142Hey guys! 18 reviews in three days! Wow! Thank you so much for all of you that reviewed…your reviews mean so much and they help motivate me to update quicker. Talking about updating, here's your new chapter, Chapter 5! Brucas finally meets and they have a pretty eventful first day. Only 9 more to go!
Also, I had a question for you guys…When do you think I should have Naley meet? Since I do want them to become a couple, I wanted your input on that.
For those of you who read my other story, That Fateful Night, I will be updating soon so please be on the lookout!
Anyway, hope you like the new chapter. Enjoy!
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"Love is supposed to start with bells ringing and go downhill from there. But it was the opposite for me. There's an intense connection between us, and as we stayed together, the bells rang louder." –Anonymous
"To be a star, you must shine your own light, follow your own path, and don't worry about the darkness, for that is when the stars shine brightest." –Anonymous
"Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom fate brings you together, but do so with all your heart." –Marcus Aurelius
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DAY 1
Brooke sat at the bar, twirling the olive unconsciously around in her martini.
What the hell did I just do? Did I just bet that I could make Lucas Scott fall in love with me? Ha! Like that would happen. God, why am I so freaking retarded! Why do I always let my pride cloud my thinking? It's Haley's fault though…if she wasn't so damn stubborn I wouldn't be in this situation…friends suck. I am definitely going to lose and then I have to spend the rest of my life hearing about it…ugh! I mean come on, its Lucas Scott…can you say hottest ba-che-lor? Not to mention the fact that he's a millionaire at age 24…although, he never seems to be dating anyone so maybe he is a bad date? Or a bad kisser? Or OMG! Is he gay?!…I am seriously hopeless. God, please help me!
She closed her eyes and drowned her martini in a long gulp. This was going to be a long night.
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Lucas slowly made his way to the gorgeous brunette, glancing back at his brother who was smirking.
What the fuck am I doing? I just bet that I could make Brooke Davis fall in love with me! Brooke Davis! Her falling in love is like Barbie becoming smart. Ha! Like that would happen. Am I on crack or something?! This is all Nathan's fault…I mean it's not my problem that he can't seem to get over Ali…I should've just listened to Mom and not interfered…but he was getting on my last nerves! I mean a guy can only tolerate so much…brothers suck. I am definitely going to lose and then I have to listen to it for the rest of my life…I should already be planning my walk of shame to Antarctica. How the heck am I going to make a fashion designer fall in love with me? God, please help me!
He took in a sharp breath, closed his eyes, and took a seat at the bar. This was going to be a long night.
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Hearing a rustling nearby, Brooke opened her eyes and fought choking right there and then. Sit two seats to her right was Lucas Scott. The Lucas Scott. Is this some type of joke?! Are you trying to torture me? She took in a deep breath, trying to subside the rush of emotions within herself. Relax, Davis! Act calm. You made this bet, now you are going to win it. You're Brooke Davis for God's sake! You always get what you want and right now you are going to make Lucas Scott fall head over heels in love with you…first, some more alcohol would help, though.
"Can I have a shot of tequila, please?" she asked the bartender.
"Make that two." The deep, masculine voice made a chill go down her spine. Looking up, she realized that it belonged to no other than Mr. Scott himself. Game time, Brooke.
"Deciding to hit it hard tonight?" her raspy voice flirtatiously asked.
He smiled. "Maybe." He stuck out his hand. "Lucas Scott."
"Brooke Davis." She shook his hand, throwing aside the sparks she felt as they made contact. "Well, Mr. Scott, what brings you to Casabala?"
"Probably the same reason you're here. I was invited."
Cocky, she thought. Before she could retort back, though, the bartender arrived with their drinks.
"Sorry for the wait. Here are your shots."
"Thanks," she said, smiling at the timid girl, before turning back to Lucas. "So, are―"
But he quickly cut her off. "You want to get out of here?"
She raised her eyebrows at his forwardness. No guy had ever been that straightforward with her before. She chuckled inwardly; this was easier than she had thought.
"Hold on a sec…I'll be right back." She gave him a wink and a dimpled smile before making her way to her friends' table.
"Brooke, you're back! Thank God! Please tell me that you are pleading momentary insanity and that you are not going to go through with this insane, retarded, fucked up, absolutely cra―"
But Peyton's rushed rant was cut off momentarily by Brooke herself.
"Actually, I just came to tell you to not wait up for me tonight. I have plans with a certain someone," she motioned over her shoulder to the man waiting for her. "Looks like you are going down, Hales." She cocked her head to the side and gave them a quick smirk before skipping back to the blonde boy by the bar.
The two girls just sat there in disbelief, and in Peyton's case, in wrath, their mouths ajar.
"Did she just say that she's leaving with Lucas?" Haley finally spoke up, astonishment engulfing her words. How did Brooke ever manage that?! Rule Number One: Never Underestimate Your Opponent.
"I guess she did…" Peyton had no clue what the heck was going on in her best friend's head. Was she crazy?! She knew that this was going to turn out badly. Well…at least I warned her… "Another round of shots?"
Haley vigorously nodded her head. Yeah, she was really going to need some.
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He saw her sway her hips to the side, making her way back to him after chatting quickly with two girls he didn't recognize. He smiled inside, eyeing her up and down. She may be some fashion ice queen but she sure was attractive. There was no denying that. Game time, Lucas.
"Back so soon?" Amusement laced in his words.
"Well, it's rude to keep a pretty boy waiting." She grinned back up him as she took his hand, dragging him through the raging crowd. He followed, not questioning a single thing.
Soon, they were making their way outside into the starry New York night.
After moments of silence she finally spoke up, her observation totally contradicting her previous flirty behavior.
"It's pretty, isn't it? The stars…the sky…tonight."
"Yeah, it is." All of a sudden he stopped in his tracks and grabbed her hand. "Come on, I want to show you something."
She followed curiously. What was he thinking? One minute he's propositioning me to have sex with him and the next he's dragging me somewhere? Crazy boy. But her questions were soon diminished as they arrived at their destination: a private estate full of the most beautiful flowers she had ever seen. The place was enchanting as if it had jumped right out of a fairy tale.
"Where are we?" she whispered, taken aback by the gorgeous scenery.
"Lily's Garden. Or at least that's what I call it. I used to come here when I wrote my second book."
"It's…breathtaking, Lucas."
"Thanks. Now come on, the real spectacle is right here." He walked into the middle of the field, stopped when he reached the desired spot then laid down on his back amongst the flowers.
Brooke started laughing. He was seriously crazy. "What are you doing?"
He couldn't help grinning back, staring at the incredulous-looking brunette. "Just get your ass down here, Davis. You will see what I'm talking about." He patted the spot next to him.
"Umm…sorry to burst your bubble but do you see what I'm wearing? I'm going to ruin my dress!"
"Then take it off," he replied smugly.
This definitely took her by surprise. "What?!"
It was his turn to burst out laughing. "I was only joking…but if you want to take it off, I'm not complaining."
She stared at his deep blue eyes, excitement dancing inside them. "In your dreams, writer boy." Screw the dress. She could always make more.
Lying beside him, she finally understood his constant pleading. The sight instantly took her breath away. A million stars were scattered across the dark blanket of sky, all twinkling and radiating the night's light. Brooke had never seen a sight like this in all of New York City. She now understood why this place was so special. She glanced to her right, gazing at the blonde boy who bore a brooding expression on his face, his eyes squinted and his forehead crinkled.
"Thanks for showing me this place, Broody."
Her last word definitely brought him out of his thoughts. "Broody?"
She smirked. "Yes, Broody. You had this broody expression on your face, so I thought the nickname fit perfectly."
"Broody, huh? Fine. If I have a nickname, I think it's only fair that you have one, too, Cheery." He smirked right back.
"Cheery?"
"Yeah…you're always cheery and chipper. Plus, I like your dimples." He winked at her, before a smiled appeared on both of their faces.
Both hadn't realized their close proximity until now. Their faces were a few inches apart and the space was getting slowly, slowly, slowly getting smaller….until the lips of each were a mere inch away from each other.
"If I kissed you right now, would you kill me?" he whispered.
"I think I would kill you if you didn't."
He crashed his lips onto hers and instantly the passion began, slow at first then getting faster and faster by the moment. Their hands were traveling everywhere and the dress so worried about earlier was forgotten, as if it were a mere rag. Her tongue begged for entrance which he gladly accepted, them both battling for dominance. He wanted more and more of her, as if she were an addictive drug, his source of life. She had never felt this much fervor in a….well never really. And she sure as hell enjoyed it. They continued their moment of passion, unaware that they were in a middle of a field of flowers until they broke apart suddenly, in need of air.
"That was…" he began, breathing heavily.
"Yeah, it was," she finished.
Both sat there silently in each other's arms for a while, just staring up at the sky and thinking about what just happened. They both didn't even know the other's middle name but already they were feeling a connection of some kind. Their pulses racing, their breathing rapid, and the lust within their souls was great as ever. The moment of peace was shatter, however, by the ringing of Lucas' cell phone. They quickly scampered apart, fixing their now frazzled attire.
"Hello?" he answered. "Yeah…uh huh…oh god no he didn't…it's okay…are you sure you can handle it…uh huh…okay, I'll be there in a sec. Thanks, Frank." He shut his phone and took a moment to just stare out into the horizon.
"Problems in paradise?" she joked.
He chuckled. "More like my brother is drunk and I have to go rescue him before he makes a fool of himself in front for the tabloids."
"Ahh…quite the knight in shining amour I see…"
"Nah, just for pretty girls like you." She blushed slightly and was thankful that it was dark enough so he wouldn't see.
"So, I guess you should head over there…"
"Yeah...I guess I should….you want me to get you a cab?"
"Nah, I think I'm going to sit here for a while. You go on."
They gazed into one another's eyes, the chocolate brown and the sapphire blue colliding, both oblivious to the hidden meaning behind their encounter. Slowly, he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.
"It was great meeting you, Brooke Davis."
"You, too, Luke Scott." Both were mirroring smiles, unable to hide their obvious pleasure.
Giving her hand a quick squeeze, he made his way toward the gate. She turned around and looked around at the sky, enjoying the blissful feeling that had fought its way inside. It was ―
"Brooke!"
She swiftly turned around unsure of why he was back. "Luke, did you―"
But she was cut off as his lips captured hers in a quick, intense, electrifying kiss. He slowly broke apart, revealing a bouquet of pink Asiatic lilies, ones she recognized from the gateway entrance.
"I'll see you later, pretty girl…"
She stood their, stunned, grinning like an idiot with her dimples fully showing, watching him retreat once again. Unbeknownst to her, he was doing the same thing.
Yeah, definitely not gay and definitely exceeds in the kissing department…Maybe this bet isn't so bad after all…she thought. She twirled around in the field, flowers in hand and a smile glowing on her face.
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Lucas walked back towards Casabala, strolling along, unable to break that feeling of happiness within him.
She was different than I expected…definitely has more to her than meets the eye and definitely not a Barbie wannabe…maybe this bet isn't so bad after all…he thought.
Maybe those bets happened for a reason.
Maybe they were meant to meet that night.
Maybe it was just fate.
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End of Chapter 5! Next Chapter: Day 2 of Brucas!
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