Over the next week no one saw Brooke without Peyton or visa versa; things had pretty much gone back to normal, or so one would think. Peyton was trying in vain to get Brooke to talk to Jake, as her infatuation with him had waned and she felt the two would be good for one another. Jake, in his own subtle way, was trying to get Brooke to talk to him, while Brooke was just trying to figure things out on her own.

"So what's the plan, Peyt?"

"Not sure yet." Peyton told Jake as she stirred her soup. The two were at Karen's Café, a place they were sure Brooke wouldn't go, trying to figure out a way to get Jake and Brooke back on friendly terms. "We have to catch Brooke off guard and that's not easy, it's Brooke. She can read me like a book." Jake nodded.

"I could kiss her again. That left her pretty speechless..."

Peyton grinned. "That's perfect... if you want her to kick the crap out of you."

Jake frowned. "I don't know, Peyt, I just don't know how to reach her. You've been taking care of her, right?"

"Of course."

"Have you gone to her doctor's appointments or anything?"

"No." It was Peyton's turn to frown. "She hasn't said anything about them at all actually..."

Jake shook his head. "I'm going to talk to her tomorrow."

"How, genius?" Peyton asked sarcastically. "Isn't that why we're here? To figure out how to get Brooke to talk to you again?"

"I've got an idea." Jake said, smiling slowly. He put on his jacket as he stood up, and threw a few dollars on the table. "I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

Peyton nodded as he left, she was confused, but Jake wasn't dumb, things would work out. She pulled her sketchbook out of her bag and began on a new strip. She was inspired.

Brooke walked down the school hallway slowly, it didn't matter to her if she was late or not. She had more important things to worry about. "Hey Brooke." Haley smiled as she and Nathan passed her.

"Tutor Girl, Nathan." When she turned the corner she almost screamed as she was pulled off her feet. A hand covered her mouth as she was dragged into the janitor's closet. When the mouth slammed down on hers she knew instantly who it was. She let him kiss her senseless before pushing at his chest. "Jake. What the hell are you doing?"

"How'd you know it was me?"

Brooke blushed and prayed that he couldn't see her in the dim light, she had thought about his kiss constantly for the last three weeks. "That's besides the point. I told you Jake, I'm not some puppet you can jerk around."

"I know." Jake murmured, combing his fingers through her hair. "Look, about the fight, I'm sorry Brooke. I don't know what happened. Luke came at me all bothered about some phone call and I was frustrated because I hadn't been able to concentrate all day... I just, I don't know... As for what I said to you afterwards that was uncalled for, but I already apologized for that and I can only apologize so many times... I'm not perfect."

Brooke nodded and leaned her head into his hand. "I'm sorry I blew up at you too." Jake smiled at her.

"So we're okay?"

"We're more than okay." Brooke grinned slyly as she pulled his head down to hers. "Nobody's ever kissed me the way you do." Jake grinned back at her.

"Good thing?"

"Definitely a good thing." They kissed again, gently at first, but things soon progressed.

"Brooke." Jake murmured, pulling away.

"What?" She whined.

"We've got to get to class."

Brooke groaned petulantly "Come on Jake, I don't want to."

Jake grinned and pushed her out the door. "Come over to my place tonight?"

Brooke nodded and watched as he left her to go to class. She squealed as soon as she knew he was out of earshot. "I've got to find Peyton!"

The day moved much too slowly for Peyton, Brooke, and Jake. Each of them looked anxiously at the clock all day long.

Brooke had told Peyton about her closet encounter with Jake and at lunchtime Peyton had offered to take Jenny for a few hours so the two could have some time alone. It promised to be quite a day for all of them.

When the day finally came to an end the three friends met in the parking lot. "So," Peyton began "Can I just pick Jenny up from the daycare, or do I need a note or something?"

Jake handed her a piece of paper. "I called the daycare earlier, give them this and you should be good to go."

Peyton snatched the note out of his hand. "Car seat?"

"I'll get that for you right now."

When Jake left the two 17 year old girls looked at each other. "I'm nervous."

"Brooke Davis nervous?" Peyton asked, genuinely surprised. Brooke nodded. "It'll be fine Brooke. Jake's cool, you know you can trust him. It's not like you can get pregnant."

Brooke glared at the blonde. "Ha ha."

"What's funny?" Jake asked as he returned. He handed the car seat to Peyton and looked from one girl to the other.

"Nothing." Brooke said dryly.

"Have fun." Peyton said teasingly.

"Burn in hell." Brooke retorted.

Jake laughed. "You know how to put in the car seat, Peyt?"

"Yeah yeah, don't worry dad. Everything's cool." She smiled then jogged back to her car.

"So," Jake asked placing his arms about Brooke's waist "I'll see you back at the apartment?"

Brooke could only nod.