"There she is. I'm wondering who she will be knocking up next."

"She is such a bitch."

"She isn't that pretty anyway."

"She is dumb."

Brooke sighed. They thought that she wouldn't hear them, thought their words didn't hurt,but they were wrong. She'd heard it all and it hurt like hell that she was being considered as the brainless slut who wasn't interested in anything but boys and no one knew the real her.

A girl that didn't want anything but being loved.

A girl who wasn't only interested in sex and boys.

A girl who did care about what others thought about her.

From the outside it seemed like she had the perfect life. She was rich, beautiful and the most popular girl in school. Everyone loved her and every girl wanted to be friends with her.

At least it seemed that way.

And there were those who envied her. Those who were able to hurt her with the things they were saying. Words, she DID hear without them realizing it.

Deep inside she knew...she wasn't perfect at all.

Her parents were never home and the only person she has always trusted betrayed her.

She was alone. And it was her fault, because she gave up the one thing that would've loved her unconditionally...

She was empty.

But she was Brooke Davis. No one was ever supposed to know that her life wasn't perfect at all. No one was supposed to know how broken she really was. No one was supposed to know what huge mistake she has made two years ago.

Brooke walked to her locker and opened it. She took out her books and looked around, locking eyes with a certain couple. Two persons who were once able to hurt her so bad that she had to cry herself to sleep every night.

There they were. Looking into each others eyes like nothing had happened. Lucas and Peyton.

Peyton threw her head back, laughing at something Lucas had whispered into her ear.

It had sickened Brooke.Once.

It'd hurt like hell. Once.

She was supposed to be the one cheating. She was supposed to be the one playing with the feelings of others.

What no one knew: She has never gone this far. Sure, she's slept with a lot of boys, but she only slept with those who hadn't girlfriends.

If there was one thing she would never do it would be cheating.

She wasn't that cruel. She wasn't that heartless. But no one knew. Because nobody knew anything about her. They only thought they knew her.

`Screw them all´, Brooke thought and walked down the hall with her head held high, pretending everything was good.

She had that perfect fake smile plastered on her face.

'Let the show begin'

Haley stood by her locker and watched the beautiful brunette. She could see that famous Brooke Davis was fake.

She knew that this seemingly happy girl wasn't happy at all.

She didn't know Brooke Davis, hell she didn't even like her...or at least that is what she has told herself all along even though she knew she was lying to herself.

No one knew that Haley liked girls and she didn't want to change that. It wasn't like she was ashamed or something. To be honest. She didn't even know why she kept this to herself.

Maybe because she was an outsider?

She didn't belong to the popular crowd and to be honest...she never wanted to anyway. She was a girl who was rather interested in getting a decent education instead of hooking up with random boys or going to parties during school days just to come to school hung-over the next day.

She has never been one to like that.

She had no problems to be herself. To wear baggy jeans and strange looking hats.

It was her.

'God. I should stop looking at her. It's not like she'd pay any attention to you anyway. You are a nobody. Why would she even talk to you or look at you?'

Haley sighed and closed her locker before she followed Brooke to calculus class.

It was the first day of senior year and Haley couldn't wait for it to end as soon as possible. It is not like she didn't like school. In fact she loved it. But it was kind of hard when you had to spent all your lunches on your own and didn't have anybody to talk to. She would spent her free time in the library or the tutor-center,but other than that.

She was alone.

And to be honest: It sucked. There were times where she wished she'd somebody to talk to. She once had this person. Lucas Scott. He has been her best friend but he changed as soon as he joined the popular crowd. He didn't visit her anymore and they were barely talking. It was a shame and it hurt like hell, but Haley knew it wasn't her fault.

'Maybe...one day he will wake up and see what a huge of a mistake he has made.'

She had spent too many nights crying over a friendship that was supposed to last forever. She was tired of crying over it.

'Hello class. Summer is over and your senior year is about to start. For starters...I'd love to write a test with you just to look how far you are with your calculus skills.'

Everyone went balistic.

'This isn't fair. You can't write a math test on the first day of school. We aren't even prepared', Rachel Gattina hissed.

'Well, Miss Gattina. As you can see I can write a test with you and I will. We aren't in kindergarten anymore and I'm sure everyone of you wants to reach something in life. And this test will only be about the things you've had last year. It is just a check-up to see what you were able to keep. This test will only be 10 % of your grade and there will be enough opportunities where you can improve. Don't worry.'

The whole class growned,expect of Haley and Brooke.

Haleys POV:

I look. She is sitting beside me and her look is unreadable. I know that she had some kind of problems in math last year,but it is strange that she doesn't seem to be upset about this test at all.

It is like she doesn't care about what is going on. It seems like she care about anything.

What is wrong with her? Now, as she is sitting next to me I have the chance to look her over. She is beautiful. She is wearing a cute pink dress and has her hair up in a ponytail. She looks flawless.

Her eyes though...They don't have this sparcles like they used to have. Her beautiful green eyes seem dull and empty.

She looks tired as well. As if she hadn't slept for days.

She-

'Miss James.'

'Huh?'

I look up and see my math teacher who is standing in front of me now.

'Please take out your pencil. I'm expecting just the best from you.'

I nodd my head and watch as the teacher reaches Brooke who doesn't even bother to look at her. It seems like she isn't really there. She seems so out of it.

'Miss Davis. We all know that you've never been the best in my class so it would be great if you'd pay more attention instead of thinking about the next party you'll be attending.'

Everybody is laughing at this.

I watch Brooke as she rolls her eyes.

' Wow. I can't believe this.'

' She was even better than Haley James.'

' I'm sure she cheated.'

' Nah. She slept with the teacher.I'm sure.'

' Dude. The teacher is female.'

' So what? It's Brooke Davis we are talking about.'

I sigh. Those people aren't really good at talking behind my back. Why do they have to be so obvious? Do they really believe that I can't hear what they are saying?

Of course I don't expect others to believe that I am able to write A's as well, especially not in math. Well...I never really tried, since I've never cared about school before...

Math is rather easy I believe.

Maybe I'm doing this to prove them wrong, show them that I'm not some brainless slut,but hey.

I'm Brooke Davis. I'm supposed to be the star cheerleader, not a girl who is enjoying school...

Maybe I just lost the passion for parties or hooking up with other boys after everything that has happened.

Or maybe it is the fact that soon, I won't be alone anymore...