Thanks for the rewiews...author's note at the end.--Rebbie

Something Crazy

Chapter Four: Parties and their Poopers

Nathan maneuvered his way through the drunk crowd of high school students with a plastic cup in each hand. He watched as Brooke Davis turned down another invitation to go upstairs.

"Here." He said, holding the cup out to her, she reluctantly looked down at the drink, "it's just orange juice." He nodded his head towards the kitchen behind him, "I actually managed to find some that had yet to be mixed with vodka."

She smiled softly, "I knew it wouldn't take long for Haley to tell you." He shrugged and looked around, clearly averting eye contact with the brunette. Brooke got the hint, "please tell me you didn't tell him?"

Nathan shook his head, "No. But I will if you don't."

"You don't have the right to tell him, Nathan."

"And you don't have a right to not tell him, Brooke." Nathan eyed Lucas out of the corner of his eye, "he deserves to know."

Brooke rolled her eyes…Nathan Scott was not the person to be lecturing her on telling the truth. Nor was he the one to tell her she needed to be civil towards Lucas. Did he forget the first sixteen years of his life when he treated his brother like shit? But that was another whole topic and Brooke knew better than to bring it up. "I'll tell him...I will." She sighed, "but not right now, ok?'

"Tell him by next week, Brooke…or I will." He shook his head, wanting to change the subject before someone with a big mouth overheard their conversation, "what are you doing here anyway? Shouldn't you be home resting or something?"

Brooke laughed, "Nathan Scott with a sense of humor…don't witness that very often. Just because I'm attending a party hosted by Tim Smith doesn't mean I have to drink."

It was Nathan's turn to laugh, "Tim's parties are planned around alcohol."

An awkward silence lingered between the two, Brooke studied her drink, "Nathan?"

He looked up, "yeah?"

"Is it bad that even after everything that has gone on between Peyton and I lately, that I miss our friendship?"

Nathan shook his head, "no. you guys have been through a lot together…and who knows, maybe someday you can forgive her and you two will be back to arguing about stupid stuff like which Backstreet Boys member is hotter."

Brooke laughed, "That was like, in the sixth grade!"

Lucas watched the interaction between his brother and ex-girlfriend and couldn't help but feel a little jealousy run through his veins.

"There you are…I've been looking all over for you."

Lucas turned around, "I've been here the whole entire time."

"Guess I wasn't looking hard enough." Haley sighed when all she got in response was a shrug, "Luke, talk to me."

"Why? So you can yell at me again?"

"Lucas--"

"Don't Haley." He turned so he was completely facing her this time, "I know I messed up, ok? I know I messed up so much that things might never be halfway as good as they were before. I had this great girl…I was her everything and she was my everything." He shook his head, "But I had to be like my dad and go screw it all up."

"You did mess up, Lucas. Big time…that was my whole point for yelling at you the other day, which by the way, I'm sorry that I got so nasty--"

"I deserved every word." He shook his head, his blues were gray with sorrow, "I didn't just ruin the best relationship I ever had…I ruined Peyton and Brooke's friendship. Brooke has never had a lot of people around her that cared for her and Peyton was one those few that did. I ruined their friendship. Now I'm pretty sure Brooke has nobody." He shrugged, "I fucked it all up, Hales."

"Luke, you can't blame yourself for the end of their friendship. It takes to people to cheat. Peyton had a say in this, too and she went along with it."

"Brooke Davis all alone at a party? Say it ain't so."

Brooke rolled her eyes at the voice. Walker Jennings, the backup quarterback for the Ravens embarrassing excuse of a varsity football team. She forced a smile on her face, "hey Walker." She never thought she'd live to experience the day the smell of alcohol made her nauseas.

He grinned, obviously nearing wasted land. "So how 'bout we escape the loud music and find an empty closet upstairs to make our own music in?"

Brooke had to keep from laughing out loud at Walker's pickup line. She was ready to cruelly turn him down when she saw Lucas watching her out of the corner of her eye. On impulse, she pulled Walker's lips to hers. She tightly pulled the short ends of Walker's hair as sort of a payback for making her have to kiss him. Her eyes connected with Lucas' and after she watched him turn around in disgust and anger, she pushed Walker away from her.

Walker tried to regain his breath, "damn…the stories are true." He grinned, "So what do ya say? Ready to go make some music…this song will surely be on my top twenty."

Brooke looked at him in disgust, "how about no."

One by one, Peyton filled her drink with jellybeans. What was this? Her fif—four—si—sev…she shook her head, she had no freaking clue how many drinks she had downed in the past hour since the Ravens had come away with an easy victory. Where the hell did the jellybeans come from?

She scowled as two horny drunks ran into her as they blindly worked their way to finding an empty room. She hated parties. Before, she always came just because Brooke forced her to. They were varsity cheerleaders. It was the right thing to do.

It had been so easy before. A time when it had been just her, Brooke and Nathan.

When she was with Nathan, she just had to look pretty. She was the girlfriend of the most popular boy in school. So maybe she wasn't an attention whore like Brooke, but she liked being noticed.

But of course, for every good thing…there was a catch. Being Nathan Scott's girlfriend meant taking the envious glares by other girls and ignoring. Being Brooke Davis' best friend meant being considered the sidekick who was there just to make sure her friend didn't get too wasted. Was it wrong to want to be your own person?

No.

But it was wrong when becoming your own person meant stealing your best friend's boyfriend.

Peyton wasn't even sure why she started things with Lucas. She knew Brooke loved him and she knew how hard it was for Brooke Davis to love and trust someone. Maybe she had been jealous? She had never been on the outside looking in. She was always the one with the relationship and Brooke was always the tag along. In the eighth grade it was her innocent relationship with Jake Jagleski…while Brooke spent her time learning what it meant to leave a boy wanting more (mind you, she was still a virgin). Then came the middle of freshman year (Valentine's Day, to be exact), when her up and down, love and hate relationship with Nathan began. Brooke spent her time replacing her want for love with alcohol.

Now that she sat and thought about it, Brooke had never had a serious relationship before Lucas Scott came along. There had been that one guy the summer before sophomore year, Felix or something…if she remembered correctly, he had been seventeen and Brooke had been fifteen. Those three months that Brooke and Felix had been together, taught Brooke a very valuable lesson; guys didn't want love, they wanted sex.

Peyton slapped her head with her hands, what the hell had she done?

"Bad night?"

She didn't need to look up to see who it was. "More like a bad year."

He chuckled and took a seat next to her, "did you finally come to the realization that you fucked up?"

She glared at him, "since when did Nathan Scott become the golden boy who can do no wrong?"

"I'm not saying that I'm someone to look up to." He shrugged, "I've just never had sex with my best friend's boyfriend."

She raised a brow, "didn't know you went that way, Scott. Although, that might explain how our sex life dwindled towards the end of our relationship. Does Haley know?"

Now it was his turn to glare, "funny." He shook his head, "you know what I mean. When I first heard the rumor…I didn't know what to think."

"Yeah, well it happened. And if I could take it back, I would."

"Join the club."

She raised a brow, "Nathan Scott, admitting he's done something wrong…do tell."

Worry and jealousy etched Haley's features as she watched Nathan and Peyton's interaction from afar.

Jake nervously walked up to Haley with two cups in his hands but was disappointed to see she had a drink. He quickly sat one down and tried to act casual about it, "Hey Haley."

She barely looked up, "hey Jake."

He followed her gaze, "don't worry. They're just friends."

"You sure?" she shook her head, "they have a history."

"I have a history with Peyton, just because I'm still friends with her doesn't mean there's anything going on between us."

This caught Haley's attention. "You and Peyton used to date?"

He nodded, "it was eighth grade, so I can't go as far to say she was my first love…but she was my first kiss."

Haley wasn't exactly sure why Jake was telling her this, but she politely nodded, "so you don't think Peyton's going to try and take Nathan away from me like she did with Lucas and Brooke?"

"Nah. The whole Peyton and Lucas thing was just because she was curious…she's already been with Nathan."

"Oh I see. This whole time that Brooke had been considered the school slut, the title really belonged to her sidekick, Peyton."

Jake raised a brow, "that's a little harsh."

She crossed her arms and continued to glare in Peyton and Nathan's direction, "no it's not."

"Uh, yeah it is." He shook his head, "I'm not trying to justify what Peyton did…because it was definitely low and shitty. But just because you're dating Nathan doesn't mean you suddenly know everybody's life story and it definitely doesn't give you the right to judge them."

She watched as Jake walked away before turning back to her original task of watching Nathan and Peyton.

Nathan shrugged, "It's just…do you ever feel like you're trying to grow up to fast? I mean, I thought moving out and asking for emancipation was the right thing, but…"

She nodded, "yeah." She chuckled, "at least we're not the ones who have a kid on the way." She gasped, "Shit!"

The younger Scott laughed, "its ok, I know…" he paused, "but Lucas doesn't."

"You going to tell him?"

He shook his head, "I'm hoping Brooke does."

"And if she doesn't?"

He shrugged, "I don't know."

So this chapter was definitely not me trying to pimp Peyton. But we all know she does feel shitt about what she did...don't worry though, that won't make her and Brooke best friends again. This chapter was about other characters/possible pairings interacting with eachother. Like I said, I can't tell you (because I'm not sure) who the final couples will be, besides, of course, Brooke and Lucas.