Brooke James sighed as she slowly headed towards her fourth period Algebra class. Tree Hill High was a small enough school to mix honor students with level one math students. The only difference was that the honor students got more credits and more work. The class never itself never bothered Brooke, it was the fact that her know it all younger sister Haley was in the class. They were Irish twins, only nine months apart. Their parents thought it would be best for both girls to be in the same grade because they figured they could help each other out from time to time. But they were wrong.

She sighed as she took her seat at the back of the room. The class started to fill up eventually as the bell rang. The teacher, Mrs. Mason stood in front of the room and quieted the class down.

"Alright class, can anyone tell me what the equation on the board is?" She asked, as she pointed to the equation behind her.

The Jocks looked at each other like it was in a different language, Brooke rolled her eyes and took out her nail file, and other students looked out the window in hopes of avoiding the question.

The petite brown haired girl in the front raised her hand. "It's the quadratic formula." She said with a smile.

Mrs. Mason smiled. She could always count on Haley. At times she felt bad because she was one of the few honor students in the whole class. "That's right Haley."

Brooke rolled her eyes. "It's the quadratic formula," she mimicked as she raised her hand. "Excuse me teacher lady? Sorry, but when are we EVER going to use that formula? I'm never going to use that once I get out of High School. No one is going to put a gun to my head and say 'what's the quadratic formula, bitch?' So why don't you just give us all A's and we can call it a day." She said, flashing her famous Brooke James smile.

The jocks in the back cheered as Mrs. Mason sighed. "Ms. James, if I were going to give out grades judged solely on something like attendance or even effort, you would still get an F. Now I suggest you watch your mouth and pay attention if you want to pass this class."

Brooke went a shade of magenta as Mrs. Mason continued teaching.

"She said what?" Peyton Sawyer laughed as her best friend told her what happened in Math. They sat down at their lunch table with a few other cheerleaders from the squad.

Brooke went on with the story as Lucas sat down next to her.

"So she basically called me stupid in front of the whole class. Who does she think she is!" Brooke complained as Lucas laughed.

"Who called you stupid?" He asked as Brooke groaned.

Peyton laughed. "Mrs. Mason. Brooke said that everyone should get A's and she said if she gave grades based on effort or attendance Brooke would be getting an F."

Lucas held in a laugh as Brooke hit him in the arm. He shot a quick glance at Haley, who was sitting alone and got up.

"Well ladies don't miss me too much. I'm gonna go sit with Haley today."

Brooke looked at him as he got up. He shrugged and walked away. She sighed as she watched her boyfriend sit down next to her sister.

Haley look surprised as Lucas sat down. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"

Lucas smiled. "Today is Haley day," he said as Haley raised her eyebrows.

"I wasn't aware there was a whole day devoted to me." She said with a laugh.

"Well I figured I would switch off sitting with you and Brooke. I mean we still are best friends, right?" He asked in a somewhat serious tone.

Haley nodded. "Uh, yeah, I think. Wait, you're not sitting here because I'm alone right? Because I'm really not. I have the wonderful world of History to accompany me." She said as she held up her textbook.

Lucas laughed. "Just shut up and eat."