Private Eyes & Public Knowledge!
Summary: Brooke Davis is 26 and runs a private detective angency along with her brother Nathan. She catches cheaters for a living... she was never supposed to become one. But when she met Haley James she broke all her own rules and the rules of others too. Baley! AU!
IF YOU DON'T LIKE GIRL/GIRL I SUGGEST YOU LEAVE! SORRY BUT LEARN TO DEAL OR FIND THE DOOR! I do hope that people will have an open mind though!
A/N: TOTALLY AU! New story from me... i know i know i can hear the groaning from hear. Honestly. I try to entertain and i get groaned and moaned and booed and hissed at. Honestly people let's get some perspective it's not like i'm not going to update my other stories. i will.
GOOD THINGS COME TO THOSE WHO WAIT!
Leafrn to deal. I'm not a fast weriter or updater but i just need inspiration and besides the idea wouldn't go away.
I'm doing you a favour if you think about it... i wrote the idea down, it's out of my head, that means there's room in my head, the more room in my head the my ideas i can come up with for my stories, and then if i have ideas i'll write them and update!
See?
I'm helping you...
Did i convince anyone?
No? Didn't think so. I didn't really expect to.
Anyway...
This is the situation:
Brooke and Nathan Davis are brother and sister.
Brooke is 26 and Nathan is 29. Their parents owned the Davis Detective Angency but they died in a car crash when Brooke was 13 and Nathan 16.
Brooke and Nathan are best friends.
They now run the Davis Detective Agency together.
Haley is married to Lucas and thinks he's having an affair, she goes to Brooke to hire her to find out.
Brooke DID NOT know Haley or Lucas before Haley hired her. Neither did Nathan.
Bevin, Brooke, Skills and Nathan grew up together and they met Jake and Peyton in college.
First chapter's in Brooke's POV for the most part until the last few lines.
A/N 2: Also possibley the longest chapter in the history of ever! And yes it is only the first chapter! I didn't screw up i just didn't stop writing!
And this author's note isn't helping things...
ON WITH THE STORY!
Chapter 1! Welcome To My World (Prologue)
My name is Brooke Davis, I'm 26 years old, I have long brown hair and brown eyes, I hate anchovies and at 12.30am on a Wednesday night I was sitting my parked car across the street from the 'Blue Diamond' Hotel where it was 16 degrees outside. I shuddered and took a sip from my coffee before putting it back in the cup holder and then trying to turn on the heat I sighed.
I was so bored. I remember doing exactly the same thing I was doing then years ago. Bored out of my mind at midnight in a parked car across from a hotel, coffee in hand, camera in reach and geography homework on my lap. I hated geography with a passion and from the 18 of March onwards it hated me. Or rather my teacher did. Mrs Jenson was a cranky middle aged woman who never seemed to have fun or any time for me and the fact I didn't understand the work. I later found out this was because she was too busy organising secret meeting with a man who would later run for mayor of our city. This discovery was made on a night like this. Me, as a seventeen year old sitting in my old second hand car that I'd paid for myself and was proud of trying to work out the answer to the tediously boring and pointless questions we'd been set for homework my Mrs Jenson when I caught sight of my mark and his companion leaving the hotel. They were standing by their cars and I got the mother of all money shots. It was Mrs Jenson making out with a past candidate for senator such an opportunity should be taken as it's given. Quickly and with no remorse. Yes Mrs Jenson definitely hated me, but also passed me in geography after I asked for help with the question she'd set.
Jumping out of the car I'd rushed over to Mrs Jenson with my geography homework in hand and camera around my neck.
"Mrs Jenson." I'd called. She turned and I think I almost gave her a heart attack, her lover too.
"Can you help me with question 6?" I asked shoving the homework in her face.
"I was sitting over there in my car trying to work it out when I spotted you." I said smiling. She was stunned.
"Or rather my good old Nikon did." I added motioning to my camera. She looked at me with her eyes wide and her mouth open in shock, she looked kind of like a fish.
"What a surprise running into you at 12 o clock on a Thursday night? I was just sitting in my car and there you were. You and you're friend. Oh wait I'm sorry husband." I said.
"We're not married." They both exclaimed.
"Really coz your wedding rings beg to differ." I told them feeling very brave.
"What are you doing here Brooke?" Mrs Jenson had asked me then.
"A job of course." I told her. "Some lady called Elizabeth Smith asked me to." And that's when the man next to her went completely white and Mrs Jenson paled too.
"Well I've got to go. Home work to do you know." I said taking my folder back and turning to go. I stopped and looked back.
"I gather you won't mind if I'm late for class tomorrow?" I asked smiling. "I mean I was working. I have to get home. Then I have homework to do and I should get a good's night sleep you know. I guess I'll see you in class."
And then I'd left and driven home. Yes revenge was sweet and blackmail sweeter. But the sweetest thing of all was the A I got in geography that year.
Just as I was about to put my car into drive and leave for the night I saw movement in the doorway of the room I'd been watching all night. A man stood in the doorway and fixed his tie and a woman came into view. I grabbed my camera which I had left on the passenger seat and snapped a couple of shots as the man and woman kissed. A couple more money shots and the man left, the woman waited ten minutes and left too. As she drove off I snapped another photo of her licence plate before following her lead and going home.
Sounds stalker-ish doesn't it? Well it kind of is in some ways. However when you find one of the duo is married it's not that bad, well for me anyway.
The next morning I woke up and grabbed my camera and laptop to see if my midnight money shots would actually hold up under the light of day without me being sleep deprived or wound up on coffee. I looked through them and realised that they're perfect. As I sat there I ran a check on the woman's number plate, as my trusty laptop searched for her name and address I went to the kitchen in search for coffee. Just as I suspected there was some in the pot, nice and warm. I poured myself a mug and begin to pad my way back to my bedroom in my bunny slippers when I saw my phone buzzing on the counter. I grabbed it at read the message from Nathan. I think it was the 20th message he'd sent me.
Hey Brookie.
Just checking in. Hope last night went well.
Any money shots?
How are Floppsy and Moppsy doing?
I looked down at my feet and considered this. For 9 years old my slippers are doing fine. Nathan always teases me about still having them.
Oh by the way if you haven't figured it out i think i may have broken the coffee maker.
I looked down at the coffee in my hand and took a tentitive sip. It was disgusting. Pulling a face i went over to the sink and poured the now brown sludge down the drain.
Sorry. :P
And i'm not sure if the toaster works.
Anyway i'm almost done on the Mackerson case.
Should be home soon.
Nate.
P.S We're out of muffins. Try and fix that can you?
I walked over to the pantry and found that Nathan was right. We were out of muffins. And I found that he ate the last one. When I reached my computer again the search had came back and I found that Miss Midnight Booty Call's real name was Susanne Richmond. I wrote this in black marker on the bottom of her photo and tacked it up on my pin up board. Susanne now joined blonde Elizabeth, brunette Theresa, and raven haired Olivia.
Considering that all these photos had been taken at different motels over the past two weeks I'd say that Mrs Alexander had something to worry about because Mr Alexander seemed to be busy but in an entirely different way than first thought. He was not working late to save money for their anniversary holiday but rather he was screwing anything in a skirt at dodgy looking motels all over the city at late hours.
Aunt Karen rang me then. She and her husband Keith had been family friends for years. She owned the best cafe in our city. Karen's Cafe. I lived for their waffles and would've died without her chocolate muffins. Which I made a mental note I should get more of. Keith was a lawyer and his office was next to me and my brother Nathan's, previously our parent's office. Our parents died in a car crash when I was 13 and Nathan had been 16, they had been killed in a car accident and ever since then and even sometimes before then Karen and Keith had taken care of us. Our parents were often away on business or busy with important cases so Karen used to make sure we had good meals and were going to school when our parents couldn't.
I had Karen leave aside some muffins for me to pick and checked the fridge making a list of everything to buy. I organised an appointment with Mrs Alexander to give her an update and decided to leave the office closed while I did the shopping.
An hour later I had gotten everything on the list and stopped in at Karen's. I went and opened up the office. For the first few hours it was answering phones and telling some guy for the fifth time that no we were not Tony's Pizzeria but instead The Davis Detective Agency. I organised appointments with clients for updates and scheduled appointments for people whose wives and husbands were cheating, whose children were running wild, whose parents were cheating or whose uncle was stealing from the family business.
Nathan had checked in with me and said that his car had broken down and that he was going to be later than expected.
At times he was the obsessive over protective brother, it suited him though and i was glad to have him care.
The phone rang again and it was my best friend Bevin. I'd known her since i was like 5.
"Hey Brooke it's me." She said chirpily. She was always happy and sometimes that got on my nerves but even if i could i'd never change her.
"Hey Bev what's up?" i asked.
"Well i just saw him with her and let me tell you she is as ugly as that funky smelling trippy rug Skills won't throw away. You know the gross one he keeps in his study?" Bevin asked. I laughed, she always could make me better.
"Yeah i know the one." I told her. "It's the one we tried to set on fire to get rid of it but found it's like indestructable or something."
"I know! It's like it's ickyness protects it or something." She told me and i could practically hear her crinkle her nose.
"Well that's an extremely ugly rug." I said.
"And she's an extremely ugly tramp." Bevin tells me matter-of-factly.
"I'm sure Bev." I told her. I know she's trying to make me feel better but talking about him is something i don't want to do.
"She is. And he looks horrible." Bevin told me.
"Bev i saw him yesterday walking in the park with her and they looked pretty happy, making out against a tree in public and everything." I told her and it was true.
"Oh." Bevind said obviously annoyed and not sure what to say.
"It's totally fine Bev, i'm totally fine ok?" i told her.
"Brooke you deserve so much better. If i see him again i'm going to kick him in the nuts." Bevin promised and i laughed. I could tell she was happy to have heard me laugh.
"And her well that little bitch just better watch out. I'll beak her." Bevin told me and i know she could do it. Bevin might look like a sweet little innocent blonde you'd never hurt a fly but believe me if she wanted to she could kill you.
"I know you would. Thanks." I said and i'm suprisingly happy considering the current conversation topic.
"Bye B." She said. "I just wanted to make sure you're ok."
"I know Bev. And i love you for it but really i promise i'm fine." I told her.
"See ya." Bevin said.
"Bye." And i hung up the phone.
It was about 4 pm when a young woman came through the door and requested to speak with a detective.
"You are already." I informed her. "Brooke Davis of Davis Detectives. How can I help?""I think my husband's cheating on me." She told me. Blunt and to the point. I liked that.
"Well come into our main office and I'll see what I can do." I said and we journeyed into the office. I sat in the large comfortable chair behind the desk that for some reason Nathan always seemed to mange to secure. I remind myself to try and fix this before turning to the woman who's taken the seat across from me.
"What's your name?" I asked pulling up a new file on our computer.
"I'm Haley James Scott and I think my husband is having an affair." Haley told me.
"Ok and what makes you think this?" I asked.
"He's always working late but he doesn't have any major projects due, he often smells like women's perfume but it's the kind I hate and never wear, he just hired a new sectary and has now been spending even more time at the office and I've checked our bank account. He's been taking out strange amounts of money but I never see a dime of it." Haley explain.
'Bingo.' I thought. 'We got ourselves a cheater.' However I remained professional and explained that there could be a number of reasons to explain these incidents.
"He's come home with lipstick on his neck once and I've also found women's underwear in the backseat of his car." Haley told me stopping my 'I'm sure your husband loves you, think rationally, your marriage is great, don't be paranoid' speech.
"Well then let's see. What services were you hoping we could supply?" I asked.
"I want you to tail him, photography him, find out who's he's screwing and find a way out of the contract I signed at the beginning of our marriage." Haley said.
"A pre-nup?" I asked.
"In a way. I've cheated on him in the past but I don't think he knows. If we get divorced and go to court his lawyers will drag it all up and I'll have to give him everything. He could even get some of my future earnings." Haley said.
"I'll see what I can do." I told her. We set up to meet again the next day and I head home to change and get organised for work tonight. I have to tail a young man who's recently married my client's daughter. My clients feels her son-in-law is only after money and is cheating on her daughter... who by the way I happen to know is sleeping with their pool boy.
I went home and changed ready to go running. But then my phone buzzed again and a got a text message from Peyton.
Hey B. Davis. P.Sawyer here.
Duh. Caller I.D Peyt. I thought and rolled my eyes.
Just checking in. I ran into Bevin when i was picking
Jenny up from school and she said you saw that
cheating scum bag. Hope he rots in hell. Jenny says
she never liked him and that he smelled funny. Like
cheese and Jake's socks and our attic. I'm pretty sure
that's a bad thing. lol
We love you B. Look out for yourself ok?
We want to keep you around.
Check in later.
Love ya!
xxx-ooo-xxx
I sent her a message back and told her i was fine and demanded to give Jenny a kiss for me before i went on my run.
I love running, it's how I escape. I was on the track team in high school and I try to run once a week. It takes my mind off everything. On my run I tried to think about what I was going to have to do this week. The next meeting with Haley, telling Mrs Alexander the bad news, shadowing Miss Young because a student of hers parents think she might be having an affair with their son, a couple more nights on the case with the mother-in-law from hell, the cheating daughter, barely legal but total hot pool boy and possible cheating husband... The Johnson case. Gotta tell you I'd hate to be Henry Kane if he is cheating, Gloria Johnson does not seem to be a woman you want to cross, I'm assuming her daughter Grace is the same.
I go through what appointments I have and remind myself I hate a doctor's checkup and also to get my hair cut. At this point of my run I stop on a corner and taking my heart rate by putting my index and middle finger to my neck. Breathing heavily as I count in my head I look around and only then realise where I am. I'm standing across the street from my old family home. I shake my head and quickly continue on my way.
I live in the apartment me and Nathan bought with our parent's life insurance money when we were just kids. He now lives in a room above our office that we cleared out. He moved out when I was 21. We both lived in my apartment until he moved out; the apartment building is just down the street from Karen and Keith's. Karen and Keith were our legal guardians and we lived with them for about a year but then me and Nathan decided we shouldn't burden them anymore. Nathan said that he wanted to look after me and step-up, be the man he knew Mum and dad would be proud of, Karen and Keith respected that and helped us find an apartment close to them so we'd be safe and could get them if we needed them. It hurt too much. It hurt to sell it too but we needed to move.
Mum and Dad were high school sweethearts, they met when they were 14 but hated each other for 2 years, when they were sixteen they realised it wasn't hate. It was love. They got together then and were together until they graduated high school. They took a break for about six months, but Dad flew out to New York, where Mum was living and told her he couldn't live without her, she said she couldn't live without him either and had spent every day thinking about him. Dad proposed and he and Mum got married at 20. They travelled around the world and did stupid crazy things and then Mum found out she was pregnant and they decided to move here to raise their family. They moved into our house and we didn't move until they died. It wasn't that we wanted to leave but we couldn't stay because every time single second we were there it hurt.
Too many things reminded us of them.
The front door that Dad painted red the day I came home from the hospital. The small window near the top had a smear of paint over the glass and the doorframe had paint on it too because Dad didn't tape it off.
The tyre swing tied to the big oak tree I noticed is still there but doesn't seem to have been used in a while.
That same tree holding the tyre swing has Penelope & Jonathon surrounded by a love heart carved into its trunk and had since they first bought the house.
The second doorway of the hallway had me and Nathan's height ever since we were born. It had mum and dads' too, but they hadn't changed since they did them when I was 5. My heights were in purple and Nathan's in green.
The scratches on the wooden floor of the back hallway where me and Nathan used to slid around on the large computer chair. Mum hated that and we got grounded for it.
The broken lock on the cupboard under the stairs. Nathan had gotten locked in there when he was little and playing hide and seek with our cousins. He'd been stuck in there for a few hours and to get him out they had to break the lock to get him out.
The carpet in the lounge room has a wine stain from a dinner party they had for Dad's fortieth, that night was funny. Mum, dad, aunty Karen, uncle Keith, one of my best friends Bevin and her parents, Nathan's friend Jake and his parents, basically all Dad's family, lots of family friends. Everybody was having a great time and began to sing karaoke and dance, that's when mum dropped her glass and the red wine was spilt. Everyone had stopped and starred saying 'Uh Oh' like they were five before they forgot about it, refilled the glass and continued to sing and dance.
The big kitchen window Dad caught me climbing back in after sneaking out for a party one time.
The faint blue, red, green, purple, black and yellow crayon marks on the wall across from the bathroom. I was three and I ran out of paper to colour with.
The rose bushes in the front yard along the side fence that were still growing well. Mum planted them one summer and loved looking after them.
The black marks on the kitchen counter from when mum tried to cook pancakes but ended up being on the phone to her friend Marie and set the frying pan down and left. When she came back it was almost on fire.
The shelves on the kitchen wall that Dad had made. Two of them. One was a lot bigger because he'd made them at different times and didn't bother to measure. The longer one was on the bottom and within a week the top shorter one had lost one screw and fallen down to the second on a slope. We'd never bothered to fix it. Dad had joked that he worked hard on them; our mother said it gave the house character.
She said the back porch that was half covered in ivy and half still clinging to its chipped white paint had character too.
The handmade window boxes Mum painted bright pink and then planted her flowers in and tended to most days.
The staircase I'd fallen down and broken my arm when I was eight and Mum had looked after me.
The roof tiles Nathan had broken when he'd climbed on the roof and Dad had to get a ladder and get him down.
The cubby house mum and dad built and decorated for me and Nathan in the tree in our backyard, I wonder if it's still there.
The dent in the wall of the back room from the time Nathan was teaching me to play basketball; inside... it was raining after all. We tried to cover it up by drawing a picture but Mum knew and never fixed it. She said when you lived in a house you had to really live in it to make it a home and all the memories we made did that.
The pool that we built after one of the hottest summers ever when I was seven. The same pool Nathan pushed me in the deep end when I wasn't a confident swimmer. The same pool I learnt to swim in.
My room, nail polish on the wall from when I threw it there after a fight with mum, one I regret. I regret every fight with her, and Dad. The photo's on the wall of all of us smiling and happy. The banner me and Nathan and Dad had painted for Mum's 40th birthday. It was still hanging on the porch out the back.
The obviously new window on the second story against the older ones from when Nathan and his friends put a baseball through it when they were 11.
The old basketball hoop that's still hanging above the garage.
The concrete in the driveway that we wrote our names in. Jonathon, Penny, Nathan & Brooke above our hand prints.
The banner me and Nathan made for mum and Dad's 20th Wedding anniversary. Was still in the garage that had been full of our crap.
We moved everything into a storage locker after we sold the house.
"Brooke?" I heard Nathan call as he entered my apartment.
"Yeah what's up Nate?" I called back and walked down the hall to greet him.
"I finished the job." He told me and put his bags down and put some photos on the bench. I jumped up on the bench and began to look at them.
"So I found out that she was cheating on him. And that she was going at it with not only her ex-husband, his business partner, his brother AND his best friend but she was also sleeping with his son." Nathan said grinning.
"Well I guess you weren't the only one busy over the week." I joked. Nathan smiled.
"How about you? Were you ok?" he asked concerned. I rolled my eyes.
"Nate come on you were gone for a week, I love you but you are not the centre of the universe." I said.
"Oh and what is then?" he asked.
"Me of course." I said and jumped off the bench. Nathan smiled at me.
"Yeah you'd like to think so wouldn't you?" He teased. His face changed and he was now serious Nathan, someone i don't see often unless he's in big brother mode, which actually happens often, less then when we were kids of course.
"But really you were ok?" he asked. I know what he's asking about. How could i forget?
"Nathan come on! I mean yeah it's sucked what's happened over the last week but it's cool. I'm fine." I told him.
"Really?" he asked sceptically.
"Yes Nathan. I've had Bevin ringing me every hour on the hour almost and Peyton's been checking in with me everyday. It gets kinda annoying." I said.
"Come on it's only coz we care." Nathan told me and i rolled my eyes.
"Well can you care less?" i asked, but then i smiled. "i'm joking but seriously were the 22 text messages really nesecary?"
Nathan looked sheepish.
"Ok so maybe i went a little over board but i just wanted to make sure you're ok." He told me.
"I know and i love ya for it." I said.
"next time i see him i'm going to hit him." Nathan told me.
"I know you are. Skills has already offered to beat him up and Jake said he'd help if Chase ever bothered me again." I told Nathan. He nodded.
"Good." He said.
"Oh and Bevin she'd she slap him or kick him in the shins or buts or something." I added. "Peyton promised she'd yell at him." Nathan grinned, he could see Peyton, Bevin, Skills and Jake attacking Chase for hurting me.
"I have the best friends." I grinned. Nathan nodded.
"Have you seen him since?" he asked. I nodded. I had seen him, walking down the street with his little blonde.
"Yeah. He was with Mandy." And i rolled my eyes. "And I mean sure it hurt that he turned out to be a cheating dirt bag but I guess I should've seen the signs right? I mean that's what I do for a living. Catch cheaters." Nathan looked at me sadly and i looked up at him knowing i was going to spill my heart out to him.
"I used to look down on the people that came into our office Nate. I used to wonder what it was that the other person needed from someone else. I didn't think it was anyone's fault but the cheaters of course but I always used to wonder why they hooked up with the person in the first place. I mean there has to be warning signs all over the place when you meet people like that. Were they warning signs Nate? Did I miss them completely?" I asked.
"What? No of course not." Nathan told me quickly.
"Are you sure?" I asked. "When I look back I can see them as clear as day I just want to know why I didn't see them when it was all happening."
"Because hindsight's 20-20 and because if you had or I had or anyone had he would've got his ass kicked long before he did." Nathan reassured me.
"It sucks you know? I thought he was a really nice guy. I wanted him to be a really nice guy." I said.
"Well he wasn't, but he had you fooled and that's ok." Nathan said.
"No it's not." I argued.
"Yeah it is Brooke." Nathan told me.
"But you didn't like him. Did he fool you too?" I asked.
"Look I only didn't like him coz he was dating my little sister ok? I didn't think he was cheating on you. Just that he wasn't good enough for you." Nathan explained. "I've never liked anyone you've dated remember? Granted they have all been dropkicks but still..."
"Hey they have not all been drop kicks." I argued.
"Have too." Nathan said. "Have not." I countered.
"Yes they have and you've broken up with all of them within a few months." Nathan told me.
"No I haven't." I told him.
"Name one guy who you didn't break up with because he was a drop kick within a few months." Nathan said.
"That's easy..." and then I drew a blank. Nathan waited for a minute smiling.
"See?" he said.
"Shut up." I told him and mock glared for emphasis.
"Ok forget if they were drop kicks or not. Name one guy you've dated who you haven't broken up with." Nathan said.
"That's stupid because if I hadn't broken up with them I'd still be dating them." I said.
"See? You haven't met your one yet. When you do you won't break up." He said simply and then grabbed a muffin.
"Hey don't eat those." I exclaimed and ran over to take it from him.
"Why not?" He asked with a mouthful.
"Coz you ate the last one and it's almost dinnertime." I scolded him.
"Yes mum." Nathan joked but we both stopped and starred for a second.
"We're going to have to talk sooner or later." Nathan said.
"I know." I said and crossed my arms.
"Come on." Nathan instructed me and I followed him out the door and he drove to the cemetery, stopping for flowers on the way.
We stood side by side at their graves in silence.
"We miss you." I said talking to the gray slabs of stone and me and Nathan put the flowers on the grave and sit down.
Jonathon Michael Davis & Penelope Grace Davis
Under each was their birth date, Dad 12/7/1950 and Mum 28/10/1950. Under that in the middle of both names was 17/4/1970, their wedding day, mum and dad thought it was important because it was when they started their life together officially. Underneath that was two dates, on to the left that read 30/6/1991 the day dad died and then to left was engraved 6/7/1991, the day mum died.
Dad died on impact and Mum went into a coma, she died almost a week after he did. Below these dates were written the words:
"Love is like summer rain; beautiful, unexpected, refreshing, exciting, amazing, romantic, exhillerating, fun, spontanious and through it all it's worth whatever cold you might catch."
Brooke and Nathan went back home and while Nathan took a shower and decided to crash and sleep after his long week Brooke got ready to tail Mr. Anderson.
As she sat in her car later that night watching yet another cheating spouse she began to think about her day. Nathan was the greatest brother ever, she was really lucky to have him, he always looked after her and she loved having those kind of talks with him even though it sometimes made her confront things she didn't want to deal with.
She really missed her parents. It was there wedding anniversary today which is why Nathan had insisted on taking her to visit their grave site. She hardly ever went. She stopped by when it was important, birthday's, wedding anniveraries, everday the week they died, Christmas and other important occasions to talk about her life and give them flowers. She never stayed long. It had felt good to go today, she was happy she'd done it.
She thought about her jobs she had this week and somehow ended up thinking about Haley James, her new client. Brooke had been thinking about the young brunette since she'd watch her leave her office and go back to her possibley cheating scum bag of a husband.
There was movement in the window of the house and Brooke snapped some photos of the cheating lovers. She felt kind of pervish and dirty talking pictures of two people in love. But she shook her head and remembered that both of these people were actually involved with significant others. One of which had hired Brooke.
She also reminded herself that if someone had done this for her she wouldn't have gotten so involved with Chase and had her heart broken.
This is what she did... she caught cheaters.
She was never supposed to become one.
THIS IS ONE OF THE LONGEST CHAPTERS I'VE EVER WRITTER!
If you've survived then i guess a congratulaions is in order!
Please tell me what you think!
This is a new idea and i know i have so many going right now but this wouldn't go away.
I promise i'll try to update ASAP!
REVIEW!
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xxx-ooo-xxx