I'm not following the timeline of the show. Victoria had Sam when Brooke was 17 and living on her own, so Brooke is 17 years older and Sam is the same age as Jamie Scott. That's why Brooke didn't notice her mother was pregnant. As an FYI, I didn't watch OTH at first, so I haven't seen all the episodes. I've seen most of them from season 3 on, but if I do something inaccurate, that's probably why.


Sam examined her reflection in the mirror. She looked good if she did say so herself. She was wearing a red sundress that left little to the imagination. She'd always been able to get attention from guys. She was very attractive and she knew how to dress to make sure that every eye was on her. The only person she couldn't seem to get attention from was her mother.

She thought that getting expelled would get her mother's attention for sure. She couldn't have been more wrong. Victoria hadn't talked to Sam. Hell, she hadn't even yelled at Sam. She'd just shipped Sam off to the middle of nowhere.

Sam couldn't believe her mother had left her here alone. It's not like she and her mother had been close before, but they had at least lived in the same penthouse. Now that Sam was stuck in Tree Hill, she'd probably never even see her mother.

Maybe Sam should get expelled from this high school, too. Then Victoria wouldn't have any choice. She'd have to take Sam back to New York. Or would she?

Sam's last attempt at getting her mother's attention hadn't exactly panned out according to plan. What if Sam got expelled from Tree Hill High School and her mother sent her even further away? It was probably really hard to get expelled from a public school anyway. Hell, Sam had to work at getting expelled from the exclusive private school she'd attended in New York, but that was mostly because Victoria made donations every time Sam got in trouble.

Sam grabbed her bag and headed downstairs. She wanted to stop for coffee on the way to school.

Sam stood in line, glancing at the clock on her cell phone display. This was ridiculous. The line was out the door. How many people lived in this small town anyway? Were all of them at the coffee shop right now?

"Hey Sam."

Sam looked up and saw Brooke. She rolled her eyes. "Hey."

"Where's Victoria?" Brooke wondered.

"Home," Sam replied.

"She's not taking you to school?" Brooke said. She didn't know why she was surprised. Her mother hadn't exactly been there for her either.

Sam smirked. "Home as in New York. It'd be a long commute, don't you think?"

Brooke stared at Sam. Victoria hadn't even said goodbye. And wasn't she supposed to be here to enroll Sam in school? "What about school?"

"I'm fifteen, not five. I can take myself," Sam said.

"I mean, don't you need someone to enroll you?" Brooke explained.

Sam shrugged. "I have all the paperwork."

"I can take you," Brooke offered.

Sam hesitated. She didn't really want to take anything from Brooke. She didn't know her. More importantly, she knew her mother would be less than thrilled. But, she also didn't really want to walk to school. Tree Hill was hot and humid. "If you're sure you don't mind?"

Brooke smiled. This was the first time Sam had acted even remotely interested in getting to know her. "I don't mind."

Sam finally reached the front of the line. "A large coffee," she ordered. She produced a platinum credit card from her wallet and handed it to the cashier. She grabbed several sugar packets.

Brooke watched her sister and knew history was repeating itself. She'd suspected it from day one, but now she knew with absolute certainty that Victoria had given Sam a credit card with no limits and no supervision.

Sam followed Brooke to her car. Brooke realized how late it was when she turned the engine on and the digital clock came to life. "You're going to be late for school!"

"Fashionably late." Sam grinned.

Brooke didn't look amused. "Sam, it's your first day and you're late! Not a good start!"

Sam rolled her eyes. "You're my sister, not my mother," she snapped. "And from what Mother said, you weren't exactly a model student."

Brooke thought for a moment before she spoke. She didn't want to say the wrong thing. She really wanted a relationship with her sister. She didn't have a relationship, or at least not a good one, with either of her parents. Sam was the only family she had. "No, I'm not your mom, but I do care about you."

"You don't even know me," Sam pointed out.

"The only reason I don't know you is because Victoria never told me you existed," Brooke fumed. It hit Brooke suddenly that Sam hadn't seemed the least bit surprised to find out about her. "Did you know about me?"

"I knew I had a half-sister who didn't want anything to do with my mom," Sam mumbled.

"Have you met her?" Brooke teased.

Sam tried not to smile, but failed miserably. "She has her moments," she admitted.

"That's the understatement of the year," Brooke commented.

Sam smirked. "Thanks for the ride."

Haley had just finished calling roll and was in the middle of introducing their next novel when a pretty brunette sauntered into her classroom sipping a coffee. As soon as Haley saw her, she knew this had to be the sister Brooke told her about. The girl looked like a miniature version of Brooke. "Thanks for joining us, Miss…?"

"Davis," Sam replied. She headed for a seat in the back of the class.

"Latecomers sit in front. And there's no food or drinks in class unless you bring enough for everybody," Haley said.

Sam stopped in her tracks. She stood there and took her time downing the remainder of her drink. She smirked as she tossed it in the trash. She could feel all the guys' eyes on her as she sashayed to the front and it felt good.

Haley tried not to smile. This kid reminded her so much of her best friend. Unfortunately, she also appeared to have Brooke's slutty tendencies from back in the day, too. Her dress was way too short.

Haley called Brooke during her planning period.

"Hey Tutor Mom," Brooke said when she picked up.

Haley smiled at the nickname. "Hey. Your sister is just like you."

"She's in your class?" Brooke asked curiously. She knew it was silly, but she felt a little jealous that Haley seemed to know more about her own sister than she did.

"Unfortunately," Haley said lightly.

"Hey!" Brooke feigned insult.

"She was late. She was drinking coffee in class. She clearly has a problem with authority," Haley began rattling off a list of everything Sam had done.

"The first two are partially my fault," Brooke admitted. "I ran into her at the coffee shop and I gave her a ride."

"If you ran into her at the coffee shop, it's not your fault. She was already getting coffee and running late. You just made her less late," Haley pointed out. "Did you see what she was wearing?"

Brooke laughed. "The dress was a little short, huh?"

"I'll say," Haley replied.

Sam had no problem making friends. She was pretty and flirtatious so all the guys at Tree Hill High School were being extraordinarily friendly to the new girl. She joined several of the basketball players for lunch.

"Do you play any sports?" Jason asked as his eyes skimmed the length of her figure appreciatively. She was definitely in good shape.

"I was a cheerleader at my old school, but I missed tryouts here," Sam replied.

"My girlfriend's the captain of the cheerleading squad and one of the girls just hurt herself. You should talk to her," Matt suggested.

"Yeah, that'd be great." Sam flashed a perfect smile at Matt.

"Hey Kaley!" Matt called. A cute blonde wearing a cheerleading uniform bounced over. "This is Sam. She's new. She's a cheerleader." Kaley and Sam became fast friends and arranged for Sam to try out after school.

Maybe this place wouldn't be so bad after all. There were definitely some hot guys. Sam could have a lot of fun here with a house all to herself. Victoria had even let Sam choose, and Sam had found the perfect party house with a pool and a hot tub. She couldn't wait to throw her first party on Friday.

Brooke grew increasingly frustrated as the week drew to a close. She hadn't seen her sister since Monday morning. She'd been getting updates from Haley. Mostly Haley called to complain about what a pain in the ass Sam was in class. Brooke had felt proud when she heard that Sam made cheerleader.

On Thursday night Brooke joined Haley at the high school basketball game. She'd pretended to be there to support Nate, but she really wanted to see Sam.

"She looks so cute in her uniform," Brooke gushed.

Haley laughed. "She looks exactly like you."

"And we all know I looked good in that uniform." Brooke smirked.

"Good yes. Cute no. You were never the cute girl next door and Sam isn't either," Haley replied.

"Come on, you're her teacher, Hales. Unless she's having sex under the bleachers, you can't know that she's anything like me," Brooke said even though she had a feeling Haley was right. Sam was too much like Brooke for her own good.

"Teachers know their students' reputations," Haley insisted.

"She's been here less than a week! She can't have a reputation yet," Brooke said. As she watched her sister, she began to wonder if Sam really had managed to make a reputation for herself in such a short time. She noticed the teen smiling seductively at several of the basketball players.

Brooke found Sam easily after the game because she hadn't taken her eyes off the teen for a second. She didn't even know the score of the game. "Hey Sam."

Sam looked up. She looked surprised to see Brooke there. "Um hi. What are you doing here?"

Brooke had come to see Sam, but she had a feeling telling the kid that Haley had been giving her daily updates and Brooke knew she would be cheerleading would cause Sam to put her guard up.

"One of my best friends is the basketball coach," Brooke said, looking down at the basketball court. "You look so cute in your uniform. I was a cheerleader, too, you know."

"First of all, I don't look cute," Sam said. She hated the word cute. It should be reserved for puppies and babies. Sam preferred the word hot. "And I know you were a cheerleader."

"You do?" Brooke said, confused.

Sam nodded. "There are pictures of you in your uniform at home, you know."

Brooke was surprised that Victoria had pictures of her out. "I'm surprised she didn't burn them."

Sam laughed. "No, I mean, I know you guys don't get along, but she's proud of you. She talks about how well you've done."

"Thanks, Sam," Brooke said. She wasn't sure what to do with that. As angry as she was with her mother, part of her still wanted Victoria's approval. Still, telling Sam how well Brooke had done didn't make up for all the times Victoria had ignored her. "Hey, you want a ride? I was thinking we could-"

Before Brooke could finish her sentence, a good-looking basketball player interrupted them. He had dirty blonde hair with gel in it, blue eyes and a perfectly toned body. He draped an arm over Sam's shoulders. "Hey, you ready?"

"I've been ready," Sam replied, raising her eyebrows.

"Ready for what?" Brooke demanded. She didn't like the way this kid was looking at Sam at all. Come to think of it, she didn't like the way her little sister was looking at him.

Sam shot a glance back at Brooke. "I've got a ride. Thanks, though."

Brooke grabbed Sam's arm as she started for the door. "I think it'd be better if I gave you a ride," she insisted.

Sam looked thoroughly annoyed. "Jason, I'll meet you outside." Sam waited until she was alone with Brooke to continue. "I told you, you're not my mother. I don't care if you think it'd be better if you gave me a ride. Hell, I don't care what you think." She jerked her arm out of Brooke's grip and stormed off.

Haley, Nate and their son, Jamie were waiting for Brooke in the gym. "It looks like that went well," Haley said sarcastically.

"Very funny," Brooke muttered. She still couldn't believe how angry Sam had been. "All I said was that I thought it'd be better if I gave her a ride and she freaked out!"

"I told you she has a problem with authority," Haley reminded her friend.

"Maybe she has a problem with me," Brooke said sadly.

"I think she just has a problem with anyone who dares tell her what to do," Haley said reassuringly.

"Thanks, Haley. Nate, what do you know about Jason?" Brooke asked.

"He's a good player, but he's got a bad attitude. Last year he got demerits for drinking," Nate replied.

"Great," Brooke muttered. The last thing Sam needed was a bad boy. She seemed perfectly capable of getting into trouble on her own.

Brooke drove by Sam's house. A Jeep with a Tree Hill High School Basketball sticker on it was parked in the driveway.

Brooke rang the doorbell. When Sam didn't answer, she started banging on the door furiously. She had to get in there before anything happened. She didn't want Sam to do anything she would regret.

Brooke didn't stop knocking until her fist began to hurt. She noticed music coming from the backyard and started in that direction. It was a cool night. Why on earth would they be outside? They had the house to themselves.

Brooke surveyed the scene in front of her. Her little sister was straddling Jason in the hot tub. Two glasses were in the drink holders and Brooke was willing to bet they held some kind of alcoholic beverage.

"SAM!"

Sam looked up in surprise. "Brooke? What are you doing here?"

Sam didn't look the least bit scared. Jason looked extremely uncomfortable. He shifted Sam off of him and got out of the hot tub as fast as he possibly could. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist, but not before Brooke saw that he definitely was not wearing a swimsuit.

Sam followed him. "You don't have to go!" Brooke was slightly relieved that she was wearing a bra and panties.

"Yes, he does!" Brooke shouted.

"See you tomorrow," Jason called as he took off.

Brooke threw a towel to Sam. "We need to talk," she said, her tone deadly.

Sam glared at Brooke. "OK I'll start. How many times do I have to tell you that you are NOT my mother? This is NOT your house! You can't barge in here and kick my friend out!"

"Your friend?" Brooke asked quietly.

"Yeah, Jason is my friend. And unlike you, I actually invited him over," Sam said snidely.

"You were half naked on top of your friend. You're fifteen! You shouldn't be half naked with anyone, but especially not with some guy who is just your friend! Do you want a friend with benefits or do you want a guy who loves you and respects you?" Brooke shouted.

Sam snickered. "I can't believe you're actually lecturing me on this. I've seen your yearbooks. You were a slut in high school!"

Brooke took a deep breath. "I'm not proud of who I was in high school, but I've changed."

"Now you're a slut and a hypocrite?" Sam retorted.

Brooke glared at Sam. "Now I respect myself enough not to jump into bed with guys who don't respect me."

"I didn't jump into bed. I jumped into the hot tub so we're good here," Sam pointed out. She was deliberately trying to get a rise out of Brooke and it worked.

"That is not the point and we are definitely NOT good here!" Brooke said angrily.

"I've said everything I have to say to you. I'm going to bed. I have school tomorrow," Sam didn't give Brooke a chance to respond before she went into her house through the back door. Brooke tried to follow her, but Sam locked the door. Sam smirked as she waved at Brooke through the glass door.