Phoenix

This story is based loosely on a Korean drama series 'Phoenix'. I hope I do it justice with my writing.

Disclaimer: I do not own OTH, not the characters, not the story, nothing.

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Brooke Davis was rich.

Ok, technically, her dad's rich. But on his Ferrari, with the car's top down and the wind blowing her hair in a way that only works in television commercials, the whole world was hers.

She had just gotten her license the day before and her dad caved in and let her use the newest installment to his collection.

Brooke saw that her petrol was running low and decided to make a quick right turn to the nearest petrol station. Unfortunately, she asserted on the accelerator a bit too hard and the next thing she knew, the Ferrari was headed directly towards the worker's lounge of the station. The car rammed in, crushing the wall of the lounge and only stopped after pushing a desk within the lounge for a few meters.

Brooke was too dazed for awhile to move.

A guy emerged from behind the moved desk. It was a miracle that he was not even the slightest bit hurt from the force. He saw the very dazed Brooke and ran to her side of the car, praying that she was not hurt.

"Are you okay?" the guy asked, while trying to open her door.

But Brooke got to her door first and pushed it open, banging his legs with the door. She ran towards the front of the car.

"My dad is gonna KILL me!" Brooke cried, barely noticing that she had just caused the guy some serious pain.

"Excuse me? You just rammed into the lounge, almost killing me and THEN you hit me with you door and you are screaming because of a stupid CAR?"

"Well, you're standing just fine, aren't you?"

"You're just a spoilt bitch."

"You're just not even worth talking to, PUMP ATTENDANT. End of conversation." Brooke said simply. Then she turned back to pay full attention to her car.

"Maybe your dad was too busy buying you nice cars to teach you some manners." The guy came towards her and slapped her on the right cheek. "Here, I'll do him a favor." And with that, the guy walked out.

"You freakin…," Brooke started, but was cut short by the worried screams of someone who just came into the lounge.

"Hello, is anybody hurt? Lucas, are you all right man?" The voice sounded so familiar to Brooke.

"Jake?" Brooke asked.

"Brooke? It's you? Shit girl, you just got your license yesterday and you decide to put my station out of business?"

"Jake! Thank god you're here. Your ATTENDANT was sooooooo rude to ME." Brooke said, giving her friend her best pout.

"You rammed into the lounge and almost killed him Brooke. He should be a bit rude to you."

But Brooke was still giving him the POUT. Jake sighed.

"Okay, I'll talk to him, alright?"

Brooke was still pouting.

"I'll cut half his pay for this month okay?"

"Just half?"

"The guy has got to eat, Brooke. You find yourself a chair and just gather yourself up for a bit okay? I'm going to talk to him."

"Thanks Jake. Have I told you lately that I love you?"

"Every time, Brooke."

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"You slapped her!"

"She was rude to me."

"She's Brooke Davis. Brooke DAVIS. Her dad's James DAVIS. As in the person who basically owns this town. Of all the girls you could have slapped, you chose her?"

"So she gets to do anything she likes just cause her daddy's some kinda rich, fat guy?"

"Yes, Lucas. She gets to do anything coz her dad is one heck of a rich guy. Wake up, you're living in the real world."

"Oh, and Lucas, if Brooke were to talk to you about some pay cut, just keep quiet."

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Brooke saw Jake talking to the idiot through the window she was facing. She knew that Jake was not going to cut the idiot's pay. Jake was too kind to do that. So she had to do something to get back at the idiot.

Her eyes fell on a bag that she was sure belonged to him. Jake surely had more taste than that, Brooke thought as she picked up the ugly, blue, bag that was supposed to be thrown out many, many years ago.

Pretty juvenile, but it was the only way she could think of than to get back at him. So she left that station with the ugly bag in tow.

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Sorry if I didn't get Brooke's dad's name right. Don't know what it is.