Author Note: This story does NOT follow true to the One Tree Hill series. No one knows about Nathan and Haley's feelings toward one another yet. Peyton and Brooke have decided to put the Lucas love triangle behind them. Thanks.

Chapter Five
Step Two- Everything must be perfectly organized. The guy must never find out what it going on. He must be completely oblivious to everything. Now I know this could possibly be very difficult, but just think about how nice that two hundred dollar bills will feel when they are in your hands. You'll get over it. Trust me.

Shock. That was the only way to describe the look on my face and the feeling inside my body. I stood still in astonishment for minutes. My phone was shattered on the tile floor. I squatted down to retrieve the pieces of the phone and began trying to put it back together. Struggling to put the puzzle of a cell phone back to its original order, I threw it into my purse.

There was ringing coming from the kitchen. I walked toward it and stood casually in the doorway. Rosa handed me the phone. A puzzled look crossed my face. She shrugged her shoulders. I nodded my head remembering that she spoke very little English and even if she did know who it was, she wouldn't have been able to tell me.

"Hello?" I said, opening the refrigerator door and shuffling through anything and everything in there. When my mother and father were in the country, everything in our house was low fat, low carb, low calorie. Everything was soy or non processed. I never went to the grocery, so to eat there were grapes, tomatoes, or two week old milk.

"I thought a girl with your breeding and having attended all the courtesy classes you did as a young debutante would have at least tried to carry a conversation with me earlier."

It was Daniel. To clue everyone in, Daniel and I had a one time fling after a basketball game two months ago. We were both the most drunk either of us had ever been. He left me alone at the party after we had sex. I was the most mad I had ever been. Peyton and I had gone to the party together. She had left hours before, but I didn't have any means of getting home, so at three in the morning I had to call her to pick me up. I hadn't talked to him since. Part of me was surprised he even remembered it happened.

After several moments of silence, I finally replied. "Well you can have the best breeding in the world but when you're confronted by an asshole it all goes to hell." I took a long drink of the water that sat in front of me. "You left me there. I know we were drunk and I know it was a one night stand, trust me I've had enough of those to be able to differentiate them from other "relations", but you just left me there." My voice slowly started to rise. "It was like I was a damn hooker." Rosa's head whipped around. For not knowing English, she sure did know what a hooker was. "I expected to roll off the bed and find some money left for me."

"Brooke, come on. What was I supposed to do? Stay there, wake up with you, have coffee, spend the day together. Maybe we could have gone fucking running on the beach together, but that's only if you supply the sparkling cider and corny ass music."

"You could have at least woken me up and told me you were leaving. I was inside of someone's house, in someone's bed, that I didn't even know. He was one of your friends. I was there with you." I paused and began to think. Why was Daniel calling now? Out of the blue. He had wanted nothing to do with me. I decided to take it up with him. "What are you doing calling me anyways? You need some because I would advise you to go to the corner of third and Jackson, that's where the working girls are."

"No," He paused. "Before we were... drinking and everything. I really enjoyed your company..."

"You called me after two months to tell me how much you enjoyed my company?" I was becoming increasingly aggravated.

"Are you always this bossy? Just listen to me." I started to open my mouth but slowly closed it. "I really enjoyed you... not like that but your personality and I was wondering if you would be my date to my brother's wedding?"

I was in shock yet again. I couldn't believe that Daniel had the nerve to call me after a one night stand two months ago. My first instinct was to immediately turn him down. There was no way that I could go to his brother's wedding. I could see it now, people would as how we met and he would have to say well actually Brooke and I hooked up after a basketball and I haven't seen her in two months, I just thought it might be fun to invite her. Something inside me told me to tell him yes, that I would go with him. So I did.

"Yeah, I guess that would be alright." I said throwing three red grapes into my mouth at once. I walked over to the receiver to hang up the phone. He concluded the conversation by telling me he would call me later in the week with more details. I put the phone up and took off to my room.

Once I got inside my room, I threw myself onto my bed. I looked over to my dresser drawer. Tons and tons of picture frames and loose pictures covered the top of the dresser. I got off the bed and walked over to it. A silk camisole lay on top of four pictures. I moved it and looked at the pictures. One was of my parents and me in St. Barts two years ago on a summer vacation. The water was a pristine blue. It looked like glass it was so perfect. Another was of Peyton and me asleep on her bed. Lucas had crept into the room and taken the candid shot. We both looked like hell. The third was of me and Nathan after a huge basketball win, I was on his shoulders with the pom-pons in the air. We were so excited that night. The final picture was of Lucas and me. I was taken in my car after we had eaten dinner. I remember it like it was yesterday.

We ate at my favorite Italian restaurant in all of Tree Hill. He had looked so great that night. He had on a white button up shirt. He had rolled he sleeves up because it was a warm night. I wore a white linen dress with detailed blue flowers across the bottom. That was the night of our first kiss. Everything about that night was ideal.

I closed my eyes remembering that night. I felt wetness on my face. My hand reached for my face. It was a tear. I quickly wiped it away and walked over to my full length mirror. I ran my hands through my hair and over my top, smoothing out all the creases and wrinkles. "Ice Queen." I said to myself, "It's a game. There is no crying in sports unless you are the loser." There was no way I was going to be the loser.