My best friend and I are writing this together. Just to let you all know, this is the introduction into Liz and Candi's life. The OTH characters are up next. Hope you enjoy!

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Candi and Liz Webster were new. They drove separate cars and had separate lives. Moving from California to North Carolina was a big change, but the girls were up to the challenge. They were enemies. The only reason they stuck together was because they were alone, but not for long. Candi was a junior, and Liz was a sophomore. Candi, being the oldest, was what her mother called 'a privilege and an honor.'

The girls were rich. Their mother was a jewelry shop owner and their most recent stepfather was the guy who invented Sharpie Retractable. They lived in the biggest house in Tree Hill, and were not afraid to mention it. They were to attend Tree Hill High as of September 1st, which was slowly approaching.

The girls shared a love of boys and makeup, but that was where the similarities ended. Candi looked older than 17, especially when she wore dark eye makeup. Her recently darkened brown hair was naturally straight and hung down past her shoulders reaching to the bottom of her chest. She usually wore designer jeans showing off her tight ass and the latest tops to tease the boys. Her lake view colored eyes sparkled in the sunshine. To top it all off her nose had stayed pierced since age twelve. Liz looked 16, and acted 16. She was obsessed with boys, eyeliner, and music. Her wardrobe consisted of everything ever mentioned in Teen Vogue. She had two walk-in closets, one stuffed with clothes, and one stuffed with her 451 pairs of shoes. Her brown hair was streaked with blonde from the sun and from the $300 dye process she went through every month. Her large hazel eyes were fanned with long lashes. The girls had driven around Tree Hill with interest, Candi in her blue Bentley, and Liz in her red Corvette. They searched for shops, restaurants, and boys refusing to do the looking around together.

The word sister was as far was their relationship was with each other went. Candi took a disliking to her sister the moment Liz took a liking to Candi's boyfriend of a year, Darren, and went from being a baby freshman to an experienced sophomore. Candi gave up the most important possession she had; her virginity. She now knew it was mistake to even touch her lips to his. The day after having sex with Candi, Darren had been caught perverting Liz. Candi broken down in tears the moment she saw Liz laying on the bed with Darren's hand in places not fit for a freshman girl.

Running out of the house, tears staining Candi's cheeks she jumped into her car and calmed her nerves at a tattoo parlor. She stepped in recognizing a guy from her Physics class at the register selling a younger woman a new tongue ring.

"Will you give me a tattoo?" She asked wiping the steaks of mascara under her eyes.

He nodded. "Come on back, what do you want?"

"Au coeur brisé, the color black, in cursive." The guy from her class pushed open a door holding it open for Candi.

"What's it mean?"

"Heartbroken. In French" He nodded, not questioning. "Sit down Candi."

From that day on the girls passed one another by without a word to each other unless it's to cover one another's secret meetings. Candi turned into a slut the day after she had marked herself with the tattoo. It showed on her left shoulder every chance she was allowed to grab. Anyone who saw it gawked at it for a moment until realizing the language, some questioned if they spoke French why she had it written down on her shoulder. She would simply say "My heart will never not be broken." She kept the tattoo available for the world to know her pain; it wasn't possible anyone had the empathy to understand it. Her tube tops and halters showed off a good portion of the well built body she was given. Her jeans cut low making boys snap their head around to watch her walk down the hall.

Liz wasn't has bad as Candi but pretty bad. Liz didn't believe in sex until she was in love. But that didn't stop her from doing other stuff to boys and vise versa. Both the girls were responsible and secretly got tested every month to make sure no STDs were caught. Liz had hated Candi for everything that happened in her life. Some how everything just had to be Candi's fault, it didn't matter, it was always her fault!

Especially the death of their father.

Candi would never be able to forget the pain of any man in her life. At age 8 her father over worked himself into a heart attack causing her mother to remarry three other times. The current husband, Andrew, was wealthy and ten years older then Candi, he was genius, an inventor since age seven. The way Andrew and Candi and Liz's mother met was through Candi. She'd snuck into a bar one night, looking for trouble and a way to make the pain of the day of Candi and Darren's first date anniversary relinquish from her mind. A good looking boy with raven black hair and deep brown eyes sat chugging back the beers as his heart was poured out to the bar tender about his girlfriend cheating on him with his best friend. Candi's ears perked up, maybe he was the one who would know the pain she'd felt in her life. She'd approached him with a smile.

"I'm Candi." She smiled seductively. "I'm Andrew." His smile was half hearted until he checked over her body one more time.

"Let me buy you a drink." He offered. "Cosmo." Candi simply said.

They'd talked for hours on end until Candi suggested heading back to her house for a little fun. Now Candi doesn't just sleep with anyone, in fact she has only sex with three different guys; she liked to play with new guys. And she definitely didn't do anything illegal, having sex with a guy that was 26 at the time was just wrong. She took him back to the house.

"Wait one minute." She whispered shutting her house door as she stepped in leaving him in the yard. He'd waited for her for twenty minutes; she'd sat doing her English homework for the next night tapping her pencil to her current favorite song. Finally at two in the morning Candi and Liz's mother, Daphne returned home from a bachorette party, drunk as hell wobbling up the walk way. Andrew, who was still sitting in the middle of the lawn picking at pieces of grass, called out, "Hello?"

Daphne fiddled with her keys. She snapped around. "Hey!" She smiled widely. "You're hot what's your name?"

"Andrew."

"How old?"

"26."

She thought for a moment. "I'm 38, which is reasonable, come on now, come buy me a drink." She cumbersomely walked down the steps. "Its only two, I know a bar open till four." She yanked at his arm. "Come on now." Daphne dragged his arm to her car. "You can drive." He glanced back at the house. "Ok." He said looking back to Daphne.

Nights after that Daphne started to invite Andrew for dinner, when they were both sober, a new thing for Daphne. She'd been an alcoholic since the months after Candi and Liz's father had died. Candi knew but couldn't bring herself to tell anyone or get help, because if the word alcoholic was mentioned Daphne would leave, she knew it was true but that didn't matter. Andrew never noticed, being at the office and all for twelve-thirteen hours a day. That is why when Andrew came home to find out that Daphne was off with her friends partying spending his money he turned to Candi at first. He'd moved in after two months of Daphne and his dating. It was awful when Andrew found out Candi's real age; he gawked and checked up Daphne constantly when she walked by accidentally in short cotton shorts and a see-through white tank top before going to bed. Andrew would question Candi's real age. Daphne would nod taking a gulp of a beer. "She is sixteen." Andrew would stare as Candi walked away trying to hold his temptation.

By the time of the wedding Daphne knew Andrew for four months. She barely knew a thing about him, all she knew was he was good looking with money to follow him. But Daphne's mom was nothing sad. She was intelligent when not drunk; she could still pass for twenty five. Her personality was just awesome, when not drunk. The couple didn't really know each other. Daphne didn't have time to really get to know him. She was off too much and sometimes working at a jewelry shop when she felt the need to. The rest of the time she sat around drinking with her friends a few years younger that married rich like her that held no responsibility toward anything. So when Andrew started hitting on Candi when it was just him and her, it was a secret not to be mentioned.

"So you're into older guys huh?" Andrew asked, leaning on her door one night before she was about to go out. As she slipped on a tight shirt, she smirked and replied, "Yeah, what of it?"

"Well I'm an older guy."

"Why do you think I went for you that one night?" She asked searching for the perfect perfume.

"Because I'm good looking." She rolled her eyes.

"Is there anything else Andrew?" Candi asked annoyed, her hands on her hips. He stepped closer a few inches away from her face.

"You know you're very attractive right?"

Candi shoved him away. "Get away Andrew!" She shouted.

He grabbed her by the waist. "Come on just give me a little tongue." He whined.

"Get off!" She screamed.

"You give every guy your with every night a little something." He pointed out.

"That's because they aren't my step dad!"

"You're mother isn't what I want, it's you."

"I will never give you anything, you're sick!"

"Fine!" He shouted as Candi shoved her way out the door. "See if you ever get love from any type of father. Because it isn't going to be me and your real dad is dead."

Candi held tight a locket in her hand with a picture of her father in a shape of a heart fasted in it. "I miss you." She whispered to the lock it.

That was the week before Andrew accepted the job in Tree Hill. He'd treated Candi and Liz different, you could tell. He'd smile to Liz wrapping an arm around Liz asking her how school was paying attention until the moment he could smirk to Candi proving he could be a real father and she wasn't going to get it from him. Liz had even joined the custom of calling Andrew Daddy 'A'. Candi wanted to smack her upside the head every time she spoke those words. Liz hadn't noticed and if she did she wouldn't care because Liz held as much hatred for Candi as Candi did for Liz. After the night Liz was branded as a slut Candi retaliated by telling everyone and marking her 'Liz the one to make boys jiz.' She hated the reputation but some how knew she deserved it.

"Candi!" Andrew called from the downstairs.

"What!" She screamed back.

"Come down stairs." She'd rolled her eyes obeying the command. She slumped down stairs a scowl marking her face.

"What Andrew?" He picked up a small brown box holding it in his arms.

"This is yours; it's your last box." She wrenched it of his arms.

"Thanks." She said fumbling with the top of the box. It was pictures of her dad. She slammed the top back on running up stairs.

"Oh, and Candi?" Andrew said. She turned around. "It's not Andrew its Daddy 'A'."

"Fuck you." She snarled.

"I'm going to work, if your mom comes home tell her I won't be home till late." He commanded.

"Good." She said under her breath.

The door almost slammed shut until it was shoved open by Liz. "Bye Daddy 'A'" She called as he opened the car door. She walked back in, attitude following behind her. "Hey Candyland." She mockingly laughed. Candyland was a snide nickname from Liz to Candi; it symbolized all the boys playing Candyland to trample to the end and get the prize.

"Hey Jiz." Candi replied. "Blow anyone lately?" Candi asked stepping up the stairs.

"Only as many as you have let you eat you out."

"So none. It's a record." Candi said reaching her room.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed! As I said before, this was the introduction, the Tree Hill characters are in the next chapter, so don't be all "What the eff is my LNHBP?" Cause their coming up!

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