Hey everyone, thanks for the reviews. A few of you had questions so I'm going to answer them. The beginning chapters, for the most part, won't have as much to do with the couples.
I'm laying the groundwork for the rest of the story. I want you to get to know the characters and their situation first. Lucas, however, will be coming very soon. Their move to Tree Hill is on its way, also. As for Nathan, he's a little later in the story. But don't worry, you definately will not be disappointed when Naley begins. I'm a Naley girl all the way so I'm going to make it good. I promise you that.

Chapter 3

Secret No. 3: Very few things are worth taking risks for—love, family, and the prospect of a first kiss.

"Theresa?" Brooke called into her phone. It was 9:30 and she was at the club now. "Where are you?"

After calling Theresa and finding out that everyone had already arrived at the place, Brooke thought up the only excuse she could think of to leave her family. She told them that her ex-boyfriend's mom had called. Marcus got into a car accident. Nothing too serious—but bad enough where he had to go to the hospital. She said that he was asking for her and that she had to leave right away. Automatically, Peyton and Haley were by her side saying they'd go with her. Brooke then quickly made up an excuse about how it was Haley's birthday and how she didn't want to drag them to a morbid hospital on her special day. Jimmy had insisted on driving her but she was stubborn and said that all she needed was a cab. After all, he was Peyton and Haley's ride home.

She didn't want them to be stuck. Haley then grabbed Brooke's phone and went to dial their mom's number. Brooke almost had a heart attack. She snatched the phone away and quickly called the cab company. Within 10 minutes she was out the door, in the cab, and on her way to the club.

"Theresa," Brooke said into her phone while searching the crowd.

"Right here you butt head," she answered from behind Brooke.

"Hey, I am not a butt head. How the hell was I supposed to know you were right behind me?" Brooke defended. "Anyway, have you seen Felix?"

"Yeah. Claire's had her claws into him ever since we got here."

"That tramp! Well she's about to face the wrath of Brooke James. Lead the way, Theresa!" After trudging through the crowd, Brooke finally was able to get a glimpse of Felix at the bar. And much to her dismay, Theresa was right. There was that little trollop Claire all over him. Although, it did make Brooke happy to see that he was not amused by this. Once she pulled up her jean skirt a bit, readjusted her red halter top, and put on her red kitten heels that she had snuck in her purse just for tonight, Brooke was ready to charge her target.

"Hi Felix," she said in a seductive tone as she stepped in front of Claire. "I hope you weren't too bored while you were waiting for me."

"Wow Brooke, you look fantastic!" he complimented eyeing her up and down.

"So do you, handsome!" she replied. And boy did he look good! He had on a black, short-sleeve, button-down shirt that hugged his muscles perfectly. And a pair of sexy blue jeans that Brooke thought made his butt look really firm. Oh God he is hott! I better control myself or I might just totally eat him up!

"Excuse me, but you just totally interrupted our conversation," Claire chastised.

"Don't worry, you're excused. And talking is so overrated. Don't you agree Felix?" Brooke asked as she gave him a sexy wink. All he could do was stand there and lick his lips. "Come on. Let's dance." For the next half hour, Brooke and Felix just grinded on the dance floor. Right when they were about the share their first kiss, Claire butted in.

"Felix, you promised that you'd dance with me at least once tonight," she whined. "Why are you wasting your time with this wanna be over here?"

"Oh no, you did not just say that to me you cow!"

"What's the matter Brooke? It's only 10:30. Is baby way past her bed time?"

"Are you kidding? Sweetie, I've done things that you can't even pronounce!"

"Well that confirms my theory that you're a slut!"

"You bi…."

"Ok, that's enough! One dance Claire. That's it, ok?" Felix asked as he pried the two girls away from each other. Before he went off with Claire to another part of the dance floor, he gave Brooke an apologetic look.

"What do you mean she went to the hospital? Is everything ok?" Lydia exclaimed panicking. Haley had just finished telling their her the whole story.

"Brooke's not hurt. Marcus got in a minor accident and he wanted her to be there with him," Haley explained.

"This is awful. I better call Joan and see if she needs anything."

"Mom, I don't think that's necessary. She's probably at the hospital with Marcus anyway," Haley tried to reason. The truth was, before Brooke had snatched her phone away, Haley had accidentally accessed Brooke's call log. She saw that it wasn't the hospital that called her, but Theresa. If Lydia found out that Brooke had lied about something like this, she'd be dead meat.

"Nonsense, I'm still going to leave a message." Oh crap! Brooke, I hope it was all worth it, Haley thought. She just stood there and watched her mother dial the number and start talking on the phone.
I need to get out of here. She's gonna flip. Right when Haley was just about to sneak out of the living room she heard, "Haley Anne James, get your butt back in here!"

"Yes Mom?" Haley asked innocently.

"Where is your sister? I just spoke with Marcus' mom and she nearly had a heart attack when I told her that her son was in the hospital."

"Maybe she didn't know?" Haley offered in a meek voice.

"Well that's funny, because as soon as I told her, Marcus walked right through the front door. Care to try again?" she asked as she folded her arms.

Tucking a piece of hair behind her ear Haley nervously responded, "Uh, no." It's official, I am the worst liar in the world.

"Where is she? I want to know right now."

"Mom, she'll kill me if I tell you. You know what the Wrath-of-Brooke is, right?"

"Haley, NOW!" Lydia demanded causing Haley to jump.

"I think she's at that club she's always talking about," she spit out fast. Although her mom was usually a very nice and calm person, you still never wanted to be in her line of fire when she's mad.

"Go get your sister and have her meet me in the car. We're going for a little drive."

"This is ridiculous! He said only one dance," Brooke furiously exclaimed to Theresa. "That's it. I'm going over there." I am not letting that tramp take my man and perfect year away! With that, Brooke pushed through the crowded dance floor and made her way toward the Pig and Felix.

"Felix, could I borrow you for a second? I need some help with something," Brooke asked sweetly as she interrupted the dancing couple.

"Sure…"

"I don't think so. We're a little busy," Claire stated with a nasty expression on her face.

"Don't worry, it'll only take a minute. Or fifteen," she mumbled under her breath. Brooke then dragged Felix away to the other side of the dance floor.

"What did you need help with Brooke?" he asked confused. Boys are so clueless.

"With this," she replied as she moved in to capture his lips in a passionate kiss. They started to make out as they continued to sway to the music. Just as things were really starting to heat up, Brooke heard the most awful sound in the world.

"BROOKE PENELOPE JAMES!" All of a sudden, Brooke broke the kiss and pushed Felix away. Uh oh.

"Mom?!" Brooke exclaimed astonished. "What are you doing here?"

"That's hysterical. Because I could ask you the same thing," she answered. "You have until the count of 10 to get out of this club and into the car." Just then Peyton appeared by Lydia's side.

"10…"

"Did you rat me out?" Brooke angrily questioned Peyton.

"Don't look at me. I didn't know—and I told her to wait in the car," Peyton explained with an amused look on her face as a crowd began to gather.

"9….8…." Lydia continued.

"But Mom…"

"7…6…"

"Felix, I'm so sorry. I have to go," apologized Brooke. He just nodded and stared at her as she turned around to leave. At that moment, Claire practically pounced on him.

"5….4…" As Brooke trudged her way out of the club, she could have sworn she heard Claire say, "I told you she was a little girl with a curfew. It's only 11:30 and she already has to go home to bed." By this point, it was safe to say that Brooke had never been more embarrassed in her life.