Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed, this is my first Brucas so I hope it's written to everyones liking. Also I forgot to add to the original couples that there will be Jaley. Sorry!

Chapter Two

Calculus first period was not helping Brooke's hang over. After her fight with Rachel they had made up over a couple of cocktails at a bar in the next town over. It probably wasn't the best idea Rachel had ever had, but it did make both of them much happier, which was always a good thing.

She felt a jab in her back and sunk down in her seat, "What?" She hissed at Rachel, as if paying attention wasn't hard enough. She didn't need miss A+ distracting her.

"Killer party on friday, Lucas will be there, you in?" Rachel whispered in her ear. She was constantly dangling Lucas infront of Brooke. She knew it pissed Brooke off that both her and Bevin had somehow managed to get with him.

She atttempted to play it cool shrugging, "It's a possibilty." Scooting back up in her seat before the teacher noticed she began taking notes off of the board.

"You know you're in."

Lucas approached the lunch table slowly, not sure how Haley would take him talking to her on Peyton's behalf.

"Hey Hales." He greeted sitting across from her and causing her to look up from her history book.

She nodded in greeting and said, "Hey Luke?" Her statement was more of a question, not sure why her ex-boyfriend was talking to her. True he was dating one of her best friends but she wasn't expecting to have a heart to heart anytime soon.

"So.. how are you?" He asked nervously. Truthfully he half expected her to spit out some vulgar comment and punch him. They didn't have such a great friendship after their break-up.

"Look if Peyton sent you over tell her nice try, but I'm fine and I definitely don't need you solving my problems." She said you as if it was a curse word.

"Peyton didn't send me," he admitted, "I just thought, we could talk maybe."

"About what exactly? Because last time I checked we haven't talked since, well, probably the first month of sophomore year. We aren't friends Lucas." She said followed by a sigh. "Sorry that was harsh."

"I probably deserved it. Anyways, Peyton's worried about you." He admitted.

Haley rolled her eyes with a sarcastic laugh. "So Peyton did send you." She slammed her history book shut, "For your information Nathan and I are fine. I know he see's other girls and I'm okay with that because guess what, I can't change him."

Standing she put her things in her bag and it settled it on her shoulder.

"Haley, come on! You can't honestly say you're okay with a cheating boyfriend."

She laughed, "You don't know me anymore Lucas, so stop trying." She gave him one last pitying look before turning on her heel and making her way across the lunch room to her boyfriends table.

Nathan turned from the girl he was openly flirting with to kiss her then returned to his previous conquest.

Lucas shook his head in disgust, he never treated her like that. Given a second chance he would treat her better then the first time; not that he wanted a second chance of course.

"So how'd it go?" Peyton asked, sitting down next to him and planting a chaste kiss on his cheek.

He shook his head, "Not so well."

She shrugged smiling, "It's okay, things will work themselves out. So I heard via Jake that you were cornered and harrased by Rachel during homeroom. What's that all about?"

Placing one hand on her thigh he leaned in and kissed her earlobe. "Are you jealous?" He questioned into her ear before returning to nibbling on it.

She wriggled under his hot breath, placing her hands on his shoulders and pushing him back lightly. "I am not the jealous type Luke. I was merely wondering what you and H2 could possibly have to talk about."

"H2? Okay, is that some wierd Haley Peyton lingo I haven't been let in on or something?" He asked, confusion evident on his face.

She laughed nodding. "Kind of. Brooke is H1, Rachel's H2, Theresa's H3 and Bevin is H4. H standing for hoe, short for whore and the numbers being their level of whoredom."

Giving her his signature Lucas Scott 'are you for real look' he said, "You do know you're crazy right? Like should be committed crazy. Wow, H1,2,3 and 4. You guys are a couple of geniuses."

"It's not like they aren't kind of uhm, how do you say, slutty?"

"Brooke isn't."

Peyton nearly gagged on her peach Snapple. "Are you kidding me? She's like the leader of the whores!"

"Do you even know her?" He questioned angrily. Peyton couldn't comprehend the fact that her boyfriend was defending one of her worst enemies.

Peyton fixed him with a glare before saying, "Yeah actually I do. She's on cheerleading and she's president. So lucky me I get my fill of Brooke Davis every day. Want to trade places? I'd much rather deal with the boys basketball team, atleast they're hot."

"Let's just drop it and eat."

"Or we could not eat and I could just leave."

Slamming his hand down he looked back up at her, "Fine then leave."

"Fine I will."

Then for the second time in one lunch period Lucas watched a girl he truely cared for walk away in anger.

Brooke looked down at the sheet of paper in her hand to make sure she was in the right place. Unfortunately the number matched up perfectly with the room number on the door before her. Somehow she had gotten switched out of interior design and into expressive art. Just her luck, she couldn't draw anything that couldn't be worn.

Pushing the door open her jaw dropped at the scene before her. The only word to describe what was going on was chaos. Random tables were positioned precariously throughout the room, students either sitting on stools and drawing on them or stretched out ontop of them. A couple of girls were working on a major sculpture in the middle of the room and Brooke hadn't seen a teacher thus far.

"Hi you must be Brooke, welcome to expressive art." A geeky boy said as he advanced towards her. His auburn hair was sticking up in every which way and he had on an over-sized pair of thick rimmed glasses. His outfit was a mess, a pale yellow shirt with a disgusting maroon stripped tie. His jeans were slightly too big and hung rather unattractively.

"Uh yeah, whose this teacher in this zoo?" She asked, regaining her composure. She was after all Brooke Davis. These art geeks would probably worship her.

The boy laughed, sticking out his hand for a handshake. "That would be me. My name is Mr. Riveria but most of the students just call me Dil, as in Dilliard, my middle name. My first name is far too embarrasing too share." He said with a nasaly laugh.

She had to hold back from asking what could possibly be more embarassing then Dilliard. "Okay well I'm not really the art type, unless we're drawing clothes."

"Well expressive art is supposed to be whatever you want. So umm," he gestured to the various shelves around the room, "find a pencil and some paper and draw what you'd like to wear. If you work really hard on it I can have a sewing machine in here by next week. All you'll need is fabric."

"Really?" She asked, enthusiam back in her voice. Maybe expressive art won't be so bad.

Dil nodded earnestly, "Anything for a student. Now let me find someone to show you around." His eyes wandered the room momentarily before settling on a solitary student in the back corner, "Peyton come here please."

She looked up momentarily then followed the direction of the voice unable to see the pair through the mass of people.

"Yeah?" She asked reaching them, still unaware of Brooke's presence.

"Since Skills isn't here to work on that photography piece with you today I was hoping you could show Brooke here around. Teach her what it means to be an art student."

For the first time Peyton's eyes rested on the petite brunette next to the teacher. The look on her face showed exactly how she felt about Brooke. Forcing a smile she turned back to Dil and in a tight voice agreed, "I guess so. Come on." She motioned for the girl to follow her.

"So I didn't know you were an art student. I didn't peg you as the type." Brooke said trying to make friendly conversation as the girl pointed out various materials she doubted she would ever use.

Peyton stopped dead in her tracks and turned to look at her, "Yeah well seeing as we aren't exactly BFF's I didn't expect you too."

"So is Lucas in art?" She asked, hoping she didn't sound too curious.

"No and do me a favor and stay away from my boyfriend." She said in a momentarily menacing voice. "Okay well I think you can figure out the rest yourself, remember what I said."

Brooke gave her the finger as she walked away before taking a seat at the nearest table and pulling out her fashion notebook, it was going to be a long hour.

"You are not someone I expected to see in here." A masculine voice said from behind her.

Brooke groaned in response, just what she wanted, another art kid hassling her. She turned slowly, "Oh hey Jake."

Although they weren't the best of friends they had formed a sort of bond from seasons of cheering and playing ball in the same gym.

"Nice to see you too Brooke. So what made you decide to join art?" He asked sitting down next to her, a notebook in hand.

"Interior design was full, I had no choice." She took the book from him, flipping through it, "These are pretty good."

He blushed, looking away modestly, "Nah. Peyton tries to help me but I'm a lost cause. She's an artist for sure. You know all those murals around the school?" Brooke nodded. "Yeah she painted all of those. She's a genius."

"Am I sensing a crush here?" She asked, her interested seriously piqued.

He shook his head a little too earnestly. "Definitely not, Luke is my friend and besides I kind of have my eye on somebody else."

"Who?!" She asked excitedly, holding his forearm in a death grip as she dug her nails subconciously into his skin.

"Okay but this is between us; it's Haley."

Her eyes grew wide at the knowledge, "Haley, as in Haley James as in tutor girl as in your best friend as in the love of Nathan's life. No way!" She screeched.

He covered her mouth momentarily. "Keep it down I don't want the whole world to know."

"Sorry."

"Yeah sure you are." He said in response to the grin she wore.

Maybe art wouldn't be so bad she thought for the second time, atleast she had Jake; he was pretty cute.