I, sadly, don't own anything except maybe the storyline.

This is the first story I've ever had the courage to put on here! All reviews are appreciated, good and bad, and I'll try and take in everything y'all say so that hopefully, I can become a super spiffy writer!

P.S: Don't ask my about the title because I don't think it really has anything to do with the story... it might do though... I dunno, I'm talking bull balonie.

"Brooke! Brooke, will you just stop for two minutes?" Peyton Sawyer ran to catch up with her former best friend. Her curly blonde hair bounced lightly with every step she took. Eventually she caught up with Brooke and grabbed her arm, spinning her around to face her. "I'm sorry!" She said, her eyes full of sorrow and regret.

Brooke glared at her. How dare she be the one trying to get sympathy! "Save it Sawyer," she said in a cold tone. "I don't wanna hear what you have to say." She span around and continued to walk back to class. Peyton followed.

"I'm not going to keep apologising forever Brooke!" She yelled.

And with that comment, Brooke died a little inside. She was really going to lose her best friend, and the worst thing was that with two words she could save herself from ever being alone again. By just saying "It's ok". But she couldn't do it. Peyton and Lucas had betrayed her and she'd promised herself she'd never get hurt again. So she continued walking. Walking away from the only person who'd ever understood her.

And the whole school watched her walk. They were all thinking the same thing.

She deserves everything she gets...

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Since the "incident" Lucas and Peyton did their best to avoid each other, deciding that maybe if they kept any contact between them minimal, that Peyton would stand a chance of getting her best friend back. With that thought now broken, Peyton and Lucas met up at Karen's Café.

"I just don't know what else to say to her Lucas! I hurt her so much." Peyton's thin fingers grasped her coffee cup as she absentmindedly swilled the now cold liquid around in her mug. "How could I have done that to her?" She looked up at Lucas. "How could we have done that?"

Lucas sighed. "Because we're idiots." He joked badly. "She'll come around soon."

"But what if she doesn't? Lucas I don't know what I'd do without her. She's my best friend in the whole world."

"I don't know what to say"

Peyton shrugged. "So, how's Basketball?" She said, attempting to change the subject.

"Pretty much the same as always." He laughed. "I run around and throw balls about and – "he was interrupted by the sound of Peyton's laugh, filling the café. He looked at her curiously. "What's so funny?" He asked.

"Nothing... it's just... you said you throw balls about." She managed to splutter out.

Lucas held back his own laughter. "Mature Peyt, very Mature." He said, before starting to laugh as well. That's when the bell above the door signalled the arrival of a customer entering. Peyton and Lucas looked up, both chuckling slightly, but their smiles faded when they saw who was there.

"Cosy, are we?" Brooke asked, sarcastically. "Don't let me interrupt."

"Brooke, it's not what it looks like." Lucas said, standing up from his chair. Peyton stood too, looking at her friend in horror.

"Save it, Stud." She said shrugging her shoulders and making her long hair gently fall behind her back. "We don't go out anymore, remember? Not my business." Her head was telling her to leave right now, but her heart was telling her to stay. Not one to follow her heads good advice she stood and waited for her ex friend and ex boyfriend to say something.

"We were just talking. About you actually." Peyton said. She glanced over at Lucas, who had a confused look on his face. She knew why Brooke was still here, but he didn't, she realised. She knew Brooke so well.

"You were laughing." Said the brunette, a mixture of hurt and amusement in her voice. "Must have been some conversation. 'Remember Brooke? She was a stupid whore wasn't she! Didn't even notice what we were doing right under her nose'" She shouted, doing a very bad impression of one of their voices. Neither Lucas nor Peyton was quite sure whom she was trying to imitate. The rest of the customers had stopped eating and drinking and instead had all their attention focused on the three teenagers who quite obviously were in the middle of some serious drama. They would have laughed at Brooke's poor imitation, but the seriousness of the situation loomed in the air and they barely dared to breath.

"That's not true Brooke and you know it!" Lucas said, his voice rising. "How many more times can we say we're sorry?!"

"As many as you want, it doesn't change anything and it doesn't mean I'm going to forgive you" She spat. "Whatever, you know? I'm out" She turned and left the café.

Lucas and Peyton stood stunned at what had just happened, before Peyton grabbed her coat and left the café too.