Chapter 2: Introductions and Leprechauns

When Brooke pulled into the Tree Hill High parking lot in her baby blue VW convertible, she could feel her nerves rattling. Her hands were sweaty from gripping the steering wheel so tight, and she forced herself to let go and turn her car off. She sat in her car nervously, thinking of how hard this day may actually be. Oh God, she thought, I'm gonna be one of those socially-retarded new girls. I can see the headline now: Brooke Davis: Queen of Huntington High to Outcast of Tree Hill High. Brooke was feeling silly now; she knew she would make new friends, but she wasn't sure how cool or normal they would be. Ok, new resolution: if I make no new friends today, I'm cutting my wrists and going Goth.

Brooke shook her head, smiling stupidly, as she sighed and stepped out of her car. As she slammed the door behind her, she couldn't believe how normal her feet were walking when her heart was going 20 miles an hour. She switched her backpack to her right shoulder, walking confidently as she strode along the path leading up to the school. Her parents told her that her principal wanted to meet her at the office; where the fucking office was, Brooke didn't know.

Brooke climbed up the steps to her new school. She pushed through the doors that led into the school, and was shocked when the door didn't move, but instead, hit right into something. Brooke heard a loud "OW!" come from the other side of the door, and she pushed it open again, slowly. She almost laughed and screamed at the same time when she saw an attractive looking guy on the floor, books everywhere, and him holding his head.

Brooke ran to his side quickly, upset that she had already managed to screw up her first day of school. Now she would never make any friends. Thank God no one was in the hallway; she must've been real late.

Brooke put her hand lightly on this guy's shoulder, and she felt the same tingles she felt before with Nathan. He moved his hand away from his head, and Brooke was shocked at how attractive he really was.

He had dirty blond hair, deep pools of blue eyes, and a hot, muscular body she could tell dwelled underneath his clothes. She lost herself instantly in his eyes, and then shook her head when she realized she was staring. When she looked back at him, he was smirking, as if to say I saw you.

Brooke wasn't usually this gullible, but she couldn't find her normally bitchy Brooke self. He had a weird effect on her, and she liked it.

Brooke stood awkwardly, and the hot guy stood too, rubbing the back of his head. She could see him, noticeably, check her out from head to toe. Brooke once again found herself staring at him too, and she stuck out her hand. "I am so sorry for…that," she apologized sincerely, though plainly. Brooke Davis never apologized. What the fuck is wrong with me? He laughed, and his grin grew wider as he shook her hand and placed a small kiss to it. Brooke didn't blush; instead, she rolled her eyes. This was typical…

"Ahhh, it's ok. Sure, it hurt like a motherfucker, but I will be willing to forget the whole thing if you tell me your name," he replied sexily, his blue eyes blazing. Brooke smiled back at him, raising her eyebrow.

"Brooke Davis, and you would be?" she asked him curiously. She needed to know what to scream later in bed.

"Lucas Scott, and I am the man of your dreams," he cockily stated, and Brooke had a flashback to Nathan. She shook her head clear of him, and turned her full attention to Lucas. Brooke leaned up closer to him, her lips dangerously close to his ear. She could hear him take an intake of breath, and Brooke smirked.

"Man of my dreams, huh? Is that because you're amazing or just an amazing fuck?" she whispered in his ear, and she could feel him breathing on her neck. She leaned back away from him, and she could see Lucas's eyes blazing with desire. He cleared his throat and gained his composure. He grinned again, and raised his eyebrow.

"Both," he replied, and Brooke nodded, feeling herself believe that too. For some reason, though, Brooke was reminded of Nathan because of Lucas's behavior and cockiness. Lucas was hot, no doubt about that, but Brooke would choose Nathan over him any day. Brooke hit herself mentally; Nathan was fucking 23! Too old, even for Brooke Davis. Not too old to fuck, though…

Brooke's smile started to fade, disappointment in her mind. She composed herself and looked at Lucas, who was staring at her wantingly. Brooke laughed. "Wow, you're real modest," she told him sarcastically, and he chuckled.

"I can tell you're new here for two obvious reasons: 1. I would've noticed such a beautiful creature such as you. 2, everyone knows I'm the most popular and hottest bachelor in Tree Hill," he told her hotly, and Brooke cringed inside, shocked at his words. Did he just say… no, oh dear God. He sounds exactly like… "Baby, I'm one of the most wanted bachelors around." Nathan. Oh, fuck. This is too damn freaky.

Brooke looked back up at Lucas, and she could see him staring at her oddly. She fake smiled at him and nodded. "Well, obviously. I mean," she began, leaning closer to Lucas, " who could forget such a beautiful creature such as myself?" she whispered cockily, then she leaned back in her spot. She could see the confusion in his eyes, as if he was expecting her to compliment him. She laughed, then walked past him, making sure to brush against him as she did. "Well, sorry, Lukey, but I've got places to be, guys to fuck. See ya around," she teased, and she could feel him checking out her ass as she walked away, though she did not turn around.

Brooke turned the corner and stopped, leaning against the wall. She took a deep breath as the past moments fluttered in her head. It was bad enough she couldn't get Nathan out of her mind, but now his words and actions were practically stalking her. Brooke smacked herself, feeling stupid. Brooke, stop being ridiculous! You only feel like he's everywhere because you can't get him out of your head. Grow up! Brooke fought with herself. She sighed deeply, and realized she still had to go to the office. She looked around the empty hallway, and saw, out of the corner of her eye, a girl with curly blond hair sitting in front of the lockers, sketching. Brooke watched her curiously as the girl scribbled and erased, with a dark look in her eye.

Brooke had to admit: the girl was gorgeous. She had a skinny figure and a pretty face, but the angry look in her eyes made her less appealing. Brooke snapped out of her admiration when the girl accidentally flung all her pencils around the hallway, some near Brooke. The girl groaned, and Brooke could hear the girl curse under her breath. "Mother fuckin'… no damn good…" the girl cussed, and she started picking the pencils up, still not noticing Brooke.

Brooke picked up some of the pencils that were near her. Together, the girls picked up all the pencils, the mysterious girl still cursing. Brooke walked over to her and held out the pencils. The blond looked at her, obviously shocked that someone was there, or rather, helped her. The blond took the pencils and smiled gratefully, and Brooke was right in thinking the girl was prettier when she was happy. "Thanks."

Brooke waved her hand at her and smiled. "No problem. I'm Brooke Davis."

The blond nodded. "Peyton Sawyer. I can tell you're new. So, may I say: Welcome to Tree Hell High, err, I mean, Hill." Brooke laughed, immediately liking the girl. Peyton eyed her. "Why aren't you in class?" she asked suspiciously, and Brooke shrugged.

"I'm supposed to go to the office, but the fuckers here didn't tell me where the hell to go. I guess they assumed I would magically find my way there." Peyton laughed, and Brooke laughed with her. Peyton held out her arm, and Brooke linked with it quickly.

"Come on, I'll show you where to go. I'm supposed to be in class too, but I just hate math."


Peyton and Brooke doubled over with laughter when they came out of the office. Peyton decided she would come with Brooke to get out of class, and Brooke was happy she did.

Brooke met the principal, who was the main aspect of their laughter. When Principal Turner bent over to retrieve Brooke's file, a quiet rip was heard as his pants split down his butt. His leprechaun boxers shown through, but he didn't hear or feel the rip, so he continued walking around his office with the large tear. Brooke and Peyton took advantage of this: they made jokes about it, ("Mr. Turner, remember last year when you ripped up Zach's file?")("You are very Irish, aren't you Mr. Turner?") and they made his tear more noticeable by dropping things near him to pick up.

The evil girls continued to laugh, and Peyton had tears in her eyes. "Oh…my...God," she choked out when they had stopped laughing. Brooke nodded, tears also forming in her eyes. "I haven't laughed like that in so long."

Brooke sighed, breathing heavily. "That principal is so clueless."

Peyton nodded, and turned to Brooke, grinning. The bell rang, signaling lunch. Peyton stared at Brooke. "You have to meet my friends and my boyfriend. They will adore you." Peyton breathed out, and Brooke nodded, grinning. They linked arms again and headed outside, where Brooke assumed they ate. Peyton walked through the crowds of people, some of which said "hello" or "hey" to Peyton, but they just stared at Brooke like she was fresh meat. Brooke gulped and looked at Peyton, who was grinning at her still. "They just want something new to talk about," Peyton explained, and she sent glares to fellow starers.

Finally, Peyton stopped at a table where two boys and one girl sat. Brooke noticed one person immediately. He noticed her too. They smiled at each other, and Brooke was even happier she met Peyton. Lucas.

Peyton cleared her throat, and the other two people looked at her and Brooke. Peyton pointed at Brooke. "Hey guys, this is Brooke. She's new here, and pretty awesome. Brooke, this is Haley," Peyton introduced, pointing to a dark blond-headed girl. The girl was just as pretty as Peyton. Brooke shook her hand and smiled at Haley, who returned it widely. "She's a nerdy tutor here, but we still love her.

"This is Jake," Peyton continued and Brooke shook hands with a dark-haired, handsome guy. She smiled at him too, and he grinned. "And this…" Peyton started, pointing at Lucas, but Brooke interrupted her.

"…Is Lucas," Brooke stated, and sat across from him, smirking sexily at him. Lucas nodded to Peyton, who looked utterly confused. "We met earlier," Brooke explained, and Peyton nodded knowingly, sitting next to Brooke.

They made small talk, and Peyton looked at her watch every now and then. Brooke and Lucas sent secret looks to each other while the others weren't looking. Peyton looked at her watch again and sighed. Haley turned to her.

"Don't worry; he'll be here soon." Haley said softly to Peyton, and Peyton nodded. Brooke looked at them confused.

"Who?" Brooke asked aloud, and Peyton turned to her.

"My boyfriend. He's not usually late. I wonder where he is…" Peyton said quietly.

Brooke smiled at her. "How long have you two been going out?"

Peyton smiled, what seemed like sadly. "Two years. Long for high school, eh?"

Brooke was about to say something when she heard a deep and familiar voice behind her.

"Hey, guys, sorry I'm late." Peyton jumped up from the table, but Brooke didn't dare turn around. She was too shocked. She couldn't believe it; no it couldn't possibly be… Brooke's heart did flip flops, and she thought she was gonna be sick. Brooke was so dizzy right now. How could it be…?

She wanted to crawl under the table and get the fuck out of there, but it was too late. "Brooke," Brooke put a fake smile on turned around slowly. Her heart fell out of her ass when she saw it really was him. Brooke wanted to barf, but continued to smile. "Baby, this is Brooke. Brooke, this is my boyfriend, Nathan."