I hate everything about you

Why do I love you ? ..

This was deffintley not the kind of music that Brooke Davis would usually be listening to, but hell it was loud. Even with the loud music, her parents loud bantering and screaming could be heard throught out their Southern California house. Who knew what they were fighting about this time, but Brooke knew that this was deffintley one of the last straws in her parents already torn marriage.

In everyones eyes, Brooke had the perfect life. A boyfriend, two bestfriends, the perfect family and everything she could ever want. But everyone was wrong. Nothing in Brooke's life has ever been perfect. Sure Brooke had money but its not like she ever had a family. Brooke, unlike most kids who grew up in California was brought up by money, nannies, anyone besides her "parents". If she could even actually call them that... They were barley around, and if they were they just threw money her way to make shure she wasent in theres.

Her cell phone lit up and slowly started to vibrate, her signature ringtone ascending louder and louder. She pulled her ipod headphones out and flipped it up looking at the picture that was flashing. Chris. Her boyfriend of a year and a half.

"Hey Babe" She said putting on her cheer smile, erasing all her former thoughts of her so called "perfect" life.

"Brookkeeee, babby where is my girlll" Chris slurred, obviously already drunk

"I'm on my way Chris" Brooke sighed, knowing it was going to be a long night. Slipping off her grey gym pants and pulling on her tight low rise jeans."I'm just getting ready now"

"Okayyyy, 'cause Chris Reeally needs his Brooke time" She could almost see the smirk on his face through the phone, knowing what he wanted.

"Okay, I'll be there in 10 minutes" She said before shutting her phone and tossing it on her bed. Slipping on her black halter, brushing out her hair and walking down the stairs. She opened her big black doors and slammed them shut unlocking her black convertable and hopping in. She sped down her quiet street untill she reached her destiniation. Rachel Gatina's beach house. Rachel and Brooke had been friends for many, many years and Rachel was more like a sister to Brooke. They had very similar childhoods, except for the fact that Rachel didn't mind the lack of family. Rachel thought of it as one big party, while Brooke felt unloved. She parked her car in the Gatina garage, and walked into the house. The smell of alchol and sweat met Brooke's nostrils, she grimaced a little at the smell before plastering a fake smile on her face and walking towards the kitchen. In the kitchen there was many people playing various drinking games and others just talking amongst themselves or making-out. Everywhere she looked she could not find Rachel or Chris. She walked on to the make "dance floor" to find Bevin, one of there close friends.

"Bev, have you seen Chris and Rachel?" Brooke yelled over the music.

"Uh... noo.. have you tried outside?" Bevin stumbled over her words, obvious to Brooke that she was lieing.

" Kay, thanks Bev" Brooke said sweetly before making her way through the crowds of people to the backyard. She slid open the glass door and looked around. Seeing two people in the hottub making out, she automaticoly spun her head away, but deciede to look again, because the two people looked awfully familier.

"Oh..My..God" She stuttered out. She stomped towards the hottub. Only to find her boyfriend and her bestfriend making out.

"Brooke, wait. It's not like what it looks like" Chris pleaded

" Oh really ? Cause it looked like my boyfriend and bestfriend, oh wait my EX-boyfriend and by EX-bestfriend were just making out" Brooke yelled, tears now streaming down her face. She swiftly turned around and started to make her way to her car. Struggling to unlock it, she placed her forehead on the top of the car, and started to sob. She could hear faint yells of her name so she hurriedly unlocked her car and got in speeding off forgeting to place on her seatbelt. Visions of Rachel, Chris and her parents kept going through her mind. How much she wanted to get out of California, trying to think of ways she could get out. And finally she realized, Aunt Lydia. She raced home to finally talk to her parents about what they've all been avoiding for the most part of Brooke's life.