Chapter 1. Wake up

"Rise and shine sleepy head."

With a whimper Brooke's eyes fluttered open and she awoke. Looking straight in the eyes of Peyton Sawyer.

"Go away, you psycho bitch." She said while placing her face in her soft pillow.

"Hey hey hey, that's not a nice way to greet your best friend in the whole wide world." She laughed and tapped her fingers against Brooke's head softly.

Brooke let out an annoyed sigh. "Peyton, when I say go away I mean it! You should know out of all people."

"And I know that out of all people, I should be the groggy one and you should be cheering me up right now. But since that's not going to happen any time soon, I can wake you up whenever I want."

"Fine! But if I wasn't so hungover right now, I would slap your pretty face." She snickered with a roll of her eyes.

"I know, I know. I'm not feeling so great either. But that's no reason to stay in bed all day. Come on, get out of that bed right now!" Brooke sat up and swung her bare, tanned legs over the side of the bed.

Getting up she strolled slowly over to her bathroom so she could begin getting ready for a brand new school day.

She turned on her shower and prepared to get in when she heard Peyton call out to her "and hurry up cause we're already late!"

She let out an annoyed sigh and rolled her eyes. Such a Peyton thing to wake her up too late.

"Oh well that's just great." She grumbled while rubbing some shampoo in her hair.

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"Well well well, so nice of you young ladies to join us today." Their English teacher said with a sarcastic tone in his voice. Everybody watched them and waited for Brooke or Peyton to answer with a bitchy but good comeback.

"We're so sorry Mr. Myer, but we kind of lost track of time. It won't happen again, I promise." Brooke's voice was calm and pleasant as she told him. They smiled sweetly at him, already walking to their seats.

"I'm sorry Brooke, but this is the third time in a row. I can't let you two go while all the other students are here on time. So.. Here." The teacher passed her a pink slip.

"What's this?" She replied irritated.

"It's called a detention slip. And here's one for you too Ms. Sawyer." Green and blue eyes went wide and the teacher watched in amusement as the poised façade melted away from both faces.

"Excuse me sir, I think I heard something wrong. You give us slips for detention class?"

"That's right miss Davis."

"Oh boy, I think this is a mistake!" Brooke putted her hand over her mouth for an extra dramatic effect. "Don't you think so too Peyton?" Peyton nodded her head slowly.

"Yes. Cause, let's see.. Yesterday you didn't seem to mind when we were late. Remember when you oh so openly flirted with us."

"You were touching my shoulder, and your face was about…" She leaned in close to Peyton's face and whispered, "here."

"Okay that's enough! Please take your seat and be quiet so I can continue my lesson." Said Mr. Myer with a weak phoney smile. His face red from embarrassment.

The class never asked further questions. They weren't shocked. This was the daily routine. Brooke and Peyton were late for class, they got a detention slip and then they blackmailed the teacher. It was nothing new.

"You my dear, are a bitch." Bevin, Brooke's other friend, whispered in Brooke's ear when she sat down next to her.

"Like you didn't know that." Brooke grinned evilly.

"So he actually hit on you the other day?"

"Of course, I'm hot. Nobody can resist me."

"You're quite something you know that?" Bevin said while rolling her eyes.

"Ms. Davis! Ms. Harris!"

"Yes? Are we doing something wrong?" Brooke replied with a bored sigh.

"I thought I told you to be quiet?"

Examining her manicure she commented "oh yeah, I'm so sorry."

Mr. Myer watched her over his glasses and his face was red but this time not from embarrassment, but from anger.

"Really. I am sorry. Please continue."
The teacher shot her a dirty look and silent reminded himself not to mess with Brooke Davis. It took him a few seconds to continue the lesson like nothing had happened.

"You are good." Peyton said leaning in from a row behind.

"I know."

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"I have to change my karma." Peyton said dramatically when she flopped next to Brooke on Brooke's bed.

"Why's that?" Brooke asked not bothered to look up from her magazine.

"I did something and I can't take it back."
Immediately Brooke turned around now fully giving Peyton attention.

"What? What the hell did you do?"

"I yelled at a eight year old girl because she wasn't walking fast enough."

"That's it?" Brooke rolled her eyes in a bored way. "Please, I do that daily. That's no reason for changing your karma babe."

Peyton let out a laugh when she saw Brooke's face. "I had to get your attention somehow."

"Why are you here anyway?" Brooke asked as she continued reading her magazine.

"Hello? Am I not allowed to pay my best friend a visit once in a while?" She crossed her arms and pouted.

"Oh cut the shit P. Sawyer. Why are you here?"

"Fine. I got us invited to a party at Duke tonight."

Brooke's face lit up when she heard the words come out of Peyton's mouth. "A can't miss?" She asked still not really impressed.

"A can't miss." Peyton repeated.

"Babe that's awesome!" She squealed and thanked Peyton by throwing herself in her arm to give her a big hug. "By the way, so much for you changing your karma."

"Yeah well I want to have some fun, not like we need it but.. We need fun." She ended and waved it away cause she knew she wasn't making any sense.

"You're right Goldilocks. Anyway, you are so the designated driver."

"No way! I did it yesterday!" Brooke shot her a look cause they both knew that was bullshit. "Sort of."

"Maybe I need to remind you that you were the one who was so drunk that you couldn't even stand on your own legs. And I had to call a cab in my own drunken state."

"I know, I know." She paused for a few seconds. "No wait, I don't. But that's besides the point. Anyway.. What I was trying to say, maybe we won't have to drive cause someone else is driving." She said winking at Brooke.

Brooke, looked confused for a while but then smiled evilly along with Peyton.

"Peyt.. May I remind you that you have a boyfriend. Named Nathan."

"Oh Brookie, may I remind you that I don't want him. He's just a toy. Like all boys are to me."

"Slut."

"Whore."

"bitch."

"Oh nice comeback." Peyton said sarcastically.

"What? It's true!"

"Like you're one to speak. You're the queen of all the bitches."

"Thank you." Brooke beamed proudly.

"You know that was not a compliment."

"Shut up! And now stop with this pointless conversation. We have to buy some new clothes for tonight."

Their high heeled boots clicked loudly against the wooden floor as they walked over to the door. They were both thinking the same thing: tonight is going to be one hell of a night that, hopefully, they would both remember for a long, long time.