Brooke Davis cursed when her brand new car breaks down out of nowhere in the middle of nowhere. She watched the white smoke billowing from the hood and started banging on the steering wheel in frustration as if that would make any difference. Brooke groaned and tipped her head back in the head rest, the heat starting to seep into the car since the AC was on the outs. Maybe she could call someone… Without hesitation she looked around in her purse for her smart phone and saw that she was stuck in a dead zone.

"Are you kidding me right now?!" She groaned, unable to believe her rotten luck.

"This is really great…Victoria's going to kill me! Hell I might not even make it home tonight anyway because some creepy psycho would probably find me before anyone else does…" she whined despairingly.

Brooke rolled her eyes and groaned, watching the sun begin to set. She had been stuck here for hours and not one damn car had passed by. Until a tow truck had finally approached.

"It looks as if my luck is finally changing. I hope he's cute." Brooke says as someone stops on the side of the road to help her.

She reapplied her peach shimmer lip gloss and fussed with her chocolate and auburn hair.

"Need any help—Brooke Davis?!"

Her eyes widened in surprise and horror. She was sweaty and so not fabulous. He wasn't supposed to see her like this! "Lucas? Wha—wha—what are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing! How long has it been? Four or five years?" Lucas asked, his blue eyes sparkling with gladness.

"Yeah… About that long. I thought that you got out of the towing business."

Lucas shrugged, "I did but Deb was having trouble finding another mechanic for Keith's shop so I'm filling in until she finds one."

She squinted her hazel eyes to look at him, "And the basketball team?"

"I still coach. It was a little tricky in the beginning but I found a good balance eventually."

Brooke nodded, "That's great. I'm sorry to break up this reunion but my…" she broke off, unable to actually call her mother. "…Victoria had called me a few days ago and told me that she had some news that I needed to hear and is waiting at home for me… So if you could get me out of here that would be great!"

"Heh heh sorry about that…I will get right on that…so what's the problem?"

"Well it overheated and white smoke started coming out of the hood…"

Lucas winced at her description and went on to check if it was what he thought it was. Brooke got out of the car and followed after him, her eyes locking on his jean clad ass. He still looked damn good…

"Damn Brooke… " he swore, eyeing the problem warily.

"What?"

"Well…it's not good. The white smoke and overheating is usually a sign of a blown cylinder head gasket. … When the water is burnt with the fuel this is what causes the white smoke. The hose leaking is the radiator hose leaking coolant, which is what caused the engine to overheat. This can often times lead to catastrophic engine damage."

"So I need a new engine?"

"More than likely."

"This is insane I just bought this car!" she yelled in anger.

"Well you got a shiny new lemon. You should've had someone with you that knew a little something about cars."

Brooke chuckled dangerously, thinking of multiple ways to mutilate the slimy salesman that had sold her this piece of junk car.

"Go ahead and climb in the truck while I hook your car." He said gently, knowing a pissed off Brooke Davis was not good.

"Okay…" She said before walking to the passenger side of his tow truck.

It didn't take long for him to get it hooked and he was behind the wheel next to her. Brooke hadn't been this close to him in six years—since before their complicated relationship ended. But now she was sharing the same air as him.

"So how have you been?" he asked politely, trying to fill the silence as they made their way down the now dark road.

Brooke looked over at him, "I've been fabulous. Clothes over Bros is doing great in New York…I now have five store locations including the one in Tree Hill. Actually I could barely squeeze any time to see what Victoria wants. But she said it was very important that I came here so she could tell me whatever she wants to tell me face to face."

"Didn't she try to take the company from you a few years back?"

"Yeah… She did but she and I got past all of that."

Lucas smirked, "Well I'm glad that you're back. We missed you around here."

Brooke rolled her eyes and said, "Sure you did."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing… I'm just anxious to find out whatever it is that Victoria has up her sleeve." She then drummed her fingers on the dashboard in complete boredom. "How are you and Peyton holding up?"

Lucas looked over at her and was about to answer when Come Get It Bae by Pharrell Williams started playing. Brooke grabbed her phone and smirked, "I guess we're out the dead zone."

"Hello?" she answered with that incredible unique husky voice that could turn men into mush. "Um I was broke down in a dead zone. Sorry if I could never do anything according to your schedule. Victoria—I'm not calling you mother. Because you're not my mother. Biologically yes but as far as actions no. Can we not talk about this now? Because I had a long drive and I'm tired. Plus being stuck in a hot ass car for hours would do the trick too. I will see you there. Bye." She then tossed her phone into her Birkin bag with a sigh.

"That was tense. You mind telling me what that was about?"

Brooke eyebrow with a clear attitude. "You mind minding your own business?"

Lucas chuckled, "Same old Brooke. You know I thought we were friends."

"Lucas we hadn't been friends since you cheated on me with my best friend and decided that she was the girl for you and that I wasn't. In fact we hadn't been friends since you turned everyone against me as soon as we broke up."

"That's not true and you know it!"

Brooke chuckled ironically then stated, "It was and you know it. Haley is your best friend so she automatically was pro Leyton. Nathan whom I have known for forever is your brother so I got kicked to the curb by him too. The only real friends I had were Mouth and Rachel so spare me!"

Lucas couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You distanced yourself Brooke! Don't blame Nathan and Haley for that and don't you dare blame me!"

"Let's just get to my m—Victoria's house in silence please." She huffed, wanting to put off the argument for now.

"Whatever you say dear." He retorted sarcastically. "Although I never thought you were one for silence."

Brooke glared at him. "Zip. It."

"Yeah OK…" he murmured and made a left turn at the light. Before she knew it they arrived at her old residence. The huge white mansion with the red door. "I don't know how long you're going to be here but I'd like to see you again."

"There's no point. Goodbye Lucas and thank you for helping me." Brooke slammed his truck door and walked toward the house.

"Wait—dammit Brooke!" he swore as he hurried out and ran after her.

"What?" she yelled as he grabbed her by the arm to stop her.

Lucas looked down at the brunette and was at a loss of words. As always. "Obviously you're still pissed about what happened—"

"Oh what gave you that idea?!" She said sarcastically. "The slamming of the door or me not wanting to talk about this?"

"It was six years ago!" He pointed out.

"That doesn't mean that it doesn't hurt Lucas! She was my best friend for ten damn years and you were my boyfriend—the first one that I had let all the way into my heart only to have you both crush me as if I meant nothing to you!" she yelled. "God you're sucking me in already and I haven't been in Tree Hill a full 24 hours yet!"

Lucas sighed, "Brooke I'm sorry for hurting you okay? That was never my intention!"

She scoffed, "Yeah you said that already. Six years ago when you told me that you and Peyton were going to be together."

He shook his head, "Listen I just want to have lunch with you. That's all."

Brooke rolled her eyes then asked, "Would you leave me alone if I did?"

"I might." He said with that squinty look that she always found cute/sexy.

"Fine. I will go out with you for lunch." She said stubbornly before turning on her heel and walking towards the porch.

He smiled brightly, "Alright it's a date."

"It's not a date!" she called before entering the house.

Lucas laughed humorously as he hopped in his truck and drove off with Brooke's car still attached to the back.

Brooke slumped down on the door and sighed. God she hated this house. It always reminded her of the countless months she was left alone, longing for the love and happiness of having her family around her. Instead she had neither of those things or anyone that truly cared about her. Peyton and Nathan was the closest she had had to family since they were the ones that had been there since she was small but both had abandoned ship to lead their own lives while she buried herself in her clothing line and stores.

"Victoria! I'm here!"

Her mother walked out in a tasteful black and crème three piece outfit, her black designer heels clacking on the marble floors as she descended from the grand staircase.

"What took you so long?" Victoria said stiffly.

"I told you that I was broken down just outside of town. I literally had to wait hours for someone to rescue me." She said warily as she put her Birkin on the table, not up for a pointless argument.

"Brooke please…I am well acquainted with the party girl that you are. You were probably at a bar all this time."

Brooke narrowed her hazel eyes at her mother and snapped, "Well the apple doesn't fall far from the tree!"

Victoria sighed, "I did not call you here for this."

"Well inquiring minds wanna know what the hell you want to tell me that you couldn't tell me over the damn phone?"

Victoria looked away, not able to face her as the words spilled out. "Brooke…as much as this embarrasses me to say but you're not my only child…"

Of all the things that Brooke thought her mother would say… That was world's away from what she thought she would say. "I must've hallucinated…what?!"

"You heard me correctly…You have an older sister. Her name is Maria Alvarado she's ten years older than you."