A/N: Thank you for your reviews. A question that has been asked from the start will finally be answered in this chapter.

Dirty Little Secret

The day after the open mic night had seen Haley back at work. She couldn't believe she ended up singing on stage. Haley was surprised by the reception she received from the crowd; they cheered her and even wanted her to play another song. The first couple of hours of her shift saw a couple of customers, who were there the previous night, compliment Haley on her performance. She was wiping down the counter when Nathan walked in. "Hello superstar. Don't forget us little ones when the multimillion contract comes in."

Haley smiled and put the cloth to one side. "Very funny. Don't you think for a second that I don't know what you did."

The smile that was currently on Nathan's face, soon disappeared. "Did Brooke tell you?"

Haley crossed her arms "No, you just did."

Nathan chastised himself for falling for that trick. Brushing it off quickly he responded. "I knew you would be great up there."

Haley shook her head and laughed. "What if your plan had backfired and I froze?"

"I didn't really think of anything else. I was that confident that you would find a way to be as brilliant as I heard you at your house."

Haley would be lying if she didn't feel a little bit happy that Nathan had said those words. She smiled at him and said, "Thank you."

"You're welcome. So when's you're next performance?"

Haley picked up cloth she was using and threw it at Nathan.

After spending the night at Peyton's house, Brooke and the blonde had spent most of the morning making out on the sofa. "Don't you think its time you start staying over at my place?" A panting Brooke asked.

Not liking the subject, Peyton untangled herself from on top of the brunette and sat up onto her knees. "Brooke."

The lack of contact prompted Brooke to sit up and place her right hand on Peyton's cheek. "They don't even care enough to visit anymore. We can lock the door this time."

"Why are we talking about this again?" Peyton started to adjust herself to make it easier for her to get up from the sofa. She didn't want to have this conversation but Brooke stopped her from moving completely off the sofa, by grabbing her arm. Brooke tried to lighten the mood with her next comment. "I want to be able to get a decent breakfast and cooking is not one of your talents."

Sensing what Brooke was trying to do, Peyton's hand found one of Brooke's and she started to play with it. "I thought you came round specifically for my talents."

Peyton grinned at a shocked Brooke. It would be the sort of thing the brunette would say and it wasn't the first time Peyton had made such a comment. "I'm serious Peyton. You can have dinner with Nathan and I, then stay over. Or I can get rid of him. Just one night is all I'm asking for Peyton."

Peyton nodded before pulling Brooke closer for a kiss. Brooke smiled into it before deepening it to return to the make out session that had been abandoned.

Rachel was walking to her car with a couple of bags of shopping. Her cell alerted her to a text and once she had put her bags in the back seat, she went to retrieve her phone. She didn't recognise the number but that was the last thing on her mind once she saw the message.

'No wonder Nathan isn't interested in you. He likes his women older.'

Scrolling down she also saw a photo of Nathan with the older woman and an address. She placed her cellphone back in her bag and started her car. It didn't take her long to reach her destination. She was furious because she knew the address she was sent to. She thought the photograph was from today but instead of seeing Nathan leave the house, she saw Tim.

"Un-fucking-believable." Rachel shouted as she banged the steering wheel with her hands.

Peyton was walking backwards, pulling Brooke with her. The blonde felt the back of her legs hit the bed and she sat down. Brooke straddled her not wanting to break their kiss. Peyton's hands were at the bottom of Brooke's top, pushing it up. She broke away, with Brooke instantly missing the contact. Aided by the brunette, Peyton pulled Brooke's top off, throwing it to the floor and she resumed kissing her.

Peyton's hands were moving from Brooke's thigh to her back while Brooke had her hands in the blonde's curls. Peyton started to kiss Brooke's jaw and started working her way to her neck. She moved her hands again, this time one hand started to work its way up from her stomach feeling every inch towards her breast.

"I want to feel every part of you." Brooke whispered under her uneven breath while she was trying to undo the button on Peyton's jeans. "Peyton." She moaned as the blonde started sucking on her neck.

"Peyton." This time it wasn't from the raspy brunette but from a distant male voice.

"Peyton." The second call startled Peyton, knowing instantly whose voice it was. "Dad." She called out, opening her eyes.

"Ok, this is so not what I was going for." Brooke commented feeling confused and a bit frustrated. Peyton stood up with Brooke still on her. Peyton was panicking, as her father would always come up to her room anytime he was back from his work trips. "Where's your top Brooke?" Peyton asked as she buttoned her jeans up.

"I don't know. Where did you throw it?" She simply watched the blonde franticly search until she decided she was going to look at the opposite side to where Peyton was.

"Found it." Brooke waved her top on before putting it back on. "I'm gonna fix up in the bathroom." Brooke calmly walked into it, closing the door, leaving Peyton to try and act as normal as possible. Peyton was internally relieved that she hadn't decided to play music or she wouldn't have heard her father; she wasn't ready for the explanation that would have to come after. Peyton shook the thought from her mind as Larry walked in. Father and daughter instantly embraced in a hug. "I've missed you kiddo."

"I've missed you too dad." Peyton pulled away with a huge smile on her face. Brooke was listening to the two and she instantly felt a pang of jealously. She had never experienced that with her parents. At times they wouldn't even acknowledge her when they came back to Tree Hill. Finally thinking that she looked decent, she walked out of the bathroom with a big smile on her face.

"Nice to meet you Mr Sawyer." She held out her hand. "I'm Brooke Davis. Peyton's friend from school." Larry took hold of her hand and shook it. "Nice to meet you too." He pulled his hand away and he started to remember something.

"Brooke. Are you the same Brooke that constantly argues with Peyton?" Peyton rolled her eyes and wished she had never spoken to her father about it. "Dad." Before Peyton could finish her sentence, Brooke interrupted. "It's ok Peyton. Yes that was me."

"So the two of you are friends now." Larry tried to clarify, though he felt a little confused as he remembered the times Peyton would come home, frustrated and complaining about her latest run in with Brooke.

"Yes dad." Peyton answered while not taking her eye off the brunette.

"Then you must stay for dinner." Larry said excitingly.

"I don't want to intrude. I mean it's your first night back, you should spend it with just Peyton." Brooke protested.

"I would like it if you stayed and I'm sure Peyton wouldn't mind either."

Brooke looked towards Peyton and saw her mouth 'stay' before turning it into a goofy grin.

"Then I shall accept your invitation, Mr Sawyer."

"Please call me Larry. Give me an hour and I'll rustle something up." He then walked out of Peyton's room leaving both of the girls smiling. Brooke moved closer to Peyton. "I can see where you get your looks from, he's kind of hot."

"Ew, that's my dad."

Brooke pulled Peyton for a quick kiss. "Thank you."

"What for?" The blonde asked.

"For letting me stay."

Rachel slammed the front door after she entered her house; she was still fuming about the text she received earlier. She had spent the better part of an hour driving around town trying to find a way to cool off. The moment she heard her name being called, she knew she was just as angry as before.

"Rachel, is that you?" The voice of an older woman called out from the kitchen.

"Not unless you've started giving your key to other students." Rachel made the comment not realising that the older woman had walked into the same room.

"What did you say?" The older woman asked.

As soon as their eyes met, Rachel couldn't hold it in. "I can't believe I was sent to live with you to help 'sort me out.' Does mum and dad know you're so messed up, Melissa?"

"I'm your mother and I'm not messed up." Melissa was upset and tired of Rachel's refusal to acknowledge their relationship. Melissa had given birth to Rachel as a teenager but her parents raised Rachel while Melissa finished school. Once Rachel was old enough, she was told the truth about Melissa. As their relationship deteriorated, so did Rachel's behaviour. Problems at her previous school saw Rachel living with Melissa to give the younger girl a fresh start. Rachel wasn't receptive to the idea and things seem to be going from bad to worse.

Rachel angrily threw the bags, she had in her hand, onto the floor. "Just because you gave birth to me, doesn't automatically make you my parent. They're the ones that raised me."

Melissa tried to remain calm but her heart was breaking. "It doesn't have to be like this Rachel. We're meant to be trying to work on our relationship."

Rachel laughed. "How can we do that when you're sleeping with my classmates?"

Melissa tried to not let her facial expressions show the fear she was feeling inside. "I don't know what you're talking…" Before Melissa could finish her sentence, Rachel cut her off.

"Don't even try and deny that you haven't been sleeping with Tim and Nathan. I shouldn't be surprised. You didn't close your legs to 17 year olds when you were 15 so I should of known you would still have trouble."

Melissa slapped Rachel across the face. "Don't you dare talk to me like that."

"Why the hell not? I'm sick and tired of this. I'm going home and if you try to stop me then I won't stop your secret from coming out." Rachel walked back out of the house, leaving Melissa stunned and on the verge of tears.