After a restless night, Brooke finally called Haley.

"She never came home? Why didn't you call me? I would've helped you look," Haley said.

"I didn't want to bother you," Brooke replied.

"You should have called. You don't have to do everything by yourself. We all would have been there for you," Haley said.

"I'm calling you now. Can you do me a favor?" Brooke said.

"Anything," Haley replied.

"Let me know if she's at school," Brooke said.

"Of course."

Haley looked for Sam as soon as she got to class, but as usual Sam wasn't there when the bell rang. Haley had just about given up hope that the teen would walk through the door when Sam came sauntering in. The teen smirked at Haley as she walked to the front and sat down.

"You're late again, Miss Davis. Since one detention didn't phase you, let's make it a week's worth of detention," Haley said sternly.

Sam rolled her eyes.

Haley quickly texted Brooke to let her know that Sam had shown up and would be in her classroom serving detention after school.

Sam was usually one of the first students to exit the classroom, but today she hung back. "How's it going for you?" Sam asked. Haley stared at her. "Trying to get a hold of my mother? Any luck?" The teen smirked.

"Not yet, but don't worry, I will," Haley replied. She gave Sam a stern look.

Sam felt a little better about the fact that her mother wasn't taking Haley's calls either. It wasn't just Sam that Victoria didn't have time for.

Sam smirked. "I sincerely doubt it. I guess it's not up to you what class I'm in after all." Sam turned on her heel and left Haley shaking her head.

When Sam entered Haley's classroom for detention, she found Brooke and Haley waiting for her. Sam turned to leave, but Brooke grabbed her arm to stop her.

"Where were you last night? Did you shack up with Jason?" Brooke demanded.

"Don't worry about it," Sam muttered.

Brooke glared at Sam. "I AM worried about it, Sam! Do you know how worried I was when you didn't come home?"

"I can take care of myself! And it's NOT my home!" Sam retorted.

"We've been through this before and I'm getting really tired of it, Sam. Now I'm going to ask you one more time. Where the hell were you? And don't even think about lying to me because if you do I'll know," Brooke said sternly.

Sam sighed. "A hotel," she admitted.

"How the hell does a fifteen year old book a hotel room?" Brooke demanded.

Sam handed Brooke her ID.

"You stole my ID!" Brooke yelled, snatching her ID up.

"So? You stole my house keys!" Sam shot back.

"Give me your wallet," Brooke said sternly with her hands on her hips.

"What? No! Why?" Sam protested.

Brooke's expression was dangerous. "OK, Sam. You can give me your wallet or I WILL take it from you." She held out her hand expectantly.

Sam let out an exaggerated sigh and handed Brooke her wallet. She watched in horror as Brooke took her credit card and handed the wallet back.

"Haley, do you have any scissors?" Brooke asked.

Haley nodded and produced a pair of scissors. Brooke cut Sam's credit card up and threw the little pieces of plastic into the wastebasket. The teen would have a harder time trying to bribe locksmiths and reserve hotel rooms without it, Brooke thought.

"You do know Mother will get me a new one?" Sam pointed out.

Brooke smirked. "If she ever calls you back."

Sam sat down at a desk and put her head down. She didn't want Haley and Brooke to see the tears forming in her eyes.

Brooke sat down beside her and put her arm around Sam's shoulders to try to comfort the teen. She felt bad about what she'd just said, but she also knew it was true and the sooner Sam realized that the better. Sam had to stop acting out for Victoria's attention because she was never going to get it.

"Don't touch me!" Sam yelled.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that," Brooke said gently.

"Why not? It's true!" Brooke could barely hear Sam's muffled response.

"Sam, look at me," Brooke said. Sam slowly lifted her head. Her face was streaked with tears. "I know it's true. And I know it's hard to have Victoria Davis as a mother. It's going to be OK, Sweetheart." Brooke hugged Sam. She was surprised when the teen hugged her back.

The door opened and Jamie entered in his basketball uniform. Sam immediately pulled back from Brooke and wiped her eyes, thoroughly embarrassed that one of the basketball players had seen her crying like a baby.

"Hi Aunt Brooke." Jamie grinned and gave Brooke a hug.

Sam frowned in confusion. Aunt Brooke? Was there another Davis sister?

"How's my favorite basketball player?" Brooke asked.

"I don't know how Uncle Luke is." Jamie smirked.

"Not what I meant!" Brooke shot back.

Jamie smiled at Sam. "Hi. I'm Jamie." He extended his hand politely.

Sam's cheeks burned. She could only imagine what she looked like after crying her eyes out. She probably had mascara running all over her face. This was so embarrassing! "I'm-"

"I know who you are," Jamie said with a smile.

Sam looked confused. "How?"

"Well, you're Aunt Brooke's sister. And you're a cheerleader. And Jason's mentioned you," Jamie explained.

"All good I hope?" Sam raised her eyebrows.

Jamie smirked. He couldn't repeat what Jason had said about Sam in front of his mom and Brooke. "Nice to meet you." He approached Haley's desk. "Dad's staying late. Can I get a ride home with you?"

Haley nodded.

Sam made a face as she put the pieces together. Her English teacher was this kid's mom and Brooke was his aunt. Sam looked up at Haley. "Please tell me I'm not related to you!"

"You don't want another big sister?" Haley smirked.

"One is more than enough," Sam replied.

Brooke rolled her eyes. "Mrs. Scott is one of my best friends and Jamie is her son."

"That explains it," Sam muttered.

"Explains what?" Brooke wondered.

"Why she called you to tell you she wanted to move me into a different class and-"

"By the way, she IS moving you into Honors," Brooke said firmly.

"I'm in Honors," Jamie said.

"Good for you. What do you want, a medal?" Sam said sarcastically. She turned back to Brooke and smirked. "She's NOT moving me unless she talks to Mother and there's probably a better chance of hell freezing over."

Brooke raised her eyebrows. She pulled out her cell phone and dialed Victoria. "Hello Victoria. No, there's nothing wrong with the store. Your daughter's teacher needs to speak with you." She handed the phone to Haley.

Sam sat there in stunned silence. She couldn't believe she'd spent an entire week trying to get a hold of her mother and Brooke only had to make one phone call. It was perfectly obvious who Victoria's favorite was, Sam thought angrily. What had she done wrong? Why wasn't she good enough? "Can I say hi when you're done?" She asked weakly.

Haley got permission to transfer Sam and then said, "Your daughter wants to talk to you," and handed the phone to Sam.

Sam took the phone and left the classroom. She wandered down the corridor until she found an empty hallway. "Hi. I've been trying to call you. I-"

"What is it, Samantha? I'm busy," Victoria said shortly.

Sam's face contorted in pain. Her mother had always been too busy for her. "I miss you and-"

"You're fifteen, not five. You've only been in Tree Hill for a week. It's time to cut the cord," Victoria said harshly.

Sam inhaled sharply. "It's not just that. I don't like it here. I want to come home. Please!"

"Your home is in Tree Hill now. You've had plenty of chances in New York and you blew every one of them. Your so-called friends were obviously a bad influence on you. Maybe you can make some new friends who aren't headed for jail," Victoria replied.

"Can you at least talk to Brooke? You were right. She's such a bitch-"

"That's not any way for a young lady to talk, Samantha," Victoria scolded.

"Sorry. She had the locks changed on the house and she's making me stay with her," Sam said.

"No one can make you do anything, Samantha," Victoria said.

"But she-"

"I have to go. I have a meeting," Victoria interrupted.

"OK. I love you," Sam said, but her mother had already hung up.

Sam was visibly upset when she walked back into Haley's classroom. She thrust the phone at Brooke and sat back down. Brooke frowned in concern. "What happened? What did she say?"

"She said you couldn't make me stay at your house," Sam said cockily. So what if it wasn't the completely true? Technically Victoria had implied that Brooke couldn't make Sam do anything.

"We'll see about that." Brooke hit redial and waited impatiently for her mother to pick up.

"Samantha, I told you I have a meeting!" Victoria said angrily without waiting to see who it was.

Brooke smirked. It sounded like Victoria had barely given Sam the time of day. "Wrong daughter, Victoria. And I have the wrong number. Talking to you once was enough to ruin my day." She hung up.

Sam felt fresh tears form in her eyes and glared at Brooke. "Don't say it."

"I didn't say anything," Brooke said with a smile.

"Sam, you may go. I will see you in my seventh period class tomorrow," Haley announced.

Sam shot Haley a dirty look. She practically leapt out of her chair, anxious to get the hell out of there. Brooke grabbed her arm. "Not so fast. Apparently you need an escort to help you find your way home."