Chapter 16. Before the party

It was Saturday evening and Brooke was just walking out of the shower when the doorbell rang. She cursed under her breath as she quickly grabbed her bathrobe and putted it on.

She wasn't expecting company, so she was quite curious who was behind her red door. And when she opened it, she was slightly surprised to find Tutor Girl smiling with two bags in her hands.

"Uhm, hey?" Brooke said a little unsure why the hell that girl showed up at her place.

"Hey Brooke! Is Peyton already here? I'm sorry if I'm late or something, but I had no idea what time to be here. I'm not early am I?" Haley rambled a little embarrassed.

What was this all about?

Oh right, sleepover with Tutor Girl. And Peyton, the evil bitch.

This was going to be fun.

"I don't think Peyton is still coming over. She was fucking Nathan all night so I'm pretty sure she doesn't want to be here right now." Brooke snapped as she took a step to the left so Haley could walk in.

Talking about Peyton and Nathan having sex made Haley only more uncomfortable. "Right, so eh… It's just you and me?"

"I'm afraid so."

Haley noticed Brooke's annoyed tone and wondered if she still wanted to have a sleepover at all. "We could do this another time if you want, when Peyton also have the time to come over?"

The brunette shook her head quickly as she waved her hand dismissing Haley's idea. "No come on, you're already here anyway. It's Saturday evening and we're going to have some fun!"

Haley smiled at Brooke's excitement. "What do you want to do?"

"We can watch a movie and…" The doorbell interrupted her. "Oh wait, that's probably the pizza guy." Brooke said as she walked to the door.

"You ordered pizza?" Haley asked excited as she putted her stuff on the ground.

"Yeah." Brooke laughed and opened the door. "Peyton, what the…"

Peyton threw her arms around Brooke and putted on a fake smile. "Hey Brookie! And Haley, you are already here! This is going to be so much fun!" She said with fake enthusiasm that only Brooke noticed.

Brooke forced a laugh as she looked at the other blonde girl. "Uh Haley? Can you put Peyton and your stuff in my bedroom? I have to talk to Goldilocks here for a second."

She shrugged her shoulders. "Sure."

As soon as Haley left the hallway Brooke turned to Peyton with a furious look on her face. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Peyton smiled innocent as she shrugged her shoulders. "Nothing."

Brooke grabbed her by the arm as the blonde let out a sharp yelp. "Don't. Fuck. With. Me." She hissed.

Peyton slapped Brooke's hand away. "Listen carefully what I'm about to say Brookie; this isn't for once about you. It's about the wager that is still on. I don't care how much you like Haley or how much you hate me, we are still on this bet. If I win, I'll get your car and if you win…"

"I'll fuck Nathan's brains out."

Peyton sneered but nodded her head. "I'm pretty positive you're not going to rock his world but hey, you can at least try to."

The brunette laughed. "We all know I'm good in bed, so I'm sure I'll rock his world."

"Whatever. Anyway, I've got this amazing plan."

Brooke rolled her eyes. She couldn't believe this was happening. The fact that she hated Peyton more then ever was not helping. This was probably end up very bad for Haley, the poor girl who was now struggling to get all the stuff up the stairs and into Brooke's bedroom.

Knowing Peyton and her 'plans', Haley was definitely getting hurt. Or humiliated. Or both.

"Do I even want to hear this?"

"Of course you do, since you are going to tell Haley."

"Tell her what, your stupid plan?"

Now it was Peyton who rolled her eyes at the other girl. "And people say I'm the blonde one. Of course you're not going to tell her 'the plan'. Listen, we're going to take Haley to a party, first we're pouring drinks through her throat, and then she's going to turn out into the biggest slut. Making out with multiple guys and stuff, maybe even sex, you know… She's just going to be like you."

Shit. Why did Peyton always had to come up with the exact same ideas she had?

Before Brooke even had the time to respond or slap the crap out of her, Haley showed up with an insecure look plastered on her face.

"So Brooke, why don't you tell Haley what we're going to do tonight?" Peyton smiled.

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Brooke was literally panicking. She was standing in the bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror with her cellphone in her right hand. What was she supposed to do? She couldn't call Lucas, cause then she had to tell him about the wager and he would ending up hating her.

No way she was going to call Lucas.

What about Nathan?

No, Nathan was really not the right person to call. He was 'in love' with her, so if she called him then he probably thought that she was interested. And she wasn't so… No, Nathan was no option.

And people from her squad weren't an option either, they weren't interested in her life. They would only gossip about it. That's what they were, gossip whores.

She stared at herself for what seemed like hours, but it were just a few minutes. She had nobody to call. The only real friend Brooke had, was Peyton.

But now she hated Peyton.

And Peyton hated her.

Brooke was interrupted by her own thought because someone was banging on the bathroom door. "Brooke! You've been there forever! Come on, I'm sure you look great."

"In a minute!" Brooke said as she raised her voice. She totally forgot that was the reason she was in the bathroom in the first place, getting ready for the famous 'Tim Smith party.'

As she stepped out of the room, she let out a gasp. Haley stood in front of her with her cute, light blue top on and Peyton's short, jean skirt. She wore black stiletto's. Her hair was a little curly and her make-up was perfect. Some mascara, eye shadow and pink lipgloss.

"What do you think?" Haley asked shyly.

"Uhm wow, it's uh…"

"It's almost perfect, don't you think so too Brooke?"

"What do you mean 'almost perfect'?" Brooke asked slightly annoyed. The girl looked perfect and she was so insecure about herself, Haley didn't need more things to be insecure about.

"Well, this outfit is ok I think. But the make-up, that's what I'm not so sure about."

"It's fine, she doesn't need to look like a slut."

Peyton smirked. "Oh but Brookie, you have to admit that she's practically screaming 'Virgin' right now. She need more eyeliner and the top is cute but not… Right for this party. You know what I mean?" She started to walk towards Haley as she grabbed an eyeliner and opened it.

Before she had the chance to put on more make-up on the girl who hadn't said another word after Brooke and Peyton started to argue, Brooke stepped in front of her.

"No, she looks just fine."

"But fine, is not good enough. Step aside Brooke, so I can put on the eyeliner."

Brooke turned around to face Haley. "What do you want Haley? Don't you think you look great enough already?"

The girl shifted her feet as she looked uncomfortable to the ground. "Uhm…"

"She needs more make-up!"

"No she doesn't!"

"Yes she does!"

Haley stepped in the middle and grabbed Brooke softly on the arm so she would take a step backwards. "Maybe Peyton is right. Fine is not good enough, I want to look stunning, amazing, great! This is my first 'real' party and I want to fit in for once, Brooke. I hope you understand that."

Behind Haley, Peyton smiled widely. Her plan was working perfect. Haley was practically attached at her hip, listening and following her like a lost puppy. And Brooke was getting pissed out of the whole situation.

"Fine whatever, I don't care. Do what you want but I'll warn you Tutor Girl, when Peyton's done with you, you're going to be shocked and wish you'd listened to me."

And with that Brooke stepped back in the bathroom, smashing the door as she did so. Leaving a stunned Haley and a smiling Peyton behind.

"Did she just call you Tutor Girl?" Peyton laughed.

Haley smiled sadly. "I guess she did." She whispered.

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"Lucas!"

"Hey Brooke, why are you whispering?"

"I'm in the bathroom and it's very important they don't hear all of this." She whispered into the phone.

She could hear Lucas confused tone. "Who are 'they'?"

"Peyton and… Haley." She stumbled a little over her words. Now Lucas was probably more confused.

"I thought you and Peyton were fighting? And since when do you and Haley 'hang'?"

This kind of bothered Brooke. Yeah, she and Haley weren't exactly close but the fact that Lucas sounded so surprised was really bothering her. It turned out that Brooke really liked Haley. She was funny and smart, not gossiping about everything and everyone. Most of all, she was for real. No fake smiles, no fake enthusiasm, no nothing fake.

"Since a while." She replied harsher then she intended to. "Look Lucas, we're going to this party…"

"Wait, what?"

She could feel her cheeks burn. "Yeah uhm, we're going to take Haley to her first party."

Lucas voice started to raise. "Why would you take Haley to a party? She hates parties."

"She hasn't been to one before in her entire life, Luke."

It was silent for a good thirty seconds. "She and I went to this party a while ago…"

Brooke rolled her eyes at him. It was probably a good thing they were talking by phone so he couldn't see her right now. "How long is a while ago?"

"Three years maybe." He mumbled. "Anyway, why?"

"Because she wanted to?"

"Right."

"Well, it was Peyton's idea!"

"But you agreed."

Brooke was starting to get annoyed. "Look Lucas, the reason I called you is because I panicked. I know Haley hasn't been to a party before and most certainly not to a party like this one. I thought you should join us, so you can keep an eye or two on her."

"And why would I do that?"

She gasped. "Lucas Scott she is your best friend and I'm your girlfriend! Should you even be hesitating? Uh, NO!"

Lucas laughed at the other side of the line. "I was just joking Brooke, but eh… Truth to be told, I haven't been exactly to a party like that either."

"Don't worry, I would keep an eye on you." She laughed playfully.

"I don't know if that's helping but… Fine, I will go with you guys."

Brooke let out a excited shriek. "Yay! Thanks Luke, pick us up at… Eleven?"

"That late?"

"The party starts at nine, and nobody wants to be there first so eleven it is." She grinned.

"See you then."

"Yeah, bye." The second she hung up her cellphone, she heard laughing and giggling.

"What is going on?" She murmured as she walked into the living room where she saw two girls lying on the floor, laughing hysterically and a few empty bottles of beer and some other stuff Brooke didn't even know she owned.

"Hey Brookie! You're not mad at me anymore right?" Haley giggled loudly as she tried to stand up, but falling on her ass instead.

The two started laughing again.

"Oh boy, I think I need a drink." Brooke said as she looked around the place.

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A/N: can you all smell the drama coming up? Cause I can! The next two chapters are at the party and it's things are getting really bad for Brooke hehe. Read and Review:)