Girls of the Clique
Author's Note: I had this idea because I absolutely loved this series. Some things are changed to better fit the characters, and as you can tell, this is completely AU. Not quite sure if anyone will be interested in it, but I hope you enjoy. Please read and review.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of One Tree Hill or The Clique Series.
Chapter One: Welcome to My Life
Brooke Davis stepped into the hall of Tree Hill High, and a few lousy freshman immediately jumped out of her way. No one dared to be in the way of Brooke, for they knew only misery would come if they did. Brooke was the queen bee of the school, and with good reason. Not only was she captain of the cheerleading squad, but she was the one everyone watched for the latest trends. Whether it was Gucci, Versace, Prada, Christian Dior, Dolce & Gabbana, Juicy Couture, Chanel, her favorite Jimmy Choo or Manolo Blahnik shoes, or her just her Fendi and Coach purses, nothing was ever 'out' if she had it.
She, along with her friends, ruled the school. There was four parts to the 'in crowd'. Following Brooke, was Peyton Sawyer. Peyton and Brooke had been best friends since elementary school, and they had always been the closest of the group. Peyton too had the wealth and popularity of Brooke. Peyton was taller than the rest, and blonde unlike the rest, but her power over students, and her close tie with Brooke made her a valuable asset to the group.
The next, was Bevin Prince. She was the ditz of the group, but was also a huge it girl. She didn't carry as much beauty as Brooke, but she was still hott to everyone at the school. She had met Brooke in seventh grade when she tried out with Brooke for cheerleading. Once again, came in second in the pair. But the taste in fashion, gossip, boys, and popularity led the two to friendship, and Peyton joined along.
The final of the four, was the red head, Rachel Gatina. She had entered Tree Hill in mid ninth grade. Her love of dancing led her to the cheerleading squad, where she also met Brooke, Peyton, and Bevin. Although she had been new, she was immediately the three welcomed the girl into their clique.
"Brookie!" Bevin called to Brooke as she turned around from her locker and noticed Brooke walking down the hall, her Manolo Blahnik stilleto heels clicking on the floor. Peyton made her way over to Bevin's locker, which was only a few down from hers.
"Bevy, P. Sawyer." She stated as she slightly hugged Bevin, followed by Peyton. "Where's Rach?" She asked, slightly annoyed that Rachel was already there. The group had serious issues to discuss…Haley James.
Haley was what you would call a Loser Beyond Repair. Not only could she not dress to save her life, tutor for enjoyment, but she was completely clueless when it came to high school. Haley lived next to Brooke, and the girl actually thought she had a chance a being friends with the clique. Puh-lease! The girls would never be caught dead so much as speaking to the girl in public. Brooke had once said "if she would pull her totally-out-of-date-Keds out of her ass and get a clue", she would see the Brooke was the least bit interested in anything involving the girl."
Haley had moved into the house next to Brooke's only a few short years ago. Her father was an old friend of Haley's father, and had offered to let them stay in the guest house while they we're looking for their own. In the meantime, Haley became one of those annoying little sisters that you had to hide from your friends. She had thought she would just fit right in, but that didn't happen.
Not only did Brooke not like her, but neither did any of the other three girls. And it wasn't considered allowable that one person let someone new to come in, without getting consent from the others. Soon after, the James' family had finally moved out of their guesthouse. Only one thing wasn't too great, they had moved to the house next door.
Haley had eventually taken the hint after the girls had countless tried of getting rid of her. She left Brooke alone and found her own way in Tree Hill. And to the day, Brooke and Haley avoided each other at all costs, hoping to never have to relive those horrible weeks.
Brooke pulled out her cell phone, and handed her purple Fendi handbag to Bevin. She flipped it open and hit '3' on her speed dial.
Bevin turned to Brooke and began to speak something, but was silence by Brooke's hand. She turned to Peyton. "Peyt, you will never believe who I ran into this morning." Peyton looked up from her nails, currently being filed, and to Bevin.
"Theresa Williams!" Bevin's face filled with disgust and anger. "She even had the nerve to tell me that my outfit looked so cute on me, now that I was loosing weight! That girl can be absolutely disgustingly obnoxious sometimes, I actually wanted to hit her in her surgically fixed nose, but I didn't want to ruin my Coach."
Peyton gave a smile to Bevin, as Brooke spun around quickly. She was about to ask what the two had been talking about, but was thrown off by an amazingly handsome guy with piercing ocean blue eyes walking down the hall. Lucas Scott. God, he was so cute, Brooke wanted to grab him and kiss his delicious lips right there.
Lucas Scott was the newest member of Tree Hill's basketball team. He had always been interested in basketball, and was really good at it, opportunity just never presented itself to join the team. But when a few players we're suspended, Nathan and Coach Whitey had both begged him to join the team.
Nathan Scott was his half brother. For awhile in junior high they had hated each other because of their parents' rivalry, but eventually overcame it. Nathan had always been friends with both Brooke and Peyton, but neither had been around Lucas a lot, because Lucas was rarely at Nathan's house. Since Lucas hadn't spent a lot of time around the team up until junior year, they hadn't spend time around Lucas.
Lucas had always been popular, and good with the girls. He even had somewhat of a worse past with girls than Nathan had. Now that he was on the team, and playing better than Nathan, the two were on top.
"Brooke!" Peyton yelled, for the third time. Brooke had been staring into space for a minute now, and was completely ignoring their calls.
Brooke straightened herself up and turned towards her friends. "I'm sorry, what?" She demanded, slightly annoyed that they had interrupted her Lucas watching trance.
"Did you hear any of that?" Bevin asked letting out a small giggle as she looked down the hall and noticed Lucas was the one she had been closely watching.
Brooke shook her head and took back her purse. "Of course. I totally agree with you Bev." Brooke stated, knowing she had no idea whatsoever of the unheard conversation. Although her friends already knew of her newfound crush on Lucas, she still decided not to tell them for her own benefit. She gave a confident half smile, then turned on her heels and started walking down the hallway, knowing that the two were with her.
When the three approached Rachel, Brooke gave her a quick hug, as they always did when first greeting each other. "What was so major time important that you had to call me out getting a latte? Do you realize I'm without caffeine right now?" Rachel asked in a joking annoyed tone that the girls sported often. It was just a part of their relationship…Pretending that they we're bothered by the other when really they loved it.
That was one thing that all four of the girls had in common. They all put up guards to the world, that only their best friends could see through. They didn't let people in in any emotional sense, only physical. The three chose to show everyone their strong, careless, emotionless side, appearing as mean bitches. They didn't want to let anyone in, so they in turn would not get hurt.
Brooke rolled her eyes to Rachel in a fake manner as they approached the sofa, now in the lounge. A seemingly non-existent freshman took the hint as both Brooke and Bevin were tapping their heels, and rose to his feet. Brooke stared as they quickly scattered off, leaving the space to the girls. She took a seat at her usual spot of the sofa and looked to her friends.
"So why you ask, as my life become a living hell? I will tell you, my friends. Two words…Haley James." Brooke stated, her voice changing from the light loving tone they shared as a group to the annoyed bitchy tone she shared with the rest of the world.
"What did she do now?" Peyton asked, wandering about the latest irritating stunt the girl has pulled. Peyton had known Haley for quite awhile, and even though she didn't have a huge problem with her, she knew Haley always did things that royally annoyed Brooke to her limit.
"Ohmigod, okay, so you know my father's small birthday party was the other night. Which I don't even understand why I had to be their for his party, I mean its not like I ever see him. But anyways, I was wearing this absolutely stunning Chanel skirt and these new cute Jimmy Choo stilettos. They're to die for…Gold! Ugh, I knew I shouldn't have dressed my best for something so lame."
All three girls looked at Brooke expectantly. She tended to get wrapped up in details in her stories, and even though they loved hearing about each other's new clothes, they wanted to hear the point of the story. "Brooke…" Peyton stated, letting Brooke know to get to the point.
"And in comes Haley, not even paying attention to where she was going. She fell into her chair…fell! She knocked her drink over, right into me! Completely all over the skirt and the shoes! And as if it wasn't bad enough that she ruined my new nine-hundred-and-eighty-dollar-skirt and my to-die-for-shoes. So she told my mother and father that I hadn't been to any of the tutor sessions and that she felt I should stop spending my time and daddy's money on shopping, because my grades are bad."
Brooke rolled her eyes, as she retold the story which only made her feel worse. All three girls had jaws dropped, and were waiting for the worse part to come. All of Brooke's 'Haley James' stories went that way.
"So due to that fact, my parent's decided to finally care, they said I couldn't have any more parties at the house while they were gone, and assure that Lydia James will keep a close eye."
Brooke's face showed that of a depression as she lowered it to Peyton's shoulder. All girls felt depressed at that moment, because they knew how great Brooke's parties were, and they knew how strict Lydia James, Haley's mom, was. One year she had been a chaperone to the Secret Sparkle Classic's and every teen felt like they were in boot camp.
"It's probably not so bad Brookie. Won't they just like…get over it or something?" Bevin asked, with a slight bit of stupidity. That was usual Bevin's role in the group, the ditz.
"He even threatened my platinum! And if he hears from little miss perfect…tutor girl, that this continues, they will cut all of them off! All of my cards!" Brooke clutched at her stomach and head as she said the words. "I feeling very light headed!" Brooke yelled in frustration.
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Haley sat in the bottom of her large bay window, as she did while she was usually working on homework. The window was opened so the peaceful air would gather into her room. There was one problem with it though, it was directly across from Brookes. The James and Davis houses were quite large, and somewhat close to each other. And of course, Brooke just had to have the room that was across from Haley's. Sometimes, Haley didn't even want to spend time in her room because she knew Brooke could see from standing at her own window.
She heard a loud sound, coming from a car window as Brooke pulled into her driveway. She seemed to be listening to a Heather Nova song, which fascinated Haley. She figured Brooke would never be caught listening to that type of music. She even watched as Brooke was singing, well more like screaming, the lyrics.
Like lovers do, I wanna feel that way
Yeah like lovers do, They lose themselves for days
Yeah I need to feel, I need to feel that way
A small laugh escaped from Haley's lips, as she looked back down to her work. Haley loved to sing, although she would never dare to sing in front of people. But she still loved singing, and even that particular song.
She looked back up from her World History book as she heard a car door slam. Brooke was now walking up her driveway in the direction of her house, and Haley was now quite envious of her. She wore a maroon colored Juicy sweatsuit, and her hair was put up into a messy ponytail. Haley suspected she had just gotten home from cheer practice, but she still looked amazing. She looked almost, sweet.
That fact almost made Haley feel guilty about exposing Brooke's academic status to her father, and for ruining some of Brooke's clothes. But Haley knew that Brooke deserved it, and she just couldn't force herself to apologize to Brooke. Then again, she partly felt that she should, seeing as how Brooke's A-list followers had been giving her dirty looks all day. It was one thing to get on Brooke's bad side, but to be on the whole groups, was a completely different scenario. A few minutes later, Haley heard the phone ringing in front of her, and the Caller ID said 'Davis'.
After arriving home cheerleading she marched up to her room loudly. Brooke was determined to call Haley James and fix this whole mess immediately. She had only seen Haley once at school, and that was earlier in the morning. She had decided not to confront her then, because she knew that throwing a hot latte on the girl could get her suspended from cheering at the game, and she knew she wouldn't be able to control her temper at that moment.
After dialing Haley's cell number, which Brooke had scorned herself for even remembering, she heard it ring a few times.
Hi, this is the Haley. I can't answer my phone right now, so leave a message. Beep.
Brooke rolled her eyes, even the girl's voicemail was lame. It gave Brooke newfound respect to her own voicemail. She let out a giggle to herself, remembering her message;
Hey, its Brooke, but you should know that since you called me! I can't get to my phone, or I'm screening, so do your thing!
But Brooke was snapped back into her thoughts when she remembered that Haley hadn't answered her call. She immediately stomped over to her window, and pulled back the frilly purple curtain. She absolutely loved it. Purple was the new color for royalty, or so they people at Vogue said so. Her room was absoultely to die for. It was mostly white, with a soft puple tint, and dark purple things accenting the room. From her post at her window, she saw Haley sitting on her bed, trying to hide from Brooke.
Anger grew on Brooke's face as she quickly marched over to her door and opened it. She found it awesome that she had a door that was just for her room, meaning she could leave at any time. And because there was only one other person she knew that had a door to their room…Lucas Scott.
She stepped outside and folded her arms across her chest, looking at Haley. She gave an evil smile as Haley looked up, and couldn't avoid the gaze that Brooke was giving her. She was caught. "Haley James, you answer your damn phone or I am coming over there!" She yelled angrily, then put on a sweet smile and walked back into her room. Once more she dialed Haley's number, and immediately there was an answer.
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So there was my first chapter. What do you think? Please let me know in a review. I've got a lot of ideas for it and I've already written parts of future chapters, but I'm not sure if anyone is going to want this continued so please review.
