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Chapter 1

7:00 PM

I don't ever lose things. Ever. I'm Tutor Girl. Reliable, Dependable. I keep good track of my stuff. Thats why this is so crazy because this isn't just some random thing that I lost. It was my rainbow notebook. Yeah sure I would probably be worried if it was my phone or keys that I lost but I know that they would show up eventually. Plus my phone and my keys don't have the potential to COMPLETELY RUIN MY LIFE

"Will you stop pacing" My best friend Peyton Sawyer asks "It's making me dizzy" She groans.

I turn around and glare at her. She's just staring at me like I'm acting crazy. Which I am. I know that. She turns back around and goes back to looking through my CD collection. Peyton's all judgey about music. It's actually how we became friends freshman year, our lockers are right beside each other and one day I noticed Jimmy Eat World concert tickets taped in her locker and I said 'hey that's a pretty kickass band' and from then on we were pretty much inseparable. Who knew making friends was so easy?

Peyton finally picks a CD and puts it in the player, she looks at me expectantly. I stop pacing and sigh. "I lost something super important and I'm trying to think of where I put it"

By super important I mean EXTREMELY important. This notebook wasn't just any notebook. I bought it the summer after grade eight, right before my family moved here to Tree Hill. It's a notebook that kind of contains all my secrets. Things I wish I could do, things I wish I could say to certain people. Things I'm scared to do. It started off innocent enough like "french kiss a boy" or "join cheerleading" which I have now french kissed a boy and I'm on the cheerleading squad, so no worries there but there are personal things in that book. Things that no one can know.

Peyton interrupts my thoughts when she started waving her hand in my face. "hmmmm. What?" I ask still kind of dazed out. Where the hell could it be?

"What did you lose?" She asked.

"A notebook" I said looking under my bed. I rarely ever take it out of my room. That's how embarrassing this notebook is. If someone else saw my notebook, if he saw my notebook I'm pretty sure I would die from embarrassment, or ask my parents to transfer me somewhere that was far far away. They're travelling most of the time anyway, I'm sure they could replace Tree Hill with Canada or Argentina or something.

"Oh your science notebook?" She asks as she's scrolling through her phone.

"Nope." I say as I move from my bed to my dresser and start pulling everything out.

"Math?" She tries.

Before I can answer my other best friend Brooke Davis comes bouncing up the stairs. She never uses the doorbell. She just barges in like she owns the place. I don't mind it all that much if I'm being honest.

"Woah, what happened in here?" She asks as she stops at the door. By now all my clothes that were previously in my dresser are all over my room. Shock is apparent on her face. She's never seen my room messier than my bed unmade and that was just because we decided to go for breakfast before I could make it.

I ignore here and move to my closet and start throwing clothes out of my closet. I hear Peyton answer for me "She's looking for a notebook"

"Oooooooh" Brooke says "You're english notebook?" She asks. Naturally because I'm Tutor Girl they both assume that I'm looking for a notebook for school. If only.

"No, it's not a notebook for school" I say as I keep looking through my closet. I groan. It's not in there.

"Well maybe you accidentally left it at Nath-"

I cut her off "DON'T SAY HIS NAME" I explode.

Brooke holds her hands up in mock surrender "I'm sorry" She apologizes. "I just thought that you guys only broke up two weeks ago and haven't given each other back your stuff yet"

I take a second to calm down then look at her and say "I know and I'm sorry. I just, this notebook I would have NEVER taken there and I also know for a fact that I've written in it since our break up"

They both nod and I go back to searching, Brooke changes the subject "Damien told me that Vegas is totally into you Tutor Girl, I think you should go for it. At least for a rebound. OOOOOH maybe we could double! Me and Damien, you and Vegas. It's totally perfect!" I hear Peyton snort.

"Brooke, I remember you saying that about two specific Scott brothers not too long ago" Peyton says in a teasing tone.

I cringe, even after 8 months it's still too soon.

"AND WHOSE FAULT IS THAT" Brooke exclaims. Brooke and Lucas started dating Freshman year of high school, she was totally in love with him but four months after me and he who shall not be named started dating Brooke and Lucas were having some trouble in their relationship. They decided to 'take a break', you know Ross and Rachel style. Brooke locked herself in her room and ate a lot of cookie dough ice cream, Lucas went out and started sleeping with random bimbos. One night a very drunk Peyton was one of those random bimbos.

When Brooke found out she stopped talking to both of them. At the time it was easy for me to separate myself from the drama, I would sit with him at lunch and then hang out with each of them at different times. They didn't speak for a whole 8 months...that is until he broke up with me. I forced them too. I told them they could hate each other until hell froze over but I needed my best friends.

"Whatever." Brooke says, calmed down now. "Back to Damien" Damien was Brooke's hookup buddy. She's convinced herself that it's a relationship but he only calls her when he wants her to hide his pot or when he wants sex. Sometimes if he can't reach her, he will call me because we're usually together.

"No Brooke" I sigh "He hasn't called"

"Oh! Well maybe I should call him. I mean just incase he tried to call and I wasn't getting any service"

I look at her like she has three heads. I'm about to tell her not to call him when Peyton grabs her phone.

"Hey give it back!" Brooke says reaching out for her phone. Peyton sticks her tongue out at Brooke and hands it back to her. I'm still trying to think of where my notebook could be.

"So I heard that Sarah and Nathan are hooking up" Brooke says slowly. Almost cautiously as if I will combust at her words. I'm not surprised though, next to Brooke, Sarah is the prettiest girl at our school, of course Nathan would move on to her. I so don't care.

"Well that doesn't surprise me. Our relationship meant nothing to him. He did the worst thing you could possibly do to someone to me."

Brooke was about to protest but I glared at her and she decided it was better to keep quiet.

"Owens pissed at you too. For outing the 323's on Tree Hill Tools." I groan. The 323's is this dumb secret society that most of the jocks are apart of in our school. It was supposed to unite the football players, basketball players and baseball players. Legend has it that once upon a time those three sports were complete rival sports and even if you wanted to play on two of the teams or all three you still had to pick one. That is until the three captains got drunk at party and bragged about how many girls they slept with. It was 23 between the three on them. And thus started the brotherhood of the century. Now it's mandatory for all varsity jocks even though there is still an initiation process.

"I didn't say anything that wasn't true" Well mostly. Tree Hill Tools is a website that my sister Taylor made after she caught her boyfriend cheating on her. It's kind of like Facebook where every guy has a profile and you can go and comment about them. It's actually quite brilliant. I had spent hours coming up with the perfect thing to write on Nathan's after we broke up. Something that wasn't too bitter but also was bitter enough. I wrote that he got the answers to his world history exam from the 323's and cheated. And also that he was really bad in bed. The last part was a lie.

I just shrugged. Whatever, so they were pissed, in less than a year I wouldn't have to deal with this bullshit anyways. I would be far far away at Stanford.

"No H. James. You outed the 323's, this is bad stuff. Damian said that Owen wants revenge."

Owen was the president of the 323's. He took it a little too seriously if you ask me.

"Brooke. I'm serious. I'm not worried. What's the worst they could do to me?" I ask.

Brooke sighs "Damien told me that Nathan didn't get into Brown because of what you wrote on Tree Hill Tools. It's bad Tutor Girl. Owens out for blood"

"I DIDN'T WRITE ANYTHING THAT WASN'T TRUE!" I exclaim. Peyton rushed over to me and puts her arm around my shoulder to calm me down.

"We know Hales. We know." She coos.

By the time Peyton calmed me down Brooke was staring at herself in the mirror holding her hands on her boobs.

"Are my boobs crooked?" She asks. "I think my boobs are cooked."

Peyton looks at her like she's insane. "Your boobs are not crooked Brooke" she says seriously "even if they were I don't think anyone would notice."

"Easy for you to say flat chest Franny. You don't have to worry about crooked boobs."

Peyton reached out and smacked her on the arm playfully.

"I'm just saying if you're boobs are too small you can get them enhanced, if they're too droopy you can get them lifted but what about if they're crooked? Ooooh there should be like a boob straightening operation" Brooke smiled a huge smile like she was proud she came up with that.

I sigh. Where the hell is my notebook? Before I can respond to Brooke's boob dilemma my phone rings. I look at it. It's a number I don't recognize.

"Is it Damian?" Brooke asks excitedly. I shrug and answer it.

"Hello?" I answer, I immediately hear loud music in the background.

"Hi-hi Haley?" I can't make out to it is.

"Who is this? I can barely hear you." I say.

"Haley you need to come to put on something sexy and come to Tric. You need to be here in 45 minutes." Tric was a night club in the town over that was notorious for not IDing. It took about 20 minutes to get there.

I must of heard them wrong. Maybe this was Damian asking for Brooke.

"Who is this?" I ask again.

The person on the other line ignores my question. I can barely head them over the music in the background "Haley don't ask questions. Just do it." I didn't like how bossy this guy was being.

"Who the hell is this?" I exclaim. I look over and Brooke and Peyton who are staring at me intently. I can tell they want to know what's going on just as badly as I do.

All of a sudden the music gets quieter and quieter. "Hales, you just have to do it" and that's when I know who it is. As soon as my nickname was uttered I knew it was Nathan Scott. The guy who shattered my hearts two weeks ago.

"Who is this?" I ask again. Even though I already know it's Nathan.

I can hear him sigh "It's Nathan Haley. You have to get to Tric."

"WHY WOULD I DO A DAMN THING YOU SAY NATHAN?" I scream over the phone. I see Brooke wince at how loud I'm being.

"Because the 323's are here." I roll my eyes. Like that would make me do anything, I could care less about the 323's. "And they have your rainbow note book." Then the line went dead.