"P. Sawyer I don't want to go."
"Brooke quit being such a baby and just suck it up."
"Why? Why should I? I mean that girl doesn't even want me there. I don't like her and she doesn't like me. Seems pretty clear that we should steer clear of each other's paths don't you think?"
Brooke had been complaining since she met up with Peyton at her house. Jill had arranged a girls night so she could intertwine her Tree Hill friends with Sheryl, Brooke too even though she knew both girls detested each other. She thought maybe the more time they spent together the more they'd grow to like each other's company, hopefully. She just wanted them all to get along, that's all.
"Can you be mature for just one night, like put all your BS that you and Sheryl have behind you and start fresh or something?"
The brunette scoffed.
"I am being mature. I'm trying to stay away from the fire so that I won't get burned. I think that's pretty mature if you ask me."
"Brooke being mature is facing the problem head on, in this case it's Sheryl. Why can't you two just get along for once. Ever since she's been here you two have been at it like two lions fighting for food."
"Putting us together for a night is definitely not solving the problem if that's what you guys think. You're just asking for trouble, cause to tell you the truth there is nothing that can make me like that girl. I'm just going to end up spending a perfectly good Saturday night bitching at her, and that's just going to make me cranky. except," her face brightened, "if I break her nose, now that'll make happy."
Peyton's eyes widened.
"Brooke Penelope Davis."
Brooke pointed her finger at her bestfriend.
"Oh don't full name me Peyton Elizabeth Sawyer, I'm just telling you how it is, now why can't you get the message that I don't want to come."
"Because Jill planned this. She really wants you and Sheryl to quit fighting with each other. Both of you are really good people and you shouldn't be biting each others heads off for no reason."
"She started it."
"Yeah well then you be the one to squash it. Come on Jill's our friend and she's making an effort. Do this for her."
Brooke slouched as she walked. She didn't want to like Sheryl, especially since the girl was so rude to her the day they met, but Peyton was right, Jill was thier friend.
"Fine."
They were heading towards Jill's porch. They decided to make the walk over since they were taking Jill's jeep out, and plus it was a pretty warm night for November, so walking seemed like a good idea.
"But don't expect me to be all peaches and flowers with her."
"As long as you're not at each other's throats, it's fine by me."
She went to ring the door bell as they stood outside. It may have been a warm night but it was still a little windy, and the girls were dressed up, so put two in two together, pretty breezy.
"But if she makes me angry even if it's just a tiny bit, I'm going to have no choice but to wring in her little..."
She was distracted by the opening of the front door, there she stood smirking, her nemesis.
"Hey Peyton," she looked at Brooke, "Brick."
"It's Brooke," the brunette barked back.
"I don't care," she turned around and walked into the foyer, "Jill's just getting dressed upstairs so umm come in."
Brooke nudged Peyton showing her her almost enraged face. The blonde just patted her arm and lead her into the house.
"This is going to be a nightmare," she mouthed sulking her way in.