Another chapter, yay! Thanks for all the reviews. This chapter's lyrics are 'Hard To Find' By the American Analog Set.

We stay hard to find
'Cause it's too hard to take it
And we keep that in mind
That we're older and jaded
We can't shake it

Pacific to Eastern we're bordered and hated
So we stay hard to find
'Cause it's too hard to take it
No, we can't fake it

I squeeze my eyes shut quickly before opening them again. "Okay, so how am I going to do this?"

Haley, who is sitting comfortably on my bed, reading a magazine looks up at me for just a second. "Simple. You're going to say, 'Mom, Dad, I'm pregnant.' Will you support me, or not?"

"And what if they say no?" I'm panicking because, quite frankly, I can't afford to be pregnant and homeless.

"Brooke, they won't abandon you, they're your parents!" She says is like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"Someone may want to tell them that."

She closes the magazine, and a look of pity spreads across her face. "Brooke, I know they haven't been the best parents to you, but it would be so horrible to do something like disown your child because she's pregnant, that not even they would do it."

"I'm just not sure."

She places a hand on my shoulder, kissing my head briefly. "Everything's going to be okay, Brooke."

I'm not as stupid as I look, even I know she was just saying this to make me feel better. And I can deal. But the whole, being homeless thing? Still doesn't suit too well with me.

"Whatever. Peyton's coming over later on, so we can all go shopping."

Haley jumps up an down excitedly. "For Baby Scott!"

"Baby Davis." I correct her, picking up a baby name book.

"I still think he deserves to know." She grumbles, collapsing on the bed.

"Of course you do."


"How many months along are you?" Let me tell you, this girl is annoyingly perky, and it's pissing me off. Oh wait, doesn't she remind you of who someone used to be? Oh that's right, me.

"Three and a half. But how does that matter?" Haley elbows me. She thinks I'm being rude.

"I was just wondering."

"Okay, well, thanks." I walk away from the saleswoman, Haley and Peyton close on my tail.

"Talk about bitchy." Peyton mumbles.

"Blondie, I was not being bitchy. She was just being perky."

"Okay, Brooke." Haley pats my shoulder, and I roll my eyes, looking through racks.

"Brooke, just because your pregnant doesn't mean you can't wear tank tops?" Peyton tells me, and she steps closer, looking through the racks.

"What are you talking about?"

"You've been wearing like, long-sleeved shirts all the time, and that's just so…" She trails off, thinking of what to say, to not sound rude.

"Not you." Haley finishes, stepping beside me.

They think the reason I'm wearing a long-sleeved sweatshirt all the time because I'm pregnant? I cut myself! As friends, they should know this stuff. Tutor Girl, pull up my sleeve. Goldilocks, hug me, and tell me you love me! Do something!

I can't really blame them. If it were up to them, they would know. I'm just too stupid to tell them.

We all hear a familiar voice and turn towards the sound.

Jake. Cute, he's with Jenny. And …. Oh wait, hold up. That is not Lucas Scott standing next to him! Yes it is.

"Shit!" I curse, looking up to my slightly taller friend.

Peyton looks panicky. "Hide!"

Haley, Peyton, and I throw ourselves underneath a sales rack, holding each other close to each other as we all try and fit underneath, without letting our legs show.

"I told you we should have gone somewhere out of this town!" I growl to my two best friends.

"Maybe if you'd just tell Lucas.."

"Not an option Tutor Girl."

"Brooke, we're not going to sit under this rack all day."

"We most certainly are!" I yell in a harshed whisper.

Haley rolls her eyes.

I start giggling. I mean, when you think of it, the situation we're in is kind of funny. Three girls, one pregnant, scrunched up underneath a rack, trying to avoid the father of the baby the pregnant girl's carrying, and his good friend who her cheating best friend has a major crush on.

So does Haley. And pretty soon, Peyton is too. And then we're in full fledged laughter, cracking up.

We're trying really hard not too, but we can't help it, we're cracking up.

To be honest , I hadn't been more happy about anything in what seemed like months.

Our laughing comes to an abrupt halt, when we hear a shuffling and realize it's the clothes being pushed apart on the rack.

Jake and Lucas are looking at us like we're naked homeless men licking milk off of the ground. We must have looked a hell of a lot just as interesting as they did, because suddenly, Jake's laughing.

Lucas isn't. Maybe he knows I'm pregnant. Or maybe he's still pissed off at me for the whole, I lied thing. Which, when you think about it was a very selfless act.

"Um, what are you girls doing in a sale rack?" Jake still looks amused, and he's still chuckling.

"In a baby store?" Lucas adds.

"Well, it's a funny story actually…" I laugh nervously, my eyes darting towards Haley and Peyton.

Lucas looks beyond pissed now. "How is it funny, exactly?"

"We thought we would buy Jenny a present because of how nice Jake's been to us all lately, and let's face it , she's just so damn cute. Anyway, we were in the store, when we saw you two, and we didn't really want you to know what we were doing, so we jumped into this sale rack." I swear I could have kissed Tutor Girl right then and there. She has got to be the smartest person I know.

Lucas straightens up. "Oh."

"Yep." Peyton laughs, and I can visibly see her loosening up.

"Well," Jake chuckles, "Jokes up, so you can come out of hiding now."

"Oh, right." I smile sheepishly stepping out of the rack.


Once we've left the shop, I realize something. I turn to my friends, and I don't even have to say anything. They already know.

From now on, a lot has to change. I can't drink, or do cheerleading, or anything like that.

But most importantly, I can't be shown.

If I don't want Lucas to know that I'm pregnant, I'm going to have to be really hard to find.