Brooke's eyes fluttered open. Alone. Perfect escape time. She thought. She searched around for her dress. "Fuck" she mumbled remembering where he took it off in the hallway. After slipping her panties and bra on, she slid into the hallway. He was nowhere to be seen. So, she slipped on the dress and went on a hunt for her shoes. She smiled as she reached the front door, only to be caught. "Hey" She heard him say as she quickly flipped. Her sex hair was everywhere, and her voice was rough. "Hey uh, I have to get into work. I'm so late." She lied with her fake smile. "Yeah, that's cool. Could I... have your number?" He shrugged. She nodded. "Of course." She bounced to her purse and pulled out a little notepad and pen. She wrote a fake number and handed it to him. "Call anytime" She put away her stuff and slipped her strappy heels on. "See yea" She lied again as she walked out.

Brooke fumbled through her purse to find her phone as it rung away. She jogged out and down to the parking lot. "Fuck" She whispered. Her car wasn't there. She pressed the phone to her ear. "Hey, Evan pick me up at the corner of Exchange please." She sighed as she walked. She slammed her phone shut after her harsh words. After walking about a mile she sat on the side of the road until a limo pulled up. She jumped in the back. "You have my clothes?" She asked after shutting the door. "Yes, Mrs. Davis" He handed them back. "Evan I'm sorry I'm in such a bad mood but my head is killing me." She frowned. She usually wasn't a bitch. "Yes, Mrs. Davis I brought some asprin just in case." He handed it back with a Deer Park water bottle. "Oh my god, thank you!" She grinned.

It had been three days since she hooked up with anybody. The last guy, Lucas, left her wanting only him. She didn't want him to do that to her so tonight, she decided, she'd go out and find another guy. It was around 4pm and her store was filled with at least 20 people including her and Millie. "Okay Millie I'm going to go grab us some lunch. Is Arbys okay?" She asked. She didn't look up once from her phone as she opened the front door and Millie called out yes. She dead stopped when she saw who was across the street on the bench. She jumped up and hid behind a car. She dialed Millie's number. "Look out the door. That guy on the bench! That's him!" She said in whisperish voice. It was loud but in a whisper tone. "What the hell is he doing? Stalking me?" She peaked through the window of the car. "Maybe you should go talk to him." Brooke gasped at what the other line said. "What?! No! Are you crazy? I can't see him!"

"Why not?" Millie asked. "Because.. well.." She froze and saw a girl come up and kiss him on the lips. She stared, blankly. "I have to go" She hit end and stood up. She straightened her pencil skirt and walked across the street. "Umm hey you" She pointed to Lucas. Her eyes drifted to the blond next to him. "Hi, I'm Br-Grace." She bit her lip. "Grace Simmons." She lied.

"Oh yeah, this is my friend Grace. Uh Grace this is my friend Lindsey." He looked away awkwardly. "Oh my god, you look just like Brooke Davis. She's my favorite designer!" She announced chipper. Brooke laughed, "Yeah, I uh.. get that a lot" She grinned. "Oh um babe I have to get going. Ill see you tomorrow night? Kay?" Lindsey grinned kissing him long and deep. Brooke felt a hint of jealousy go threw her but it went away. Lindsey walked off and Brooke looked down at Lucas. "So you have a girlfriend and you slept with me?" She hit his arm. "Pig" Lucas shook his head. "No. That's my book editor. I just brought her here to make you jealous Brooke." How the fuck did he know my name??