"Ready to party Whore?" Rachel said standing outside the bathroom door.

"Absolutely." Brooke said with a smile.

Brooke was fake and she knew it. She had seen them again. Lucas and Peyton that is. Her Broody and her Girly. Now known as Lying Ass and Backstabbing Bitch. And they were making out. Basically having sex right in front of her. Just the thought of it made her sick to her stomach. He said he loved her. Wanted her. She was his everything. Not anymore, no, now he loved Peyton, and didn't care if Brooke was alive or dead.

"Okay. Let's go." Brooke said. Rachel was looking at her funny, but she brushed it off. There was a party at some random house tonight. And just like every other night, Brooke was only there to get wrecked, and have some fun.

"Is she alright?" Nathan asked Haley.

"I guess she needs to deal and this is the only way she knows how." Haley answered sadly. Brooke was dancing on a table. How did she even balance with heels that high? She moved around to the pumping beat that was sending vibrations through the house. Giving about 20 boys a clear view up her skirt. There was only a 50 percent chance she was actually wearing underwear. 'Yeah, good old drunk Brooke is back' Haley thought. Brooke had stopped hanging out with them all. She only partied with Rachel. And Haley had heard they were living together too. That couldn't be good.

There were guys all over her. Touching her thighs, grabbing her ass, and she loved it. She let herself sink into the music and blocked everything else out. She just wanted to forget the past year and enjoy the male-attention. It meant she was still hot. Not broken.

"Hey Slut! Over here" One guy called as he passed her another drink.

Brooke grabbed it and chugged the whole thing down. And Nathan and Haley just watched. This girl was different than the cheery Brooke they knew. She wasn't hot. She was broken. Brooke reached down and pulled at the bottom of her top. She threw it over her head and Nathan knew it was time to do something.

"Okay Brooke! Time to go." He said awkwardly as he pulled her over his shoulder.

"Oh Nate." Brooke slurred. "Won't Tutor Wife be mad?"

Nathan laughed. The situation was serious, but she was still funny.

"Well at least you didn't tell her you were in love with me." He said a little too loud as he passed Lucas and Peyton, who were hooking up.

Lucas looked up and rolled his eyes at Nathan, while Peyton just glared at him.

"We're not to blame if she's a drunk slut." Peyton said quietly as they kissed again.

Nathan carried Brooke out to the front lawn. It was basically empty so he figured they would be alright. He had told Haley where he was going and she knew what he had to do.

"Brooke?" He said quietly.

"Mmhmm." She mumbled. Tears were pooling in her eyes.

"Tell me anything." He said.

"I can't do this anymore. It's too much. He has no idea what he's putting me through. It hurts Nate. It always hurts. And I only have myself to blame. Because I was never good enough. Never smart enough, or deep or emotional. Never sexy to him. Now guys have to be drunk and see me with my top off to think I'm hot. But they're just horny and I'm just an easy slut." She whispered as Haley and Nathan put her in their car.