My name Sadie. I had an idea for a story and my friend suggested I posted it on this site. This is a prologue. Lucas will be in the next chaper, if people would like to read more. I hope you enjoy, sorry if there are any errors. :)

There were a few things that everyone knew about Brooke Davis.

Number 1- She was completely crazy; some would say certifiable. One look at her record and you would wonder why she wasn't in jail or in a mental institution. But one look at the tabloids, and you would know why she still walked the streets of Manhattan in her Gucci heels. She came from one of the top five richest families on the east coast. Being a Davis was a privilege. Everyone knew that.

Number 2- In the Davis family, she was the blackest sheep. Richard and Victoria had three children: Rebecca, Nathan and Brooke. While they didn't have the closest family, there were certain favorites. Rebecca was the first born: Richard's little girl and Victoria's mini me. There wasn't anything she could do wrong. Then Nathan was born after his sister; he was Richard's prodigy and Victoria's momma's boy. But then there came Brooke, the youngest of the clan. It would be accurate to include the word mistake in her description. Apparently, Victoria's birth control wasn't a hundred percent effective. But this wasn't a secret. While being a Davis was definitely a privilege, being Brooke Davis was a curse. And everyone knew that.

Number 3- Brooke Davis was a hopeless cause.

So no one, not even herself, was surprised that she had woken up in a cramp, cold jail cell. But then again, the four walls were nothing new to her. A hangover ravaged her tiny body: head throbbing, aching muscles, and blistering fever. It was mornings like these that made her want to give up her addiction- a mixture of alcohol and cocaine. But by the evening, this concoction would ultimately be her savior.

"Brooke Davis."

The name was said with utmost respect. While she might be the outcast socialite of New York, she was still powerful. Her last name opened a lot of doors, including her current jail cell.

"The charges have been dropped."

"But John…" Brooke mumbled from her seat. "He's in LA."

The guard shook his head, "Not your lawyer… Miss James is here."

"Wait," Brooke grunted in confusion.

It was typical of John to come bail her out; he was the Davis family lawyer after all. But he was in LA with Brooke's father, something about business…blah, blah, blah. Brooke didn't care. She never did. Her father didn't bother to interfere in her life, and she didn't his.

But Haley James? Last she heard "Miss James" was in North Carolina with her brother, Nathan Davis, no doubt living in sin. As far as she knew, they were a "perfect couple". Nathan was co-captain of the basketball team while Haley was sure to snag the honor of Magna Cum Laude. The thought of them made Brooke want to gag. Relationships were at the top of Brooke's "Don't Do" list. But if Haley wanted to bail her out, then she would try to be polite before asking intrusive questions.

"Haley," Brooke sighed as she walked into the waiting area. She rubbed her temples, trying to relieve her stress. "Thank God you came. I thought I was going to be stuck in here all fucking day. What are you doing in…"

"Don't thank me, Brooke."

"Look Haley, I know I'm not always the nicest person…"

"No," she looked down at her hands, "Nathan's here."

Brooke's eyes widened, "No, he's at Duke. Actually, you're supposed to be with him."

"He's out in the car. He… umm… didn't think it was a good idea to come in."

With that one simple sentence, Brooke lost total of her body. Her heartbeat increased to a rapid pace, which resulted in shallow, rapid breaths. The palms of her hands moistened. Was she overreacting? No, not when it came to Nathan Davis. He was never pleased with her choices.

But besides the physiological changes, her appearance did not waver. It was a skill she had developed over countless years of failing. She had a tough guard, one that had never failed her.

Pushing her hair behind her ears, she smiled. A bright smile that had no meaning at all, "We shouldn't keep him waiting."

Brooke pushed past Haley, who was currently showing signs discomfort. This discomfort existed because she had witnessed many battles fought between the siblings. Nathan was constantly trying to save his baby sister from herself. Brooke was always trying to push him away.

It was Haley, who tried to intervene and control the arguments. While she felt loyalty to her boyfriend, she felt a need to defend the girl who was never given a chance. She had a front view at the torture the young brunette went through. Between her parents and the media, she never had a break.

There was a black BMW parked in the back of the police station, typically not standard procedure for the average citizen. A large bribe bought them privacy from the paparazzi, while a small dip into the Davis' fortune bought Nathan a fancy car. Brooke squinted, trying to make out the figure in the driver's seat but the windows were too tinted. She could hear Haley's footsteps behind her when she made it to the backseat door. Without hesitation, she slid into the vehicle effortlessly. Haley followed, muttering to herself a little prayer.

"Wow, Nate! Nice car. You know it's my birthday soon. I wouldn't mind having something like this."

Nathan revved the engine before backing out of the small parking space at a quick pace. And before anyone could breath, he pulled out onto the busy street at a faster pace. Haley continued to mutter to herself while putting her seatbelt on.

"So, what are you doing back?" Brooke asked while enjoying the thrill of his speed. If he was trying to scare her, it wasn't working.

Nothing but silence.

Brooke leaned forward, pushing her body between Haley and Nathan's seats. He had a pair of dark sunglasses on that had no purpose in a car this tinted. His scare jaw was tight, enough to make any sane person retreat but not Brooke Davis.

"You should slow down Nate. You're going to give your girlfriend a heart attack."

Haley turned her face slightly, allowing her to look at Brooke and the road at the same time. "Put your seatbelt on. Or you might not live to see your 18th birthday."

"Why?" Brooke looked at her brother's shoulder, "He isn't wearing his."

"Sit back," a stern voice commanded. "Sit back, and don't talk."

She thought about changeling him; any type of conformity hindered her self-image. But she obliged when he started to merge on to the highway. His foot pressed against the sensitive gas petal. Out of the corner of her eye, Haley saw the speedometer.

"Nathan, slow down," she whispered.

Brooke rolled her eyes as Nathan's foot let off the gas.

He frowned as he heard the pleading in her voice, "Sorry."

There was about ten minutes of silence. Nathan weaved in and out of traffic at a slower pace. From time to time, he'd reach over to Haley's leg and give it a gentle squeeze. With the sight of their affection, Brooke's gag reflex was going into overdrive. How had Haley, the small town girl, tamed the notorious Nathan Davis? It was absolutely disgusting the power she had over him.

Brooke turned her head out the back window as the exit sign flashed past her. 'Wait, he passed the exit,' she thought to herself.

"Nathan you missed the exit," Brooke stated with some irritation. "I mean, I know you're living in North Carolina but come on."

He didn't move. The car stayed at a steady pace in the fast lane.

"Nathan?"

"You're not going back to your apartment." He voice sounded disconnected from any type of emotion. It had a clearly different tone from his apology to Haley.

"What?"

Again, nothing.

Haley rested her head in her hands. Officially knowing, that all hell was about to break loose.

"Ok, I'll play your stupid games. Where am I going then?"

Without moving his eyes from the road, he pulled a folder out from between the seat and the arm rest. He tossed it behind him, landing perfectly on her lap.

Curiosity got the best of her. She opened the folder, pulling out a plane ticket. "No!"

"Yes!" He screamed back. "You choose to act like a five year old then I'll treat you like one! Do you know what it was like to wake up to news reports saying you were in a jail again? Do you know what the fuck you put me through today…everyday?"

"Ah, how refreshing... I forgot that Davis' only care about themselves," she spat sarcastically.

It didn't take long for Nathan to put his foot on the petal with full force again. "You're calling me selfish? You don't even value your own life. You toss it around waiting for it to end at any moment!"

"Nathan…" Haley added, holding the arm rest. Her knuckles were white.

"No, I just live! You don't! You think because you're a basketball player, and a member of some lame fraternity that you have a life but you don't. You'll do anything to be Robert's perfect son!"

The speedometer rose- 100…110… 120…

"NATHAN STOP!" Haley screamed. The arguing stopped as the Davis' took in Haley's figure. She was pure green, with sweat beads dripping down her face. Clearly, she was having a case of motion sickness. "I'm going to throw up."

Without missing a beat, Nathan pulled into the far right lane. Slowing down just as Haley started to vomit in the vehicle. With one hand, he flipped on his hazards and pulled onto the shoulder of the road. In less than five strides, he was on the passenger's side of the car. He opened the door, allowing her to continue throwing up on the side walk. His hand grazed her back.

Brooke felt a little green at that moment, sure the smell of Haley's lunch in the front seat, and now the side of the road, didn't help. But it was the way he was around her. Affection, loving, caring…. three things she was sure she would never find.

"North Carolina…" Brooke stared at the ticket. She leaned her head against the window, "Fuck my life."