Disclaimer: I am in no way, associated with Mark Schwann…and I don't own any of the characters.

Background: Brooke married Lucas. Lucas is a big-shot basketball player (Along with Nathan) and slept with Peyton, and got caught by Brooke.(They were both Drunk) She is on the rebound, and they are in the middle of filing for divorce. Haley and Nathan are having problems in their marriage, but keep their problems well hidden. Brooke is a fashion designer. Lucas is a struggling novelist. Also, the Brucas break-up never happened like in, season 4. This story is a Brucas/Brulian…With some Brathan moments.

I'm not sure if I'm going to continue with this or not. I previously this story on another account, and I'm thinking of continuing with it. I already have the next chapter written, so I'm just going to base it off of reviews.

~B~

"You have got to be kidding me, tutor wife. You totally set me up." Brooke Davis gasped, tucking a lock of auburn hair behind her ear, her earrings swinging wildly. She stepped out of the darkness, the lights of the club almost blinding her. Her heart sank as she took in the scene around her. The club was trying to pull off the whole 'red-carpet' scenario, and it kind of killed the mood. Plus, her soon-to-be-ex-husband was probably lurking around the corner, with a stupid bobble head blonde on his arm. Maybe Two. Brooke shuddered in her silk, mulberry-colored Dior dress, trying not to think about him. Which wasn't all that hard.

"No…Well not, on purpose." Haley stammered, pulling at the ends of her blonde hair that hung loosely around her shoulders. She was wearing one of Brooke's designs, a scarlet number that was as elegant as it was trashy. She wasn't sure about it, but Brooke had all but zipped it up for her. "It was Nathan's idea." Haley admitted, biting her lower lip as she looked at Brooke.

"I'm not buying the innocent-wide-eyed-schoolgirl look for one second. You have to remember, I've seen you and Nathan in bed together." Brooke smirked, as Haley gasped next to her.

"I see you haven't lost your Brooke charm." Haley grinned, sidestepping one of the waiters balancing a silver tray, of what appeared to be caviar. Or at least something that remotely resembled it.

"Oh, God." Brooke grabbed a paper of a table nearby, fanning herself dramatically. "Lucas does not hold a candle to that." Brooke grinned, her dime-sized dimples appearing and her brown eyes shining. Haley knew that look all too well. Brooke was on the hunt for her prey and like always she'd catch him, sooner or later. Probably sooner.

"Brooke, please" Haley griped, grabbing her arm. "Your husband is right around the corner... Or at least in the same building. Let's go."

"Ex-husband. Now shush, you're interrupting our eye contact. Which is, only the most important key to a successful relationship, or at least a successful hook-up." Brooke smiled, not even glancing at Haley. She grinned at the tall blonde guy, who smiled back at her. He nodded his head at her, as she signaled towards the doors. It's not like she wanted to be here anyway, at least she'd have male company now.

"I'm not letting you do this, Brooke. This is really important for Nathan. It's his first basketball celebration-thingy." Haley moaned, picking up a sandwich off the buffet table, and slipping it into her mouth. "Plus, I don't want to be here, alone. I might need you to bail me out. Come on."

"Nathan will get over it. Oh, and tell Lucas not to miss me too much." Brooke whispered, not breaking eye contact with the shaggy-haired blonde.

"You know, he could be on Lucas's team." Haley pointed out, crossing her arms as she moved aside for a pack of waiters. "…and that would be a mess." Haley finished, running a hand through her hair, as she scanned the room.

"That would be the point, tutor wife." Brooke murmured, as she started to walk over to the blonde guy. He was dressed in casual clothes, Levi's jeans –which she totally detested- and a white muscle shirt, that showed off his six pack. The thing that she liked most about him was that he was nothing like Lucas. Maybe she wouldn't have to get to sleep tonight with the help of sleeping pills.

"So, this place is pretty boring. What do you say we blow this joint, and make a little party of our own?" The blonde guy walked up to her, talking before she could even open her mouth. Definitely not like Lucas.

"That sounds perfect." Brooke giggled, grabbing his arm. God, he was more gorgeous up close. She quickly grabbed a glass of champagne off the table, drinking it down in one gulp. Tonight was going to be a long night.

"So your place or mine?" He smiled, revealing a set of perfect white teeth. His enticing honey brown eyes, seemed to be studying her, as he cocked an eyebrow.

"Who says I'm going to sleep with you?" Brooke said, a charming grin on her face. Her delicate fingers fluttered to the gold necklace hung around her neck that she always wore. Her manicured fingers purposely brushed against the exposed skin of her chest, and she left them there. "I don't even know your name."

"Travis…it's Travis." He gulped, openly watching her fingers. "Now, you do. So, can we go?"

"Well, don't you want to know my name?" She asked, a mock-surprised gasp, escaping her lips. She could tell this boy was accustomed to having his way with girls, and not so used to the conversation part of the hook-up. She figured she would have a little fun with him, before she gave him what he so desperately wanted.

"Brooke!" Haley yelled, pushing through the crowd to get after her. She was spilling champagne from her crystal glass, and Brooke could tell she wasn't happy….with her.

"Who's that?" Travis asked her, motioning towards Haley. She was knocking people's drinks out of their hands, leaving a trail of dirty looks following her.

"I have no idea." Brooke giggled, putting her hand over her mouth, and turning away from Haley.

"Brooke Sco-" Haley ran up to them, her make-up smeared and her hair a mess, stopping when she saw the guy Brooke was with. She glared at Brooke, grabbing her arm. "Excuse us." She growled at the Travis, "Her husband summons her." Travis shook his head, and watched Haley pull Brooke through the crowd. She dragged her into the cream colored bathroom, stopping when they reached the sink.

"You are going to fix my make-up, then stay here with me, not cause any drama, and leave with me and Nathan. Got it?" Haley barked, grapping a towelette from the dispenser and wiping her eyes. She'd run into a waiter, gotten French champagne spilled all over her face and hair, and had a hell of a time tracking down Brooke in the overly crowded room.

"How fun." Brooke rolled her eyes, "This is almost better than walking in on Lucas and Peyton in my bed together." She sulked, leaning back against the cold tile walls. She felt her eyes swell up with tears but, she pushed them back. She wasn't weak, she was stronger than the first time he'd cheated on her. She wasn't going to let him take that away from her.

"Brooke…" Haley looked at her, through the bathroom mirror. "I'm sorry." She smiled at her with that it-will-be-okay-I-promise smile that she was famous for. And even though Brooke didn't believe it, it made her feel better somehow.

"Okay, give me a minute." Brooke grinned, as though nothing had happened. She whipped out her makeup bag digging around in it, till she found what she was looking for.

"Oh my God, she smiled!" Haley laughed, as Brooke ran the brush through Haley's eyelashes, prompting an eye roll from Brooke.

"Okay, now just a smudge of this…" Brooke mumbled, pulling out a case of eye shadow. "And you're a sex goddess again."

"Wow." Haley grinned, admiring her own reflection. "I have got to find Nathan." Haley giggled, grapping her silver clutch that Brooke had advised her against bringing. "I'll be right back." Haley flipped her blonde hair back, and pranced out the door.

"I thought I was supposed to stay with you…." Brooke whispered, watching as the door swung shut and she was left alone. She quickly slipped into one of the many stalls pressing her hand against the cold medal, letting the chilling feeling seep into her bones. Shakily she bent down, collapsing against the wall. She resisted the urge to vomit in the toilet, but quickly slipped herself a pill. Maybe she was going to need some extra help. She instantly hated herself for being so weak, as she felt the pill slip down her throat. She hadn't wanted to turn into this. Into one of those stupid rich girls, who's addicted to drugs and cocktails. Who couldn't even tell when her husband was sneaking around behind her back. Who can't resist sticking her finger down her throat, so she won't get fat. No wonder Lucas wanted Peyton. She tasted the tears on her lips, before she even knew they were there. She wiped them, each one making her feel more powerless than the last.

"Brooke?" A voice called out hesitantly. That was not Haley's voice. Probably that Travis guy, who decided he didn't give a hell if she had a husband or not.

"Can I just give you my phone number? I sort of have an obligation to be here. Sucks, I know. But, my friend can be a total Nazi, just without the actual slayings or whatever." Brooke said, through the stall, swiftly wiping her eyes. She quickly applied a final layer of lipstick, and readjusted her mulberry dress. She would totally date herself.

"Lucas…" Brooke breathed, as she opened the bathroom stall, the urge to stick her finger down her throat more present than ever. He knew. She knew, he knew. And she loathed herself for being so feeble, for letting her pain show through. For letting him see that he did have control over her, even though she futilely tried to fight it. She was going to kill Haley.

"Are you okay?" Lucas asked her, his blue eyes searching her. He leaned against the wall with his strong demeanor, his eyes burning holes in her. She remembered how she'd effortlessly get lost in his eyes, never wanting to leave the one place she felt safest. He wore a loose white polo shirt, with a pair of dark jeans with a hole near his knee. He'd cut his hair into a buzz, the way he usually did when the basketball season started. Seeing him still had an effect on her. Her whole body ached to touch him, to feel his fingers across her skin. But, in her heart she knew she never would again.

"I will be once you're gone, and I am far, far away from you." Brooke raised her champagne glass towards him, as if toasting him. "By the way, tell Peyton that you look better in green, not white." Brooke smiled faintly, "But she probably already told you that." She walked away from him, not looking back. Just like he'd done.

"Brooke…" He whispered, in a voice that made her want to turn around and forgive him. But, she wasn't about to fall into his web again. Never again. She smiled to herself, as she walked out of the bathroom. This time she was doing the walking, and it felt even better than she'd imagined.

~B~