"Sister!" Peyton's mouth dropped.
Brooke nodded as she stared blankly ahead. She was still trying to grasp the revelation herself. It had merely been an hour ago when she was sitting in that car. It had been nearly an hour ago when she sat there and watch in awe as that girl… her sister… played basketball with her father.
"Wha… Whe… Ho…" Peyton struggled to from the question. After all those years of Brooke wanting siblings, after all those years of being alone, this is how her mother repaid her. Man… Sex can really screw over someone's already hard enough life.
"Yeah… Exactly what I'm feeling." Brooke put her head in her hands and sighed; trying to control the rage and confusion she was feeling.
"Wow, your mom and Dan have more in common than we thought." Peyton joked, only to receive an evil glare.
"Did you talk to her?" Peyton gently asked.
"Of course not! How am I supposed to pop into this girl's life after so long" Brooke asked desperately, "What if she wants nothing to do with me? Does she even know that I exists?"
Peyton nodded in understanding, when Ellie showed up unannounced, she wasn't very thrilled. But that was different.
"Well, at least you're not a psychotic murderer, unlike someone we unfortunately met." Peyton made another attempt trying to lighten the mood but failed miserably.
"You're not helping." Brooke stated.
"Oh, B.Davis," Peyton wrapped her arms around Brooke and let her rest her head on her shoulder. "There are only two people who would know what to do in a situation like this and I'm not neither of them."
Brooke groaned, "I'll talk to them tomorrow."
Peyton smiled sadly as she and her best friend sat in a comfortable silence. How much will her friend have to go through before things start to get better?
A few seconds after the ball left her hand, she heard a swish, and smiled. One of the things she never got tired of was beating her dad in basketball. Basketball was the one thing that she could always count on when she needed to bond with her dad. Hell, basketball was the thing she could count on for anything. Before, cheerleading also held that title but seeing that she wouldn't be able to do it for while because of a certain redhead, it got that title taken away. Basketball had been a part of her life since she was in diapers. When she heard him asked what the score was, she was taken out of her daze.
"Fifty-four to thirty-six" She panted.
"When did you start winning all the games?" he grabbed his side while breathing deeply.
"Since you started getting old." She teased as she walked to the bench and tossed him a towel. He wiped the sweat off his face and nodded.
"I don't get why a girl with such talent and passion for the sport, won't go join the school team." He stated with a proud look. She smiled sadly, knowing exactly why she didn't.
"I just prefer cheerleading and other clubs. Beside, I don't even think that school has a girl's basketball team." He nodded, believing her lie. He dribbled the ball and carelessly released it from his hand. He didn't even have to look; he knew the ball would make it in.
They decided to call it a game and both headed home. Both not noticing a car parked a couple of feet away. When they arrived at their home, Sophia headed for the shower while her dad turned on the TV. She smiled as she heard the announcer of the college basketball game scream and the team scored yet again.
She put on a towel and stepped out of the steamy shower. She stopped and stared into the mirror, looking at her facial features. She had hazel eyes… her father had brown. Her hair was reddish brown; his was dirty blonde. They had the same nose and the same thin lips. But their smile was different. Their expressions were different. Her father was known as the hot basketball jock in high school. She might have been popular at her old school, but she didn't think she looked anything but ordinary. He almost failed his classes; she was an honor roll student. Her father and her were so different in some ways and that worried her. Because if she wasn't like him in any sort of way, that would mean she was like her. That was what scared her.
Once she joined her father, it was half time and the announcers were talking about the players.
"I'm telling you, I have never seen such a come back." The younger announcer stated, "If Anderson keeps playing like he is, he might get drafted for the NBA."
The older announcer chuckled, "He is a good player, but I've seen better come backs. Not too long ago, Nathan Scott used to be on that court. Years before him was Rick Grant. Scott and Grant were the best college basketball players out there. I still question why they didn't get drafted. I heard Scott got hurt, but Grant just disappe-" The TV went black.
Sophia watched her father get up and walk out the door, slamming it shut. She felt a rush of guilt as she stared at the door, knowing full well why his dreams were taking away. He had to take care of her. He had a bright future, but it was diminished the moment her mother walked out of his life and left him with a baby girl.
"He's just rough around the edges." Nathan explained. Haley had to stay at the school late so he and Jamie decided to wait for her in the gym.
Skills shook his head, "Man, you were rough around the edges. Quentin was just rough around the edges. There's no way this kid could change."
Quentin nodded as he made a three.
Nathan looked skeptical, "I think you're over exaggerating. He can't be that bad."
"Who can't be that bad?"
"Momma!" Jamie said excitedly as he ran into her arms. She kissed the top of his head and greeted Nathan with a peck on the lips.
"What about me?" Skills asked and she laughed and kissed him on the cheek.
"So who is so bad?" she asked again.
"Ayden Douglass." The three men replied simultaneously.
"That kid does have some ego." She agreed.
"Well, what do we do?" Quentin asked.
She thought for a moment, "Well, why don't you talk to him Nathan. You were in his shoes once. Same goes for you Quentin."
Silence fell in the gym, everyone lost in there own thoughts.
"Di-did you guys see the new student?" Haley asked, hesitantly.
"No but one of the cheerleaders told me ask her to join." Skills replied, "Apparently, she's really good."
Quentin laughed, "That's probably why Amy doesn't want her to join."
"Why?" Jamie asked confused.
"Because she might take Amy's position." Jamie still looked confused.
"Cheerleaders are weird." Everybody laughed at the comment.
As the boys continued to talk about the Ravens, Haley thought about her new student. She still couldn't shake the feeling of recognition that had been nagging her since lunch.
Sophia was about dial the number yet again when she heard the door open. She walked out of the kitchen and saw her father in the hallway. She quickly went and hugged him tightly.
"Where have you been?" she asked, it was almost two in the morning and she was worried sick.
"I didn't have a drop." He stated as he answered her unspoken question. She felt relieved for a second but then asked again, after noticing his dark expression, which he tried to cover with a fake smile.
"I had to think so I went for a walk." She didn't believe it but let it go, knowing she wasn't going to get the real answer tonight. She watched him go to his room and soon copied as she walked to hers.
As she laid on her bed, she couldn't shake the ominous feeling that something was going to happen. She knew there was more to this town the moment her father suggested it.
He breathed in the fresh air as he sat on the bench. Something about this place eased his troubles, even if it was for a second. He thought about what the announcer said and felt grief as he thought about what he could have had. He was too lost in thought to hear the high heels hit the floor with each step.
"Well, well. If it isn't the one and only Rick Grant." He could recognize that cold, emotionless voice anywhere and looked up to see Victoria Davis.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, trying to control his rising anger.
She laughed, "I think I should be the one asking the questions, Rick. What the hell are you doing here in Tree Hill? I thought I made it clear that you would stay away from me and this town"
"Last time I checked, you lived in New York… Or is it California now? Who can ever keep track? Besides, you never said we couldn't live here." he scoffed.
"How much will it be to get you out of here?" she asked impatiently, taking out her checkbook.
He smiled incredulously. "You are unbelievable." He stood up to walk away, not wanting to stay longer, but she got in the way.
"What? I can only assume you need money judging by your appearance. And by what I've heard about you and your dr-"
"I don't need your help," he paused as a smirked grew on his face, "You're the one who seems to be in trouble. Remind me again why an DA showed up on my doorstep?" For a second, he actually thought that he saw some worry on her face.
"What did you tell him?" she demanded, he was about to reply with a slide remark but then he noticed the fear in her voice.
"The truth." He stated bluntly.
"Why?" She said in disbelief, "Why would you do that to me? To my reputation?"
His anger rose as he realized what she was worried about. "It's about time the truth came out. Now, people will know who you really are."
Victoria looked flustered but she quickly looked up at him and grinned evilly. "You're right. This doesn't just affect me. Make sure your daughter knows what she's about to face."
She turned around and strutted away in her high heels. He stood in the freezing darkness, shocked at how things were spinning out of control after just a couple of days.
Rick sighed as he remembered the events that occurred a couple hours back.
"Tree Hill never changes." He muttered as he went into a troublesome sleep.
A/N: Sorry for the lack of updates but I didn't have internet for a while. Please review! The next chapter will be up soon! Btw, Who else cant wait for season six of OTH!! Review and I'll update soon!!