Disclaimer- I own neither OTH nor Gossip Girl. This is being written for entertainment purposes only (mine maybe yours too) also title of story comes from a song called 'Boarding School'

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Chapter One

Paris, France

"I have put up with a lot of questionable behavior from the two of you of the years, but this time you've gone too far."

Victoria Davis was beyond mad. Haley had never really seen her mother this angry before, hadn't really thought she thought about her daughters enough to get as angry as she was, but her usually cool, calm and poised mother looked like she was ready to breathe fire.

She couldn't figure out why that anger was also directed at her though, since she believed she'd done nothing wrong but be a good sister "I did nothing wrong."

"You covered for her and you lied for her," the older Davis woman all but pointed a finger into her chest to make her point heard "What's more you've been developing some personality flaws that I'm starting to find distasteful."

Haley snorted in mockery and her mother raised an eyebrow as if to show her point had just been made.

The woman next turned toward her sister, the elder of the Davis siblings, if only by the grace of an hour "As for you Brooke, your behavior in regards to Pierre is beyond disgusting."

For the first time in Haley couldn't remember how long her sister chose to remain quiet which only seemed to fuel their mother's anger somehow.

"It's bad enough you throw yourself at every young man who crosses your path but to seduce one of my married colleagues is classless and reprehensible."

And there in lay the source of Victoria's anger, she should have known that it wasn't Brooke's disregard for her own well-being or the fact that she'd gone a little wild, it was who she'd gone wild with.

Pierre Deveaux was a film director who worked with Victoria's production company on more than one occasion; his films were quite frankly masterpieces in French cinema but the man himself was a philandering Roman Polanski channeling, thirty-five year old man with a god complex.

Victoria thought he was the best thing since sliced bread but Haley suspected that had more to do with the money he generated for Victoria Films rather than a deep connection of friendship.

"What about his actions mother?" Brooke finally decided to jump into the fray, her voice hard-edged with a hint of confusion, like she also couldn't quite grasp their mother's reaction.

It was a valid point, one Haley herself had made to Brooke on more than one occasion, his actions were beyond creepy, and no 35-year-old married man worth his weight in salt should mess around with a sixteen year old girl let alone carry on an affair with her for six months.

Her mother had said Brooke seduced him, but the fact of the matter was, he'd made all the first moves, Haley had watched it happening, had seen her sister be sucked in by his compliments and trinket gifts.

One of the many downfalls of growing through your teen years without your father, and with a mother who barely has time for you is that you either close yourself off from the possibility of really being loved or you throw yourself into every relationship that comes your way full throttle and hope for the best.

Haley was an example of the first, Brooke of the latter.

"His actions are of no consequence to me. Yours are." Victoria actually did a pretty good job of being convincingly motherly for a second there, but Haley knew better and waited with bated breath for the bomb to drop.

"I've booked to tickets and made a few calls. The two of you leave in two days time."

The bomb had officially dropped.

"Leave? For where?" In truth Haley didn't really care one way or the other; she loved Paris as much as the next girl but her mother had said the two of them so she was assuming the woman wouldn't be joining them wherever she was shipping them off to and that fact alone was enough to make the teen excited to be leaving.

"Back to the States; a boarding school in Tree Hill North Carolina."

"You're sending us to Tree Hill Academy?" Brooke sounded like she was going to snap at any second.

Victoria nodded her face a mask of determination "You'll have access to your trust funds and your fathers beach house provided you both follow a few set rules and keep your studies up," She stared at her daughters one at a time "If either one of you messes up, you'll both be cut off!"

Their mother turned to walk away clearly in no mood to further continue their discussion but Brooke jumped up from her seat and angrily slammed a fist onto the table in front of her "You can't do this!"

"It's already done." the older woman was every bit the image of an aging ice queen as she stared her daughter into submission "You should both start packing."

She left the room, Haley looking after her to make sure she'd gone before sighing heavily and slumping down into her chair.

Tree Hill Academy just got two new students.