Brooke took out her cell phone and called Nathan.

"Hello?"

"Hey. It's Brooke," she told him. "I found Haley and after some convincing and name calling I got her to agree."

"I can't believe it."

"Hey I can be very persuasive when I want to be," she joked. "All you have to do is be at her house tonight at 7. Well then the rest is up to you obviously."

Nathan smiled. "Thanks Brooke."

"Anything for you Nathan. Well you better go get ready," she said. "And planning."

"Ok. I'll talk to you later Brooke. And thanks again. Bye."

Brooke smiled. "Bye."

She decided that a walk would be good right now. She needed some time to think. Brooke found herself wondering how things would have been if she and Nathan did get together instead of Nathan and Peyton.

Nathan had been Brooke's best friend, besides Peyton. It was usually the three of them hanging out. Peyton never expressed liking him at all. And Brooke did. But Brooke wasn't sure if telling him that would ruin the friendship she has with him. So as time went by and Brooke finally decided she was going to tell him, she found out that he had asked Peyton out already. Apparently they had been hanging out together and talking, and she confessed she liked him.

Nathan came and found her that night. "Hey Brooke," he said entering her room.

"Hi."

"What's the matter?" Nathan asked.

'Besides the fact my best friend is a back stabbing bitch?' was what she wanted to say but answered with, "Oh nothing, just a fight...with my parents again."

Nathan sat down next to her. "I came over to tell you my good news. I asked Peyton out and she actually said yes."

"That's great," she said tonelessly.

Brooke often wondered why she stayed friends with Peyton. She had already lost Nathan; she wasn't going to let herself lose Peyton too. Eventually Brooke got over it and things between the three were semi-normal. A little more tension and awkwardness than before but that's about it.

She knew she could have anybody she wanted back then, and even now. The problem was finding someone that wanted her. Brooke goes through a lot of guys; sure they want her, but they don't want her. She wanted someone to want to be with her and not just have sex.

'But maybe I'm not destined to have that?' she wondered.

Brooke bumped into someone. "I'm so sorry," Brooke said immediately. "I wasn't paying attention..."

"It's ok Brooke," Lucas told her. "No harm. But can I have your insurance information just incase," he teased.

She laughed. "Is that your way of asking for my number?"

"Maybe," Lucas grinned at her. "So what were you thinking about? You looked pretty distant."