A/N;; Wow thanks for all the feedback. i didn't expect to get that much back. yess, this is a very different story than the other ones going on around here. but the reason fanfiction is here is to allow us to 'unleash our imagination' right? lol. alright, anyways, i think there's some things that we need to clear up before continuing.
- i know i said that Brooke's friends were Haley and Rachel, but i'm adding Peyton to the mix. she's hardly a friend to them, but that's how it played out in my head, so she's somewhat apart of the group of them. but things start going sour concerning Peyton and her friends.
- Brooke's the new girl, so she doesn't really know all about what the boys are up to career wise and money wise.
- i know i also said that Deb wasn't in this fic, but when i thought about it i decided to put her in as the manager of Karen's Cafe while Karen was away traveling the world. that way there's a standard hang out place and Haley's still the working girl, busting tables and such.
Some of you have sort of thought that there was going to be a match against Lucas and Nathan, and i just want to say that no, there won't be one between each other anytime soon. Cooper's an idiot, but he's not that stupid. if you think about it, the boys would be losing money if they fought each other. but idk, we'll see how it all plays out and there might be a match between the two brothers in the near future. Note;; i made up Owen's last name, and if the show actually states his last name, then i will change it so it makes more sense. Brooke and Lucas will not be the only couple in the story either, so you'll just have to keep on reading to find out! Enjoy and review!
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Chapter Two;; I Know Your Story.
"Now here's your schedule to the school. It appears that you have Pre-Calculus first period today, and if you have any questions, here's the school map. If you're one of those people that are terrible at reading maps, then I'm sure one of the other students in the halls will be happy to show you around," the feeble old lady said from the behind the front desk.
Brooke smiled politely, "Thanks, but I'm sure I got it covered." Just the thought of asking someone if they could show her around was enough to make her want to vomit. Not only that, but the bell had just rung for first period. Brooke was pretty sure they all did that on purpose so she would have to walk in when everyone was already seated, all eyes on her.
"If you say so. Welcome to Tree Hill High Miss Davis." She was hoping that she didn't receive the 'Welcome' speech from one of the teachers, or the principal, because frankly Brooke Davis didn't care. If things went as planned, she wasn't even going to be here long enough to not be called the 'New Girl.'
Roaming through the halls, she felt every single eye staring at her up and down. Not that she wasn't used to it, but half of the reason was because she was hot, and other reason being that she was new, and no one had ever seen her around these halls before. The first day of school was always a drag, especially when you were starting all over.
Brooke looked at her schedule, and it looks like the old hag updated her glasses; she did have Pre-Calculus first period in Room 123. Not only did she despise math in general, in her last school she was barely getting by in Pre-Cal. Something told her she was going to have to get some extra help in this freaking school.
Room 123. The place of her doom. She cautiously turned the knob, rolling her eyes at the squeak that it made as she pushed it all the way open. There was a teacher seated at a desk, typing something on the computer, different equations and charts neatly written on the board. It wasn't until she completely entered the room until she saw all the students, looking straight at her.
Sighing, she slowly walked towards the teacher's desk, where a man with thick glasses sat about two inches away from the computer screen. He sat there typing continuously, obvlivious to the fact that there was a whole class in the room. She turned to the class, trying to find some guidance. Some were copying down stuff on the board, but most were still staring at her.
Brooke cleared her throat, "Uhm, excuse me, Mr., Hoyt?" she asked, checking her schedule for the teacher's name.
He tore his eyes away from the computer, his eyes blinking up at her. She quietly handed him her late slip, and a little note that she was a new student. He took it gingerly, holding it close up to his eyes. For someone that wore such thick glasses, he really did read things up closely.
"Yes, Miss Davis," he began, handing her the slip, "Welcome to Pre-Calculus. Now, take any one of the available seats, and I'll get you ready with your books and such." She smiled politely for the second time that day, but frowned suddenly when she had to sit somewhere. Turning around, she surveyed the class. It was a usual high school class. You had your geeks, the sluts, stoners, the jocks, and then the wannabees who were convinced that they were cooler than what everyone thought.
They were all staring at her now, whether they still had their pencils in their hands, or they're attention was completely on her, Brooke knew this would be one big awkward moment. Gulping, she spotted a seat in the middle of the middle row. Now that she had found a seat, Brooke actually had to sit her butt down in it.
Gripping her notebook in her left hand, Brooke slid her way to her seat, collapsing in it relievingly. As she sat there, she felt the looks that everyone in the class was giving her. She couldn't say that they were bad, it was just something you had to go through when you were new. It didn't mean she had to be okay with it though.
"You can relax you know. We're not going to bite you," a voice said from next to her. Broooke turned her head, seeing a girl seated next to her, with strawberry blonde hair.
Brooke smiled, "Could've fooled me. I'm Brooke," she said, hoping that she could make a friend, or maybe even an acquaintance. Either way, she girl looked nice. Maybe she was a nerd.
The girl smiled back at her, "I'm Haley. So what brings you to boring old Tree Hill."
"I don't even know," Brooke shrugged. "I moved here from California, and my parents thought that we needed time away from all the hustle and bustle."
Haley chucked quietly, "Well you came to the right place. Nothing ever really happens here; makes it kind of boring for us teenagers."
"Alright class," Mr. Hoyt said, standing up from his desk. "Now if you all would get into pairs and continue working on the assignment, I'll be in the teacher's lounge." And with that, he picked up his coffee mug and walked out of the room. Brooke looked on in confusion, watching everyone move their desks together and continue working.
"So you mean to tell me that the teacher leaves the classroom, and everyone still works on the assignment?" she asked incredulously.
Haley shrugged, "Yeah, kind of surprising, isn't it? You see, we're all stuck here by our parents' plans to have a small quiet life. The only way out is college, which that being said, there's no way we can make it out of this town if we don't have college to fall back on. So, we study and get the best grades that we can, maybe some scholarships here and there."
"Wow, this is way different than California," Brooke stated, helping Haley move their desks together.
"I'll bet. So where do you live anyway?"
"I think it's Cherry St. It's that big white house with the red door," Brooke explained.
"Nice house," Haley nodded. "I've been wondering when someone's going to move in there. I live in the next street."
"So I'm guessing everyone lives near everyone," she assumed. Everyone else was working around them, but Brooke and Haley was continued to talking about Brooke's life, what there was to do around the boring town of Tree Hill. From what Brooke could gather, there wasn't much, but you kind of had to deal with it.
Before she knew it the bell had rung, signaling second period. Everyone picked up their books and moved their desks back together before exiting the room. She felt better to walk out of the classroom with someone else with her, even though Haley didn't seem like the person who went looking for friends. If anything, Brooke figured she had a whole group of them. It seemed that news of a new girl roaming the halls had been passed down by the end of first period, because even more people seemed to be staring at her and whispering behind her back. She was used to it, people talking about her, but it was a lot stranger when they were talking about how pretty she was or how expensive her shoes were.
"What's your next class?" Haley asked. Brooke handed her the schedule sheet. Haley examined it, "Looks like we have the next four classes together, including lunch and study hall."
"Really?" Brooke asked, thinking that her luck was finally turning around.
Haley nodded, "Yeah, so now we're off to English Literature, Mrs. Kwan. Now I would catch up on your reading skills. We have to do book reports twice a month, and every quarter we have to do a project. Most of us just do basic book reports, but if your're a real nerd, you do actual projects, posterboard and all."
"What kind of projects do you do?" Brooke asked, entering Room 127.
Haley smirked, "Posterboard and all." They approached another desk where a strict asian woman sat, once again, typing on a computer.
"Uhm. Mrs. Kwan?" Haley asked. "This is Brooke Davis. She's a new student here."
Mrs. Kwan looked Brooke up and down before smiling, "Welcome to English Lit. I'll have Haley here help you around today. Sit wherever you'd like."
As they turned around to take a seat, Brooke mumbled, "So is she a teacher that actually teaches?"
Haley nodded, "Oh yeah. You actually have to listen and pay attention. Her tests are a bitch." As they laughed a group of guys entered the classroom, and Brooke had to say, they were certainly something to look at. One thing was for sure, they were all very good looking. Haley followed Brooke's eyes, smirking at her new friend's reaction.
"Don't drool," she stated, opening up her book to the page they left off. This didn't really surprise her. Hell, Haley did it too everytime they entered a room.
Brooke looked away, "Wow, is all I can say." They dressed nicely, their muscular arms revealed by their fitted shirts. Brooke had seen her fair share of guys, but this group seemed to be the best things she had seen since she had landed in the godforsaken town of Tree Hill, North Carolina. They seemed to be laughing at a joke that one of them said.
"You and just about every other girl in this school," Haley explained as the bell rang.
X.X.X
Lunch could have not gotten there soon enough. After sitting through an hour of Mrs. Kwan talking about nothing more than The Great Gatsby and the immense amount of homework from it, she had taken to staring at the crew of boys that had caught her eye from the second they walked in. Not only were they hot, but they were really smart too, answering every question that Mrs. Kwan had asked them. Brooke thought that she could actually find some peace in her Spanish class. Which, unfortunately, wasn't the case. Mrs. Rodriguez had showered them with homework as well, making them conjugate a hundred verbs into the imperfect tense. It was something that Brooke was familiar with, but not a hundred times in a row.
Luckily she had Haley in all those classes, and the whole learning process wasn't so boring and hard anymore. Haley had spent the last two classes filling Brooke in on just about everybody at Tree Hill High. She explained all he different groups of people, the scandals that they had all been apart of, and whether or not to avoid, or enter with caution. Although it was a small school in a small town, it wasn't that different than school in California. But she guessed it was the same everywhere else, it didn't matter where you were.
They were sitting at a picnic table a little away from all the noise and the jocks in the middle of a deep arm wrestling fight. Brooke picked at her double cheeseburger and fries, her nerves still getting in the way of her appetite. Haley was eating while highlighting stuff in her English book. Brooke stared at her.
"So you weren't kidding when you said you did those posterboard projects," Brooke smirked.
Haley looked up from her book, "Yeah, well I got to find a way to get out of here somehow. What with my younger sisters complete prodigies, and my older sister a train wreck, I have to find a way out of that house. Otherwise, I think I'll strangle myself to death or something."
Brooke chuckled, looking around the courtyard, "Okay, so I know you have some friends. Right?"
Haley nodded, "What did you take me for? I am a nerd, but I do have friends. They're right there actually." Brooke turned her head to see a blonde and a red head making their way past all the different tables. Some guys turned to slap them on the rear, causing them to roll their eyes in disgust. They seemed like they got that a lot, and they had learned to not care.
"Haley! Could you be anymore of a dork than you already are," the red head said, taking a seat at the table. She looked like one of the girls that Brooke used to get into it with. Those girls that were just like her, which made it all the more interesting to deal with. The blonde had wiry hair, and was wearing a concert T-shirt, jeans, and converses. Somewhat of a loner.
Haley rolled her eyes, "Rachel we've been over this time and time again. Oh guys this is Brooke Davis, she's new here."
Rachel cocked her eyebrow, "Davis? So you're the family that moved into that house with the red door."
"Uhm, yeah?" Brooke said, not really knowing what that meant.
"Oh sorry. I live right next door to you. I'm Rachel Gattina," she said, offering her manicured hand. Brooke took it. Rachel examined her hands, "French manicure. Cute."
Brooke smiled, "Thanks." The way she saw it, this relationship with Rachel Gattina could go two ways. One being they could be the best of friends. Or, they were more alike than Brooke had originally thought, and pretty soon they would go on to bitching each other out everyday, and they wouldn't be friends. But Brooke was hoping it was the first one.
Rachel nodded towards the blonde, "And this is Peyton Sawyer. Sorry for her rudeness, she's currently busy staring at Lucas Scott."
Peyton glared at her, "Why don't you shut up Rachel. Hi Brooke," she said, before turning her head in the opposite direction.
Rachel rolled her eyes, "Okay, I can't stand this anymore. I'm going to go look for my Chemistry homework. Peyton, you should go look for a life."
Peyton once again glared at Rachel before getting up and walking towards the source of her all her attention. Rachel smirked at the blonde before getting up and walking towards the entrance fo the building. Haley looked on in amusement as she watched her friends walk away from each other. Brooke looked on in confusion.
"Okay, so what just happened?" Brooke asked, suddenly feeling like this was a daily occurrance.
Haley smirked, "Don't freak out too much over it. It happens all the time. Peyton's obsessed, Rachel's just honest about it."
"What is Peyton so obsessed about?" Brooke asked, turning around to see where Peyton had went. She had gone across to the table in the corner, where the object of her affections during English were sitting, looking cool with their sunglasses on, acting like they didn't have a care in the world.
"I told you every girl in this school was in love with them," she said, closing her book and capping her highlighter.
Brooke looked at her, "You never told me their story."
Haley shrugged, "You never asked." Just as they said that, one of the boys from the 'Cool Crew,' Brooke had dubbed them, walking up to them with a neon yellow piece of paper. He was even more good looking with every step that he took, his brown hair blowing in the wind. He was wearing a vintage T-shirt with dark wash jeans and Converses.
"Hey Jake," Haley greeted, smiling up at him. The way they were talking, Brooke could've thought they knew each other, which made it all the more confusing. It seemed that Haley James had a lot more connections and friends than Brooke had originally thought. Maybe geeks were just as well known as the jocks or the sluts.
Jake cracked a smile slipping his shades off, revealing his honey colored eyes, "Hey James, what's up?"
"Nothing really, just eating lunch. This is Brooke by the way, she's new here," she stated, causing Brooke to glare at her new friend.
Jake looked at her thoughtfully, "So you're the new girl. Well I'm Jake. Welcome to Tree Hill."
Brooke smiled, "Thanks." That was all she could say, his eyes mesmerizing her.
"So," he began, sitting down at the table, "there's this little thing going on over at the Pit, it's a couple of miles outside town, near the Blue Post. You guys should check it out."
Haley looked at him knowingly, "This thing being a match or something? No thanks Jake, we're not interested."
"Come on Hales," Jake began. "It's the Scott brothers both in action Friday night. It's going to be complete chaos, in a good way, and if you're not there you're seriously missing out."
Haley smiled sweetly, "If we promise to think about it, will you leave it alone?"
Jake shrugged, "Okay, I guess I can live with that. But I got to run, see you guys later." He set the flyer down on the picnic table before standing up, pulling his shades back down, and walking towards the table he came from. Seated there was a blonde who stared at Brooke intently, causing her to blush and turn around.
"No offense, but what's so bad about going to this thing Friday night?" Brooke asked innocently, looking at the flyer Jake had left.
Haley chuckled, "Oh you obviously have no idea who those guys are."
Brooke smirked, "I do know that they're absolutely gorgeous, and from the way you were talking to Jake, you know him too. So, what's the scoop, you can't keep this from me any longer."
Haley sighed, nodding Brooke over to the boys, "Alright, so the guy that just came up here is Jake Jagielski. Not only is he gorgeous, but he sings too. Double whammy."
"Ooh, I like," she joked.
"And the biggest guy over there? That's Owen Revels. He used to be a drug addict, which caused him to fail junior year once. But he turned it all around and still looks good."
Brooke looked at the other two guys left over, the boys with the most dreamy eyes she had ever seen, "And what about the last two?"
Haley smirked, "Those are the ever famous Scott brothers. They're fraternal twins, the dark haired one is Nathan and the blonde is Lucas. Those four are just as known around here as the jocks. One thing's for sure; everyone's scared shitless of them, especially the Scott brothers."
"Why?" Brooke asked.
"Because of what they do," Haley shrugged. "They're involved in the mixed martial arts, think UFC fighting without the whole association."
"Why do they do it. I mean, they don't look like they really need anything to fight for," Brooke said.
"Oh believe me they wouldn't be living the high life if they didn't do it. Those boys get thousands of dollars each fight," Haley explained.
"So they fight for the money?" Brooke assumed.
Haley shrugged, "I couldn't tell you. But Nathan and Lucas' father Keith died a couple of years ago in a car accident, it left them all devastated. Their mother, Karen, was so hurt and heartbroken over it that she just had to get out of this town. So now she's traveling around the world, leaving Lucas and Nathan by themselves."
"Without any money or anything?" Brooke asked incredulously.
Haley chuckled, "No. Karen left them enough money to pay the bills and stuff. But Nathan and Lucas are teenagers, and they want to have their fun and buy what they want too."
"Sounds like the high life to me," Brooke said, staring at the group. "So if that's their deal, what the hell is with Peyton hanging around them?" Just as she asked that, Rachel came back with her notebook, wearing an accomplished expression on her face.
"Well, good thing there was a nerd standing around in the hallway. I got him to finish my Chemistry homework in ten minutes flat," she said, sitting back down.
Haley narrowed her eyes, "Define finished."
Rachel shrugged, "Okay, so I didn't do any of it. But he seemed like he was honored to do it all or something."
Haley shook her head as Brooke laughed, "Whatever Rachel. I was just about to tell Brooke about the love story of Lucas and Peyton..."
Just then Rachel busted out laughing. Haley chuckled at the sight while everyone around them gave them strange looks. Brooke just sat there, wondering what the hell had just happened. That seemed like it was going to be a daily thought while in Tree Hill. Rachel was holding onto her stomach, taking deep breaths. It wasn't until a minute later she finally composed herself.
"I don't get what's so funny," Brooke stated, watching Haley and Rachel chuckling.
Rachel smirked, "You have a lot to learn here New Girl. One being the story of Lucas Scott and Peyton Sawyer."
"What's the deal with them?" she asked, suddenly realizing that this town was going to be a lot more interesting than she had originally thought.
"You see, Lucas and Peyton are anything but a love story. And if they are, it's unrequited love on Peyton's part. The two of them used to date a couple of years ago. Then Nathan and Lucas started their whole fighting job, and their romance kind of fizzled and died out. Only probem is, Lucas is over it, but Peyton's not. Everytime Lucas is pissed off or upset, Peyton finds some way to be there when he's having those moments. They screw, Peyton thinks that they're going to get back together, but Lucas kicks her ass to the curb."
"In the most gentle of sense," Haley said. "Peyton still has this believe that her and Lucas are meant to be together. She's just having a hard time letting go."
Rachel rolled her eyes, "Hales are you kidding me? It's been a year already, you would think Peyton would be over it by now, or at least moved on."
"Seriously," Brooke added, watching the group. Peyton was seated next to Lucas, taking in every word he was saying. Lucas was talking to Nathan, Jake, and Owen animatedly, not paying a single attention to the blonde girl next to him. Every once in awhile, she would say something to try to get Lucas' attention, but it never lasted for long.
"So you see, Brooke. Peyton's just a pathetic mess," Rachel ended.
"But she's still your guys' friend?" Brooke smirked.
Haley shrugged, "Well we can't exactly ditch her. Plus when she's not pining over Lucas, she actually seems like she has a life."
Rachel nodded, "Yeah, she's pretty cool to party with when she's not obsessing, which isn't that much."
"Alright Rachel so tell me, what's the big deal about going to this fight match on Friday? Jake came over to invite us to it, but Haley didn't seem too keen on going," Brooke said, staring at Haley from across the table. Haley just looked at Rachel.
"Well, if you like seeing guys shirtless and sweaty, then by all means, we should go," Rachel began. "But if you get grossed out by blood and bruised eyes, then you might want to stay home."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Brooke, I wasn't kidding when I said these guys fought in mixed martial arts competitions," Haley said.
Brooke shrugged, "I mean, is it really that bad?"
Rachel chuckled, "Oh yeah. It definitely gets a little intense. Haley can only stay in there for a couple of minutes. As for me, just the sight of Owen shirtless is enough to give me strength."
Just then the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. Brooke slipped her schedule sheet out from her back pocket, unfolding it to check her next class. Before she even had time to check a hand had snatched it away and Haley looked at her, "We have study hall next. It's in the library."
Brooke shook her head smiling, thankful that she had all these classes with Haley, "Alright, lead the way."
They were about to head back into the halls when Haley turned to Rachel, "Rach, are you comiing? You have study hall with us too."
Rachel looked at them, "Yeah, I'll be there in a minute. I'm just going to wait for Owen."
Haley rolled her eyes, "Of course, I shouldn't even be surprised. Alright we'll just see you in the library."
As they were walking away, Brooke turned around and watched the scene unfold. The big buff Owen was talking to Rachel, showing all signs and intentions of some major flirting action going on. Brooke watched in amusement, already almost having everybody figured out.
"The funny part is they both have study hall this same period too," Haley added, knowing what Brooke was thinking.
"So there's something going on with those two?" she asked as they walked towards the library.
"Hardly. They're not really in a relationship, but they somewhat like each other. Rachel doesn't want a committment and I don't think Owen does either. They just have their fun."
"So what? It's a friends with benefits kind of thing?" Brooke asked, entering the library. There were already a good number of students already there, either on the computer or seated at the tables, working in homework that they didn't want to do when they got home. Sitting behind the Media Center front desk was a tiny lady with wiry grey hair, wearing what seemed to be the latest fashion in the 50's. Something told her that this lady wasn't one to toy with either, no librarian ever was.
"You could say that," Haley said, sitting at an empty table. Brooke set her back down too before sitting down. Just then the four hotties walked in, along with Peyton and Rachel. Brooke watched them until they started another table, filling it up. She didn't know what it was about them, but Brooke could never take their eyes off them for long. They looked interesting, and what with their overall story embedded into her memory, Brooke wanted to know more.
"Okay," Brooke whispered, "So you say that those guys fight in mixed martial arts competitions? How do they know how to fight like that?"
"It's something that they've been working on ever since their mom left, and the fact that Owen kind of introduced the whole thing to the rest of them. There's this training gym on the outskirts of town, that's where they go almost everyday after school when they don't have a match that night."
"How do you know all of this? I mean, okay you're friends with Jake, but how is it that you know all this stuff?"
Haley chuckled, "Brooke everyone knows. In case you forgot, this is Tree Hill we're in, everybody knows everybody's business. Now I have some homework that I have to finish before I go to work today, so why don't you go on the computer and look up stuff about UFC fighting?"
"Why would I do that?" she asked.
"Because, maybe you can get some of your answers as to what they do? Believe me, how this fighting works is something I have no answers to."
Brooke glanced at the computers, "You know, I think I will." She stood up from her chair and made her way over to the set of computers. She didn't know what was possessing her to do this, but she wanted to know what was up with those boys. They fought for money, it brought them big bucks, but what did it bring them mentally, and how did they put up wth the physical part? These were all answered that she knew she wouldn't get out of an internet search, but she was curious, even more than she had been when she first saw them in English.
She typed in mixed martial arts on Google and clicked on the first result that she saw.
'Mixed martial arts is a full contact combat sport in which a wide variety of fighting techniques are used, including striking and grappling. Modern mixed martial arts tournaments as a popular phenomenon emerged in 1993 with the Ultimate Fighting Championship, based on the concept of pitting different fighting styles against each other in competition with minimal rules in place, in an attempt to determine which system would be more effective in a real, unregulated combat situation.'
"Minimal rules?" she mumbled, scrolling down the page, revealing two people fighting in what looked like a cage, with nothing but shorts and gloves. She scunched her nose in disgust at all the pictures of guys with their eyes swollen like a grapefruit and blood seeping from their nose. "That's disgusting," she hissed.
"Yeah, it does get pretty gruesome," a voice said from behind her. Brooke gasped silently, minimizing the page before turning around. She was met with the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen. They were like crystal blue, sea blue, blue orbs. Just, blue. She almost fell off her stool. Lucas Scott.
"I'll bet. This is what you do, isn't it?" she asked, trying not to freak out. There was no doubt in her mind that Lucas Scott was one of the most gorgeous guys she had ever seen, and Brooke had met her hair share of hotties. His hair was short but spikey, going in all directions. He had a nice body from what she could see, his blue polo acsentuating his eyes, his dark jeans complimenting his nice butt. White sneakers peeked out from the bottom of them. Brooke was sold.
He looked at her, "Yeah, it is what I do. But the question is, why are you looking up mixed martial arts?"
Brooke shrugged, "No reason, besides the fact that it's all I hear around here. I was briefly filled in on your guys' occupations, frankly I didn't see what the big deal was about, so I looked it up." That was partly the reason. She really did hear about it a lot, whether she was talking to Haley or walking around the halls, she heard of the Scott brothers, which made Brooke ever more interested in the sport, if you wanted to call it that.
"So you know our story?" he asked, crossing his arms.
"Somewhat," Brooke said. "Haley's been showing me around."
Lucas chuckled, "So you know our story. Haley smart, she knows a lot more than people give her credit for."
"You guys are friends?" Brooke asked.
He nodded, "Yeah, we've been going to the same school since we were little. Her parents were always really nice to me and my brother."
"Well she didn't mention that," Brooke mumbled, making a mental note to talk to Haley about knowing the hottest guy she had ever laid eyes on.
"I'm sure she was getting to that eventually. You are the new girl," Lucas smirked. Brooke looked at him confused. "I mean, I know you're story too."
She cocked her eyebrow, "You know my story? I didn't know I had one."
Lucas nodded, "Oh yeah, everybody's got a story around here. You were living the high life in California. Your parents decided to switch to a 'quiet, small town enviroment,'" he quoted with his fingers, "Which brings you here to Tree Hill, the absolutely perfect place for something like that."
Brooke smiled, "Yeah, that's kind of it in a nutshell."
"Yeah. But I don't think we've properly introduced ourselves. I'm Lucas," he said, holding out his hand.
Brooke smirked before taking his hand, "I know. I'm Brooke."
"I know," he said, his eyes mesmerizing her. Brooke shook herself out of it before she completely embarassed herself. Sad to have to let go of his hand, she dug into her backpocket, taking out the bright yellow flyer that Jake had given her earlier at lunch.
"So your friend Jake came over at lunch and gave this to me. He said I should check it out. Is it something worth watching?" she asked. Lucas took the flyer and examined it.
He smirked, "Yeah, Jake's always trying to advertise these things. I mean, yeah, it's nothing more than regular matches, except for one thing.."
"What's that?"
"Me and my brother are both fighting that night," he shrugged.
Brooke smirked, "Are you sure you're not fighting each other?"
His face fell before recovering, smiling, "I guess we have to hope that won't happen. But anyways, yeah, you should check it out. I mean besides from the fact that there's blood and stuff like that, it's pretty fun to watch. You might be able to win some money over it."
"Will I win some if I bet on you?" she asked.
Lucas smiled, "Definitely. I'll see you around, Brooke Davis."
His smile captivated her. As she watched him go back to his table, she could've sworn she saw Peyton give her a dirty look. Brooke turned back to the computer, exiting out of the window. Frankly she didn't care of Peyton hated her now or not. It wasn't like she did anything wrong. Lucas had came up to her, so she was held not responsible. Right?
"So, did you find anything?" Haley asked as Brooke sat back down.
"You could say that. I can't believe you didn't tell me that you knew Lucas!" Brooke hissed.
Haley looked at her, "You never asked, so I never told. And you talked to Lucas?"
"Yeah, it was pretty amazing. He saw me looking up mixed martial arts on Google, and we just started talking."
"Talking or flirting?" Haley asked.
Brooke smirked, "Both. Oh Haley he is so gorgeous."
"He has that effect on people," she said.
"And you don't feel the same way?"
"Brooke, I've known Lucas for a long time. I stopped reacting like that when I was 6," Haley explained.
"Oh, well he's still gorgeous. I think Peyton's got it out for me now though," she stated, pulling out her notebook.
Haley smirked, "Of course, you talk to Lucas for maybe five minutes, and Peyton feels threatened."
"But, he doesn't like her, does he?"
"Brooke, no, he doesn't. She's just convinced that he's going to take her back one of these days. She's the only one that thinks that."
Brooke shook her head, "Alright, whatever. So Lucas formally invited me to his match on Friday."
"And something tells me that you're going to drag me to it also, right?" Haley said, closing her book.
"Haley, you know me so well," she answered sweetly.
Haley rolled her eyes, "Brooke, I've known you for less than 24 hours, and something tells me that this is going to be a daily reoccurrence."
"I feel the exact same way. So, are we going Friday night or what?"
"I guess we can go," Haley sighed.
"Sweet!" Brooke squealed. "Lucas said that the reason it's going to be pretty good is because him and his brother are fighting that same night."
Haley shrugged, "Yeah I mean I could see why it would be good. Lucas and Nathan are really good fighters, it's going to be crazy Friday night."
"I guess I'll see first hand how this thing works, won't I?"
"Looks like it." Just then Rachel sat down next to Haley and took out her Blackberry, typing furiously on it. Haley put her pencil down and looked at Rachel.
"Okay, why the hell would you walk away from Owen, just to come over here to send a text message to somebody?" Haley asked.
Rachel glanced up from her phone, "I'm sending a text to Peyton to get the fuck over it so Brooke can move in on Lucas."
Brooke's eyes bulged, "Rachel! Listen, I know I don't really know you, but are you trying to get me in trouble or something??"
She rolled her eyes, "I'm hardly getting you into trouble. I saw that little exchange go on by the computers. You're totally into him, and he seems to like you too. Plus, I can't really send a text messge to Peyton just for her to get it two seconds later when we're at the same table. It would look suspicious, and Peyton would totally have a bitch fit on me, and we can't have that either. So, I mentioned something about getting some notes from Haley, and here I am."
"Are you sure that's a good idea Rachel? I mean, Peyton's our friend, and what kind of friend would you be if you were to send that text to her?"
"One that's honest, and that's something that Peyton needs right now. This has one going on for too long, and what with Brooke here, it's the perfect time for her to let it all go."
"But we talked ONCE," Brooke emphasized, "and that happened to be all of ten minutes ago!"
"So?" Rachel shrugged. "You obviously like him, so what's the problem? There. Send."
"Oh my gosh Rachel," Brooke mumbled, burying her head in her hands.
Haley glared at Rachel, "I can't believe you sent that. It's the girl's first day and you want her hated?."
Rachel stood up, "Hey, you'll be thanking me eventually. I got to go find somebody else to finish my History homework." As she watched Rachel exit the library, Brooke realized that the red head was going to be a lot to handle, alot like herself. It was obvious that Rachel was not content anymore than she had to be.
"Something tells me she's going to cause me problems," Brooke said. But if it gave her a chance with Lucas, then maybe Rachel was a godsend, or something like that.
Haley smirked, "You're catching on. Psh, finish her History homework, more like do her History homework."