Disclaimer: I don't own any of the OTH characters; those are all just wishful thinking.
Summary: Brooke gets into a little trouble but manages to talk her way out of it.
A/N: Brooke and Lucas aren't together yet, but will be. Thanks for those who reviewed, I LOVE IT! :)
Story
"Brooke Davis, to the principal's office, Brooke Davis," the sound of the assistant's voice ran thoughout Tree Hill High.
Everyone in Brooke third period English class turned around to look at her. She rolled her eyes in irritation.
"What'd you do?" Her best friend Peyton asked, leaning over toward her.
"No idea," she answered.
'Miss Davis," her teacher signaled her to the door.
"Right," she said walking slowly though the classroom, then down the empty hallway. She sat patiently in the main office waiting for the principal to see her. Finally, after a few minutes wait she saw the principal walking out of his office with another student.
"Frankie, no matter how many times you plant South Asian termites in the school lunches, we will not replace pasta with Hot Pockets," he said to the young man, dressed in baggy jeans and a faded Taking Back Sunday t-shirt.
"Yeah but Principal wouldn't you rather hot pockets?"
"Frankie I don't think the Board of Education will approve that, but nice try."
Great now I'm associated with termite, taking back lunch people, lovely.
"Ah, Ms Davis, right this way."
"I prefer Brooke."
"Right," he said walking toward his office, "please take a seat," he said gesturing her to a blue chair in front of his desk.
"If you don't mind me asking, why am I here?"
"I guess if you want to jump right into it." "I'm not much for small talk."
"Very well then, it seems your grades have been slipping dramatically since the last semester started, and you know the rules, you need a certain grade point average to take part in any extracurricular activities."
"Are you saying that, if I don't get my grades up I won't be able to do cheerleading?
He nodded.
"But you can't be serious."
"Unfortunately I am, Ms Davis."
"Brooke," she corrected him.
"Right; I took the liberty of calling your parents."
"That will be one hell of a phone bill."
"Language please."
"Sorry," she said sounding the less bit apologetic.
"Now it's to my understanding that they are not I the country at the moment."
"Were they ever," she stated.
"I spoke with a Mr., Bernard Kojo; I take it he's your legal guardian for the time being."
"He's my chuffer."
"You get what I mean."
"Yeah I'm not just a dumb cheerleader."
"Well your acting as such, I don't know what need you have to have that attitude but I hope you do away with it, Brooke you're a good student, with so much potential, I just want to you prosper."
"Do you rehearse that?'
He looked at her.
"Right, the attitude, I sorry, I've been feeling a bit stressed, but I assure you my grade will be back to normally, thanks for informing me."
"Do you rehearse that?"
She leaned forward, "I guess you'll have to trust me," she winked at him and showed herself to the door.
Lunch
"What shaken' hot stuff," Brooke said walking toward Lucas Scott, who was sitting alone on an isolated bench outside.
"Why do I get the feeling your avoiding me?" She asked.
"What gave you that impression?"
"I dunno it could be you ignoring me or the not talking thing that gave it away, ultimately they come down the same thing, which means you didn't like our last night out," she said referring to a few nights ago when he had to rescue Peyton from a horny college freshman, "Not to worry I'll make it up to you tonight, me and you I'll pick you up and don't worry you won't need your punching hand," she said backing away smiling.
He nodded in agreement.
Oh what I have in store for you tonight.
Summary: Brooke gets into a little trouble but manages to talk her way out of it.
A/N: Brooke and Lucas aren't together yet, but will be. Thanks for those who reviewed, I LOVE IT! :)
Story
"Brooke Davis, to the principal's office, Brooke Davis," the sound of the assistant's voice ran thoughout Tree Hill High.
Everyone in Brooke third period English class turned around to look at her. She rolled her eyes in irritation.
"What'd you do?" Her best friend Peyton asked, leaning over toward her.
"No idea," she answered.
'Miss Davis," her teacher signaled her to the door.
"Right," she said walking slowly though the classroom, then down the empty hallway. She sat patiently in the main office waiting for the principal to see her. Finally, after a few minutes wait she saw the principal walking out of his office with another student.
"Frankie, no matter how many times you plant South Asian termites in the school lunches, we will not replace pasta with Hot Pockets," he said to the young man, dressed in baggy jeans and a faded Taking Back Sunday t-shirt.
"Yeah but Principal wouldn't you rather hot pockets?"
"Frankie I don't think the Board of Education will approve that, but nice try."
Great now I'm associated with termite, taking back lunch people, lovely.
"Ah, Ms Davis, right this way."
"I prefer Brooke."
"Right," he said walking toward his office, "please take a seat," he said gesturing her to a blue chair in front of his desk.
"If you don't mind me asking, why am I here?"
"I guess if you want to jump right into it." "I'm not much for small talk."
"Very well then, it seems your grades have been slipping dramatically since the last semester started, and you know the rules, you need a certain grade point average to take part in any extracurricular activities."
"Are you saying that, if I don't get my grades up I won't be able to do cheerleading?
He nodded.
"But you can't be serious."
"Unfortunately I am, Ms Davis."
"Brooke," she corrected him.
"Right; I took the liberty of calling your parents."
"That will be one hell of a phone bill."
"Language please."
"Sorry," she said sounding the less bit apologetic.
"Now it's to my understanding that they are not I the country at the moment."
"Were they ever," she stated.
"I spoke with a Mr., Bernard Kojo; I take it he's your legal guardian for the time being."
"He's my chuffer."
"You get what I mean."
"Yeah I'm not just a dumb cheerleader."
"Well your acting as such, I don't know what need you have to have that attitude but I hope you do away with it, Brooke you're a good student, with so much potential, I just want to you prosper."
"Do you rehearse that?'
He looked at her.
"Right, the attitude, I sorry, I've been feeling a bit stressed, but I assure you my grade will be back to normally, thanks for informing me."
"Do you rehearse that?"
She leaned forward, "I guess you'll have to trust me," she winked at him and showed herself to the door.
Lunch
"What shaken' hot stuff," Brooke said walking toward Lucas Scott, who was sitting alone on an isolated bench outside.
"Why do I get the feeling your avoiding me?" She asked.
"What gave you that impression?"
"I dunno it could be you ignoring me or the not talking thing that gave it away, ultimately they come down the same thing, which means you didn't like our last night out," she said referring to a few nights ago when he had to rescue Peyton from a horny college freshman, "Not to worry I'll make it up to you tonight, me and you I'll pick you up and don't worry you won't need your punching hand," she said backing away smiling.
He nodded in agreement.
Oh what I have in store for you tonight.