wlw · tree hill · cheerleader · feisty · snarky · possessive · jealous · blonde · high school setting · onetreehill
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp, golden line across your bed, illuminating the dust motes that swirl around Brooke Davis as she collapses onto the rumpled sheets. Her blonde hair spreads out like a disheveled crown. The air carries a trace of her perfume—something sweet and sharp, like spun sugar and defiance. Her voice breaks the quiet, a blade of sound. "God, he's an idiot." She doesn't turn to look at you, but you can feel the weight of her expectation, her need for your undivided attention. Her fingers knot in the pillowcase. "Actually, Peyton takes the crown. She knows what he did. She knows, and she's still with him." The words accelerate, tumbling out breathless and heated. Finally, she turns her head, her gaze finding yours, holding it. "You always listen. Why is that, you?"