Hey Hales! Brooke Davis wrote on a scrap piece of paper to her best friend Haley James. She slipped it over to the desk next to her where Haley was pretending with all her heart to look like she was taking notes. That never fooled Brooke.
Hey B, what's up? Haley wrote back, making a mental note to thank Brooke for saving her from academic suicide.
Nothing, I just got this awesome idea for next weekend, though. Brooke slipped the note back over.
Really? And what would that be?
I was thinking we could take a road trip with Peyton of course.
To where?
New York.
That sounds awesome! Just one thing though…what about school? Weird I know coming from me but don't we have a lot going on right now?
Yes, but I think I can take care of that.
Okay…I'll tell Peyton. Haley passed the note to the other side of her to Peyton who was actually taking notes. Haley could always copy them later. Peyton nodded her head vigorously after reading and passed it back to Haley. She smiled and slipped the note into her bag. So that was that, next weekend they were taking a road trip to New York! Brooke would want to go shopping.
After class, they were walking to Brooke's car under the shade of the huge tree that had shade all day long. That was where Brooke always parked her car. No one dared take her place for fear of being socially murdered. Their Chanel heels clicked scandalously along the side walk as they made their way to Brooke's silver bug.
"So, are we going shopping today or do you want to wait for this weekend?" Brooke asked.
"Let's just get this over with, I have to call Sam." Haley stated.
"Hales, will you just please break up with him? He clearly doesn't make you very happy and he doesn't deserve you." Peyton said.
"No! Have you seen how hot he is?" Haley protested.
"True he's probably the best looking guy in our school but that doesn't mean he's a good boyfriend. He's just as good looking to every other girl in North Carolina so that doesn't keep him from cheating on you. I don't know about you but I don't trust him and I don't think you should either." Brooke said matter-a-factly. Peyton agreed immediately.
"What ever, I'll think about it." Haley argued. She looked out the window, ending the conversation. Brooke rolled her eyes at Peyton before pulling into the parking lot at the most expensive mall in Tree Hill.
A few hours later, they each bought three new party outfits, one LBD, three everyday outfits and had bags from every store from Bebe to BCBG and from Victoria's Secret to Abercrombie and everything in between.
"So have you thought about breaking up with Sam?" Brooke asked, seemingly innocent.
"Yes, and I think I'll do it the day before we leave." Haley stated.
"Finally!" Brooke and Peyton both screamed at the same time.
"Was it really that bad?" Haley questioned.
"Yes," Peyton breathed.
"Do you think everyone thought it was that bad?" Haley asked again.
"Sadly, yes." Peyton answered.
"Did anyone say anything to you?" Haley was suddenly concerned that going out with him in the first place wasn't such a good idea.
"Well," Peyton started.
"Yes, but we don't want to ruin you ego by telling you so we're saying that it was extremely smart of you to break up with him." Brooke interjected.
"Shit," Haley sighed. Brooke put a comforting arm around her and laughed.
"But, that's what we're for!" she said almost too energetically. Haley laughed and suddenly, all the weight that Sam had put on her was lifted off.
"Now I'm definitely ready for New York." Haley said. Brooke smiled at Peyton.
"I love being rich," Brooke sighed two hours later. They were sitting at Haley's house, starting a movie. Peyton and Haley looked at each other and laughed.
"That wasn't random at all!" Peyton laughed.
"It wasn't! I mean today we bought an immense amount of really expensive clothing, we have like the biggest houses in Tree Hill, and we have the hottest cars like…ever. So yes, I love being rich." Brooke expanded.
"What ever you say, Brooke." Haley laughed.
That night, after Brooke and Peyton left, Haley was sitting on her bed reading the newest Vogue magazine when her phone rang.
"Hello?" she asked.
"Haley? Hey it's me," the other voice said.
"Sam, I meant what I said before," Haley sighed. She knew this was coming.
"I know, I was just wondering if you had any second thoughts." Sam asked sounding hopeful.
"Sam…" Haley started.
"No, just hear me out. I know I haven't been the best to you but I know I can change. Please, just give me another chance. I won't let you down again." Sam tried.
"Sam, I don't know. So many things have happened." Haley said.
"Hales," Sam seemed at a loss for words.
"I'm sorry," Haley sighed and hung up. She knew she would feel horrible for the next few days but some extremely hot senior would ask her out as soon as she was back on the market. All she needed was a few days to get her flirting techniques back on track.