I got the basic idea of this story a few days ago, and it's not leaving my head. It's Brooke-centric, and will eventually become a Brathan. The basic idea is that Brooke and Haley are best friends that met in a private school. Now they are both transferring to Tree Hill High, and Brooke begins to notice Nathan, a hot popular jock, who also happens to be Haley's older brother. Yeah, so that's about it. I can honestly say that I have no idea where this story is headed, so if you have any ideas, feel free to share and I'll give credit to where credit is due.

Disclaimer: I don't own One Tree Hill. If I did, James Lafferty would not look like a caveman this season.

Anyway...enjoy.

She Doesn't Get It

Chapter 1

"Hales, I'm nervous." I say into the phone while sorting out piles upon piles of clothes on my bed. Through the receiver I can hear a exaggerated sigh. It's obvious that we've had this conversation a million times before, so I can basically predict what she's going to say next.

"It'll be fiiiine, Brooke." She reassures, completely chill about the entire situation. "Public School isn't that big of a deal."

I'm still not convinced.

"But Hales, I'm a private school type of girl. Tree Hill High is on a totally different planet compared to Ridgemont. Who knows? The kids here could be escaped convicts for all we know. This entire deal sounds completely savage and sadistic."

Confused? Allow me, Brooke Penelope Davis, to explain. Me, and my best friend Haley Marie Scott, have gone to Ridgemont Prep School for the past two years. That's actually where we met. Even though we both originate from the same small town of Tree Hill, North Carolina, I've gone to boarding schools all of my life. When I started at Ridgemont Junior Prep in seventh grade, we happened to be Roomies. And the rest is history...

Now I'm a Junior, and in the past four years at Ridgemont, I may have gotten into what you may call slightly sticky situations. And by slightly sticky, I mean enough trouble to get me expelled from the school. 'What for?' You may ask, and in due time I promise to answer your question, but it's not relevant right now. Anyway, after my expulsion, my oh so lovely parents decided that I should give public school a try. This way, they could keep a better eye on me. So, I was enrolled in Tree Hill High.

How does Haley fit into this situation? Well when she heard I wouldn't be returning to Ridgemont Prep for our Sophomore year, she decided to leave, willingly. She decided she'd give Public School a try as well, which I still can't comprehend. I mean, why leave an amazing school, for a public one? Does she know that some people ride hideous yellow buses? Weird...

"Well look on the bright side." She says. "No more uniforms." True, I can't help but smile at this as I gaze at the insane amount of clothing on my bed. The only times these glorious clothes were worn were at parties outside of the school grounds. Thank god I'd never have to wear the mandatory light blue button up, blue plaid skirt, or dark blue stockings EVER again. Though I must say, I made the uniform look damn good.

"Did you get your schedule yet?" I ask her. The only bright side to this public school thing is that I won't be alone. The least that this stupid school could do is put us in the same classes.

"Yeah." She replies. "I've got Calculus first, then Spanish, Physics, English, Free Period, Lunch, Gym, Chorus, and History. How's yours looking?"

I grimace. "I've got Calculus, then History, Journalism, French, Free Period, Lunch, Chemistry, Free Period, and Gym. We have two classes together, plus lunch." I say sadly. "And one of them is Calc, so we won't even get to talk."

She laughs. "Like that's ever stopped you before." It's true, I am the master of communication, regardless of the situation. I glance over at my clock. "Oh shoot Hales, it's midnight, we should probably go to bed. Pick you up at 7:45?" That's another thing. Here, school starts at 8. At Ridgemont, the earliest class started at nine. So not only do I get to go to school with savages, but I lose an hour of sleep as well.

"Yeah. My brother said he could give me a ride, but I don't really trust his driving. Though, he can't be much worse that you." She jokes, referencing the many times I've almost crashed my BMW because I was too busy texting, or applying lip gloss, or rocking out to music. Add all of this to my need-for-speed lifestyle, and you've got some good entertainment, as long as you wear your seatbelt.

Another reason Haley decided to transfer is because her brother goes to Tree Hill High too. I don't know much about him since I've never met him, or any of her family for that matter, but I've got bigger priorities at the moment than to meet and greet her older brother.

"See ya tomorrow Hales."

"Bye B. Davis, and for goodness sakes, stop worrying!" I hear her say as she hangs up the phone. Gotta love her.

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I tap my fingernails impatiently on the steering wheel as I wait for Haley in her driveway. I swear that girl takes longer to get ready than I do, and that's saying something. For the first day of school, I settled on a yellow flowy top, and skinny jeans, topped off with a pair of yellow wedges. My chestnut brown hair is straight and natural with bangs swept to the side.

Haley comes flying out the door, dressed in a simple Hollister shirt and jeans and a pair of flip flops. Her hair is tied up in a messy bun that I know must've taken her a half hour to perfect. She almost trips as she hurries to the car, so I have to stifle a laugh as she climbs in on the passenger side.

"Oh god, we're going to be late, and on the first day of school!" She cries, and I look over and smirk at her.

"Please Hales, have I ever been late in my life?" I ask as I press my foot farther down on the gas pedal. Rihanna's 'Please Don't Stop The Music' is blasting through the speakers, and I must say it's a good way to start the day.

I drive to the school in record time, though it looks more like a prison than a school. Where's the tennis courts? The courtyard? A frigging statue of some important dead guy? Nada. I see a plain, two-story brick building that looks nothing like the elegant school I formerly attended.

"Hales." I whine. "Do we really have to?" I ask, turning to look at her, sticking out my bottom lip.

"Brookie, my dear, yes, you have to." She answers, completely oblivious to the prison that we have to attend for the next two years. I know I've made a few mistakes in my life, but do I really deserve the capital punishment that is Tree Hill High?

Slowly we get out of the car and make our way towards the school. As we enter through the double doors, I whisper to her quietly, "Have I mentioned how much I think this sucks? We don't know anybody." I glance casually around, noticing that half the kids are looking at the new faces of the school, ahem, us. The other half are too preoccupied with their lives to notice anyone else. Hmm...well I wonder who the popular kids are here.

"Good thing we have first period together Hales." I say as we come to our lockers. "These people seem less than friendly," then noticing a couple of creepy-looking guys grinning at us, I add, "Or maybe a little too friendly if you know what I mean."

Haley roles her eyes. "Always the drama queen, Brooke Davis." Then as she notices the same group of guys she adds, "Or you may be right for once." I can't help but to laugh. "Come on friend, let's get this party started." Together we walk down the hall towards our Calculus class.

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Okay, so my first few classes weren't so bad, though it was definitely easier having Haley in my first class with me. Basically we're both way ahead in our Calculus class; we learned this material last semester. History wasn't too bad either. I actually really like History, so another easy class as well. Mr. Stone, appropriately dubbed 'Mr. Stoner' or at least, that's what was scratched into my desk, is pretty out there. First off, he's got the worst body odor, which doesn't affect me much since I chose a seat in the back, and he gets the raunchiest pit stains. I found this out second period, when it's still relatively cool outside; I feel bad for Haley who has him way later in the day.

Since I've been in private schools all my life, I've been bred to be challenged academically my entire life. It's the same with Haley. Most of the junior year curriculum is stuff we learned in ninth grade. So for the most part, we're each taking senior or college courses now. The only class I've got with the rest of my grade, other than History, is Calculus. Gym and Lunch are both Junior/Senior classes, so I guess it only sort-of applies. Journalism, Chemistry, and French are all classes I take with Seniors. Speaking of which, I'm on my way to Journalism, most definitely my favorite class.

I walk in the doorway, and still not recognizing a friendly face amongst this group of people, I sit down in a random seat, towards the back of the room, just in case our teacher just happens to be another Mr. Stoner. The rest of the class starts to file in afterwards, and one by one they all sit down in their seats. The teacher follows suit soon after, luckily he seems normal. His name is Mr. Lyle. Almost immediately he begins to take attendance, and when he gets to my name he looks up with a welcoming smile, saying "Well, Ms. Davis, it's nice to meet you. It's not often that I have a Junior in this class." I give him a small grin. Wow, I sound like such a nerd. The final bell rings in the background, and the rest of the class quickly settles down.

Then he walks in.

Is there such a thing as love at first sight? I'd definitely like to think so, especially after this fine representation of a male specimen walks into the room. He's tall, and muscular, and extremely yummy. Have I mentioned boys are my weakness? Especially ones as gorgeous as this kid. He's got raven colored hair, so dark that it's almost black, and really intense blue eyes, and he just so happens to be moving to sit in the desk next to mine.

"Well, Nathan, nice of you to join us." Lyle says sarcastically. 'Nathan' merely shrugs in response, a cocky smirk on his face. I scan him up and down quickly. He's wearing a striped polo and a pair of jeans, with a pair of basketball sneakers. Hmm...so he's athletic, definitely not a bad thing.

Out of the corner of my eye I see him pull a sheet of paper out of his folder and scribble something on it quickly. He doesn't even bother to fold it, let alone wait until the teacher's back is turned before he gently slides it on to my desk. I glance over at him quickly, but he's paying attention on the what the teacher is saying, or pretending to anyway. I look down at what he wrote.

Are you new here?

I quickly write back 'yes', then slide it over to him, but only after Mr. Lyle turns to write something on the board. Nathan notices my hesitation and smirks.

A few minutes later the paper slides back.

I figured. You're in my seat.

I write back, sorry, do you want it back?

Another few minutes and then,

Nah, I like it when hot girls sit in my spot. What's your name?

Geez this guy wastes no time, luckily I'm used to it and grin back.

Brooke.

Well Brooke, do you like it here?

It's getting better. I hand it back to him, only to receive another smirk. I haven't known this guy for an hour and I already know he does that a lot.

So, where ya from?

I grew up in Tree Hill, but I've always gone to boarding schools.

That must suck.

Not really, I liked the freedom of no parents.

Welcome to my world. So why'd you leave?

No reason.

secretive much?

yep. my parents wanted me to spend my last 2 years in public school.

wait-you're a jr?

yeah, surprised much?

The bell rings before I he has a chance to respond, not that I don't already know his answer.

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"So you spent an entire period talking to a boy? You waste no time B.Davis."Haley says during our free period after I told her the story.

"What can I say? The kid was gorgeous Hales."

"May I remind you of why you got kicked out of Ridgemont? Does the name Lucas ring a bell?"

Yes, it does in fact, ring a bell. You see, last year I started erm, 'talking' to a senior named Lucas Roe. Ridgemont doesn't frown upon dating, if you could call what we had a relationship. It does however, frown upon girls in the guys dorms, and vice versa. Well, not only do they frown upon sex, they also don't approve of alcohol in said dorms. So when someone ratted that Lucas Roe had a girl in his room, we were already in deep trouble. It didn't help that we were also drunk out of our minds...so, caught in both acts. Lucas was expelled too, which kind of sucks for both of us considering we didn't even really care about each other that much. So yeah, sex and alcohol, two big no-no's at Ridgemont Prep School.

"Tree Hill won't care who I have sex with. It's public." She's about to speak when I interrupt her. "Oh my god Hales, this school has a cheerleading squad? We have to join."

Haley rolled her eyes, which, honestly, I half expected her to.

"Cheerleading, Brooke? Do you not remember the little known fact that I happen to be a klutz?"

I ignore her. "All it takes is a little practice."

"And a lot of balance. I'm not doing it Brooke." She sounds final.

"We'll see about that." I smile to myself.

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So the first day of Public School ended. I survived.

It turns out that Nathan is not only in my Journalism class, but in my Chemistry class as well.

I walked into class today, only to have him call me over by saying, 'Hey, Junior!" I smiled and walked over to his table, which had three or four guys around it, obviously all jocks. On my way over, I noticed a few of the girls turn to their friends and signal towards me, obviously disliking the current arrangement. Apparently Nathan is popular or something.

So I walked over to their little group, where Nathan immediately wrapped his arm around my shoulders. Not that I minded much or anything, and it's obvious he didn't, apparently that little convo in Journalism made us friends.

"Hey guys, this is Brooke. Brooke this is Tim, Fergie, Skills, and Mouth." Nathan introduced me.

"Sup shorty." Skills said, and I couldn't help but smile, he seemed nice enough.

"Hey." I replied.

"So you guys ready for Bear Creek tomorrow?" Mouth asked generally to the group.

"Of course we are. They suck." Nathan said confidently, his ever-popular smirk returning.

"Sorry to break up this little halftime huddle, but I'd like to start class now. The teacher said, appearing out of nowhere.

Nathan sat down on his own chair and motioned for me to sit next to him. The tables were designated for two people per table, so it was me and Nathan at a table, with Skills and Mouth next to us, and two snobby looking girls on the other side of us on my side.

He appeared to look attentive up until the teacher started teaching. The moment that happened he started leaning towards me.

"So how's the first day?"

"Going fine, basketball boy." I whisper back to him, still trying to focus on Mr. Stevens, the teacher.

"Try basketball captain."

I'm never one to play cat and mouse games with anyone, so I cut to the chase.

"So what is this? Adopt the new girl day or something?"

"Huh?"

"You. Mr. Hotshot basketball captain, I highly doubt you talk to new girls, let alone the fact that I'm a junior. What is this, babysitting? 'Cause I'm not paying." I said, smiling slightly.

If he was taken aback, he didn't show it. "You look like you need protecting." Would you be surprised if I told you he was smirking? Yeah, didn't think so.

"If ya don't mind, I don't really need Big Brother." I said, referencing 1984, but he didn't get it.

"I already have a sister, and I definitely wouldn't want you to be her." Wow, smooth.

"Smooth."

"I thought so." He moved his arm so that it rested closer to my leg, and slowly he slid his hand up so that it rested on my knee.

"You move fast." I whispered, but felt electricity coursing through my body as a result of his hand. What the hell?

Rule Number One about me. I'm a player, I don't get played. But I'm not a slut, I just like to have fun. So if Hotshot over here thinks he can bed the new girl, he can play his games, but he won't get that far. Not today anyway.

"So there's a party after the game tomorrow." He whispered, looking at me.

Party?! If Brooke Davis does anything well, it's Party. "Tell me more." I asked, placing my hand on his that's on my knee.

"My beach house, 'round 11. Tons of alcohol, you know what that is right?" He mocks.

Psh. Do I?

"I'm sure you'll teach me if not." I flirt. Two can play his game.

So that's how that class went. Two classes wasted and it's only day one. Maybe Tree Hill will be more interesting than I originally thought.

So...thoughts? Ideas?