Girls of the Clique

Author's Note: Thanks for reviews! To roryNdean4eva- Yes, theres gonna be some Brathan friendship in this. It won't be anything to major, but I also truly love Brathan friendship, so I just had to write it in there. In fact, theres some Brathan coming up very very soon.

So here's the third chapter. There's not too much drama, because I figure I'll take it slow and ease into this story. I really don't want a story that short and rushed, so it might be a little slow. I hope you still enjoy. I like to be ahead on chapters, in case I get any block, so even though there written, I wont put a new one out until Ive written another. So bare with me. In case you don't know, this chapter title is from the awesome Sheryl Crow song.

Disclaimer: I own nothing of One Tree Hill or The Clique Series.

Chapter Three: If It Makes You Happy

Haley walked towards the tutor center, right on time. She still didn't know why she bothered showing up, Brooke never did. She knew Brooke was probably off some where getting a manicure or talking pointless gossip. She had asked Brooke the day before why she hadn't been at the session, and all she got was a rude response.

"Not that it is any of your business, but I was at Oasis Day Spa. Besides, I wouldn't waste my valuable time in a stuffy room pretending to listen to you, when I could be doing something important".

She stopped as she walked past the gym, seeing one played walking in. Never had she seen someone so…dreamy. She didn't want to sound like she was in some lame 60's movie, but wow! She had noticed him before, but would never want anything to do with him. Nathan Scott was one of the biggest players at the school. Other than occasionally with Brooke, she didn't associate with people like that.

Quickly she made the smile on her face from watching him, fade away. She readjusted the backpack strap that was on her shoulder than turned and walked back towards the tutor center. She actually had faith that Brooke would show up that day. It was Friday, and Brooke hadn't made it to any of the previous sessions that week. Now Haley had had conceited tough students before, but nobody had ever missed a whole week, until she met Brooke.

Even if the girl didn't show up, Haley didn't think she was actually going to tell her father. She hadn't even meant to in the first place, it had just slipped, like her drink had. It wasn't the wrath of Brooke Davis she was worried about, she just didn't spend all of her time thinking about ways to bring her down. Although some days Haley wanted to be in, she wouldn't obsess about it like some of the girls that Haley knew.

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Brooke walked down the halls of Tree Hill High, towards the tutor session. Yes, the tutor session. As much as Brooke hated that place, because it reminded her nursing home or something, she couldn't miss another session, and she had serious business to discuss with Haley. She could hear the heels of her stiletto heels on the floor, with every angry step she took.

"No, Peyton! I already tried that! Ugh, I don't know what's up. It's like I'm in boot camp!" She yelled into her cell phone as she continued walking, not quite paying attention to where she was going. As Peyton asked a question into her phone, another student ran into her.

"Hello, walking here! Watch where your going!" She yelled, a little more rudely than she intended, to the scared freshman in front of her. The boy quickly adjusted his Harry Potter glasses, gave a nod, then scurried off.

"No, we're definitely still going shopping this weekend. I have to have a dress! But that still doesn't help me with the party." Brooke rolled her eyes at the situation as she continued walking down the hall, still talking on her cell phone.

"Kay, Peyt, I'll see you later, I have to go make a deal with the devil. Well, technically the perfect, goody goody, angel." Brooke gave a quick giggle for she made a quick kiss sound into the phone and hung up.

As she flipped it shut and started to put it in her Coach, another person ran into her, knocking her purse and her phone to the ground. "Just great!" Brooke huffed sarcastically. Brooke let out a loud sigh as the person immediately dropped to the ground and gathered her stuff. "This is just-" She started but was cut off as the person stood up and was looking at her. "-Fine." She said, eyeing none of than Lucas Scott.

"Umm. I'm so sorry about that! I didn't mean…I wasn't watching…I just-" Lucas started, but couldn't seem to get out a sentence, as he handed her the purse. Brooke was even more beautiful up close than he had seen before. He could remember Nathan mentioning her a few times, but he had never said how amazingly sexy she was.

"Hi. Brooke Davis, I don't think we've been officially introduced." Brooke smiled seductively as she took her purse, reattaching it to her arm. "Oh…I'm Lucas-" Lucas started, a smile forming on his face. "Scott." She finished as she remained smiling. She had totally forgot about her meeting with Haley.

"Yeah…Nathan. He's mentioned you." Lucas stated, a bit absentmindedly. He knew he was already late for a meeting with Whitey, the coach, but what was a minute? Brooke was stunning, he couldn't take his eyes off of her. He had noticed her at a few of the games, looking good in her cheer uniform, and at a few of the after parties, but he had never been face to face with her.

"All good I hope." Brooke said, giving a playful cocky smile. She took note of how he seemed to be a little nervous. How cute! She loved how guys always got nervous, and she would be so confident. Lucas quickly nodded his head, even though he couldn't think back to one thing Nathan had said about her, all he could focus on was how good she looked in the green and beige halter top, and the straight denim mini skirt she was wearing.

He could vaguely remember seeing her in an outfit similar to it, and remembered how a nerdy sophomore had run into a locker and fell down watching her. Lucas completely understood now, and could in fact see himself doing the same.

"Yeah. Yeah, it was definitely all…good." Lucas said as quickly took his gaze off her body and back to her face. She let out a quiet giggle to herself. She knew the moment she woke up and got the cute outfit still in the shopping bags from the night before, was a good decision.

"Hmm, I think I've actually heard a lot about you, two. You know, girl talk in the locker room. Who's sexing who." Brooke's face grew into a mischievous smile as she noticed his eyes grow wide. "Luckily, I heard no such sluttiness of you Lukie." Brooke gave a laugh and his face grew more relaxed.

"Don't worry, all I've heard is the whole Dan Scott, total jackass, and the half brother thing from Nate. I'll be digging up more though, count on it." Brooke said in a trouble making tone, and once again the nervousness came to him. Then again, he couldn't remember sleeping with any of her friends from the elite, so what would he have to fear.

Brooke gave a smile and started to walk away, but stopped and turned back around. "Oh Lucas." She called, and noticed how he quickly turned around to face her. "I'm having a party next weekend." She started.

Okay, so her parents had told her there was absolutely no way she could have one since they would be gone every weekend for the next month, and she wasn't improving at school, but Brooke knew better. She would have this party, and she could get Haley James to keep her snot nosed mother how out of it. She had wanted to have it the upcoming weekend, so she could prove to Theresa and every B-list girl that she wasn't going anywhere, but she needed more than one day to have the "best party of the year".

"It's gonna be great, so I better see you there." Brooke said, still maintaining a smile although her statement how come out more threatening than she had hoped. Even then, Lucas had gave a nod. "Count on it." He said, imitating her before mention words. Brooke gave a satisfied smile, then stalked onto the tutor center.

When Brooke reached the door, she let out a deep breath, then marched in. She noticed a few geeky looking students sitting at tables, talking to others, mostly dumb jocks and a few cheerleaders who didn't look like they were paying attention at all.

Brooke always wandered why she couldn't have gotten one of those geeky tutors, instead of Haley. But then again, Haley was the only one who looked half way decent, and the only one Brooke could bare to look at. And to top it all of, the room was almost silent except for the quiet chatter over boring textbooks. That made their discussion even worse.

She reached the table where Haley sat, tapping her pencil, waiting for Brooke. She hadn't actually thought that Brooke would show up, so this was usually her free time to catch up on her own homework. It surprised her quite a bit as she saw an expensive looking purse fall to the table, and an angry familiar brunette standing above it.

"Wow, you're actually here today. Quite a surprise, I didn't think you would waste your 'valuable time'." Brooke rolled her eyes slightly as she carefully sat into the chair across from Haley. "Why Haley James, what a pleasure it is seeing you again." Brooke said sarcastically as she pulled out a mirror and a strawberry flavored lip gloss tube to reapply.

"Brooke, where's your books?" Haley asked in an annoyed tone. "Does it look like I brought them? Rule number one, I don't carry my books, other people do. And rule number two, I wouldn't bring them when I don't even plan on opening them." Haley looked up at the girl with a confused and annoyed expression.

"No, this is more of a…hmm…business arrangement, you could say. And if my dear father happens to ask, we only discussed James Washington…or whatever his name was." Haley rolled her eyes as her head fell into her hands. "What business Brooke? I already told you, I'm not telling your father that I lied at dinner."

Brooke shook her head, showing Haley she wasn't talking about that. "No, this is something totally different. But thanks to that little…mistake, I have to be here discussing this now." Haley looked up to Brooke, not wishing she would just get to the arrangement she had to talk about.

"I take it back. Skip all the sessions you want, I wont miss a thing." Haley said, annoyance still evident in her voice. She rolled her eyes to Brooke and looked back at the paper she had been looking at.

"Okay, whatever. So anyways, our little arrangement. You see, something has come up. Something very, very important. I want…no need, to have a party next weekend. And because of the little debacle at Daddy's party, thanks to you, I can't have any parties." She said, muttering the last part with bitterness. She didn't exactly want anyone around hearing about everything that had happened.

Haley still remained looking at her paper, not even glancing at Brooke. "And?" She asked, not showing any amusement, only boredom, in her voice. "And… I need this to happen. If not, it could be the end of all that is perfect and normal at this school. This has to happen. Now my parent's disapproval I can deal with, that's nothing, but there is one remaining problem. Your mom."

For the first time since Brooke had started the discussion, Haley looked up and faced Brooke. "My mom?" She asked curiously, and Brooke followed with a nod. "Yes. My parents are going to be gone the next few weekends and she is supposed to be watching the house and whatev. I assure that she would notice loud music, tons of people, and kegs, coming into the house. I can't have her breaking the party up, and I certainly can't have her calling the cops of something. As good as a 'Brooke Davis' party usually is, I need this to be better. Perfect."

Haley was still confused. She didn't understand why Brooke was telling her this, what she wanted her to do, or even why she should help Brooke. Thankfully, Brooke noticed the confusion before Haley had to ask. "I need you to help. Like be a…" Brooke started, then trailed off trying to think of a word.

"Like a co-host or whatever. My parents won't care, as they usually don't, and wont send people over to check on their "lovely daughter" if your in on it. They know you." Haley's face lit up a small bit as Brooke asked for help. "You're boring, you're square, you're totally parental approved." Haley's face quickly fell.

"And I need you to get your mom to back off and stay away." Brooke hoped she had mentioned everything, because everything had to be in order for this party. If something went wrong, Theresa would only have more to talk about. Her gaze went back to Brooke, her eye's almost pleading to Haley.

"And why would I help you, Brooke? You've treated me like a piece of old trash needing to be thrown away since I first moved in. Why would I do anything that would help you?" Haley asked, quite fascinated with their conversation. Brooke raised her arms to the table, clutching her purse to her. Ugh, was she actually going to have to do something for the girl.

"Because as much as you pretend like you don't, you want in. And because you would actually get to attend, and help with the "best party of the year". And…" Brooke looked around trying to think of something. She could tell Haley still wasn't interested. She need something, just something.

She noticed Tim Smith sitting a few tables away. Uh-oh, Brooke could tell what he was doing. He was hitting on the helpless tutor. Actually hitting on a tutor. She rolled her eyes at his extreme lameness, and then it hit her. She quickly turned back to Haley, a wide smile forming on her face.

"And because I will get you a date with Nathan Scott."

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