"It's only been one year". Brooke thought to herself. Only one year. It felt like 10. She sat there reading the latest Vogue magazine in her New York apartment. She had such a good life. She had her own fashion line, she could party anytime, she knew all the famous people in New York, but she just couldn't stop thinking about how bad Lucas Scott had hurt her. And she couldn't stop thinking about that night…
"You did it again!" Brooke screamed running out of Lucas' house. "YOU DID IT AGAIN!"
"Brooke! Wait! It's not what it looks like" Lucas yelled chasing after her and putting is shirt on at the same time.
"Oh it's not what it looks like!" she said turning around.
"Brooke…"
"Well it looked like my boyfriend was on top of my best friend… in his bed!"
"Brooke we didn't want to hurt you"
"That's what you said last time Luke! Last time it was just a kiss, but now…" She couldn't believe it. Lucas and Peyton together again. "…Now you're in bed together. YOUR MY BOYFRIEND LUCAS, PEYTON IS MY BEST FRIEND!"
"I know Brooke, okay, we didn't want to hurt you"
" Really, so you slept with her! Because you knew that wouldn't hurt me at all" Brooke said sarcasticly.
"Brooke common lets just go back in the house and talk about this." He started to reach for her, but than she pulled away.
"NO LUCAS! Just stay away from me… both of you just stay the hell away from me!" She cried. She than ran to her car and drove away
That was the night. The night where Brookes life changed forever. She thought that her and Lucas would be together, forever. People who love each other will always find their way in the end. Yeah, what a bunch a bull she thought. Briiiing. Briiiing. She looked at her phone and a smile just came to her face.