A/N: So I'm back. I plan on taking down my other stories because I don't really have anywhere to go with them. I don't what to write and it feels forced. Maybe someday I will finish them, but for right now they will be taken down and this story will be my main priority. It is Brucas, but it has a lot of Naley, Jeyton, Quinn and Clay, and Rachel and Cooper. Mostly Quinn and Clay because other than Jeyton they are probably my favorite couple. And I would like to add this. Mark has taken away Keith and Karen, Jeyton- by far the most awesomest couple. Brucas- the hardest couple when it comes to getting it right but it is amazing when it does. The most amazing Brachel relationship. He has taken away Peyton- the most hilarious character, Whitey- an amazing guy, Jake- a gift from GOD! Bevin- speaks for itself, and he has taken away Skills and Bevin. I swear if he messes up Quinn and Clay I will never ever watch the show again! Seriously what are you doing Mark! Get your butt in gear and give us what we all want! BRUCAS! JEYTON! BRACHEL! SKEVIN! PEYTON! END THE SHOW HOW PEOPLE WANT TO END! SURE MAYBE ENDGAME WAS MEANT FOR LEYTON BUT YOU NEVER TOOK INTO ACCOUNT THAT JEYTON AND BRUCAS ARE MEANT TO BE IN FICTIONAL TELEVISION!
Okay, sorry for my outburst but it needed to be said.
Disclaimer: Obviously from the paragraph above- I own nothing.
I used to love school. Yeah, I was huge nerd, but I did. I loved the feeling of walking into the school knowing you are going to learn something new. I got to see my friends and my foes. That didn't really matter because I knew I would find something out I didn't know before. Something that might make me laugh or make me wonder why? I loved that feeling of knowing an answer no one else knew. That feeling of being the smartest in the class and people cheating off you because they knew you knew what you were doing. That is all different now. I hate walking in to school dreading the long day ahead of me. I don't raise my hand anymore I just rest my head on the desk just wondering when the stupid class ended. I make fun of the teachers to their face not caring if it hurt their feelings. I am the cheater, not the one people cheat off of. I don't have many friends mostly because the smallest thing pisses me off. I don't really care anymore what people think of me or what I get on a test. I'm not that girl that would cry when she got in trouble. I now spend half the time in ISS and detention. I stopped trying.
When did everything change? When did I not want to be the good girl anymore? When did I start hating what I call my life? Those were the questions I used to ask, but I now know the answer. Everything got too hard. My family barely having enough to eat every night, my brothers moving out, my sister moving to California, and my little brother becoming popular and acting like I am scum on the bottom of his shoe. My whole family stopped talking to me and I slowly became closed off from most people. The one thing I thought I had I lost. They told me things I didn't want to hear. Things that just confirmed what I thought were the truth. I was the misfit, the freak, the deformed. The one that just never got it right. I was the one that the frizzy dull brown almost black mop of hair that was barely string until I turned five. The dull hazel eyes that are now darker because I am full of hate. My skin is naturally a pale olive tint with scars from the rashes I had and the horrible case of chickenpox. The two star scars on my stomach from where I had surgery in fifth grade. My crooked foot because my father was too stupid enough to not get off drugs when he married my mom. I was never the pretty child. My 21 year old sister held that prize. Does it help she is a famous actress in the great Hollywood? Hell no. She changed her name though. She isn't Grey Davis anymore. She is Grey Simon, famous actress in the new hit drama Saving Grace. Some stupid show about a teenager in high school who is on drugs or some shit. Sadly I have never watched an episode. I can't stomach to watch the sister that said she would always have my back act like someone else. I mean I can't really consider her a sister anymore; she hasn't spoken to me since I was fourteen. Two long years and nothing. Not a phone call, a text, an email. The only thing she has really done for us was give some of her money to my mom so she could finally rid of my father. No one knows that she is my sister. Mostly because we moved here after she graduated. They just think I favor in looks to great star. She would be one reason I fell into this stupid rut that I hate. She promised she wouldn't forget me, she wouldn't leave me. Thanks big sis. I love you too.
My oldest brother Easton is 25. He moved out when he left for college and really hasn't been back. Growing up I was super close to him. He was like the father I never had. He taught me how to throw a football, a baseball, how to fight, and how to ride a bike. He was the one I looked up to. The one that I thought was perfect, a saint. I don't know when it happen, but at some point he stopped really talking to me and started hanging out with Grey. He used to defend me and then he was always laughing with her and making sure no one was mean to her. I was cast off as in outcast in my own family. I didn't get it. What changed? When did it start that they thought I was annoying and just wanted me to go away?
Devon was always the loud one of the family. He was annoying and pushed me around, but I knew he loved me. He is 23 and I don't know where he is. He left one day and never came back just the occasional post card to make sure we knew he was alive. He would always tell me to shut up and tell me to leave. I hated it. It was annoying, but couldn't say anything because then I would get screamed at.
Nathan is fifteen and king of the school. He used to be my best friend. He would stick up for me when kids were rude and he would beat them up because he was bigger than everyone. He then turned thirteen and became cool and lost all his baby fat and got muscular and he stopped caring about me. If I get anywhere near him he acts like he doesn't know me. He acts like I am not the big sister that used to play Nerf guns with him when I had a 102 fever. I still played though because I knew he wanted to. It hurts me most that we don't talk anymore. It hurts most I lost the one boy I thought would always have my back. I miss my little man even though he isn't really little anymore. I miss the Nathan Davis that cared how his sister felt. But he is gone now, they all are, and they don't plan on coming back
"Brooke! The bitches are here" I hear Nathan yell from downstairs and I just roll my eyes as I grab my book bag and slowly make my way down the stairs. As I walk passed him I purposely ram my shoulder into his arm which just so happens to have been hurting him the past few days.
"Bitch" he snapped
"Ass" I mocked. "Oh look, the ass is here" I snapped before slamming the door in his face and started towards Rachel's car.
"Hey babe" I hear as I walk to my friend's car with Quinn in the back. I met Rachel in ninth grade when we had lit and science together. We became instant friends. She was sort of like me. Loud and a bitch. Quinn is the total opposite. I met her when I was nine at a local ball park where played softball. Our moms became good friends and so did we. She is the only nice one in our group. When I moved here she just happened to go to this school. Rachel and Quinn are probably the only two people that know about my sister, oh and Peyton.
Rachel is sort of, no not sort of, she is a slut. I love her, but she is. She has auburn reddish hair and green eyes. Quinn on the other hand has long light brown hair and brown eyes. Peyton has blond hair that sort of straight but curls at the end (A/N: Season 6). We are all totally different when it comes to looks and sort of when it comes to how we have fun.
"Go to hell" I hissed over at him.
"Only if your there" He smirked as I just glared at him
"Aww. How sweet. Why are you hanging out with a sophomore anyway? A little weird. Can't find any friends your own age or did they all get their head out of your ass for five seconds to see what a loser you are?" I smirked loving having the last word as I jumped into Rachel's jeep and receiving a glare the whole time.
"And you are a bitch because you're not as hot as your sister? A little jealous are we?" There goes having the last word. I paled a little. Did I mention Lucas knew too? Yeah well he does and he loves to talk about how hot my sister is. Mostly because he knows how much it pisses me off.
"Really? You're going to act like you know me? You don't know shit" I hissed.
"God Brooke. Will you and your loser friends please go and leave mine alone" Nathan complained as he got into Lucas' mustang.
"Nathan, you just don't like us because I am too hot for you and Quinn's little sister is the one girl that doesn't fall for your crap so shut the hell up" Rachel snapped and with that she zoomed out of the driveway, but that didn't mean we didn't noticed Nathan's middle finger up in the air. How mature little brother.
"Uhh… B? What was that with you and Scott?" Quinn asked from the back of the jeep as we drove to pick up the last piece to our dysfunctional puzzle, Peyton Sawyer. I met her in ninth grade when I first met her in Spanish class. She is an awesome artist and that was what I first noticed about her. Then I noticed how when people made fun of her for being a freshman she would hit them. That is when our amazing friendship started.
"What do you mean?" I asked confused. It was just like every other conversation we had.
"Well we couldn't help but notice he actually seemed a little hurt by what you said" Rachel said slowly like she was walking on eggshells.
"Hurt? Oh yeah. That was what he was feeling. It was probably because I hurt his little ego." I laughed with sarcasm.
"I don't know Davis. People usually don't get to him. You are pretty much the only one that can make him falter in mood." Quinn said shaking her head as Rachel stopped in front of Peyton's house.
"Whatever" I sighed looking out the window and laughing as Peyton tried to close the door, but her book bag hit it and flew back open and then she kicked the flower pot as she started to walk over. She then noticed the door didn't shut so she turned back around and slammed it. Then she walked to the car obviously mad.
"Why is bitch being a Peyton?" Rachel laughed as Peyton jumped in the back.
"Tell ass to stop being Jake" Peyton huffed crossing her arms.
"What did he do?" Rachel asked as she turned around all the way in her seat.
"He is mad at me because some loser was flirting with me and me being so stupid didn't tell him to back off. I just sat there so now the dumbass is mad at me! When is he going to realize I love him, just him?" She snapped throwing her hands in the air.
"Did you tell him that?" I laughed as Rachel put the car in gear and backed out.
"Well… no, but he knows." Peyton shrugged.
"Peyton! Remember what my mom says! Boys are stupid. You have to tell them that kind of thing" Quinn scolded her with a smile.
"Doesn't mean he has to be a jerk" She sighed.
"Well if he knew maybe he wouldn't worry. Come on you know Jake. He has hard time trusting people" Rachel commented on the boy we all know and love.
"I'm not Nikki" Peyton snapped tired of this conversation.
"Prove that to him then" Rachel said ending the conversation. Rachel, Jake, and Peyton were best friends since kindergarten. They were all best friends. Peyton helped Jake when Nikki left him with a baby and he helped her when her mom died and since her dad is never around. Well, we could all see they had feelings for each other that were more than platonic so Rachel made them go out on a date together just to see and they have been together ever since.
Rachel just so happens to be dating my cousin, Cooper. He is a sophomore in college at Duke. When I first moved here and met Rachel she came to one of my family reunions and met him. At first they just talked and weren't really together, but about five months ago he finally asked her out and they at first had their ups and downs but now they are all good and happy.
And Quinn, well Quinn likes Peyton's twin brother, Clay. He is really nice and Quinn has known him forever, but claims to hate him. They are always fighting, but you can tell there is something there; they are just scared to admit it. Peyton tried when we were sophomores to get them to admit how they felt, but she failed. They will forever say they hate each other even though they would be a cute couple.
We pulled into the school parking lot and I pulled down the mirror to fix my hair. I ran my hands through it a few times and then looked at my make-up. I didn't even realize the other three had gotten out.
"Hey whore! Hurry up! Who are you trying to impress" Rachel laughed. I stuck my tongue out and jumped over the door and grabbed my bag and through it over my shoulder and met up with them
"Probably Scott" Peyton smirked and I gasped in shock and smacked her across the arm while Quinn and Rachel laughed.
"That is not funny. It is gross. He so… bugs me! And he is not attractive at all." I whined as we walked to the door and to our lockers that just so happened to be next to each other.
"Okay Lucas Scott might not being many things-" Rachel started but I cut her off.
"Like human?" I asked.
"Yes, but attractive is not on the not list. He is so hot." Rachel smirked.
"Hey don't you have a boyfriend?" I questioned as I opened my locker and through the books I didn't need in my locker.
"Yes. A boyfriend I love very much, that does not mean I can't find other men attractive" She shrugged.
"Riight" I laughed dragging out the 'i.'
"Hey Peyton!" We all hear and turn to see Clay making his way towards us.
"Oh great." Quinn groaned as she turned back to her locker.
"Quinn be nice" Peyton snapped before turning to her brother "Yeah"
"Dad just called and said he was coming home tonight, so you have to go home straight after school to pick up" He told her and Quinn just kept her head deep in her locker and I could her snort.
"What's so funny James?" Clay asked her annoyed. Quinn pulled her head out of her locker and looked at him.
"Why does she have to pick up? I am pretty sure you make the mess most of the damn time" Quinn snapped shutting her locker.
"I have practice. I can't do it."
"Typical." She scuffed.
"What is that supposed to mean?" he asked crossing his arms and looking down at her.
"Typical jock to use practice as an excuse to get out of doing something" She said eyeing up and down. Peyton, Rachel, and I exchanged looks wondering how far we were going to let this go on.
"You only hate jocks because your boyfriend dumped you for your big sister and no one else wants you" Clay smirked and Quinn opened her mouth in shock and them pushed him which made me Clay stumble a few steps.
"Bastard" Quinn whispered before walking off with tears in her eyes. Peyton looked at her brother in disgust before walking off where Quinn did and something I thought never would happen did happen. Clay looked scared by what he just saw and Quinn's eyes and ran in the direction she left. Rachel and I looked at each other and took off after them. We slowed down to see Peyton standing in front of the bathroom having a stare down with Clay.
"Please just let me see her" Clay sighed almost begging. This was weird.
"No. what you said was uncalled for." Peyton snapped.
"Yeah I realize that. It was stupid. I was just mad at her okay. We got into a fight last night okay." Clay tried to tell Peyton. Wait, why would those two have a fight? I looked over at Rachel and she looked just as confused.
"Yeah don't worry. I heard that fight. Do you blame her? Let's see, you first tell her you want to be with her, and then when she says yes you want to keep it a secret. Then she goes along with that and then treat her like trash when anyone is around other than me. Do you wonder maybe she was upset last night, Clay? Do you have any idea why your girlfriend went home in tears or are you so wrapped up in yourself to realize that if you don't get over your fear of not being popular you will lose the only person that puts ups with your shit!" Peyton yelled and I am pretty sure that my jaw was on the floor along with Rachel.
"Please let me fix this Peyton. I need her." Clay said. Okay, now he is begging.
"Why? Why should I when you will just keep her a secret again?"
"I won't, okay. I will tell the whole world that I am in love Quinn James and forever will be. You just have to let me tell her. I can't be without her. I want everyone to know so I can hold her hand and kiss her when I want to. I love her Peyton. Okay? I love the way she takes my picture when I am least expecting it. I love how she will call me out when I am being a dumbass. I love how she knows what I'm thinking just by a look. I love how she will sit across from me in class and not even being pay attention to me and still makes me nervous. I love her and I need her. Just let me see her" clay said, his eyes begging with his sister. I just looked on in shock. Who knew Clay Sawyer had it in him? Not me.
"Peyton, its okay" We heard Quinn's low voice as she opened the bathroom door and Clay smiled at her. Now it makes sense why they were so adamant about hating each other.
"I'm sorry. For everything" Clay apologized hugging her as tight as he could.
"I know" she sighed pulling away looking up at him.
"Don't leave me. Please" Clay sighed putting her face in his hands. Quinn stared up at him before giving him a quick peck and hugging him again. Clay let out a breath and put his chin on the top of her head.
"What a way to start the day. So I'm going to class. I'm late, again. Bye" I said awkwardly walking off to Mrs. Hughes class. She is one of the few teachers that don't hate me. She is young; I think she is maybe twenty seven. She loves me for some reason and since we finished up the entire curriculum we had before winter break we just sit in class and have class discussions about the stupidest things that the students pick. She doesn't really care if I'm late or not. I hated the class though because the class was full of people I hated. Old friends turned enemies. My little brother whom I'm confused on how he got in here, but whatever. His little posse which includes Lucas. The only person I really talk to is Haley James, Quinn's little sister. She is Nathan's tutor and I find it humorous because Nathan actually really likes her, but she thinks he just like every other jock- an ass, and she is right. Especially when it comes to Nathan. I slowly walked in and everyone turned to look at me. I guess I interrupted something.
"Glad you joined us Ms. Davis. We are just about to our discussion on celebrities and how they have the easy life. " Mrs. Hughes stated as I nodded and walked to my seat behind Lucas, not my choice.
"Who came up with this one?" I asked.
"Surprisingly, your brother." Mrs. Hughes gesturing over to Nathan. I looked over at Nathan who was smiling. One thing we agreed on was our sister. I think… I'm going to participate today.
A/N: Tell me if you like it. Review and I will continue.