back to december ;; [PARK]

[brooke nicole davis]

cause the last time you saw me

is still burned in the back of your mind
------------------------------ you gave me roses and i left them there to die

It had been a long day, and Brooke wanted nothing more than to just go home. She hadn’t slept well the night before because her brother had decided to come home to study since it was apparently easier for him to concentrate, but he hadn’t taken into account that she had school in the morning and had kept her awake with his constant trips past her room to get downstairs to the kitchen. It was ridiculous, but she didn’t complain because there would have been no point. Her parents had seemed pretty tired that morning too, but their room wasn’t en route to the staircase, so Brooke was the only one who could blame her lack of sleep on her brother. Thanks to that, she had more or less wondered around school barely aware of her surroundings so far, but luckily she had been paying attention enough to follow her teachers and make sure she knew the homework for each class. It was a bit of a difficult task, but she had managed alright so far. She had been glad when lunch had finally arrived, and was happy for a chance to let her brain and body rest and not have to focus on paying attention and staying awake. She had spent the entire time eating and socializing, which had included making plans for the upcoming weekend that the eighteen year old was extremely excited about. Unfortunately, lunch period had passed by too quickly for Brooke’s liking, and she stalked off towards her locker to pick up the books she’d need for her next two classes.

Her first one was English, a class she actually enjoyed because of the Shakespeare plays they discussed. She had been a fan of Shakespeare since ninth grade because she loved the language and the stories, despite how tragic they all were. He always wrote about characters dying, which was a tad depressing, but when you thought about it critically, the deaths always made the stories that much more romantic. Brooke herself was a sucker for romantic stories, which would explain why her favourite movies were romantic comedies and why she did so well in classes that studied Shakespeare. They had covered A Midsummer Night’s Dream in class that month, and Brooke had absolutely loved the story. There was just something about the world it had been created in that attracted her to it, and she was actually looking forward to the project she knew their teacher would be assigning them now that they had finished the play. In class readings that Brooke participated in usually involved her reading for Helena, who had become her favourite character, and she hoped she would be able to use that experience and love of that character for her project. That was partially why she actually perked up a little as she made her way down the hallway towards the English classroom.

As she wandered in, she could see that she wasn’t the first one there which was slightly surprising. Most days when they knew they were getting assigned a project, most people came in as late as they could without being considered tardy, so to see people in their seats already was odd. A few heads turned to stare at her as she walked through the door and made her way to her seat, and she simply rolled her eyes. She would have thought that most of the guys staring at her would have given up by now since she hadn’t shown interest, but apparently she was wrong. Shaking her head in amusement, she flipped her curls over her shoulder, opened her binder, took out her pen and waited for class to start. A few minutes later, the bell to signal the start of class rang and her teacher walked into the room, making everyone quiet down at once. Brooke stopped talking to the friend beside her, and focused her attention to the front of the room like everyone else, waiting to hear what they had to do. Apparently, they had to re-enact a scene from the play but transform it into modern language and costumes to prove their understanding of the scene, and did not get to choose their partners. At this, Brooke groaned and hoped that she wouldn’t be stuck with someone who would put all the work on her because they were too busy trying to convince her to date them. As she waited for her name and her partner’s name to be called, she sat back in her chair and crossed her fingers. It wasn’t until she heard the name of her partner that she decided that she was no longer excited about this project. "Park Evans, really?" she thought to herself miserably. This was going to be interesting.

so this is me swallowing my pride
standing in front of you saying sorry
--------------------------------- for that night and i go back to december

.tagged. park!
.words. 790

.outfit. click
.notes. let the drama begin!
.lyrics. back to december - taylor swift
.credit. <33 @ CAUTION 2.0

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[park]

Ah, English. It wasn't that Park disliked learning about Shakespeare for days on end, because inwardly he truly enjoyed it, it was just the fact that he had a problem with repetition. Despite how he appeared to the public eye, Park was rather deep. He enjoyed learning and was insanely smart at that. Unfortunately, the day he decided to become Belmont's number one casanova all of that sort of went down the drain- outwardly, of course. Park still liked to learn, just in the quietness of his own company. For instance, he'd done every single one of the Shakespeare assignments that were assigned to the senior English class that he was enrolled in, but Park had done all of them in the study of his family's penthouse in a quick fashion. Besides, it wasn't like this material was new to him, and even if it was the class had gone over it so much that it was practically embedded in the senior's minds.

Park strolled into his English class promptly after the bell had rang, so he technically wasn't late. He did this most days unless he was busy meeting some of the guys for a quick smoke before class or something. Park set his books down on a desk in the second to the front row of the classroom, squinting his eyes slightly to read the assignment on the board. Partner assignment, awesome. Apparently the assignment had been mentioned to the class the week prior, but it wasn't really like Park was paying attention. It had certainly got his attention now, though.

Loathing would be an understatement when describing Park's hatred for partner assignments, especially in English. As stated before, Park took great pride in getting things done in his way. All he could hope for was that he was paired with some girl that was cute, but smart, or another guy that was on there on scholarship so he he wouldn't be distracted. Even though he knew the latter would be much more beneficial to him, a guy could dream right?

Brooke Davis.
Park narrowed his eyes slightly at the board before the name came to his earshot, smirking slowly. He was unsure how to really feel about being paired with the brunette senior. Part of him guessed that Brooke wouldn't really be too thrilled, but that was given. Ever since Justin, Park's best friend and Brooke's boyfriend, passed away their sophomore year things had kind of been shaky between the two. Justin, Brooke and Park all hung out with the same group of friends during their middle school years on and though Park was set with Natalie and Brooke was with Justin, there was always something between Brooke and Park and they both knew it. When Justin passed away though, and Natalie and Park called things off, tensions got the best of them. For the first time since Natalie, Park had sex with Brooke. Both of them knew it was wrong but it was done in hopes of clearing the tensions- which only remained present after.

Park turned his head around to see Brooke muttering something, probably unpleasantly, under her breath. He inhaled deeply and put on his typical sweet smile. It was possible to go into this with an open-mind, and Park hoped to do just that.

[brooke nicole davis]

cause the last time you saw me

is still burned in the back of your mind
------------------------------ you gave me roses and i left them there to die

Brooke had always enjoyed English class because it gave her the opportunity to think and write creatively and express herself through words. She had always been a good writer and had the creative and analytical mind it took to understand the works of Shakespeare, so English was pretty much a perfect class for her. Some people found it annoying and hard to grasp, but Brooke was not one of them and she was often roped into helping her friends understand it. She blamed her vast knowledge and analytical mind on Justin, who had more or less helped her figure out how to understand Shakespeare back when they were in freshman year. They had been paired up for a project, and had gotten a really good mark on it thanks to Justin helping her through it. Every time she walked into an English class after his death, she was always brought back to that day that they met and still had the project they had done so well on together. It was memories like that that helped the eighteen year old remember him and come to terms with his death, and she was thankful for them. It had taken some time, but she had worked hard to maintain the skills he’d helped her gain to do well on the project because she felt she owed it to him somehow, and she thanked him every day for her lack of confusion in the subject now.

Park was Justin’s best friend, and there had always been something there between him and Brooke, but because she had been with Justin there was nothing ever done about it. After he died, Brooke had turned to some pretty reckless behaviour to help her cope, which was the main reason that she had been sent away for the summer. One night, she had been at a party that Park happened to be at too, and they had both drank a lot. After a few hours of flirting and releasing all of the tension between them for all those years, they had slept together and never got a chance to talk about it after because she had been sent away the next day. In the few months that she had been back, Brooke had more or less avoided Park, afraid to face him after what had happened between them. She had done a good job of not talking to him or associating with him despite him being in this class with her but now, that was all coming to an end. They were partners for this group project, which just strengthened her hate for group projects. Brooke was a very independent person, so group projects and having to rely on someone else to contribute to the work that needed to be done were not ideal to her, and having to be partnered up with the guy she had slept with to get over her boyfriend’s death just made it that much worse.

She turned to face him once the fact that he was her partner had sunk in, and he didn’t seem to be dreading this situation the way she was. In fact, he was smiling sweetly as if it was the best thing in the world. This sort of annoyed Brooke, but she was determined to put on a façade about being alright with them being partners. He had probably seen her mumbling in displeasure, but she didn’t care. All that mattered was getting this project over with so they would never have to speak to each other again. When their teacher instructed them to go and sit with their partners to start talking about the details of their projects, Brooke sighed and collected her binder, purse and pencil case before going and dropping into the seat beside Park. He was still just as attractive as ever, but she wasn’t sitting beside him to stare at him; she was there to discuss their project. “Well, fancy meeting you here,”

she said in a slightly playful voice, hoping to ease whatever tension and annoyance she was currently feeling. At least she would force herself to go through this process with an open mind, and hoped that maybe talking would finally ease the sexual tension still clearly present between them.
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so this is me swallowing my pride
standing in front of you saying sorry
--------------------------------- for that night and i go back to december

.tagged. park!
.words. 712

.outfit. click
.notes. let the drama begin!
.lyrics. back to december - taylor swift
.credit. <33 @ CAUTION 2.0

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[park]

Head cheerleader, sassy attitude, amazing body; Brooke Davis was hot and there was definitely no denying that, especially with Park Evans. It should have been a given with both of them from the very beginning that an odd, awkward tension would be there between them, but typical Park just couldn't help himself- and who could really blame him? Park knew very few guys that wouldn't get with Brooke Davis if given the opportunity, even if her boyfriend at the time, and his best friend at the time, had just recently passed away. Maybe bad karma was coming his way in the future for it, who knew, but Park didn't really seem to give a care about it. Did he regret what he did with Brooke? Not at all. Would he do it again? Probably. Would this project allow a gateway for him to do so? Park was hoping, but at the same time if it didn't then it wasn't something he cared too much about. It was kinda like if you saw a shooting star; it was awesome to see it once, even better to see it twice.

Park's usual sly smirk curved his lips. "And fancy meeting you as well, Miss Davis." His eyes couldn't help but glance her over before inhaling sharply then exhaling for dramatic affect. Park knew that Brooke was no stranger to his antics, which made it even more fun on his behalf. Something told him though that Brooke wasn't going to believe it to be that much fun, but who cared?

Not only was Brooke easy to look at, she was pretty smart as well which made being paired up with her look better and better in Park's eyes. Park definitely wasn't dumb either though, so he figured from an academic stand-point the two had nothing to worry about. Perfect. So if they had nothing to worry about academically... Park stopped himself. This was ridiculous. He didn't even really want Brooke as bad as many of the other guys did, he just thought she was attractive- which, who didn't? Not only that, but Natalie now went to Belmont. Even though Natalie had made it quite obvious that she had not started attending Belmont for anything Park-related at all, he couldn't help but hold on to that. Who would he look like if he continued to sleep around and fool with other girls with Natalie Windsor went to his very own school! Natalie was keeping him in check and she didn't even know it. Park inwardly was gracious that Natalie didn't quite know the power she had over him.