a simple thing to do…this is Lucas Scott we're talking about. And you're Brooke Davis! If something goes wrong, both your careers could be on the line."
"Peyt, I know what I'm doing, okay? Today is day two. In eight more days, this whole thing will be over. No strings attached. You act as if I'm going to fall in love with the guy."
The blond woman looked up hesitantly. "That's what I'm afraid of."
Brooke jerked her head around, her voice turning deathly low. "I am never ever going to fall in love with an inconsiderate bastard like Lucas Scott. This is a dumb game. The end. Done deal."
And with that, Brooke seized the card from Peyton's hand, grabbed the phone, and stormed into her room, leaving her baffled friend in the middle of the kitchen.
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Lucas sat on a bar stool, reading the newspaper while sipping his coffee, light spilling on him from the surrounding windows.
"Why the fuck is it so bright?!" a pissed off voice cried out.
The blonde man looked up to find his brother standing in front of him with bloodshot eyes and wrinkled clothes, clutching his head.
"Suits you for getting so freakin drunk last night." He went back to reading the sports scores.
Nathan ignored the jibe. "Do you have any Tylenol?"
"Kitchen cabinet."
"Thanks," he grumbled.
Both brothers sat in silence until the brunette, who couldn't stand the eerie awkwardness, broke it.
"I'm sorry."
Lucas stopped drinking and put the newspaper down, obviously surprised. "What?"
"I'm sorry for acting like a total jackass last night and for getting drunk," Nathan admitted while getting himself a cup of coffee too.
"I'm sorry too, little bro. I was pretty harsh last night and I shouldn't have said some of those things."
Nathan took a seat across from Lucas. "So, we good?"
"Yeah, we're good."
"Good. So, did Duke win?"
Lucas laughed. Basketball had always been their civil ground. No matter what, that sport could bring the two brothers back together even from their worst argument.
"Do they ever loose?"
Nathan started laughing, too, but was cut off by the ringing phone.
"Ugh, damn phone! Does it have to be so loud?!"
Lucas' laugher only grew as he picked up the nearby phone.
"Hello? Scott residence."
"Hi, may I please speak to Lucas Scott?"
"This is he."
"Hey Luke. It's Brooke."
A smiled formed on his lips. Guess she got the roses.
"Hey Pretty Girl, how are you?"
"I'm good…and you?"
"I'm great. Did you get my message?"
"I did…and those hundred roses of yours. They were absolutely gorgeous, Luke. Thank you."
"Your welcome. I'm glad you liked them…So, are you free this afternoon?"
He sure did get right to the point. "Yes, I am. Did you have something specific in mind?"
"Yes, I do actually, but it's a surprise. Just wear some comfortable clothes and be ready by four."
He could hear her laughing across the line. "Okay, see you at four."
Lucas hung up the phone with a smile still on his face. His plan was falling into place so perfectly.
"What's with the goofy look?" Nathan asked. "Who was on the phone?"
"Brooke," he responded nonchalantly.
Nathan spit his coffee out all over the counter and stared up, alarmed.
"What?!?! Brooke Davis??"
"Yup."
"What the hell?! Luke, I plead momentary insanity for last night. I wasn't in the right mind when I proposed that bet. You have to be kidding me."
Lucas glanced over at his brother. Nathan must be kidding him. "Umm…what? Nate, no offense man, but you can't just take back a bet. She and I are already going on a date tonight. Anyway, it's just a simple bet. You act as if I'm actually going to fall in love with Brooke Davis. Ha!" Lucas chuckled.
Nathan on the other hand wasn't so sure. "Umm…well…you know you could…―" But he was cut off by the now ticked blonde man.
"No, Nathan, I don't know. Listen up, I am never ever going to fall in love with a conceited ice princess like Brooke Davis who wastes her life partying and sleeping with as many random guys as she can. That is a fact! Try to get that in your drunk head!"
With that, Lucas stormed out of the kitchen and into his bedroom, slamming the door on his way. Nathan shook his head, a bit baffled at his brother's explosion.
Lucas laid down on his bed and took a deep breath….Nathan wouldn't ever know what a true bitch she was….but Lucas sure did know…he remembered it like it was yesterday.
Start Flashback- 5 months ago
Lucas had walked into Cheryl's Café, a small café in Manhattan. As he was making his way to the counter, he heard a commotion to his right so he looked over and to his surprise, Brooke Davis was there screaming at a waiter. Seated across from her was an unknown man, probably her date.
"What the fuck is your problem, bozo?!" she yelled.
"I promise, ma'am, I have no clue what you're talking about," the high-school boy said.
"Oh, yeah, you just accidentally look down my shirt. Fuck this!" She stands up and gives the mystery man a kiss on the cheek. "Jacob, I'll call you later."
Then, she starts making her way to the door, but stops a second and turns around. To Lucas' horror, she dumps the remains of her caramel macchiato onto the waiter's head.
"Asshole," she scorns, before flipping her hair and storming out of the café in her seven hundred dollar Jimmy Choo wedges.
End Flashback
Then later that same day…
Start Flashback
Lucas was attending a movie premier with Nathan. He was having a blast, mingling with his many friends and posing for the camera, but then he had caught sight of her as he went to go get a drink. She was sitting on a high stood with five men surrounding her, all laughing at some joke she proposed. She was obviously flirty and a bit tipsy, and Lucas couldn't be anymore disgusted. Just this morning, she had been with some Jacob guy and now she was whoring it up with five more idiots.
End Flashback
Ever since that day, Lucas has built this conception that Brooke Davis was a snobbish bitch. With her over priced clothes and stuck-up attitude, not to mention her many different guys…she reminded him exactly of the one person who he despised most in the world…the name that he hadn't mentioned in over four years.
Nathan must be joking if he thought that he, Lucas Scott, would fall in love with someone like Brooke. This was just a bet. A simple, plain bet. A bet he was going to win. And to win it, he would have to play the game right. Something he intended to do.
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End of Chapter 6! Next: Brucas' date! (Day 2 Continued)
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