142Hey guys! Wow…I get 12 reviews in one weekend! Thanks to all of you who reviewed. Since you guys commented so quickly, I decided to update again! Here's Chapter 4. The girl and boys both proposition their respective bets and they have fun at the party. A disclaimer…Haley may come off as a total annoying bitch who you just want to slap in the face and I'm sorry for that. Her character will change later, I promise. She's just in an odd stage of her life. I'm glad that you guys are interested and if you have any suggestions, please feel free to tell me. Enjoy!
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"Some girls get swept up in the lifestyle― clubbing and partying with celebrities. You can't live your life like that, though. It's fake." –Gemma Ward
"Love is like swallowing hot chocolate before it has cooled off. It takes you by surprise at first, but keeps you warm for a long time." –Anonymous
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Casabala was filled with tons of people, all glitzed and glamoured, from famed business billionaires to chic vivacious bartenders. It was one hell of a night. Lucas Scott entered the party with his family at his side. They were instantly greeted by Caitilin Ann Percy, the party host.
"Oh my god! Karen! You look lovely! And Dan! My, my look at you, handsome," she winked at the older man in a way that made both Nathan and Lucas want to puke. "Nathan! Lucas! You guys have grown up so well! I haven't seen you since high school. I heard both of you have done so well with yourselves. Ah! Come in, come in. The party has just started. Oh here, Karen, Dan, let me introduce you to Don Mitchell, one of the new associates for my company." She instantly dragged them away, leaving Lucas and Nathan standing near the bar.
"Let's go get a drink," Lucas suggested.
"What can I get you?" a young raven haired girl asked.
"A beer for each of us please." He turned back around to face his brother as the girl hurried to get his request. "So…Mom's friend was…."
"Totally hitting on Dan?" Nathan said with a disgusted look on his face. "I felt like gagging right there."
"Same here. The sight was….oh screw this, can we get two shots? I need to permanently drown this memory."
"Vodka would be good," Nathan suggested, still utterly repulsed by the fact that someone would actually be turned on by Dan. He picked up his shot and clicked glasses with his brother. "To erasing the past…"
"…and all memories of Dan."
They drank.
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"Ah! Look at it! Peyt, it looks awesome!" Brooke shrieked.
"I know, right?" Peyton said as she looked around at her club. She had done well for herself, starting up this place at a mere age of eighteen, of course with her parents' help.
"I totally agree with Brooke. This place looks amazing. You should be proud of yourself, Peyt," Haley complimented.
"Awe, thanks guys! I love you!"
"We love you too! Group hug!" All three girls embraced one another, not caring that they were probably crushing their luxurious dresses.
As they untangled themselves, they were welcomed by no other than Caitilin Percy.
"Peyton! Brooke!" she exclaimed, totally ignoring Haley, who was scoffing at the side. "You two look just gorgeous! And so does your…friend. Peyton, thank you so much for letting me use this place…it is absolutely marvelous…I still cannot believe you created all this!"
"Thanks, Caitilin. It's really good to see you, too."
"Oh, and Brooke! Sweetheart, you are going to make all the guys drool in that dress of yours. I presume you made it?"
"Yes, I did. Your dress is practically stunning too, Cait. Is it Gucci?"
"One and only. You guys enjoy the party. I'll see you later!" She gave Brooke and Peyton each an air kiss, again totally ignoring a pissed off Haley.
"God, what a bitch!" Haley exclaimed. "I mean, hello? I'm standing right here! No need to totally ignore me."
Brooke and Peyt stifled giggles at their frowning friend. A pissed off Haley was always funny.
"Yes, she did seem out of line…but what can I say? That's Caitilin Percy for you. She's always been a true bitch." Brooke explained.
"Unless you're rich…she always did like my parents…" Peyton started thinking.
Haley needed a drink. She came here for a good night and she was already letting one lady ruin it. She was too stubborn to let that happen. "Let's go get a table…I want something to drink."
The other two followed suit, later ordering three Cosmos.
"To bitchy rich women…" Haley started.
"…looking hot…" Brooke added.
"…and getting laid." Peyton finished.
They drank.
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"Hey, Luke, the bartender is staring at you…she is totally checking you out," Nathan said as he subtly scrutinized the girl behind the counter.
"What?" Lucas looked at him like he was crazy. That girl looked like she was six years younger than him.
"I'm serious…she has that 'I want to fuck his brains out' look on his face. You should totally take her up on that offer."
Lucas rolled his eyes, having had enough of his brother. "Why don't you do it for me? That seems to be the only thing you know how to do these days." After those words came out, though, he instantly regretted it.
"Excuse me?" Nathan looked him straight in the eye, appalled and irate.
"Come on, Nate. I didn't mean it like that."
"Umm…it sure as hell seemed like it! What the fuck is your problem?"
Lucas was now ticked off. "What the fuck is my problem? Hmm…let me see. My brother is acting like a total dick getting drunk and hooking up twenty four seven because he can't seem to move on from his dead girlfriend!" He knew it was low bringing Ali into all this but right now, he didn't give a damn.
"What, you think its easy to fall in love again after your damn girlfriend of five years gets in a car crash and dies the night that you were fucking going to propose to her?!" Word after word, Nathan's voice kept on rising till he was practically screaming in Lucas' face.
Seeing the hurt look on his brother's face, Lucas tried to calm him down. "Nate, man, I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have brought Ali up. I just think that maybe you should try to move on. It's been two years man."
"Are you really that dense? Do you really think it's that easy to fall in love, Lucas?"
"Well, it may be if you actually tried."
"Ha! Fine. If you think it's so easy, I'd love to see you give it a shot."
"Huh?"
"If you think getting someone to love you is so easy, I would love to see you try. I bet that you can't make a girl fall in love with you in ten days."
"Are you seriously betting on this?"
"Yeah, I am. What? Are you suddenly feeling chicken?"
Lucas smirked. He never ever said no to a bet. And, if he won, which he would, maybe he could actually show his brother that taking a chance again wouldn't be too bad.
"Little brother, you got yourself a deal."
Before Nathan could comment back, Karen came up to them and hauled them off to meet some of her old friends, the bet still fresh in each of their minds.
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"Omg! Girls, look at that guy in the corner with the white shirt on. He's so hot! I'm going to go talk to him. He looks single," Haley stood up to go leave but was pulled back by Brooke.
"Maybe you should give it a rest with the guys, Hales."
"Excuse me?"
"I mean, you've been hurt so much lately…it was just this morning that you were crying your eyes out. Maybe you should lay low of guys for a few weeks, and stop throwing yourself onto them."
The offended and furious look on Haley's face told Brooke that she definitely hadn't said the right thing.
"Are you saying that I'm some kind of whore? That I throw myself onto every single guy because I'm some desperate puppy?" she inquired, venom dripping from each word.
Peyton could sense an argument brewing and it didn't look pretty. "Hales, I think Brooke meant it as advice…she's just looking out for you."
"Shut it, Peyton. Nobody was asking for your input. Why don't you just mind your own damn business and go start another club or something?!"
Peyton held up both of her hands like she was surrendering. She gave Brooke a look that said 'I'm sorry I can't help you but good luck with that.' Brooke grimaced. She knew Haley was the devil in disguise when she got royally pissed off. And Brooke had done just that.
"Haley, I know you got really hurt by Chris and you're trying to heal your heart by trying to find love, but maybe it would be a good idea to just sit back and let love come to you instead of trying to find it."
"No offense, Brooke. You may be the expert when it comes to clothes and fashion but you definitely don't know anything about love. I don't see you having a boyfriend. It takes time and you actually have to work at it. If you don't try then you're going to end up like that woman who lives all alone with a hundred cats. So, don't sit there and give me some bull about how to find the 'love of my life.'"
"Actually, Hales, it wouldn't be so hard if you just let fate takes its course instead of intervening at every possible moment!" Brooke was seriously annoyed that Haley couldn't use her brain for once in her life when it came to guys.
"Oh, you think making a guy love you is so easy, Brooke? I'd love to see you try!" Haley exclaimed, throwing up her hands in the air.
"What?" Brooke was startled by her sudden proposition.
"You heard me. I bet that you can't make a guy fall in love with you in ten days!"
"Why ten days?" Peyton interjected, finally having enough of being silent.
"Seven is too little, fourteen is too much. It's right in the middle. So what do you say, Brooke?"
Brooke stared at her friend and smirked. She never backed out of a bet, especially one as yummy as this. "You got yourself a deal, James."
"Whoa, wait, are you two sure about this? I mean come on, Brooke. You haven't even thought about it. Just because Haley is psychotic doesn't mean you have to go throw yourself at a random guy!"
"Hey, I'm not psychotic!" Both girls ignored her and continued on.
"I'm serious. I mean, come on, Peyt? What harm could it do? It's just a bet."
"I don't know…I just have a feeling that this isn't going to end peacefully, but…if you want to, go ahead."
"Yay!" Brooke leaned over and hugged her friend, glad that she finally gave in. "So, who is my victim going to be? Make sure he's a little bit hot, I mean come on. I'm Brooke Davis! I need a hot guy to seduce." Peyton laughed. Brooke was crazy.
Haley looked around…Nope, too fat…Nope, too skinny…Nope, he looks like he's a drag queen…Whoa wait! Her eyes stopped as they spotted a tall, attractive blonde sitting at a table, chatting with some people. Haley smirked, knowing that after she proposed this guy, Brooke would definitely back out. This bet was going to be good.
"I found yours truly, Brooke."
"Ouu! Who is he?"
"Look to your right. The guy talking to Jenny Sharp. The tall blonde. That, my friend, is your guy."
Both Peyton and Brooke jerked their heads to the side and looked around. But both suddenly stopped and starred in horror and shock as the realized who Haley was referring to.
"No way!" Peyton exclaimed. "No f'ing way!"
"What?" Haley asked innocently, a smile threatening to break onto her face.
"Haley, are you insane?!" Peyton cried. "Do you know who that is?!"
"I know exactly who that is. Brooke said I could choose anyone so I decided to choose someone who would spice things up."
"Spice things up?! If you want to spice things up go pick some hot college kid. But Lucas Scott?! He's like a freakin millionaire! You can't go fuck a millionaire! And not to mention one of the most famous writers…the paparazzi is going to be all over them! No, definitely not! Brooke's definitely not seducing that guy!"
Recovering from her moment of silence, Brooke finally spoke up. "Done."
"What?!" Peyton screamed.
"I said done. In ten days, Lucas Scott will be in love with me…be ready to loose, Hales." Brooke smirked as she got up from the table and made her way to the bar, in need of a stronger drink, leaving a furious Peyton and a baffled Haley.
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Finally, the annoying blonde of Karen's left the table, leaving Nathan and Lucas alone once again.
"So, since you said yes to the bet, I thought that it would only be fair if we chose a girl right here, right now, in the club," Nathan spoke up.
Lucas gave his brother a sideways glance. "And how to you propose we do so?"
"Pick a number. I will count off the girls, starting at the right side of the bar, and the one that the number lands on is your lucky girl."
Lucas thought about this idea. It had an upside and a downside. Upside: Most of the girls at this club were hot, and many of them rich, so the idea of Lucas being a millionaire writer wouldn't knock them into shock. Downside: Some of these girls were total whores. I mean, TOTAL whores, dressed in the most revealing dresses and flirting with any guy in sight…similar to Caitilin and Dan earlier. He could either A) take Nathan up on his offer and pray to God that he got someone good or B) think of another solution in the next thirty seconds. He chose A).
"Fine…girl number…" He closed his eyes and finally decided on his lucky number, "…three."
He opened his eyes, finding Nathan counting away, pointing his finger at each girl. The right side of the bar was mostly filled with a group of men with one girl scattered in between.
"There's girl number one…"
Then he pointed to the raven colored bartender who was next in line.
"There's girl number two. Ahh, such a shame that you were one off from being with Miss. Hottie over there…" Lucas just rolled his eyes, but inside he was extremely nervous at who the next person would be, the girl who was supposed to fall in love with him, his bet girl.
Nathan's finger skipped over two men talking on their cell phones and landed on a brunette approaching the bar. She had long curly chocolate brown hair that reached her mid-back. Her dress fit her frame perfectly, emphasizing the curves and dipping dangerously low but leaving some room for one's imagination. Her head suddenly turned around, as if she knew the two boys were watching her. Immediately, Lucas' throat choked up as he realized who he was staring at. Nathan, too, had a flabbergasted look on his face, not expecting his brother's choice to be someone famous.
"Nate…you can't expect me to actually…not her…"
Nathan used his brother's weakness as his strength. "A bet is a bet big brother. You can either accept it or back down now."
"But Brooke Davis?! The fashion designer?"
"Come on, what can it hurt? I mean it's not like she's ugly or anything." No, she is definitely the farthest thing from ugly, Lucas thought. But she is a notorious partier and a fashion designer…how the heck could he relate to a fashion designer? What do they talk about…clothes? A bet's a bet though and this may be the only way to knock some sense into Nathan. Plus, it'll be fun. And like Nathan said, what harm could it do? It's just a bet. It'll be over in 10 days.
"Fine."
"What?" Nathan asked again, not knowing if he heard him correctly.
"I said fine. In ten days, Brooke Davis will be in love with me. Be ready to lose, Nate…" Lucas chuckled as he got out of his seat, making his way to the lovely lady at the bar.
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End of Chapter 4! Next Chapter: Brucas Talks!
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