Chapter Nine-I will run away.

Brooke burst into Nathan and Haley's room as soon as she noticed the door was cracked. Haley was on the bed and Nathan was in the bathroom. It sounded like he was in the shower. She opened the door which she was surprised to find out was unlocked. Nathan quickly grabbed his towel and covered himself. "Brooke." He said surprised to see her. Brooke pushed him against the shower wall and kissed him. Nathan pulled her away from him. "Brooke what are you doing?" he whispered. "Haley is right outside the door."

"I don't care about Haley." She smiled she undid the back of her bikini top and kissed him again. Once again she felt him pull her away from him. "What's the problem?" she asked getting upset.

"I just, I don't think it's the best idea right now." He said handing her back her bikini top. "Not with Haley outside the door."

"Nathan, how long is this going to be a secret for?" she asked.

Nathan shrugged. "I don't know Brooke. Right now I don't care. I don't even know what 'this' is." He said. He threw his shirt over his head and quickly put his pants on. He walked out of the bathroom leaving Brooke slumped against the wall.

Brooke was unable to disguise the tears coming down her face. She didn't want to walk out of the bathroom while Haley was sitting there, and she definitely didn't want Nathan to see her cry. She did her best as she looked at herself in the mirror and stormed through the bedroom, completely ignoring both of them.

As soon as she left the room the tears began to fall again. She had just told Peyton she loved him. She knew she shouldn't have gotten herself into this torture. She had given her heart away too quickly. The Scott boys sure knew how to stomp on a girls feelings. She walked quickly away from the hotel, away from the beach and as far as she possibly could to get away from there.

Tim and Jake joined Peyton, Lucas, Haley and Nathan in the lobby of the hotel. Everyone had agreed to meet there before dinner. They were going to dinner together at the "Blue Lagoon" and then they planned to go to the "Atlantis Casino".

The Blue Lagoon was an upper class restaurant in the Bahamas. It was a perfect mix of fine dining. A strict dress code was enforced. Peyton was dressed in a dark blue strapless dress. It hung slightly above her knees, and she wore a pair of matching flip flops. Her hair was up in a mess of curls in the back of her head. Haley wore her hair pin straight. She was dressed in a long black shirt and a light purple tank top. She had high lacy shoes on. The guys looked almost as if they were in uniform. They were wearing black pants, and white button up shirts. Nathan however had decided to break code and wore a cream colored shirt.

"Where is Brooke?" Tim asked noticing she wasn't standing with them.

"She wasn't in the room. I thought she was getting ready with one of you guys," Lucas explained.

Nathan somehow knew that the reason she wasn't there was because of him. Part of him just didn't care. He had really started to care about. That was until Haley told him about Chris. They had been sitting in the hotel room before Brooke had burst into his shower. Haley told him about Brooke sleeping with Chris the night Lucas went to bring Haley home.

Peyton immediately glanced at Nathan as if he would know where she was. "Have you seen her?" she asked him.

He shook his head oblivious to the fact that she knew what was going on with them. Or for that matter, what was going on with them previously. "I thought she was in her room. I haven't seen her all day." He lied.

"That's not true!" Haley jumped in. "You had a conversation with her in the bathroom." She smiled.

Nathan gave her an annoyed look. Why was Haley even getting into it? "Oh yeah, she came by this morning to see if I had any hair gel." He lied.

Peyton rolled her eyes. Brooke didn't use hair gel. She laughed at him but didn't draw any attention to it.

Lucas also noticed Nathan's lies. He had already questioned there friendship, and now he was even more into it. "Right."

"I guess she's not coming." Jake stated the obvious.

"Let's go with out her." Tim suggested.

Everyone agreed with this idea. They weren't going to wait around for Brooke. She was probably at the bar drinking or something.

Brooke felt herself collapse in the sand. It was getting dark now. She had been walking for hours and had no idea where she was going. She laid down looking up at the stars when she heard footsteps coming toward her. She looked up to find a tall dark man standing above her. "Hi." He said in a low voice reaching for her hand to pick her up.

Brooke stood in front of him as he towered over her. "Hi." She said quietly. The man was creepy. He had an unshaven goatee and a mustache. He must have been at least 10 years old than her. He was wearing dark black jeans with a long black coat. It was incredibly warm for such an outfit.

"Where are you running to?" he asked.

"Um, my friends and I are just checking out the beach. They're not far behind me." She lied. She wanted to give him the impression she was not alone.

"That's funny," he said looking around. "I don't see anyone."

Brooke grew nervous just before she felt everything go black.