Deception

Brooke was sitting at the vanity in her bedroom when her phone rang. She waited a few moments and then lazily picked up the phone and said, "Hello?"

"Hey, are you ready for tonight?"

"Can't wait. It's going to be a night to remember. Are you coming to the festivities?"

On the other end, Nikki smiled. "Hmm…I'm not sure, it might look suspicious. I'll just count on you to give me all the details, although I wish I could see Peyton go down in person. Well….bye, dear. Have a good night." She hung up the phone and smiled to herself again.

"Yeah," Brooke replied before hanging up. She looked back at the mirror and said, "Let the games begin." She picked up her phone once again and dialed Peyton's number.

"Hello?" she heard as Peyton picked up.

"Hey friend, I'm coming to pick you up. Are you ready to go?"

"Yeah, I'm all set. I'll wait for you outside. See you in a few."

"Of course! Bye." Brooke stood up, smoothed her hair and winked at her reflection in the mirror before grabbing her purse and heading out the door.

Always fashionably late, Brooke arrived in her light blue VW bug about 20 minutes after she had hung up the phone with her best friend. Peyton stood up from the porch steps and wiped off her favorite jeans before heading down the walk to Brooke's car.

"Hey," she said when she opened the car door and got in.

"Hey! I'm so excited for tonight. You are in for a wild ride, babe! Let's go!" Brooke lay on the gas and sped off down the street.

A few minutes later they were pulling into the parking lot of one of the local bars.

"Got your ID?" Brooke asked, raising her eyebrows at Peyton.

"Never leave home without it!" she replied laughing. Brooke walked around to the other side of the car and linked arms with Peyton as they walked into the bar together. Brooke scanned the dimly lit, but very loud room and found the perfect someone who was going to make her plan a success that night.

She walked over seductively to a very handsome guy, approximately 17 years of age and touched his shoulder to get his attention. Hmm, she thought to herself, looks like we're not the only ones here with fake ID's. He turned around and smiled at her.

"Something I can do for you?" he asked giving her an appreciative look-over.

"More like is there something I can do for you, sexy" Brooke replied, giving him a little wink. "I mean, buy you a drink that is," she continued quickly when his eyebrows came up in surprise.

"Oh is that all?" he joked. "Sure, that'd be great, if you insist."

"Perfect! I'll just go grab those then. Peyton! Do you want something too?"

"Oh I don't know, Brooke. You know I'm not much of a drinker these days."

"Come on, Pey. Just one?" Peyton scrunched her face up in thought and then looked defeated. "All right, just one. Now get outta here!"

Brooke walked off and Peyton sat down at the guy's table. He held out his hand and said, "Hey, I'm Eric."

"Peyton," she answered, shaking his hand.

At the bar, Brooke was ordering the drinks. When they came she quickly slipped something into Peyton and Eric's glasses, smiling slightly to herself. "This should do it."

"Here you go, you two. Drink up!" Brooke returned to the table and sat the glasses in front of the unknowing teenagers. "Thanks," they both replied.

A couple of hours later, Peyton and Eric were sound asleep, heads on the table and all.

"Well, no time like the present." Brooke said to herself and got up, walking to the bar. She batted her eyelashes at the very cute bartender and said sweetly, "Listen, my friends had a bit too much to drink. Is there any way you could help me get them out of here? I don't think I can do it myself." She stuck out her lip a bit and gave the famous "damsel in distress eyes."

"Yeah, sure, no problem. Brian! Can you cover for me for a few minutes?" he called out to another guy who was wiping off tables.

"Ok, let's go."

Outside, he helped Brooke get her two "friends" into the car and then she gave him a kiss on the cheek and thanked him. He walked away looking quite satisfied with himself, having also gotten her number.

Brooke pulled out of the parking lot and drove silently out to Peyton's house. This was going to be the tricky part, maybe she should call Nikki. She whipped out her cell and dialed her number.

"Hey, I've got them at Peyton's but I'm not going to be able to carry them upstairs. Care to give me a hand?"

"I'll be there in two seconds."

Nikki pulled up minutes later and she and Brooke dragged the two sleeping people up into Peyton's room and left them on her bed. Brooke went to work arranging hands here, legs there and clothes…well, she removed a few of them. Satisfied with her work, both Nikki and she walked downstairs and out of the house, but not before switching on the web cam.

Upstairs in Peyton's room, she and Eric looked engaged in not so innocent sleeping and unfortunately her web camera was on broadcasting it to all of Tree Hill and more importantly to Lucas, who was watching in disbelief.