Okay so all of you may know me from my other story "Fall in love through a Childs eyes." I am still in the process of writing that one. But since so many of you like that story I decided I would post this…I have many chapters already written so the more feedback I get…the more chapters you guys receive… let me know what you think!

Chapter one: Class is in session…..

I stood affront my wall length mirror as my hand steadily drew a straight black line across the bottom of my eyelid. Taking a half step back I gazed at my reflection with a smile plastered on my face. My hands automatically running down my chocolate locks, smoothing out my white scoop neck sweater dress and resting on my legging clad hips. Nodding in the mirror I gave myself the encouragement I would need to make it through this day. Today was my first day at North Carolinas, Tree Hill high school. I am eighteen years old and entering into my senior year. Or maybe the correct word would be re-entering. Last year, at my old school I should have graduated. But certain circumstances got in the way and in the end I didn't have anywhere near enough credits to graduate. I lived somewhere entirely different back then. I had an entirely different life. Smoothing out my top once more I smiled into the mirror and nervously whispered out to myself.

"You got this B. You are a strong independent girl. This whole new girl thing, you got it. You can do this."

"Momma?" I heard her tiny innocent voice question from the doorway, my attention immediately drawn in her direction. She stood rubbing the sleep from her eyes, clad in her favorite pink and purple striped fleece footsie pajamas. Her tiny brunette curls resting against her chubby cheeks as she tilted her head and rose and eyebrow in curiosity.

"Momma who talking to?" She questioned innocently as her tiny feet pattered across my bedroom floor and she climbed up onto my bed. Turning towards the child, my child, I smiled warmly at her.

"Just myself. Giving myself a pep talk before my first day of school." Moving over in her direction I sat down on the mattress and reached out. Taking the small girl in my arms I placed her securely on my lap and hugged her to me tightly.

"Mommy is going to miss you so much today. You sure you will be okay at this daycare right? You aren't scared of mommy leaving you there for a little while? You will be good and listen to everything that nice lady says. You remember her from yesterday? She seemed fun right?"

I question as the anxiety of it all begins to settle in my chest. I know she is going to be just fine. She can be thrown into an entirely different setting and that little girl never loses her smile. Me on the other hand, I have a few reservations. The main one being that I absolutely dread the idea of leaving her. I hate leaving my daughter in the arms and care of these complete strangers, while I go to school. It is unsettling to me. Yet there is no other option. We are new to this town. I have no friends or family here to help me. I have no one I would trust to care for my child. But this daycare I read about online seems to have gotten great reviews. "Tumbling tots" seemed quite popular in this small town. I checked it out several times in the last month and decided it would really be in our best interest. So that was where she was headed today.

"Momma." My sweet beautiful daughter placed her chubby small fingers along my cheeks and gave a grin. "I wike my school." She stated simply referring to the daycare. "I wike that wady." She nodded speaking of Miss Deborah. "And I tink, I knowed…you will wike your school too."

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"Okay so Mommy packed you a lunch. It's in your Dora bag." I reminded the three year old as she continued tugging on my hand, dragging me along the cobblestone pathway.

"You told me dis." She remarked back as I scrunched my nose is annoyance. It seemed as though she was looking forward to this, that she was happy to leave me for the day. Had to admit, that notion definitely did hurt a bit.

"Baby, baby just stop for a second okay?" I knelt down so I was eye level with my three year old and took her hands into my own. "I know your excited sweetie but Mommy is a little less excited about this whole thing. So I need you to listen for just a second okay?"

"Of course Momma." She replied, her eyes wide as she stood before me. Taking out a folded piece of paper I inserted it into her jean pocket.

"That piece of paper in your pocket has your name, where you live, and Mommies telephone number on it. Okay? If for any reason you get scared, or can't find Ms Deborah, or if someone other than Mommy comes to pick you up at the end of the day you call me immediately okay?" I watched as she nodded, listening to every word I spoke.

"Do you know Mommies phone number?"

"Uh huh you told me to memberize it. It's four seven seven, four free free, free six six nine."

"And do you know where we live bunny?" I watch as she bites her bottom lip. She slowly shakes her head signaling a no before replying. "I don't member but I do know my name is Ashlynn Brooke Davis. I am free years old. My mommy is Brooke Davis and I know your phone and dat you go to school at Tree hill high." Smiling at her and running a hand over her head to straighten the purple headband I nod encouragingly.

"Perfect. Now you have your puffer incase your chest gets tight. It's in your bag. If you feel like you can't breathe tell Ms. Deborah and she will help you with your medicine okay?" I explain always nervous that her illness will show its ugly face at the wrong moment of time. Kissing her cheek tenderly and pulling my daughter into my arms once more I hear the door to the daycare open and hear Ms. Deborah greet us.

"Ms. Davis, Ms. Ashlynn, so nice to see you two again."

Taking the woman's hand in mine I offer a hello before looking back towards my daughter.

"You good kiddo?" I question and watch as she nods happily before skipping off into the building. Taking a deep breath I share my goodbyes with Deborah and head back to my car. I have to silently calm my nerves as I feel the tears well in my eyes. I am such a baby sometimes. Getting into my 1993 Ford Escort I turn the ignition and cringe when it springs to life. The engine is horribly loud as the steering wheel shakes beneath my grip. Wiping a tear that escaped from the corner of my eye I release a breath of air and fasten my seat belt over my frame.

"My turn now. Tree Hill high, here comes Brooke Davis."

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My heels click loudly against the shiny floor beneath my feet as I continue my navigation down the hallway. After checking into the office, meeting the principal, and getting a layout of my teachers and classes, I am now left on my own to find my first class. I had already missed homeroom due to all the paperwork and nonsense they made me fill out. Looking over the piece of paper I read once again the number and study of the class I was in search for. "English Literature Room 254."

"Ugh shoot me now." I speak out as I turn yet another corner in this godforsaken hallway. As I make the turn my eyes are so focused on this one piece of paper, I guess I am not really watching where I am going. Before I have time to process just what is taking place I feel my body collide with that of another. My heel in turn slipping against the flooring, I feel two arms grasp my body before I make contact with the ground.

"Jesus, you alright?" I feel my cheeks burn with embarrassment as I quickly bring myself to my knees and collect my belongings, which are now scattered all over. Reaching for my cell I accidentally brush against that of the strangers, his hand aiding in the collection of my items. Looking up for the first time since the collision, I am met with the most breathtaking pair of baby blue orbs that I have ever laid eyes on. Gasping out on reflex I take the phone from his hold and quickly shake my head.

"I…umm…what?" I lamely question as the blush on my cheeks only continues to grow. Kill me kill me now. I watch as the completely gorgeous man standing before me now has a smirk plastered along his features.

"You alright there?" His voice sends chills down my back and I bite the corner of my lip roughly, offering him a nod.

"You new here?" Again a nod. I must look like a complete idiot. But for the life of me I can't seem to find the words. Hearing his chuckle I shake my head before letting a laugh escape from my own lips.

"Oh god." I bring a hand to my forehead and shake my head in complete dismissal. "I'm…I'm Brooke." I finally voice. Offering my hand in his direction and ignore the jolt that bursts through me when his skin makes contact with my own.

"Lucas. Lucas Scott." He replies handing over a book that he had collected and gesturing down the hall. As I begin to walk along beside him I try once more at finding my voice.

"So Lucas, you go here?" Idiot. Of course he goes here. Why else would he be here? Now I must say I am usually not like this. Correction, I am never like this. I am usually really good at talking with guys, being around guys. Lately though, I have seemed to develop a nervous demeanor when talking with someone of the male persuasion. Maybe it has to do with all that I have endured. I'm not sure. But as of this very moment, I am wishing I could rewind just a bit.

"Yeah something like that. What about you Brooke Davis? What brings you to Tree Hill high? You don't look like our average student." His smile made my stomach flip and I turned my gaze ahead, as we continued walking.

"I umm…moved. Been in Tree Hill for a month now."

"Where from?"

"Chicago." It was a simple answer to his question. After all I am one to keep to myself. I lead a private life.

"You're quite a way from home huh?" He asks as we come to a stop right in front of the room I had been searching for.

"That was the point." I state as I look up at the number on the doorframe. "Is this your class too? I was supposed to be here…ugh a good five minutes ago. Hope the teacher isn't one of those uptight pricks with a stick up his ass. I hate teachers like that, and usually…" pausing I sigh before announcing. "Usually they're not so fond of me either."

He chuckles at my words and reaches a hand to my shoulder. Patting it softly he mutters.

"Couldn't imagine why." Opening the door for me he whispers. "Come on Brooke, you'll be fine. I'll protect you."

Walking into the class. I see several students scattered amongst the room, all broken off into groups chattering away. Not really sure where to sit I stand along the desks scanning the crowd for an unoccupied desk.

"Class if you could please take your seats. Sorry I'm late; I got a bit held up in the hallway. I'm sure you all remember me from last year. Those of you who haven't gotten a chance to meet me, lucky you. I am Mr. Scott. I am your English teacher. Welcome to my classroom." My mouth opens in shock as Lucas sends me a wink from the head of the class. Biting my lip I try to process this news. The teacher? He is my English Literature teacher?

"Brooke? Everyone welcome Brooke Davis to our classroom. She is new to the school and town. Lets make her feel comfortable here. If you could just find a seat Brooke, anywhere would be fine." Once again feeling the blush cascade over my cheeks I find an empty desk and force myself down. Lucas Fucking Scott, my new school teacher…just great.