Author's note: Gosh, I'm sooo sorry it's taken me so long to update. Ya'll have been great with the reviews, it's just my house has been CRAZY crowded, I haven't even been able to sleep in my own bed! Anyways, now that the house is a lot calmer, I actually have a chance to start writing. Thanks for being so patient with me! Read and review, please.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT, AND I NEVER WILL, OWN ONE TREE HILL, IT'S SETTINGS, PLOT LINES, OR CHARACTERS. And I do not own the song She Will Be Loved, that belongs to Maroon 5.

!: Before you read this chapter, I just want to let you all know that if you or anyone you know is doing self destructive behavior (i.e drinking, smoking, drugs, cutting themselves, starving themselves, throwing up on purpose), please inform someone to get the help you or they need. Those issues help make very intresting plot lines, but these are dangerous issues and should be taken as such. This story in no way provides the help that you or someone you know may need.

UnknownPOV:

"I know what I saw and I know what I heard! She was gagging and when she came out she went straight back to normal! This girl needs help, and we aren't giving it to her."

"I understand your concern, but she's the head cheerleader. Student council president. Rich, popular, gorgeous. Does that sound like a depressed teen to you? We need to focus on the students that really need our help."

"She does need our help! None of that has anything to do with the fact that she was making herself puke or to the fact that she's brought liqiour to class more times than not! Something is wrong with her. It's not normal for any teen to be staying home with no parental guidance for months at a time, it's not normal for any teen to be coming to school looking like she's barely one hundred pounds!"

"Ms. Davis has never been bullied, hell she's more popular than I ever was! She's just being a spoiled rich girl, doing anything for attention. We need to focus on the kids who have no one there for them, she has the whole school!"

"Mr. Carter, students have come to me and asked me to help her numerous times, obviously something is wrong! From all the notes I've taken up from kids during class talking about her, I know she's about to break down! Her and Mr. Scott have come to an end, she no longer speaks to her friend Ms. Sawyer and my best student was driven to tears when I asked her what was wrong! You know what Ms. James told me? She said her best friend, Ms. Davis, needed help and she couldn't help her! Mr. McFadden has come to me about it as well. If you're not going to help this student based off of some idiotic steriotypical prejudice, I'll deal with it myself."

The principal watched as his employee walked out of his office, slamming the door behind her.

BPOV:

Wiping her mouth clean of any evidence, Brooke stood up shakily on her legs. She walked to the mirror inside the girl's bathroom and lifted up her shirt. All she was a disgusting, pathetic excuse of a cheerleader. Her stomach was huge and it made her want to cry in frustration. In reality, her ribs were showing prominetely and all her famous curves were gone. Her eyes were sunken in and they had purple bags under them. Her cheek bones stood out and her arms and legs were scrawny, looking like she would break in half. She hadn't ate a meal that she didn't throw up since the last time she talked with Nate. That was exactly two weeks and fifeteen pounds ago. Brooke pulled her shirt back down, and walked unstabely out into the hallway. She briefly leaned against the rows of lockers for support, taking in a deep breath. She closed her eyes just for a little while, missing the escape that sleep used to give her. She sleeps three hours top a night.

"Brooke, are you feeling okay?" Brooke's hazel eyes flew open and met the kind brown eyes of Chase from California. Throught out the time she's met him, they've began talking and getting to know one another. He was incredibly sweet, and he played the guitar almost as good as Jake did.

"Hey Chase, I'm fine. Do you think you can do me a favor though?"

"Sure. Anything for you." Wincing from the memory of Lucas saying the same line to her, Brooke blocked the sound of his voice telling her that out of her head.

"Me and Rachel are going out of town this weekend, to go see a concert. I was hoping you could get my homework from tomorrow fom all my classes since I'm going to be leaving? It's a long drive." She looked up at him from under her eye lashes, biting down on her bottom lip. He audibly gulped and stuttered through his assurance he would get it for her.

Brooke hugged Chase tight, and thanked him with a kiss to the cheek. Leaning away from him, both him and her had identical blushes. Brooke playfully swatted his arm, and walked off to her next class. Chase stared after the girl who captured his attention since he moved here, and wanted nothing more than to be walking off with her, holding her hand.

Next Class Period

Brooke stared blankly towards the front of the room. Her head was pounding, and she felt very faint. It took her a minute to realize her teacher was calling her name.

"Ms. Davis? Ms. Davis?"

"Yes Mr. Smith?" She looked towards her teacher.

"You're wanted in the counselor's office. Take your belongings, class is almost over." Getting up, Brooke looked towards Rachel who mouthed What did you do? towards her, and Brooke just shrugged, not knowing exactly what Ms. Renna wanted with her.

She walked into the counselor's office after knocking and Ms. Renna asked her to take a seat. She sat in the must be ten years old chairs feeling very uncomfortable.

"So Ms. Davis, how's life? Any new boys, any old boys? Having a good year?"

"Uhm, yeah I think so. I've been-"

"It's just Brooke, is it okay that I call you Brooke? There's been some talk throughout the school about you and some teachers were questioning if you were okay."

"Well I'm fin-"

"I know how hard it is to live up to everyone's expectations, you know Head Cheerleader, Student Council President, girlfriend, best friend, it can all be overwhelming sometimes."

"Yes, bu-"

"I really just want you to know if you have any thoughts or feelings you want to talk to about, come to me." Brooke didn't even bother to try to say something as Ms. Renna just went on and on about the pressures of teenage life. Realizing that she was expected to answer, Brooke nodded her head. The school bell rang, signaling the end of that class period.

"Oh and Brooke, for missing so many classes we need you to clean up the lunch room. The janitors are on holiday. You can go back to class now." Brooke nodded her head, turned on her heel, and rolled her eyes. This so far, has been a terrible day.

Walking into the lunch room after school, Brooke felt a surge of happiness at seeing a mess of dark brown hair. She put her hands over his eyes, and stood on her tip toes to reach his face.

"Guess who?"

"Lauren Conrad?" Brooke pulled away and smacked his chest, ignoring the nervous feeling she always got when touching him.

"I was just kidding, I knew it was you Brooke."

"Oh yeah, how?"

Chase looked down, blushing and Brooke could not find him anymore adorable than at this moment. "I can always tell when it's you. So what's up? You helping out here or what?"

"You're cleaning two? Who knew Chase Adams was such a bad boy that'd he'd skip class?" Brooke winked and walked over to get a mop out of the janitor's closet.

"Ha-ha-ha. I'm not, just helping out." Brooke laughed and she suddently felt selfish compared to him.

"You're a really good guy you know that? A lot better than me anyways."

"Yeah well, I try. Brooke Davis is a great person."

"Psshh, try telling everyone else that. They'd laugh in your face." They both got quite and worked on cleaning the lunch room for an hour, poking fun and laughing with eachother. While Chase put the mops and buckets away, he turned to Brooke. She felt very light headed, and she could see the concern in Chase's eyes.

"Whoa, Brooke are you okay? Why don't you sit down?"

"I'm fine, just really tired. I haven't been sleeping too well."

"Yeah, okay just sit down." Brooke slowly sat down on the floor and breathed in and out.

"Hey, you know what you can do to thank me for getting your homework tomorrow?" She looked at him questioningly, not having the energy to voice her question outloud.

"Join the Clean Teen club." Brooke laughed out loud, having a fit and she looked into his serious face.

"Oh my god, you mean it."

"It's oh my gosh, and yeah I mean it. It'd be fun, we could hangout, you could meet some of my friends, it's not as bad as everyone makes it out to be."

"Yeah, but don't you have to be like a virgin to be part of that? I am definately not a virgin."

"No, you just can't...do that...after you join it. That's not all it's about. We tutor kids in the junior highs, we help clean up the city, we have funraisers. It's actually a lot of fun."

"I don't know Chase, it doesn't really seem like my type of thing."

"What is your type of thing Brooke? I don't get it. You seem to hate how people see you, and here is a good way to change that."

"I don't know okay? Can I just think about it?" Chase slowly backed off, raising his hands innocently.

"Yeah, it's cool. I get it. Clean teen isn't the coolest club to be a part of. I'm going to go now."

"Wait Chase." Brooke got up to follow him, and as she started walking she felt even more faint and even more light headed than before. She fell against the lockers and she just blacked out. Chase ran over towards her, and tried waking her up. He shook her, he yelled, and then he got out his water bottle and dumped it onto her.

"Chase!"

"I was just waking you up, God what the hell just happened?"

"It's gosh, and I don't know! But I'm fine. I gotta get home to back."

"No way, let me take you to a hospital." Brooke shook her head, feeling it pound against her skull.

"Okay then at least let me drive you home? Please Brooke, if I don't I'll be worrying all weekend." Brooke looked towards him, seeing his pleading eyes. She relented.

"Okay, thanks Chase." They walked off to the parking lot, Chase still holding onto Brooke, freaked out she was going to fall again. And she had to admit, she kind of enjoyed the feeling.

Driving silently, Brooke didn't feel the need to fill it up with conversation. She layed her head against the car window and listen as Chase sang along with the radio.

Beauty Queen of only eighteen
She has some problems with herself
He was always there to help
She always belong to someone else

I drove for miles and miles
And wound up at your door
I've had you so many times but somehow
I want more

I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her is she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
She will be loved

Tap on my window knock on my front door
I want to make you feel beautiful
I know I tend to get so insecure
It doesn't matter anymore

It's not always rainbows and butterflies
It's compromise that moves us along, yeah
My heart if full and my doors' always open
You can come any time you want

I don't mind spending every day
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Asl her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved

I know where you hide
Alone in your car
Know all the things that makes you who you are
I know that goodbye means nothing at all
Comes back and begs to catch her everytime she falls

Tap on my window knock on my foor
I want to make you feel beautiful
I don't mind spening everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved

Brooke turned to Chase as he pulled up to her house.

"You have an amazing voice you know that right?"

"So I've been told."

"Seriously, you're really good. I bet if you became famous all the girls would be all over you."

"Yeah? What's so hot about an eighteen year old virgin?"

"I don't know. Maybe making him an eighteen year old who isn't a virgin?" He blushed and looked away, shaking his head. Brooke laughed and got out of the car.

"Thanks for the ride, gorgeous. I'll see you Monday. Don't forget to get my makeup work!"

"Yeah, I got you. Later Brooke. Have fun at your concert." Brooke walked into her house and heard Rachel and Jake argueing and she rolled her eyes. She went up the stairs and went into Jenny's room.

"Hey JJ, how you feeling? I wish you could talk back. I'm starting to really like this guy, and it kinda scares me."

Unknown POV:

"Knock, knock." Chase poked his head inside the office.

"Chase! To what do I owe the honor of seeing my favorite nephew?"

"I need your help."

"Kay, what's up?"

"It's Brooke. I think something is wrong."

Author's note: Kay, so what'd you think? I always have the ends planned out for my stories, but never the middles! Anyways, I was looking forward to introducing the teacher to ya'll, but I will next chapter. Oh and the next chapter is going to be the concert! Something is gonna go down between Rachel and Jake, just so that I can start writing her story soon. Anyways, please please PLEASE review! Thanks:)