Tree Hill, North Carolina. Land of the jocks, cheerleaders, stoners, partiers, and even you classic case of losers. Popularity was key. If you knew the right people, rich, or dated the captain of the football team you were in the clique. Good thing Brooke Davis never had to worry about being popular. It came naturally. It was people that wanted to hang with her. The captain of the Tree Hill Ravens, the rich girl, the Girl behind the red door. She never had to worry about what clique she was accepted in because she was it. Her best friend, Peyton Sawyer was also on the cheerleading squad. She was dating the Star player of the Tree Hill Ravens, Nathan Scott. Brooke didn't have a problem finding a guy. She had alot actually. Every party she just wanted to have a good time, and make out with a hot guy. Alot of drunk one night stands, alot of benefiting. No strings. No attachments. Brooke was a party girl. She had it all, the money, the popularity, the style. Only one thing was missing...the one guy she wanted the most deep down.
The alarm went off at 7am as usual. Brooke rolled over to the sounds of the ringing from the bell inside the alarm clock until she reached over turning it off. Only the sound didn't stop. In the house she still heard the sounds of her parents fighting yet again. What could it be about this time? Probaly a bill, a stupid charge on a credit card that her mom made, or they could just be fighting over nothing just because they were programmed to do it, it seemed. Brooke sighed laying back on her queen size bed that she absolutly loved, and looked to the ceiling. "Another day in the life of Brooke Davis." she said with a sarcastic tone in her voice. Time passed, she was dressed and ready to go. Grabbing everything she'd take to school with her she had in her hands heading to the front door. "Im going to school!" she yelled throughout the house. "Like you care." she whispered softly to herself opening the door, and walking out.
The air filled with chatter and laughter as the students of Tree Hill High crowded outside the school in the Quad. Brooke pulled up in he blue little volkswagon parking her car. She opened the car door stepping out putting on her Brooke Davis game face, and put her purse over her shoulder walking towards the school. She heard a familiar voice coming up beside her. Her best friend, Peyton Sawyer. Peyton was dressed as she normally was in her black 'Im a Rebel' bad ass clothing line. "Hey Brooke." Peyton smiled. "Hey P. Sawyer. So what's on the agenda today?" Brooke asked her. Peyton smiled putting her arm around Brooke's shoulder. "Ever tried just living in the moment Brooke?" Brooke scoffed, and shook her head. "Please. Besides...you can totally do more damage when you put your mind..to stuff." she paused for a brief second seeing a hot guy she hadn't hooked up yet. Peyton laughed, and looked up into the air sighing as they laughed together, and walked into the school.
It was game day. Brooke lived for this day every year since she was a freshman. Game day meant one thing to Brooke. Cheerleading. Her all time favorite thing to do. It took her mind off everything going on in her life. Her heart, her parents always fighting, and all the drama. She lived free for three hours every Friday night inside Tree Hill's gym. All she had to do was cheer her heart out, and stand there looking good. She was always the first inside the gym for cheerleading pratice. Peyton was usually second. Sometimes she was late though, but Brooke never really cared because no matter how Peyton felt, she knew every Friday night she was one of them. Brooke was stretching on the gym floor losing up, when the rest of the cheerleaders came into the gym. Brooke smiled, and stood up, but before she could say anything to her squad Whitey's voice entered the gym telling the team to come on. The boys came running out from the locker room, and Brooke couldn't help but smile as one boy came dashing out last to enter the gym. She couldn't explain it but everytime she saw him, her heart beat raced, and she became suddenly weak. There was only one problem. The boy was Nathan Scott. Boyfriend to her best friend.