Author- Emily-Grace Mendes (Brookebynature)

Disclaimer- I don't own the characters or the show. Only the story.

A/N- Hey guys, another of my stories for you lol. This one was really fun to write. Here's a little background info for you before the main story starts. Hope you enjoy xxx

Play The Game

Prologue

Brooke Davis owned high school. No really, she did. Her Dad had practically paid for the library and the gymnasium, and the new state of the art cafeteria too. But Brooke also owned high school in a different way.

She owned hearts, she owned the status of head cheerleader, she owned power. And with power came control.

She didn't work hard. She didn't have to. She only worked to get what she wanted, and that practically came to her with a click of her fingers or a raise of her perfectly-plucked eyebrows.

Her latest conquest was Tyler Mandel, captain of the soccer team. She'd moved on from the basketball team now, they were as good as dead to her. Besides, Brooke Davis didn't sleep with anyone for longer than a week. It just wasn't her style.

It was his highlighted hair that had caught her attention at first. No that was a lie. It was his status as king of the jocks that had caught her attention. Well, if you looked at it from an outsiders point of view, I guess you could say that he was vice king of the jocks. Prince even. But he did have good hair.

Yes, that's a more accurate social description. Nathan Scott was King, he always had been. You could say that he was her equivalent, a male Brooke Davis. And he was dating her best friend Peyton. Well, more sleeping with than dating because they didn't 'date' Hell, they didn't even really hang out. They were seen together at parties, and they had sex on weekends.

But it was Brooke and Peyton most of the time. Invited to the hottest parties, sleeping with the hottest guys, and being seen as the hottest girls in school. It wasn't a lie, they were the hottest girls in school. Anyone could have told you that, but the moment you'd seen them, you'd know for yourself anyway.

You couldn't place a finger on what it was that gained them this power. Was it their looks? Was it their attitudes? Or was it just who they were?

Nobody knew, but they didn't seem to care anyway.

It was like Brooke saw high school as some sort of challenge: earn your reputation, keep your reputation, know who you are.

And she knew exactly who she was. She was cold and she was hard and she played the game.

Please review xxx

A/N- I'm flying out to see my new house in France tomorrow morning, but I should be back within a week (depends how much time I can bare to spend with the parentals) and I'll update this as soon as I return.

Emily-Grace xxx