I believe there is a perfect match for everyone. Someone who you can't help but give your whole heart to. The one person you are absolutely sure of, and always seem to go back to.

Brooke Davis was you average high school sophomore. If you can call the youngest ever varsity cheerleading captain, sophomore class president, and most popular girl at Tree Hill High, average. She wasn't just that though. Outside of school most would call her… party-girl Davis, high school slut, or queen Bitch. Not that Brooke cared. She was more than happy with her extravagant life. So what if her parents abandoned her for months at a time, at least they left her gold card.

"Ah, fresh meat." Brooke said to her best friend, Peyton Sawyer, as she sipped her iced coffee slowly.

Peyton and Brooke had been best friends since before they could remember. Although they basically had nothing in common, everything seemed to come easy when it came to their friendship. Brooke hated Peyton's taste in music, and Peyton hated Brooke's taste in boy's.

"Hey baby" a deep voice mumbled from behind them.

"Nathan" Brooke shouted, as she jumped up and wrapped her arms around her tall, and muscular boyfriend.

"Ughh i gotta get out of here" Peyton said as she pretended to vomit.

"See you in class P. Sawyer" Brooke called to her departing friends back.

Brooke turned to look at her boyfriend. Nathan Scott was gorgeaus. He had dark brown hair, and deep brown eyes. He was tall, dark and handsome, everything a girl could want. Although thier relationship wasnt perfect, Brooke couldn't help but smile as she looked into his eyes.

"Nathan" she shrieked, jumping back, and out of his arms. She absolutly hated it when he grabbed her ass in public.

"What the fuck Brooke? I can't show my affection?" he replied, sounding angry

"Not in front of the entire school you bastard." she retorted

"Nice choice in words Brookie" Nathan scowled as he saw the tall blonde male walking past them, eyeing him suspiciously.

"Oh Nathan, grow up, you know damn well i meant nothing by it. Lucas Scott just has shitty timing. C'mon lets go to class." Brooke told him as she grabbed his arm pulling him away from his alleged half-brother. Nathan and Lucas hadn't always been the best of friends. Ask anyone at THH and they would all tell you that they pretty much loathed eachother. Brooke never understood why Nathan gave him such a hard time though. Its not like Lucas had anything Nathan wanted. I mean, when you look at their lives, Nathans seemed more than perfect compared to what Lucas had gone through.

Everyone knew the story of the Scotts. Dan Scott had gotten his high school girlfriend pregnant, and the minute Karen Roe had decided to keep the child Dan had left her. Two months later Dan had also knocked up his college girlfriend, Deb Scott. No one could keep this one out of the mouths of gossipers around the small town. Both women had boys, but Dan Scott was only interested in the life of one, Nathan. As far as he was concerned, Lucas Scott was the biggest mistake he had ever made, and he wanted nothing to do with him. But once both boys had realized thier great potential for the sport they had inherited from their dear old dad, there was no more denying it. Dan Scott had fathered both children, and like it or not, they both exsisted, in a very small town. This was why Nathan Scott hated his brother.