-- CHAPTER 3 -- Crazy or PMS'ing --

Brooke pulled into the schools parking lot. She looked around looking for a shady parking spot, but didn't. She hated when her car was hot at the end of a school day, or anytime really. Although anybody hated that. Whatever, she parked in the parking spot closest to the school, although that meant it was the sunniest one as well. She took a look at the clock before turning off the egnition, It was 9:21 AM which meant she was about 20 muinites late. She grabbed her stuff from the passengers side and got out of her car. She closed the door and started heading on campus, She was in such a hurry that she made it to her locker in less than two muinites. Opening her locker she took out the book and papers she needed, but loosing her grip she dropped them on the floor where it made a loud 'boom' because of the empty hallways. "Shit" She stomped her foot on the ground making a second loud 'boom', sighed, and finnaly kneeled down to pick them up. Taking off her bag she set it on the ground next to her and the mess of papers, Grabbing her book she slipped it in her bag. And continued on with the scattered papers. Just then a guy kneeled down infront of her helping her with the papers. He was atractive, but in the mood she was in... "What are you doing?" she asked in an accusing tone.

The guy looked at her, he was kind of shocked, and it was noticable. The least she could have done was accept his help, but it didn't seem like she apreciated it. "Uh, helping you."

"Well, don't" She took the papers from his hand and shoved them in her bag along with others she had collected on her own. She stood up and swung her bag over her shoulder once more as the guy in front of her stood up as well. She did notice he wasnt someone she'd met before, but She didn't even care to look at him again, she just closed her locker and headed off for class. She was already late as it was anyways. When she got to class she sighed, damn, her bitchyness came out naturally when she was having her little Oh! Im So Alone! Days.

He just stood there as she walked off, 'that was interesting' He thought to himself before remembering that he too was running late. He took a good look at his watch, it was already a good 30 muinites into class so he figured it wouldnt hurt to miss his first class, he'd just come back on Monday and start fresh. Besides, he was planning on going to the rest of his classes. Already decided, he headed outside the halls and looked around for a place to kick it until the bell rang.

After a few minutes he felt his pocket vibrating. He searched in his pocket and pulled out his phone, took a look at the screen, then took the call. "Hey man whats up?"

"Hey, look, check this out. This fine ass chick just told me bout' this party tonight after a basketball game at yo' school. You down?"

He sat back on the bench he was sitting on getting a bit more comfortable. He rose a brow at the fact of a party. It sure did sound tempting. "So theres gonna be some fine ass cheerleaders there tonight right?" It wasn't wierd at all that he'd already be at a party on his first day at Tree Hill. He was acctually hoping something would come up.

"Just for you man." He teased and let out a chuckle. "So you in or what bitch?"

He laughed a bit. "Im in, but hey aren't these highschool girls a little too young for your ass"

Nick chuckled "Hey man i know that, dont worry the chick who invited me ain't no highschool girl, shes in college, but says shes cool with the girl throwin the party, a cheerleader... just for you huh Andy?" He teased again.

"We'll see I mean I --" Before he could say anything else he heard the bell and saw a couple people heading out. "Ay Call me with the deets later alright? I gotta head in."

"Aight later"

"Later" He closed his phone and slipped it back in his pocket.

He got up and took his schedule out of his pocket. He took a look at it. English Room 401 Jettey. He slipped his schedule back in his pocket and headed for his class. When he finally found it he was only a few muinites late. Mr. Jettey assigned him a seat in the back and gave him a sticky note with the books necesery for the class. He took his seat and recognized the girl next to him. It was the same girl he'd tryed to help earlier. He leaned over his seat just a little, enough to show he was talking to her. "Feeling better?"

She turned to glare at him. Brooke wasn't really in the mood for little games. Jeez she felt herself being a bitch to this inoccent guy who had nothing to do with all the bullshit going on in her life, but yet she couldn't help it.

He rose an eyebrow and shrugged. "Guess not." He leaned back in his chair.

She rolled her eyes and turned back to the teacher. He was teaching a lesson about finding meaning to poems, but she wasn't really paying attention. She noticed how out of it she was today, and how everything and everyone meant nothing to her today, and all because of her mother and the crappy mood she'd put her in. She laughed to her self quietly, how sad.

Andy looked at her confused. Was this girl crazy or PMS'ing? "Whats so funny..." He took a look at the paper infront of her. "Brooke?" He was always the sociable type so talking to Brooke who was still a complete stranger to him wasn't anything new.

She turned to look at him and gave him a why the hell are you still talking to me look. "The fact you're still trying to talk to me." She rolled her eyes and focused back on the teacher. Ouch. She thought and flinched the slightest bit.

Anger. Sudden Humor. Pissy. Definatley PMS'ing... or insane. He chuckled once and then turned to mind his own buissnes.

Finally the bell rang and they were both headed off in their own direction.

Andy thought to himself sarcastically as he walked to his next class. I think ill like Tree hill.

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Brooke walked into her next class of the day begining to feel a little guilty. It had nothing to do with her mom, it had to do with herself. She was being a bitch, especially to the new guy, and that wasn't her. She promised herself she'd apologize to the poor boy. She thought things through and really got to thinking about how closed up she was. Bevin was sitting next to her and she couldn't believe that she'd known her for so long, and couldn't bring herself to try and have a conversation with her that had nothing to do with the usual. Boys, cheerleading, boys,and boys. She sighed and shook her head to herself. How was it possible that someone could close up so much? How someone could set herself apart completly from all others? If she was honest with herself she knew she had no true friends. A true friend would know that there was so much more to her than guys and cheerleading. Someone she could trust. Like that'll ever happen. she thought. She was miserable on the inside, Okay so thats a little too dramatic. Truth was she loved her life, she loved her squad, her Bevin, and her... guys. She was content with the way things were in those departments, but guys and cheerleading and school were one thing... Her parents were another. She wasn't always in this situation, she always tried to block her parents out of her head, her lonliness too. She knew that cheerleading and boys were all a distraction, that was how she kept her mind busy, She thought of everything but her parents. The days she did get a hold of her parents or they got a hold of her... Those were days when she was completley unaware of cheer and boys, or even school for that matter. The entire day she'd been a little out of it.

"Brooke..... Brooke. Brooke!" Bevin shook Brooke's shoulder bringing her back from wherever she was at the moment.

"What?"

"Are you even paying attention?" Bevin asked, her voice impatient.

"Paying attention to what?"

"Brooke... you're head of the decorating comittee and you need to start thinking about the theme for spring formal."

Brooke shrugged. "I don't know." She noticed Bevin was about to throw a fit about how Brooke was. not. helping. She sighed and straigtened up in her chair. It was lunchtime and her and the girls were sitting at their usual table under the big oak tree in front of the school. "You guys have any ideas?" She looked around the table. She hadn't even thought about spring formal, she knew she could use all the help she could get. The dance was a month away, but that was just half the time she'd used last year. She loved decorating for the dances not only was it a distraction, but she was incredibally good at it. All she needed was an idea and she'd be on her way to success.

"Ooo How about Hawaii?" Becca, a short brunette with green eyes said.

Brooke thought about it. "Bikkini's in the spring... i like it." She smiled aprovingly. Possibly. "Any other ideas?"

"What about hollywood grammys or something?" Bevin suggested. "Oh! oh my god, and we can acctually give away awards... like best dressed, or prettiest eyes, most likey to get married, cutest couple, most fashionable, prettiest girl, hottest guy..." She trailed off. "Mmm.. i'd vote the new guy."

All the girls started Ooo'ing and Ahh'ing, talking about how hot he was. Brooke snorted. Bevin gave her a funny look. Brooke shook her head and interupted the girls. "I like it."

"What the new guy?" Bevin asked.

"No Bevin. Not him the new guy. It your idea." She thought about it. "With a red carpet at the entry and everything." Suddenly she was excited, she really liked this theme, and it was new. "Thanks Bevin."

"For what?"

"The idea."

"Huh?"

"Hollywood. Grammy's... Awards?"

"Oh yeah!" She clapped her hands together. "Good idea Brooke!"

"No i --" She sighed. "Im going to go get the okay on the idea kay. Ill see you guys later." She got up and rolled her eyes. She threw her empty try and empty water bottle and the bell rang. Damn. She thought. Ill, just do it afterschool...

Once she got the okay afterschool, she headed home. She had to change into her uniform and get ready for the game that night.

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