Disclaimer-I don't own OTH or any of it's characters. If I did Brucas would still be together. Damn those writes and that director! Curse them all. Lo. On with the story.

CHAPTER 1-THE NEWEST KNICK

Brooke Davis sat on the couch in the middle of her very large, very expensive and fashionable apartment.

On the outside Brooke's life was perfect and she couldn't be happier. Anyone who thought that, well, they couldn't be more wrong.

Brooke Davis' life was many things, as was she. On the outside Brooke was rich, beautiful, smart, charismatic and charming, and the hottest fashion designer out there. The only catch was it was also incredibly lonely.

Sure, many would consider Brooke extremely lucky. She always got the hottest guys from movie stars to models. The only problem was there was no fire with them, no depth. Nothing, just sex. No romance, no anniversaries, no sweet nothings whispered into her ear at night, no arms to hold when she sleeps. Nothing, just emptiness. To be honest Brooke hadn't felt that fire in a long time.

Brooke sat back and slipped off her new Jimmy Choo heels and sighed, "Welcomed home Brooke."

She grabbed the remote and flipped on her 60-inch plasma T.V. and flip through the channel. She was somewhere in the two-hundreds when something-more like someome familiar caught her eye.

"Lucas…", she said his name in barely a whisper.

As the tall blond ran up to the rim and dunked the ball she paused the T.V. when the camera zoomed in on his face. It was him. Brooke could already feel the tears forming behind her eyes.

It was hard enough for Brooke to fight back the tears at just the though of him, but seeing him. That was a whole other story. That hair. Those eyes. That smile. God, that smile. There was once a day when that smile was hers. There was once a day when that smile could bring her to her keens. Hell, it still could. It just wasn't hers. She wasn't sure if it ever really was.

When Brooke hit play, she heard bits and pieces of the announcer's words, but she was a little too preoccupied with seeing him to pay attention. From what she could gather, Lucas was the newest member of the Knicks. And tonight was his first game. And he had just scored the winning basket.

However everything else fell away when a young woman ran up to him and jump into his arms. Immediately Brooke knew who that young woman was. She knew those fake blond curls anywhere. It was her.

"Peyton.", it had been years and she could still hardly say her name.

However the next thing that caught her eye was the beautiful, 3-stoned ring place on her perfectly manicured ring finger. Brooke's fast forming conclusions were confirmed when Lucas place a passionate kiss on her cherry lips.

After years of trying to move on and live her life, the picture of them together still brought her to tears. Between her tears and sobs she could hear the cheers of teammates and fans and congratulations coming from the announcer and coaches.

As she sat there her self-pity level growing she began to wonder why it still hurt. How could he still do this to her? He hadn't been apart of her life for six years. This is what she had tried to avoid by breaking up with him.

When Brooke broke up with Lucas it was because deep down no matter how much she tried to deny Brooke always knew that it was Peyton. Brooke may have been the one with him on her arm, but Peyton was the one who had what really mattered, his heart.

She guessed that is why less than two weeks after they broke up he started seeing her. Brooke used to wonder if he had even heard of the term mourning period. Then again, you only mourn something when you lose something that means something to you.

She sat there watching them celebrate. Brooke knew that there was once a time when Lucas used to think Brooke would be the one standing there as he celebrated one of his biggest accomplishments. The only problem was he only thought that. Brooke however knew this is how it would really turn out.

Finally, when she couldn't take anymore, Brooke flipped off the T.V. and walked to her bedroom and collapsed on her plush bed. She lay there crying and clutching her pillow for dear life. And that is how she fell asleep with images of them in her mind.

Just a regular day in the perfect life of, Brooke Davis. Yeah right!