Ok, so I have two other OTH stories that I've started...Strings Attached is so far on the backburner I can't even see it...who knows, maybe I'll reread it one day and continue. And Something Crazy is sort of undergoing a make-over on my laptop (don't worry, you readers will like). But...I was listening to Savage Garden's greatest hits and the song titled Crash and Burn started forming this plot bunny inside my head and it just kept hopping around until I gave in and started writing it down. So listen to the song, kids. Oh! quarter ends 11/21 and I don't go back until 1/7...so I sense some time to lounge and write in the near future.

Ok, so on to the details you'll need to know before reading the first chapter:

REALLY AU!

Dan Davis is Mayor of Tree Hill...is married to Deb and they have four kids: Jake is 22, Nathan and Rachel are 18(seniors in high school), and Brooke is 17 and a junior in high school.

Keith and Karen Scott are married, they have one son, Lucas Scott, he's a senior in high school.

There is no relation between Keith and Dan...there is history between them, though...you'll have to read to understand. : P

Haley, Skills and Mouth are Luke's best friends.

Peyton is Brooke's best friend.

Bevin is Rachel's best friend.

Tim is Nathan's best friend.

Uh...I think everything will be pretty explainable when you read-on...so as usual, read and review.


Crash and Burn

Chapter One-Same Old, Not So Same Old

Her life wasn't perfect, maybe at one point it had been, but any memories of happiness there might have been, had been swallowed up whole by the constant sadness and turmoil that was her life.

But she was Brooke Davis; Queen Bee of Tree Hill High and the Mayor's daughter, nobody knew about the tears behind her smile.

She stepped cautiously out of her shower and wrapped the dry fresh towel securely around her nude body. While using one hand to keep the towel secure in its place, she used the other to wipe the fog from the long mirror that stretched across the wall above the sink. The brunette took in her appearance; she ran her hand over the left side of her face, the smooth skin of her hand coming in slight contact with the faded bruise. She knew it could easily be hidden with makeup.

She had started wearing make-up at the age of fourteen, not to look beautiful and attract the opposite sex (although, that was a plus), but to hide the bruises that were beat into her on a weekly basis by her father.

She scoffed; if the townspeople only knew the truth about Dan Davis, they'd be forever ashamed that they voted for him to head their small town.

Her eyes met her first day of school outfit and she grinned excitedly, it was perhaps the most exciting thing about the start of a new school year; clothes!

Brooklyn Penelope Davis had been looking forward to this day since the last day of her sophomore year of high school; her first day as a Tree Hill High junior…one year closer to getting the hell out of high school, one year closer to getting the hell out of Tree Hill, but most importantly, one year closer to getting the hell away from controlling father.

She wasn't much for the whole doing the homework and taking the tests, but she had learned long ago that anything that kept her out of the house was a good thing.

"Brooke!" she had jumped at the pounding against her bathroom door but relaxed a little when she recognized the voice as her brother's, Nathan Davis. "Are you almost ready?"

She rolled her eyes, "I'm getting dressed!"

"Well hurry up! I'm not leaving you home alone with dad!"

Her eyes widened; she could have sworn their mother, Deb Davis had mentioned their father, Dan Davis, Mayor of Tree Hill, would be out of town until Friday. "I'll be done in ten minutes, ok?"

She heard him sigh on the other side of the door, "ok."

Ok, so the ten minutes turned into twenty minutes before the three youngest Davis kids had made their way out of the long driveway and on their way to school.

Nathan sped into the parking lot of the school, his brand new sports car not getting nearly as much looks as the three of them as they exited the car.

"You think they'd get tired staring at us by now," Brooke whined.

Rachel smirked, "I for one, never get tired of the attention." She immediately made eye contact with some cute boy across the parking lot, she flipped her hair back, "I'll see you later sibs; I've got things to see and people to do."

Nathan rolled his eyes disgustingly as he accompanied his sister up the steps to the front doors, "so you think you'll make it through the first day of school without the temptation of skipping?"

Brooke grinned, "you know me too well, Natey." she shook her head, sighing overdramatically, "probably not…but I'll get through it. After all, the bad actions of the Mayor's children severely reflect the public's opinion of the mayor." Brooke rolled her eyes, she had all of their father's famous lectures memorized, having heard them at least twice as much as the other Davis children combined.

"Yo Nate Dawg!"

It was Tim, Nathan's best friend and teammate, being followed closely behind what was left of the basketball team after the previous graduation.

Nathan greeted his best friend with a hand grasp and a half-hug, "is it really that hard to just say Nate or Nathan?"

"Now is that any way to treat your best that you haven't seen in two months?"

"Can't say I missed you that much, man."

Tim shook his head, "not cool, dude, not cool."

Nathan laughed, "So how was Texas with your dad?"

"I got just one word for you, yee-haw!"

Brooke chewed her bottom lip, trying to suppress a grin; she gave Tim a comforting pat on the shoulder, "sorry to break it to you, Timmy, but those were probably just horses you were riding." A chorus of laughter filled the group and Brooke shrugged her shoulders, "maybe you'll have better luck next time."

She waved good-bye to the group, heading down the hallway in search of her curly blonde best friend.

She didn't have to search that long.

Peyton Sawyer met her best friend since the age of six in stride down the crowded hallway and linked arms with her, "So you excited B. Davis?"

Brooke put on a sarcastic smile, "well you do know how hours of homework and listening to teachers lecture on information I'll never need just gets me all giddy inside."

"Not to mention the week's worth of detention you're going to get for wearing a strapless shirt." Peyton rolled her eyes at the one of at least a dozen new dress codes that would be implemented into the new school year. "No, girlie, I'm talking about the possibility of you becoming cheer captain."

The brunette scoffed, "it's been almost twenty years since a non-senior was named cheer captain."

Peyton shrugged, "well if the rumors are true, it's come down to either you or Samantha Greg."

"Please do not mention that two-faced, backstabbing bitch's name in front of me."

The warning bell for first period rang and it was met with a load groans by the majority of the student population as they reluctantly slammed their lockers shut and separated from their clusters of friends.

Brooke sighed as she leaned her head against the wall in the back of the classroom; leave it up to the history teacher to skip all the first day of school shit and jump right into teaching.

Her mind drifted from Mr. Walker's nasally voice as she thought about what she should do once school ended for the day.

Definitely a trip to the mall.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a poke in the arm, "Hey." She turned her head and was met with a pair of crystal blue orbs, "the attendance sheet."

She snapped her eyes away from his gaze and harshly pulled the paper from him, "you could've said my name or something instead of attempting to poke me to death."

Lucas raised a brow at the brunette's reaction before turning his body back towards the front of the room.

Brooke instantly regretted her harsh words towards the cute blond but pushed the guilt to the back of her mind. She signed the attendance sheet, passed it on and turned her attention to the front of the room as she tried to actually pay attention to whatever Mr. Walker was rambling on about.

Lucas Scott couldn't help it.

Every chance he got he would slightly turn his gaze to the brunette sitting in the desk next to him. He had heard a lot about Brooke Davis, the whole entire town had heard a lot about her.

Brooke Davis, The Mayor's daughter, all she cared about was the newest fashion trends and partying.

But the minute his gaze had connected with hers, he had felt something pull inside of him and he just couldn't seem to shake it.

She knew he was starring at her, but she was at a loss of reason for why. There couldn't be any new stories about her floating around town, she had spent the last two weeks of summer vacation at home by eight at night. That's right, Brooke Davis hadn't seen a party for two weeks and it was killing her.

Their families used to be close; The Scotts and The Davis'.

Dan and Keith had been best friends since elementary school; they had been neighbors, practically sharing backyards. They were roommates in college, both graduating at the top of their class at Duke University, but somewhere not too long after their college graduation, their friendship had ended.

Nobody knew exactly why.

And although the curiosity of the townspeople was present.

Nobody dared to ask why.

There were stories, most of which seemed to lean in Dan Davis' favor. For that, Lucas was seen as almost an outcast by more than a few of his peers at Tree Hill High.

But he told people he didn't care. Lucas had his friends at the river court, he had his family, he had his grades and he had his writing.

Once realizing he had been starring too long, he turned his attention back to Mr. Walker, tuning in just in time to hear his own name being spoken, "Mr. Scott, you'll be working with Mr. McFadden, Ms. James and…" he scanned his eyes back up the class roster, "Ms. Davis." Mr. Walker began naming off the next group of students, oblivious to the several looks being shared between the four people he had just named.

Brooke and Lucas shared an awkward glance before quickly turning away.

Haley James watched from three seats over, the gaze interaction between her best friend since diaper days and the school's resident stuck up bitch. She finally caught the blonde's gaze and questionably raised a brow for which she got a casual shrug in response.

Marvin "Mouth" McFadden, sat in the front of the class, he too had turned around to his friends when his name was called and found his gaze falling on the intimidating Brooke Davis. She gave him a small smile, causing him to blush and turn back around, suddenly finding great interest in the wood pattern on his desk.


"So how was your first day of school?"

Lucas shrugged, "it was…interesting, I guess you could say."

"How so?" his mother, Karen Scott, questioned.

"Well you know Mr. Walker, right?"

Keith laughed, "That old man is still alive?"

Lucas nodded, "yeah, well, anyway, he put us into groups of four for the whole school year. We're supposed to study together, work on projects together and what not. Anyway, Hales and Mouth are in my group…" he paused, "and Brooke Davis."

The dining room fell silent for a minute before Keith responded, "let's hope she's not like her father."


Nathan shook his head, "I just hope he's good enough to finally put together a solid team."

Rachel rolled her eyes, "it's sad how every season you talk about how this is the year, this the year we're going to make something out of the Ravens basketball team, I hate to break it to you, Nate…but the Ravens are never going to be known for their basketball team."

"You don't know that…from what I've heard, this guy is known for turning around struggling teams."

"Yeah, well, I'll believe it when I see it."

Deb ignored Rachel and Nathan as they bickered across the dining room table and looked straight ahead, Brooke sat there, messing with her food, only taking bites once in a while, "so how was your first day, Brookie?"

"Nothing special."

"That's not what I heard," Rachel turned to her little sister, quickly forgetting the bickering match she was having with her twin brother, "rumor has it, you might be taking over as captain for the squad."

"Brooke! That's fantastic!"

She shrugged, trying to act as if the possibility of becoming Tree Hill High's new cheerleading captain didn't excite her in the least bit, "it's not official, yet." Brooke put on a smile and tried to keep up with her sister's 1000 words per minute explanation of how awesome it would be if her sister made captain.