Peyton ran at Brooke, jumped onto her back, and they fell onto the grass. Peyton straddled Brooke, pinning her to the ground. Brooke smacked Peyton in the face and kneed her in the back. As they struggled, Brooke screamed at her.
"Let go! I said get off of me!" Brooke grabbed Peyton's arms and shoved her away. "I'm the one with no boyfriend and a black eye! You're the one going to the prom with the guy I love so you win!" Brooke shouted as Peyton stood above her.
Shocked, Peyton just stared at her. And Brooke, realizing what she had said, clapped her hand over her mouth. "What did you just say?" Peyton whispered, "No, no, you are not doing this now." Shaking her head, Peyton sat down heavily on the porch steps and ran her hands through her hair. "Brooke you were the one who told him to…I know everything wasn't ok between us, but I thought that…if you love him, why would you do that? To hurt me?"
"I just wanted him to be happy." Brooke said with tears in her eyes. "Peyton, he is the only guy I've ever loved, I would do anything to make him happy"
"And you think I don't love him?" Peyton asked.
Brooke looked away, "No. I know you do. That's why I did it. I told him…that I stopped missing him. But I started missing him the very moment I realized he wasn't mine anymore. When I realized that he was yours." Brooke stood, and grabbed her purse from the grass. "So congratulations. You win, you get the boy. You get my boy."