Him: Polos. Popped collars.

Her: Rock 'n Roll T-shirts. Jeans

Him: Rich family. Trust funds.

Her: Hasn't been home since her junior year in high school. Works at Tric as a waitress.

Him: Big man on campus. Rich, snobby, preppy, asshole friends.

Her: Small group all at college on scholarship "poor".

Him: Loud, outgoing, asshole, jackass, cocky.

Her: Shy, quiet, invisible.

Him: Basketball.

Her: Art

Him: Cambridge, Massachusetts.

Her: Tree Hill, North Carolina.

Him: Frat house.

Her: Dorm.

Him: Senior.

Her: Sophomore.

Him: Harvard University.

Her: Harvard University.

"What are you doing tonight?" Brooke looked up at Haley before continuing to put on her eyeliner. Brooke wasn't like Haley. Some people called Brooke a slut. Haley called her fashionable. They both were right. Brooke had an amazing sense of style, she just wore fashionable outfits that had less clothing to them.

"Just hang out and finish my homework." Haley responded looking up from her book.

"Come on Haley." Brooke whined. "Its only the second week of school. Professors don't expect you to be doing your homework."

"Well Brooke, unlike you I have to study to keep my scholarship." Haley was broke. She was at Harvard because of a scholarship. However Brooke is what you call upper middle class. She wasn't rich like some of the kids at Harvard but she certainly had a few nice cars and a shopping budget that seemed to never end.

"But Haaaaaaaaaaaaley" Brooke protested. "This summer you promised that we would hang out more outside of the room." Brooke and Haley had been assigned randomly as roommates. They were very good friends but walked with different crowds. Brooke was with the group of rich kids right below the 'I-whipe-my-ass-with-benjamins.'

Haley however hung out with a group of kids who were down to earth and kind of ignored. It was a small group and really smart but just kind of looked over.

There was Lucas. This senior liked to read a lot, you could never catch him without a book in hand. His secret talent was basketball. He was good enough to play for any big time college, but hid his skill from the world.

Then there was Jake. Jake played for the Crimson basketball team but wasn't really noticed. He played every now and then but he was only a sophomore and his daddy didn't make a big contribution to the athletic department. Jake was also a musician. He played small clubs in the area. His goal for the year was to play at Tric. Tric was a very up and coming club that all the biggest bands came to play at. Haley also was a waitress here. When bands weren't playing people hung out there and played pool, danced, and got drunk—they also had killer chicken wings.

Did I mention that Haley's group was small? There were a few other that would trickle in every now and then like Jake's sweet and quiet girlfriend, Nikki. But the main players in Haley's life were her best friends Lucas and Jake. Brooke came in no too far after them.

"Please please please please please come with me tonight!" Brooke pressured.

"Fine." Haley gave in picking her book back up and continuing to read.

"But Haley you had prom—" Brooke stopped shocked "Did you just say yes?"

"Don't get used to it. I just figure it will be best to do it now." Haley explained. "And after tonight, you can't hold me to that promise anymore."

Brooke smiled slyly and just clapped her hands, "Now let's get you dressed."