Rachel and Brooke walked casually down the corridor when they both spotted Lucas and Peyton making out in middle of corridor.
"Questions? Comments?" Rachel asked Brooke, as they swerved past the happy couple.
"Actually I was wondering why you opened my mail this morning? I know it was you Rachel, the rip marks match your fake nails," Brooke added, opening her locker.
"Okay, okay so it was me… But now I know that you're flunking in Calculus," she said quietly.
"So I'll get a tutor," Brooke responded, shutting her locker.
"In the middle of the year, I don't think so. Anyway I thought you were too busy arranging the 'Basketball banquet'" Rachel raised her fingers quoting Peyton sarcastically as they continued down the hall.
"Hey, you're helping as well, we won't get a place on the team otherwise," Brooke commented and Rachel rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, whatever," Brooke smiled mischievously "I'll meet you there after school, I've got to deal with something," she walked off, smirking at a skinny boy stuffing books into his locker as she passed.