1 "If looks could kill-"

Brooke Davis entered Tree Hill high school with a smile on her face. Being the new girl in school could be horrifying, but for her it was a piece of cake. She was always the new girl. Four schools in four years, this was nothing new to her. She entered the front office and took a seat in the chair across from the principals desk. She watched as kids passed her without a care in the world. Girls gathered in groups gossiping and laughing. Guys high fived each other and talked as if they had been best friends for ever. That's when she noticed a girl sitting across from her. If looks could kill, you'd be a murderer. The girl was blonde, sketching in an art book. She looked angry. And it was obvious that if Brooke wanted to be her friend it would be almost impossible. She actually kind of scared her.

"Brooke Davis." a man smiled approaching her. He was dark skinned, and much older. It was obvious he was the principal. "Welcome to Tree Hill." he said shaking her hand and motioning for her to follow him to his office. Brooke stood, gathering her purse and her bag and following him. As she closed the door behind her, she glanced at the girl sketching in her book. She looked up at her, rolled her eyes and looked back down at her drawing. "Here's a list of your classes," the man said handing a piece of paper in which Brooke slid into her purse. "Would you like someone to show you around?"

"No, I think I'll be alright." Brooke smiled. "I have a lot of experience in this." she laughed standing up and once again shaking his hand. As she left his office she noticed that the blonde girl was gone. The hallways of the school had cleared now and Brooke walked to the end of the hall and opened the door in which would lead to her first class of the day. Inside she came face to face with a silent classfull of students and a teacher staring at her. "Brooke Davis," she said showing the teacher the list of her classes. "I'm new." she found the first open seat she could in the back of the room and sat down. For some reason, this looked like it was going to be harder than she thought to adapt at this new school. The best she could do is hope for someone to give her a chance and welcome her in their group of friends.

The day ended and the classes went well. Nobody really talked much in her direction, but what could she expect on her first day. As she walked outside and toward her car she noticed the girl she had seen earlier in the office sitting at a table drawing with a tall dark hair guy next to her. Here goes nothing. She approached the table and sat down. "Brooke Davis," she said extending her hand to the girl. "I'm new here."

"Peyton," the girl muttered without even looking up. Brooke glanced at her drawing. It was a black and white sketch of an angry girl walking a mean dog. "What are you looking at?" Peyton asked slamming her art book closed and standing up. Brooke watched as she stormed away from her and into the parking lot.

"Nathan Scott," the guy extended his hand to Brooke smiling. "Dont mind her, she's just an angry chearleader on a rampage." he laughed.

"She's a chearleader?" Brooke asked surprised. "Didn't see that one."

Nathan nodded. "It's a long story."

"Girlfriend?" Brooke smiled.

"Four years." he laughed. "It's a struggle everyday." he said honestly. "Where did you come from?"

"California."

"Welcome to Tree Hill Brooke Davis." Nathan smiled standing up and starting to walk away from her. "Good luck."

"Good luck." Brooke muttered to herself. "Looks like I'm going to need it."

Being home was just about as dissapointing as going to school. The large house was empty as Brooke cracked open a soda and sat down on the couch flipping through channels on the tv. She stopped when she came across the local tree hill station broadcasting a news conference with the captains of the basketball team. Obviously basketball was a big part of Tree Hill. Brooke shut off the tv and decided the mall would make her feel a hundred times better. Hopefully they had some good shopping.

The mall was average. Much smaller than the malls in California, but it was decent. After about an hour of shopping Brooke decided to take a break and get some ice cream in the food court. As she found a table and sat down, she noticed a group of girls sitting across from her. "I can't believe she stayed with him." Brooke heard one of the girls say. "She knows Nathan is cheating on her and it's like she doesnt even care."

Something about the conversation interested Brooke. She watched as the girls talked about Peyton like she was their worst enemy. And she watched as Peyton joined the table ending the conversation. Suddenly the girls were being nice. This probably wasn't the best way to make friends but Brooke decided to make it her business anyway. She approached the table and sat down next to Peyton. "Peyton," she smiled. "I know it's non of my business, and I don't even know you, but while you were up getting food I noticed these girls sitting here talking shit about your relationship with Nathan. No offence or anything ladies, but I think it's kind of rude to judge people when you don't know anything about their relationship."

Peyton looked at the girls and back to Brooke in amazement as Brooke walked away. Quickly she grabbed her bags from the floor and ran after her. "Why did you stick up for me like that?" Peyton yelled turning Brooke around. "What do you want?"

Brooke looked at her confused. "What do you mean? I don't want anything, I just thought you should know."

"Thank you," Peyton smiled. And with that she turned around and left the mall.

School the next morning was different. It was almost as if people instantly knew who Brooke was. Nobody really said anything, but Brooke could tell they were looking at her. She walked through the hallway and sat down in her first class waiting for the teacher to come in. "Brooke Davis right?" a girl with long brown hair asked turning around in her desk.

"Yeah?"

"Haley James." she smiled. "I heard about what happened with Peyton yesterday. I just wanted to tell you thank you."

"Why?" Brooke asked confused. She didnt understand why some other girl would thank her for sticking up for Peyton.

"Peyton has had a lot of trouble over the past couple years. She's been really down latley. She wont talk to anyone, she kind of keeps to herself. She needs someone to stick up for her when she can't." Haley explained. "We're not really friends, but my best friend is Nathan's brother."

Suddenly things seemed more twisted than ever. Everyone in this town had some sort of relation to each other. Weather they were dating, related or enemies. Brooke nodded and watched as the girl turned back around. She wondered what kind of things Haley was talking about when she said bad things happened to Peyton. Soon enough she was sure she'd find out.

Friday came quicker than expected. Brooke stood in front of her mirror dressing herself for the party after the basketball game. She wanted to make a good impression for everyone, and have fun at the same time. She curled the last piece of her hair as she slid into her slinky red dress. "A shot for good luck." she said aloud drowning herself in tequila. "Here goes nothing.

The party was huge. Hosted at non other than Nathan Scott's family mansion. As she entered the house people were everywhere. "Brooke!" Nathan yelled across the room greeting her. "You came." he smiled.

"I came," she laughed. "Nice house. Not quite as nice as mine, but I suppose it'll make for a good party." she joked.

Nathan handed her a cup of beer and led her through the crowed to the kitchen. "Brooke, this is Lucas, Lucas, Brooke." Nathan said introducing her to the blonde standing in front of her. "Lucas is my bastard brother." Nathan joked but she could tell her was serious.

"NIce to meet you." Lucas shook her hand admiring her. "This is my best friend Haley." he said grabbing Haley's arm and pulling hr over.

"We've met," Brooke smiled at Haley. "Hi."

"Hi." Haley responded. The attention suddenly shifted to the doorway wear Peyton entered. She was dressed down wearing a black wife beater and jeans. Her hair was curled and she was smiling. She's pretty when she smiles. Brooke thought to herself.

"Nathan can I talk to you for a second?" Peyton yelled over the music. That's when Brooke realized she was drunk. "Please." she begged. Nathan ignored her as if she wasn't even there. The music stopped as Peyton slammed the door causing the speaker to fall to the ground. "You're an asshole." she yelled storming out of the house.

Nathan walked to the speaker, picked it up and turned the music back on like nothing even happened. Brooke just stood in amazement. "Excuse me," she said pushing passed Lucas and Haley and outside toward Peyton. She watched as her car squeeled down the street and around the corner.

"Stupid bitch," Nathan slurred stumbling out of the house and standing next to Brooke. "At least your here," he said putting his arm around her.

Brooke threw his arm down to his side and walked away. What an ass. She thought. She was going to do everything she could to bring this prick down. And she had pleanty of ways to do it. "Nathan Scott, you have no idea what's coming to you." she smiled.