Characters

Brooke…….Princess

Lucas……….Criminal

Nathan……Athlete

Peyton………Brain

Haley………..Kook

Dyck………….Principal

A/N: Thanks for the reviews, here's Chapter 4. More soon.

Dancing down the hallway, running her fingers lightly along the walls, she hummed to herself, blowing her bangs out of her eyes. She spotted Lucas down the hall, running after him, she grabbed his jacket and turned him around.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"I'm defacing school property," he gestured to the spray can in his hand, he drawn a cock and balls over the picture of Dyck as principal. "I'm sure, he'll love our devotion to him, this speaks words?" he waggled his eyebrows at her.

"You're funny, it's a refreshing change from these druids," Haley said quietly.

Lucas looked at her, really looked at her for the first time, looking past the baggy clothes and freaky hairdo. "Thanks, wanna go cause more trouble."

"Sure." she smiled, grabbing the spray can.

"Wait, you guys, Dyck is heading this way, we have to get back to the library," Peyton called softly from the corner past where Luke and Haley were standing.

"Shit." Lucas said, sprinting to a run he ran back down the hall and headed for the library. Haley, Nathan, Peyton and Brooke followed him. They ran through the door and to their seats.

10 seconds later, the door opened and Dyck strolled in. "How are my essays coming?"

The students looked blankly at him.

"I'll be back in half an hour to check on you," tapping his watch, he backed out of the library.

20 minutes had passed…

Brooke stared blankly at the wall, her head propped up in her hand. Her brown eyes usually sparkling with energy were devoid of any glimmer.

Lucas struck a match on the sole of his shoe, pulling out a cigarette, he lit up. Blowing out the fire, he sat back and inhaled deeply.

Nathan was playing with the strings in his sweater, pulling them from one side to another, back and forth, to keep himself amused.

Peyton crossed her legs, she really had to go pee badly. Shifting from one foot to another, she tried holding her breath, counting to 1,000 and nothing worked.

Haley sat there, fully concentrated on her task at hand. One hand was steadily wrapping thread around a finger on her other hand to see how purple it would go.

They all closed their eyes and started dozing off. The door opened and Dyck's voice telling them to wake up could be heard.

"Who has to go pee?" he asked.

Five hands shot up. "Ok well girls and then boys can go. Girls you have five minutes, the bathroom is around the corner and please no primping that takes an hour." His eyes shot to Brooke when he said that.

"What?" she said defensively.

"Go." Dyck tapped his watch. "Time is running out."

Rolling her eyes, Brooke pushed past him and out the door. Haley moved quickly past Dyck, before squeaking and running out the door. Peyton walked out the door, making no noise or rolling her eyes.

Nathan and Lucas sat back to wait.

Dyck looked at them, "So you two are brothers, do you get along?"

Luke and Nathan looked at each other and looked away. Their silence spoke volumes.

In the Bathroom

Brooke shut the stall door behind her and walked over to the mirror, her manicured hands caressed her skin lightly, picking and feathering her hair back into place. She pulled out her compact and reapplied her lipstick.

Peyton moved awkwardly up to the counter, looking at herself and hating what she saw reflected in the mirror. She sighed and closed her eyes, wishing she was anyone else.

Brooke looked over at Peyton, "you okay?"

"Yeah, why." Peyton looked at the Prom Queen. Looking back at her reflection…boring gray blue eyes, corkscrew dirty blond curls, milky complexion and a lanky figure. I should've been a guy, maybe then I be considered something other than a dog.

Swallowing heavily, Peyton pushed away from the counter and ambled over to the door and left.

Brooke watched her leave, wondering what her problem was. If she had low self-esteem, it couldn't be because the girl thought she was unfortunate looking. She was pretty enough, with the right touch. Peyton…her name was…an interesting one…for an interesting girl. Tall, curly golden hair, slate eyes, slender figure. Her sense of style could do with a makeover…today she was wearing blue jeans, two sizes too big that hung off her hips, a red shirt with a black skull on it.

And then there was the other girl…Haley was it? She was a mess all over. Spiky messed up brown hair sticking out in every direction, mocha brown eyes. Her sense of style was seriously screwed up. A brown sweater, three sizes too big, a brown skirt, black leggings, black sneakers and her big black woolly coat with its parka faux fur lined hood.

Brooke shivered and then looked at her own reflection. Stylish is my middle name. Today she was sporting a pink blouse, loosely floating around her chest. A brown leather skirt ending at knee length and brown soft kid boots. Silver bracelets circled her wrist, clinking as she moved.

"Time to head back to prison." She told her reflection, smirking at herself over her shoulder. She sighed heavily and left the bathroom.

"Finally," Luke and Nathan said simultaneously. Both left the library together and headed to the bathroom.

"3 minutes," Dyck yelled after them, turning he regarded the three girls in front of him.

"Ladies, how are we today?" sarcasm laced his voice.

"I could be shopping right now."

"I could be doing homework right now."

"I could be jumping off a bridge and flying right now."

The last response made Brooke and Peyton turn around to look at Haley.

"What I could," she shrugged her shoulders, looking down, she started rifling through her bag.

The boys reappeared a couple minutes later.

"Good, I'll be seeing you soon." Dyck exited the library.

"Great, it's only 9:14, this sucks," Nathan groaned aloud.

"Let's play a game." Lucas suggested.

"What?" Brooke asked hesitantly.

"Truth or Dare."

"Sure," Nathan agreed. Brooke pushed him, "You're gonna play a game with him."

"Yeah it's better than sitting here and staring at the wall." He turned his chair to face Luke's table.

"Anymore takers?" Lucas cajoled.

Haley walked over and sat down next to him at his table. "Sure, superstar, let's get all our dirty secrets out." She blew a bubble at him and then snapped it. "ummm, strawberry, my favorite." She winked at Lucas.

Peyton moved her chair over, so she sat between Haley and Nathan. "Let's play."

"Princess?" Lucas looked over at Brooke.

"What," she glared at him.

"Wouldn't be a real game without our resident prom queen," Lucas bowed his head as if she were royalty.

"Fine." She turned her seat so she was sitting next to Nathan. "Since it was your suggestion, you go first."

Lucas looked around at his willing victims. Rubbing his hands in glee, he asked, "Truth or Dare?" to…

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