Brooke sat in English next to her best friend Rachel trying to drone out Mr. Chavez. School had become utterly boring for her. It also sucked that she had to see Lucas with Peyton every day. They didn't really show PDAs or anything but it still hurt to see them holding hands or whatever.
Ring!
Brooke headed for her car when class ended. "Brooke! Wait! Where are you going?" a familiar voice called out behind her. Brooke turned around to see Lucas trailing her. When she saw Peyton on his arm, Brooke couldn't take it anymore. "I'm getting the hell away from you!" she snapped. Without waiting for a response, Brooke slammed her car door and sped off.
Brooke, in her typical manner, was at a bar, drowning away her sorrows in alcohol as usual. She looked around the room. This was the bar where she had had her first date with Lucas. She felt the blood rushing to her head as all the memories came back. Brooke threw her beer glass against the wall and slumped down to the ground where she started sobbing.
At lunchtime, Rachel went up to Lucas to ask where Brooke was. Lucas said he didn't know but Peyton, being the bitch that she is, said Brooke was 'getting the hell away from them.'
"She's probably at some bar getting drunk and having sex with some random stranger," Peyton said to Rachel, "like she always does."
Rachel, being Brooke's best friend and Peyton's worst enemy, slapped her across the face. Peyton didn't stand still for long though, she got up and punched Rachel in the face. In return, Rachel tackled Peyton to the ground just as Peyton had done to her at Midnight Madness.
The fight went on until Lucas yelled, "Stop!"
"Who? Me or her?" Rachel shrieked.
" Both of you!" screamed Lucas.
" I will as soon as Peyton stops saying Brooke is a whore!" Rachel said as she punched Peyton in the face.
"I will as soon as Rachel stops being a bitch and defending her slut of a best friend!" Peyton replied.
"Look who's talking you backstabbing bitch!" Rachel shrieked.
Lucas, now looking really worried, couldn't hold back any longer. "This is bad for the baby, Peyton!"
Rachel stopped, her fist midair. "Baby?" She was sure this was just some scheme to make her stop fighting Peyton. But after one look at Peyton's face, Rachel knew it was all true. Peyton was pregnant with Lucas's baby and they were trying to keep it a secret from Brooke.