Prologue
It was like all time had frozen; like in all those cheesy movies when it seemed to be just the two of them in the room. Everything around them was still. The sounds of their graduating classmates was a muted noise in the back of her mind. All she could was stare. Stare into those eyes that had always comforted her, and had always seen right through any mask or lie the brunette had ever tried to come up with. But those eyes were now a mix of hope and anxiety, and she knew they couldn't read her now. Their entire dynamic was changing.
And all the stupid girl could do was stare!
She was frustrated with herself. This was ridiculous. The uncomfortable feeling was rising in the room, all because of her. What was that feeling? Embarrassment? Awkwardness? A combination. No, that wasn't important now. What was important now, was that she spoke. She could do this. She could just open her mouth and say... ANYTHING! Damn it Brooke Davis, say something, she thought to herself desperately. But her mind was whirling out of control with thoughts. How long? How could she have not seen it? Had she seen it? Didn't she feel it?
Her concentration was broken by a throat being cleared and she blinked into his face. She watched him wipe a hand over his face and then rub the back of his neck awkwardly. "I just thought you should know," he mumbled, clearly just trying to prompt her into saying something.
But she didn't say anything.
Instead, she shook her head slowly in her stunned state, and stepped backwards towards the door.