Who knew Tree Hill was such a bore? She couldn't even get a decent swig of scotch without having to whip out her fake I.D. It seemed all the clubs were closed on Thursdays, if there were even any. For a small town they took their laws downright seriously.

As she walked aimlessly down the streets she kept close watch for places to hang, but all she could see were cafe's and tiny pubs. Where were the bars and clubs? Lounges would even do for crying out loud. After an hour or so of digging she just decided to call it a night. Who knew walking could be so tiring.

Pulling out the set of keys Jill lent her, she opened the door. It boggled her, the town was so quiet, it was stifling. She had had enough of this wretched town and it's people. Little did she know, they felt the same way. As she hung up her coat on the rackadn dropped the keys in the bowl she heard voices coming from the living room. Hmm Jill had company, this could be interesting. With an extra pip in her step she headed towards the den hoping to find fun, when she got there it was far from it.

"Geez did someone die or something?"

All three visitors stared at her icily. A definite tension overcame the room.

In a corner Brooke spoke her venom, a rupture nonetheless.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Sheryl you should go," Nathan looked more than agitated by her presence.

She looked at him weird, at all of them actually.

"What are you talking about?"

A very angry Brooke couldn't take it anymore. Sitting there watching the bimbo act clueless made her blow a fuse. She rushed up to her so that they were face to face.

"He means you should take your ass and leave. Leave this house, leave the town. Heck, leave the country, the planet for all I care. Just go."

"Don't talk to me like that. Where's Jill?"

"None of your business."

"Look Brick," she stood up to the brunette, "I want to see my bestfriend."

"You have no right to call her that. Who do you think you are?"

"The cause of your broken nose if you don't back off bitch."

Both Lucas and Nathan ran to stop the almost rumble. It wasn't worth fighting about.

"Brooke," Nathan pleaded, "let it go."

"No. She needs to be put in her place, and I'm going to be the one to do it. She's standing here looking smug she's practically asking for it. She needs to feel what it's like to get hit."

"Bring it," Sheryl spat out from behind Lucas.

The girls continued to quarrel as the two boys tried to reconciliate them. It was no use. It had turned into one big yell fest.

"I don't even know why you have the nerve to be here. You're so full of shit."

"Oh I'm full of shit? So says the captain of the cheer slut Ravens," Sheryl perked her head.

"You hit on someone who didn't even like you. Now that is a whore."

"Oh no you didn't?"

"Oh yes I did."

Between all the yelling going on they were interrupted by the sound of an echo.

"Guys, guys stop."

Peyton yelled from the top steps, practically stressing her vocal chords in order to be heard. She and Jill were talking in the room when they heard screaming coming from below.

"Let her go guys, Jill wants to speak with her."

Everyone looked on with bewilderment, while Sheryl sighed a sigh of relief. Finally she could leave all this melodrama.

"Thank you."

Walking past the three cold people she made her way up the stairs. So much coldness in a couple of minutes. What did she do to deserve this? As she passed Peyton she felt the same iciness as the others. It even looked like she wanted to throw her down the steps. So much for them being friends.

Releasing her mind from everything she made her way towards Jill's room. Finally someone who appreciated her presence. She didn't know why they were all acting that way? Maybe it was because she hit on Nathan? She didn't see the big deal in that. They're just whack is all.

The door was closed but she let herself in. Looking around for her friend she found her settled on her bed. Large bruises covering her face. Not saying anything she walked in.

"Close the door," Jill eyed her sternly.

She nodded doing as she was told.

"What happened to your face?"

Jill was angry. How could she have the nerve to ask her what happened? She very well knew, why was she being so ignorant?

"Vegas tried to rape me."

As she spoke she stared at Sheryl who showed no sign of remorse. She just stood there silently, like it wasn't a big deal. Jill wanted to cry. Her bestfriend of all people betrayed her. Someone she considered her sister hurt her in the worst way possible, and all she could do was stand there without a care in the world.

"You're not going to reply?"

The blonde shrugged.

"What do you want me to say? You asked for it?"

Jill looked at her with such frustration.

"Sheryl I was almost raped today, and all you can say is I asked for it?"

"Yeah, what were you doing at his house in the first place?"

"What were you doing scheming behind my back? You wanted him to do this didn't you?"

Again she shrugged. All this drama was getting a little boring.

"It was for your own good."

"What?" Jill almost jumped off her bed, "what did I do to deserve what happened? What did I do?"

"Nothing, you did absolutely nothing, that's what's sickening. You're Jill, Miss Perfect. The one that everyone loves, that everyone admires, and does no wrong. You're pathetically perfect."

Tears began to roll down her eyes. She just didn't understand. Who was this person standing in front of her?

"I don't get it?"

"Everyone went postal when you left Charlotte. They mourned like saps. It was like you were some legend who couldn't be replaced. They completely forgot who I was. All of a sudden the most prettiest, smartest girl had left and life just couldn't go on."

"What do you mean?"

Sheryl rolled her eyes.

"Oh don't be so dense Jill. You live the perfect life. Nothing is wrong with you. Everywhere you go people love you. But me? Nooo...whatever I do or however I try to make myself stand out I will always be compared to you and you know what? I'm sick of it. I'm sick of being your number 2, I'm sick of your perfection, and I'm sick of you. I'm glad Vegas did what he did. Too bad he chickened out and didn't finish the job."

Jill looked down she couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"He never chickened out. Nathan stopped him."

Sheryl scoffed. She even had a hero come to her rescue.

"Should have known your little boyfriend would come to the rescue."

"Sheryl how could you do this to me? I thought we were friends, bestfriends, "she choked trying to hold back tears but it kept coming, "I confided in you, I trusted you."

"I don't see the big deal in this."

Jill was baffled. How could she be so insensitive?

"How can you not? Sheryl, you wanted Vegas to rape me. You planned it. And you even tried to hit on Nathan. I mean how can you not see what wrong you caused, how can you be so clueless?"

"It's always about you huh? You did this to me, oh you tried to feel up the guy I like. My new friends in Tree Hill are so great. The whole world doesn't revolve around you you know."

It just seemed so surreal, like an alternate universe gone wrong. The tears all of a sudden disappeared, and what replaced it was hatred.

"You should be telling yourself that," pausing, "I want you to go."

"What?"

"Clean your ears. I want you to go."

"Where am I going to stay? The next bus to Charlotte leaves tomorrow."

"And that's my problem how?"

She became frantic.

"Jill you can't be mad at me. It's me Sheryl, your bestfriend."

"Correction, were. Up until I realized what you really are."

"You're not serious?" the blonde was practically pleading.

"One more time. I want you to leave. There's nothing more to it, just leave and never look back."

"But.."

"Leave."

Her last word so stern and spiteful, it penetrated the room. Jill was tired of being the girl who always saw the good in people. It was useless if the other person had no hope. It was time to let go of Sheryl, for good.

"Okay," the blonde was finally timid. Turning around she left the room. Looking back a second to see her friend's face, it was emotionless and that's when she knew, it was over.

Jill watched her leave, and instead of feeling pain she felt release. The person leaving wasn't her bestfriend, it was a stranger, a nobody.