Rachel dumped her backpack onto the floor and seated herself at a table. She needed to catch up on some studying so she'd chosen the quietest corner of the tutor centre to do it in. Tugging some biology textbooks out of her bag, she flipped them open.

"Rachel," she looked up to see her fiancée, Nathan coming over to her.

"Nathan this really isn't the time," she sighed, pushing hair out of her face.

He picked up her book and inspected the cover "Biology? Since when did you study in your spare time?"

"Since Principal Turner told me that I could end up working in Taco Bell if I don't raise my grades," she replied, leaning back in her uncomfortable chair.

"You'd never end up working in Taco Bell," he sat down and took her hands "And besides, if I get this scholarship to Duke-"

"Then there'll still be enough money for me to go to college and afford a nanny," she rolled her eyes "Nathan your Dad is never gonna let you have money to help us. And you know it."

"Then I'll get a job, and-" he suggested.

"And what? Pulling double shifts down at Hot and Twisted isn't even going to put booties on the baby's feet," she placed a hand on her stomach.

"Don't be such a downer on everything, Rach," he squeezed her hand "We'll be okay."

"But what if we're not?" she sighed heavily "I always thought that we could work this out, but…"

"Don't think like that."

"But I am thinking like that, Nathan, and I have been for a while now," Rachel adjusted her top "We're seventeen and I'm living in my parents house with Brooke… This isn't ideal in any sense of the word."

"We knew it would never be ideal," he glanced out of the window "But I want this baby and so do you. So we'll make it work," he put a hand on top of hers, which rested on her bump

"For it." She smiled, she couldn't help it and he returned it. And as they leant across the table to kiss, she tried to squash the little voices in the back of her head. But that was proving difficult.

--

Walking casually and stopping in the school corridor, Brooke ran her finger down the grades list posted on the notice board until she found her name. She had B's in everything, well, except an A+ in Textiles and a- wait, F in calculus?

"Shit," she cursed.

Overhearing Brooke's swears, Chase Adams sidled up beside her.

"You failed too huh?" he looked at her.

She gazed into his hazel brown eyes, and then back at the board. "Uh, yeah."

"Don't worry," he smiled "Most of the class did."

"They did?" Brooke felt a small rush of relief "Wait, most of the class failed?" she turned back to the board and searched for Rachel's name, she had a C.

"Oh my god!" Brooke cried, quickly covering her mouth. Chase was a Clean Teen, but did clean mean that he was Christian too? Oh my God, she thought, she'd just used the Lord's name in vain in his presence. Oh my God, she'd done it again….

Chase laughed, was that a good thing? "I'm guessing you'll be wanting a tutor then."

"I will?" Brooke glanced over at him "But I don't know any tutors."

Chase smiled, and kicked his feet against the ground nervously. "Well, I didn't fail, and I was tutors assistant last year, so…"

"You want to tutor me?" was Brooke dreaming right, no way was this clean teen, who can she add was extremely hot, offering to help her, Brooke was like the opposite of a clean teen. By definition, she was a dirty teen.

"Well, if you'd want me to," he grinned in his usual adorable way."That would be great," she nodded "Tomorrow? Your place, or mine?"

Brooke thought about it for a second, Rachel, living with her, pregnant, sex! She couldn't invite him, Rachel was like a walking anti clean teen sign.

"Scratch that, we'll go to yours, my roomies…" Brooke paused "Hormonal."

"Okay," Chase raised his hands "Too much information."

"But thank you," Brooke smiled sweetly "It really means a lot."

"No problem," Chase adjusted his backpack "Anything for you," he replied, and began to walk away.

Brooke laughed to herself, and headed in the opposite direction.

--

"Rachel," Brooke dropped into her seat "I have to tell you something."

"What's happened now?" Rachel enquired, glancing up from her book.

"Well first, Copernicus, you got a C in calculus," Brooke grinned.

"Hey, not bad for a pregnant girl."

"I failed," Brooke continued solemnly "But Chase is going to tutor me!"

"What as in, clean teen Chase?" Rachel replied, raising her eyebrows "As in, we break hearts not hymens Chase?"

Brooke threw a book at Rachel. "You can't say things like that Rach!" she hissed "They're sensitive."

"Look Brooke, I'm not saying he's a friend of Dorothy, but…" she glanced down "The boy can dress."

"Are you saying…"

"Oh girlfriend, you know what I'm saying," Rachel smirked.

Brooke pursed her lips. "Well maybe when I'm finished with him he won't be so clean after all," she grinned cheekily, looking down at her school book.

"Now there's the Brooke Davis I know and love," Rachel tapped her shoulder. But before they could even start another conversation, they looked up to see Shelly standing in front of them. "What is it like, Clean Teen bug-everyone-else day?" Rachel hissed over to Brooke.

"Hi Shelly," Brooke yawned "What can we do for you today?"

"I heard Chase Adams is tutoring you," Shelly deadpanned.

Brooke glanced at Rachel edgily "Yeah, and?"

"I just want you to know that, Chase is a very sensitive individual, and I would hate to see him marred by your…," she looked them up and down "Activities."

"Activities," Rachel repeated her voice three or four notes higher than usual.

"Calm," Brooke placed her hand on Rachel's shoulder "And what activities would these be Shelly?"

"Oh I don't know Brooke, but I have heard some stories, and I mean, looking at Rachel," she lowered her eyes to her protruding baby bump "You're not exactly what I would classify as, shall we say, ideal Clean Teen dating material."

"Excuse me, dating?"

"I just don't think that a girl like you could deal with Chase's," her voice became a whisper "Sexual boundaries."

"That is it," Rachel stood up sharply, but Brooke pulled her back down into her seat.

"Slow down there buddy," Brooke patted her shoulder soothingly "Shelly, I think it's time you left, it was lovely chatting with you."

"You too Brooke," Shelly smiled "Bye Rachel."