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•• The Simple Game ••
{ To win you've got to play the game }
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- Disclaimer -
None of the characters mentioned in my fanfic belong to me. Sadly enough some kind of fugdelicker called Mark Schwahn, a true m-ASS-termind, invented the gorgeous & selfless Brooke and the brilliantly talented Haley. Our diseased bitch Seyton should have died before she was even born; no wonder her biological parents put her up for adoption after they saw what a shaggy asshoe was brought to the light.
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- Author's note -
This story has three amazing purposes that I'm going to try bring to the front
#1 First of all to glorify the beauty of Brucas
Brucas is and always will be the only amazing couple I've shipped since the beginning of my weird Television carrier and never doubted the intriguing adorable bond these two astonishing people had. Coming from two different worlds, their similarities brought them on common ground, and their differences just made them realize how special each other is. It's a shame how something so fragile and captivating was just thrown away to admire the wonders of an epic fail duo also known as Pucas. A true Brucasfan doesn't pick that, and we're always ready to fight for what we believe in, even if it means that we have to go down with our ship cause our Brucashearts are as coals, deep burning and so unquenchable.
#2 Praise the Baley friendship we adore so much
From all the friendship that were created in One Tree Hill this one was surprisingly unexpected. Who thought a bubbly cheerleader and the ingenious tutorgirl would both start as lost souls looking for glimpse of hope and end up as friends for life. Even though we keep seeing less and less of this amazing lifetime alliance on screen, that doesn't mean their trust or loyalty is going down. Far from it. Here is some hoping for season 7 Baley already.
#3 Bring down the evil Seyton hag
I'm an Elite Seyton Hater. Hate for this disgusting disease runs through my veins, and my soul will never be happy till the slumpy lobster is burning in the fires of Mordor. Her whole existence is one EPIC FAIL. She's retarded as hell, and if things don't go her way it's only a matter of time before the annoying emobomb will explode. Her massive-depressive immature state makes me just want go get into the screen and beat the shit out of the freaking whinepig, and that's why she must go down one way or another. Mark won't do it? I will!
"People always leave?" Ow please, SHUT THE FRAG UP!
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- Reading -
Now I know that I have some weird writing style that changes a lot, but let's make a general baseline here. "Okay!?" Italics is going to be used mainly for thoughts and small actions that require sound. That's all ... the rest can be unpredictable.
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- Editing -
Being stuck for about a month with finding the perfect plot, I forgot about my own story after a while. I know! o_OMG! But now that I'm back ... kind of, I'm ready to make some improvements. After reading about 100+ fics, taking a part in several role plays for about two months, and starting 3 fics at the same time, I guess I can say my writing skills have gotten better from when I actually started. I stopped writing after chapter 8, and, to be honest, I didn't remember a thing I wrote here, so I decided to revaluate the whole story myself and rewrite the important parts. I still believe in this story, and now I think it can be even better!
• INSPIRED BY CRUEL INTENTIONS •
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- Story -
Lucas and Peyton, step brother and step sister are living under the same roof. Being popular and rich, they control the school and challenge each other to play cruel games with students around them...but what happens when a feisty brunette who's not willing to bend is transferred to their school? The game to bring her down is about to begin. Just a pity they don't know who they're dealing with.
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I---------------- Chapter 1 ----------------I
The Pilot
He woke up. The day hadn't started yet, and he already hated it.
What time is it?
Does it matter?
It's 6 am.
Monday.
Getting up, his muscular arms separated his body from the warm satin sheets as he walked, obviously still tired from the night before, to the bathroom door, but, before he even reached the shower, his attention was drawn by a small diary lying lost on the wooden table.
Had he forgotten to put it away?
Was someone in his room last night?
Did she read it?
As he bent over to pick it up, an empty bottle of whiskey and two broken glasses in the garbage bin made him suddenly remember everything that happened the night before. He would write the events of the last night down another time; no detail would escape his devious chronicles, but all he wanted now was a shower. Closing the notebook, he put it in his shoulder bag and continued the journey to the bathroom.
Pssssssh.....
The water was hot. His eyes closed, and he let his back fall against the hard wall as countless thoughts passed through his mind. He had been in this cabin with countless girls, and he would never reject the chance for steaming shower sex, but today was different. A laugh appeared out of nowhere. Had he really banged another freshman who thought he liked her yesterday. She was too easy. They were all easy. Another smile appeared as he thought about the fantastic prize he'd won. Cold?
Freezing water touched his skin, and his eyes abruptly opened.
"Damn it, Peyton!"
He jumped out of the frigid shower, covering himself with a towel. A blond curly girl was standing in front of him, leaning against the door. She smiled, checking every inch of his body with her eyes.
"You lost!"
He walked over to her with a chaotic and amazed look.
"What do you mean?" Hoe!
Two inches of thin air separated their bodies from each other. She could feel his hot breath on her neck. Rolling her eyes like an innocent girl, she whispered in his ear, a voice teasing every last bit of him.
"You fucked the wrong girl, silly!"
He was confused. It was impossible.
Fuck!
At the same moment he realized how stupid he had been. She misled him. Filthy whore prepared a trap for him, and he walked in blindly following her instructions.
"But I guess I just gained someone as my slave for this week."
He couldn't believe it...How could he have fallen for her this easily? Didn't he learn anything about her annoying, slutty behavior. She would always play dumb and impeccant to get what she wanted, but she was going to pay for this one.
"If I didn't fuck the mayor's daughter, then who the hell was that?"
"Hummm...Let's say it was just another horny slut who desperately needed my help for her reputation points. All she had to do was pretend she was your target. I must say she did a good job. I might even consider continuing to use her."
He was still irritated and looking in front of him while the black widow slowly wrapped her hands around him. Who was this assrat to play tricks with him!?
"You cheated."
"...And you're way to cute when you're angry. See you at school, sweetie!"
She softly bit his earlobe and, pushing him back, walked out of his room with a towel in her hands.
He hated Mondays.
••• The Game is Simple - Play or Pay •••
New day. New school. New kids...a new start? Was is possible for this gorgeous brunette to transfer to a new school and start over while her past just wouldn't let go and kept chasing after her? Maybe. A bit of hope was exactly what she needed, so there was only one thing left to do...fit in.
She unfolded a little piece of paper she had just gotten at the principal's office. "Room A023" was carefully written down, and a simple plan was sketched on the back. Following the directions, she stopped before a big door with the sign "Tutor Center."
Taking a deep breathe she walked inside, trying not to think about it anymore
The room was empty. She took another look at the plan and at her watch. Her eyes flashed once more through the abandoned room. Except for the huge tables overloaded with paperwork and wacky shelves full of old books under dust
"Is this A023?"
"Am I too late?"
"Good start!"
She was just about to leave when a hasty, long haired girl appeared unexpectedly from another door with a stack of journals in her hands. Putting a part of them on the overloaded table, she came closer to analyze the new girl.
"Hi, you must be Brooke; I'm Haley."
Her eyes quickly scanned over the brunette's hot body. The chocolate locks were peacefully resting on her shoulder while the hazel eyes nervously waited for some kind of reaction. After examining her white blouse and the oh-so short mini, Haley's lips finally expressed a look of approval, which caused Brooke to wear a huge smile.
"So...you're new, huh! Let me show you around."
Hearing those words felt actually way better than she ever expected.
Last time someone had showed her around or asked her such things, she found herself in the middle of a nightmare running out of the building with an insane freak of an ex-boyfriend following her. Repressing those thoughts away and watching this muzzy excited girl, she realized this would probably be her first friend in her new high school career, and another smile appeared on Brooke's face as they walked out of the class.
"This is gonna work. It has to."
They went from class to class, visiting plane walls filled with boring posters about geography, history or government schemes, and drawings no one ever looked at. The duo passed the refectory that appeared to be empty even during the lunch break since everyone ate outside, and they even took a quick look in the library since Haley insisted so much on showing the rich catalogue of books they had.
Catalogue!?
Last time Brooke ever looked in a catalogue, it was all about fashion. She might have been a spoiled brat buying every dress she ever wanted in the past, but, even though she was really trying to change, nothing felt better than the touch of the soft textile, it was still her passion.
Their last stop appeared to be the gym. Two large red doors were open; without waiting for an invite, the two girls stepped in the direction of the bright light
Ahhhh...the gym.
It didn't matter what gymnasium it was, the smell of glory was always distinguishable. A tall boy with dark raven hair and a powerfully built body was playing ball all alone.
"That's Nathan," Haley carefully pointed with her fingers, scared of him seeing them stare at him.
"He's the captain of the basketball team," she added with a dying voice.
Brooke took a better look at the boy. Sure he was hot and pretty good at his game, but why the hell was he playing with imaginary friends.
"Isn't that weird!?"
"It makes you popular"
"Playing alone? When did that start?"
"No! Being the captain. All the girls want him!"
It was at that point that Brooke saw a simple schoolgirl crush locked in the eyes of her newly met shy friend. Something told her that there was some kind of barricade that had been stopping Haley from unleashing a hidden desire, and it had to be broken before it was too late.
"Does he have a girlfriend?"
"Not anymore...they broke up a month ago after he found out she was cheating on him with his best friend Tim."
"You like him?" "I bet your ass you do!"
"What? Nah...We've already been on a date."
"So what? Bad memories?"
"No! He was sweet."
"How was the date?" Yeah…how was it? Casual? Romantic? Did he take you to the movies or was it more like an evening at the beach? ... Brooke, stop!
Stop!
"It was casual. We talked...about our hobbies...and school...and accomplishments"
Brooke's mind stuck at Haley's last word. Accomplishments? What did she mean by accomplishments? You don't talk with a girl on a date about other girls! General rule of the Brooke universe.
Of course ... Suddenly it hit her!
"Haley! A tutor session is NOT a date."
Looking lost, her head fell down on the floor. A single sigh of desperation was all she could hear. Poor thing
"I know...but he's on top of the list, and I'm not even sure if I'm in the top 10000"
"The list?" "Honey, what are you mumbling?"
"Yeah...Our school has got a student website with a "Hot or Not" ranking. It's a sy-"
"Who cares about a stupid list!" "Seriously! Another invention of skanky bimbos to shove their popularity down others' throats?
"Everybody does here!"
"Haley! Listen to me. You've got a perfect situation here. A hot single boy is playing alone, waiting for some girl to join him."
She placed her hands on Haley's shoulders, trying to shake her like a dice hoping for a good number to appear.
Get yourself together and ask the damn boy on a date. You've already got a 'No'. A 'Yes' you can get."
Haley seemed to be even more devastated. She was afraid. Who wouldn't be? "I wouldn't"
"I can't."
"Ow...I'm sorry. I didn't get that. It seems like the word 'can not' doesn't exist in my vocabulary, so I'm gonna ask you a very serious question now. Do you like this guy?"
"Yeah."
"...And you'd like to go out with him?"
"Yeah."
"...But you're afraid to ask?"
A last desperate "Yeah" escaped Haley's mouth once again. Brooke lifted up this amazing new girl's chin and looked deep in her sad eyes, seeking all the answers she needed.
"I guess we can do something about that."
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