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"Did you really think you would get away with it?" Brooke screamed at him. Her patience was running low today. "Felix! Turn around and look at me!"

"What are you talking about Brooke?" He said calmly. "Get away with what?"

"You are so full of bullshit, you know that?" Brooke yelled, almost in tears. She tried to contain herself. "Do you?" she asked a second time.

"Look, Brooke, maybe if you told me what you are talking--"

"You know very well what I'm talking about. Peyton told me, so don't give me that, 'I care about you' bullshit, because if you truly cared about me, you wouldn't have lied to me."

Felix tried to keep his cool. "Brooke, what did Peyton tell you? What did I lie to you about?" He knew what she was talking about.

"Mouth took care of me. She saw him take me home after I got totally wasted at TRIC. Do you know what you were doing? Making out with that slut you came with." Brooke was now in tears. "And do you know what the worst part is? You lied to me. I can't be with a guy that I can't trust, so we're through."

"Brooke, we were never going out." Felix said coldly.

"I don't want to look at you, I don't want to talk to you, and I don't want to think about you." Brooke said back.

Mouth saw the fight growing before his eyes. He was around; he was always where Brooke was. He wanted to run over there, protect her, save her. He wasn't going to walk away this time.

Felix grabbed Brooke's arm. "Come on, baby. It doesn't have to be this way. I still want to be with you tonight, you know how well we are--"

"I'd take that no, as a no." Mouth grabbed Felix's arm off of Brooke's. "I suggest you stay away from her."

"Mouth, stay out of this." Felix said with anger. "I've got this covered."

"I'm not to going to stay out of this." Mouth shot back. "When one of the few people that I care about is being treated badly, I don't just walk away."

"Mouth," Brooke pleaded, "Please, I'm okay." She lied. Tears started streaming down her face. "I've got to...I've got to go." Brooke turned around and ran home.

Mouth watched the girl he loved run away from him.

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The next day after school, Brooke walked up to her home depressed. She hadn't talked much today. How could he have possibly done that to her? She was Brooke, Brooke Davis. What guy would do that to Brooke? Brooke snapped out of it when she was greeted with a bouquet of beautiful white roses. There was a card attached.

The card read: Sorry about what Felix said yesterday, he shouldn't have. You're beautiful. Mouth.

Brooke felt a tear forming in her eye. Could she be falling for Mouth? No, he wasn't her type. It was still sweet of him to buy her flowers. Brooke took out her key, and opened up her door. She didn't think about him again.

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"Hey, Brooke!" Peyton yelled after class, "What's up?" Peyton was obviously over the little spat from a few days ago.

"Peyton, hey. Nothing, just got a lot on my mind." They made their way down the halls of Tree Hill High without a word. "So," Brooke started just as they opened the door to freedom. "What have you done the past couple of days? Any necessary information I need to know?" Brooke asked jokingly.

"Nope, nothing really." Peyton replied.

They settled down at one of the lunch tables outside. Peyton noticed Mouth staring Brooke's way from a nearby table. He quickly looked away. Peyton laughed. "Looks like Mouth has a thing for you. Does he have an obsession or something?" Peyton laughed again.

"Shut up, he does not." Brooke said.

"I don't know, the looks he gives you and--" She said, laughing harder with every word.

"Peyton, shut up. He gives me a few looks, he buys me some flowers. So what?" Brooke replied.

"Wow! He gave you flowers." Peyton said with a fake surprise, putting a hand over her mouth. "Sounds like a crush to me. Just a few years until you start popping out his babies." Peyton was hysterically laughing.

"Look, you don't know the half of it." Brooke replied. "It's not like that. He's just a friend. Acquaintance, actually."

"If you say so." Peyton said, finally calming down. Her laughter came back when Mouth got up and started walking over. "Oooh! Look, here he comes. You better be ready for this one."

"Shut up." Brooke said under her breath.

As Mouth came closer, Brooke got more annoyed with Peyton's side comments. Mouth finally approached Brooke. "Hey Brooke, how are you?"

"I'm fine." She wanted to keep the conversation and short as possible.

Peyton piped in. "Hey Mouth."

Mouth's attention shifted to Peyton. "Hey Peyton." It quickly moved back to Brooke. She was so beautiful. He could smell her. There was a long silence, almost unbearable.

"Okay, well, I'm going to go." Peyton said quickly. "Leave you two alone." She whispered in Brooke's ear. Brooke gave her a shove. Peyton giggled as she left. "Have fun." Peyton said sarcastically.

Peyton was soon out of sight. Mouth saw this as the best time. "So, Brooke, did you get my flowers?" He was unsure of what she would say. Would it be disappointing?

"Yup." Brooke said in a monotone voice. She didn't seem interested.

Mouth was disappointed. It was over. "Alright," he said, trying to cover up the hurt in his voice, "I just wanted to make sure you got them." He turned around and started walking back to his original table.

Brooke didn't know what to do. She couldn't get around it; she had to tell him eventually. This was as a good of time as any. "Mouth." She said.

Mouth turned around with a glimmer of hope in his eyes. She knew this was going to be hard for him. Who wanted to be let down by Brooke Davis? She got up from her table, walked over to him, and prepared for the worst.

"Mouth, it's just..." Brooke started. "We're much better as friends." There was a short pause. "I mean...well, you know what I mean, right?"

"Yeah, I know what you mean. Don't worry about it." Mouth looked hurt, like his heart had been ripped out and stepped on. Brooke could see it.

"Look, Mouth, I'm sorry. It's just the way it has to be." Brooke put her hand on his shoulder. "It's the way it has to be." She repeated.

Mouth nodded, even though he didn't agree. "I understand." He took her hand off of his shoulder. "Bye Brooke."

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