A.N: Hummina hummina what's this? An update? You know what that means...HOT LADY SEX!XD...I mean quality baleyness! Woo! Yay! partay in the hizzay.

Ahem, but on a more serious note sorry this chapter took a while longer than the others, I'm doing major revision cough cough for my exams and I had difficulty getting my brain to write words. So blame school and my brain for the wait.

And one other thing...it's possible after this chapter a lot of you are gonna hate me for what happens but just remember with out the scary moments in life, love would be pointless and less meaningful. So keep your rotten tomatoes to the end.

Hey! I saw you throw that Tutorgirltigger...

IMPORTANT NOTE: for those of you who want a more interactive baley experience which I wish to provide everyone, I have included a part of the story where you are told to put on the saddest song you have. I recommend Full of grace by Sarah McLaughlin, gets me near tears just listening to it...who shouted poof!

Anyway...it will say when you should start listening to your sad song so you'll know when the tear jerker bits coming so enjoy!

Oww! Quit with the tomatoes Jodi!

Disclaimer: I don't own One tree hill, it's characters or any trees of any kind.

WARNING THINGY: GIRLS-SEX-BONK-BONK-RWAR-NO-LIKE-GO-AWAY-NOW!

Chapter 8:

Why should the heart beat, when it has nothing to beat for?

He doesn't get to do this, Brooke declared to herself as she slammed her car door shut and stormed towards the Scott house. She had read Dan's letter several times the night before after she left TRIC with Haley, and had reread the following morning. Each time she read it Brooke got more infuriated at the infinitively twisted and vindictive ways in which Dan Scott would stoop to tear people apart. His careless written words were each a sardonic mockery of herself and chipped her down past her perky persona, making Brooke appear like the vulnerable little girl she really was.

Basically it was making Brooke think a lot of big words she didn't know the meanings to. Which just made her angrier. So what better a way to deal with her anger issues then to confront the devil face-to-face.

Cue the ass-kickery music

--Puts on sunglasses and dances to pulp fiction theme tune--

Brooke's tightly wrapped fist pounded on the front door as she stood determinedly on the porch, her mind racing with every vicious thing she wanted to spit at Dan and that son-of-a-bitch son of his. Now that sounded ironic, Brooke laughed humourlessly to herself. Every memory of how much of a jerk Nathan had ever been and the very thought that he'd even got to kiss Haley made Brooke grit her teeth and pound loudly on the door again.

"I'm coming for god sake-", Brooke heard approaching the other side of the door as it suddenly opened and she was faced with a rather hazy looking Deborah Scott. "Oh Brooke, this is an unexpected visit...can I help you? Are you here to see Nathan?" she asked politely but seemed to struggle with the simple task of staying alert. Wow, she really is a pill popper. Squinty was telling the truth, Brooke thought with a pang of sympathy. But a quick reminded of why she was here and Brooke lost every sympathetic thought she possessed for the Scott family.

"No. Actually I'm here to see the other asshole of this household" Brooke stated with an emotionless smile. Deborah did a double take and blinked slowly.

"Excuse me!" She replied in shock, "Who the hell do you think you are?" Brooke rolled her eyes.

"I'm Brooke Davis and if- ugh! I haven't got time for this bull crap!" Brooke cried as she pushed her way past the speechless blonde mother. She stopped halfway towards the stairs and turned to her, "Too be fair I don't blame you for resorting to medication. If I lived in a house with two intolerable jerk offs" Brooke admitted and then climbed the stairs in search of Dan's office.

Deborah watched her go with wide eyes and went to close the door but felt herself be pushed out of the way.

Move it crack bitch

She stumbled to the floor and fell into a drug induced stupor.

Meanwhile Brooke paced the lengthy hallway upstairs searching for Dan. She took a left and guessed he would be near the centre of the house, in the centre of pure, unadulterated evil. Jeez, when did I start using the world unadulterated? Must be from having a hot nerd as a girlfriend, Brooke summarised with a dreamy smile.

Man, you've gone softer than a mouldy peach and just as sickening.

"Grrr, why are you even here?"

Mutual support of course

Brooke raises an eyebrow at the writer as she walks.

Okay I just want to see you tell Dan off and make him look like a little bitch. Happy now?

"Sure am, an audience to watch his humiliation is fine with me" Brooke sneered as she saw light streaming from a room beyond her and headed for it. I mean does he really think he can intimidate me? Me, Brooke Davies the popular girl who lives on intimidating the less important students of Tree Hill? I'll show him, I'll make him wish he never sent that stupid letter in the- OH MY GOD IS REPEATEDLY KICKING THAT GUY IN THE GROIN?

Brooke had just entered Dan's office to find him standing over a distressed man in a business suit, cowering as he was...repeatedly kicked in the groin. She watched open mouthed as the man begged for him to stop and finally Dan did. "And let that be a lesson to you for trying to borrow my stapler at work" he said firmly, pointing at the shaking man beneath him.

"But I didn't use your stapler Mr Scott, I used your fountain pen" the man reasoned.

"WHAT! You disgusting son of a bitch! Nathan, come here," Brooke started as she saw Nathan approach Dan's desk from a corner of the room. She hadn't noticed him lurking there and had the sneaking suspicion he'd been watching her the instant she'd stepped in the door way. "Mr Jefferson here will be spending the night with us. Take him to the...room with the cheap, rusty bed." Dan commanded with an evil smirk.

"No! Not that! Anything but that! NO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!", the man screamed as Nathan dragged him off out of the room, but not before giving Brooke a look of pure unconstrained hatred. Brooke just glared back as he left and moved forward into the fire-lit room. After a moment Dan looked up from his newly seated position at his desk and gave a grunt of humour.

"So you decided to come after all" he noted with arrogant malice dripping from every syllable. Brooke just locked her gaze with his and stormed towards him, slamming her hands down on the wooden desk and glaring down at him.

"Just what in the hell do you think you're playing at sending me threatening letters out of the blue? Did you just run out of people to torment and thought I could do with some suffering?" she spat, hating her calm and collected Dan was as she yelled at him. He waited a moment to make sure she had nothing else to say and when Brooke just waited for a reply, he smiled and stood up so suddenly that Brooke took a step back.

"Tell me Brooke," he began airily as he handled a glass of whiskey, "How does the letter go again? I have a terrible memory. Could you do me the courtesy of reading it to me again?" He asked in a sickly sweet way that got under Brooke's skin and sent a shiver across her body as she fished the creased letter out of her jean pocket. She straightened it out, gave him one last hateful look and began reading the letter aloud:

"Dear Miss Davis,

A situation has arisen concerning my son and you. I require you to meet me at my home so that it can be sorted out quickly, and with out any major difficulties. If you don't meet me within the next few days, I will take actions to solve the situation myself and knowing how I deal with problems it'll probably be messy. But you'd know that already.

I hope you consider this letter carefully because a stupid decision is going to put you and one of your close friends in serious danger.

I don't wish for any such unpleasantries so I hope I will be seeing you shortly,

Dan Scott"

Brooke finished and looked imploringly at the grinning man before her, as if waiting for her to work it out. When she remained silent he sighed in annoyance and began to pace before the fire, whisky in hand. "Well I might as well start at the beginning. What do you think connects you with Nathan?"

"The only thing that will ever connect with me and Nathan is my knee and his groin" Brooke replied sincerely. Dan gave a short laugh.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have expected a cheerleader to be able to understand a simple question; I'll try again. What person you know connects you with Nathan?" Dan said slowly as Brooke stared on, pulsating with rage at being mocked so openly. I'm meant to be humiliating him not the other way round! Goddamn, no good, dirty mother f-

"I'll give you a clue," Dan interrupted Brooke's angry thoughts, "It's a she...and she's your close...friend" He said as if talking to a redundant child. Brooke almost lashed out with an insult of her own but his words struck the danger bell in her head. A she...a close friend...connected to Nathan...oh god he means-

"Haley" Brooke breathed as her anger abandoned her and fear replaced it. "What do I have to do with Haley and Nathan?" Brooke asked curiously but played dumb. Dan's smile only grew wider.

"Oh I think you know, Brooke" he said quietly looking at her meaningfully, waiting for it to click in her head. Oh. Dear. Mother. Of. God. He knows about me and Haley! Shit! This is not good...this is seriously not good...Brooke panicked mentally as her she tried to hold back her surprise.

"At first I was just under the impression you and Haley were just good friends, as my son would have me to believe but after I went to TRIC to deliver that letter I realised that you were much, much more" Dan drifted off as his eyes glinted evilly, "You're very talented at karaoke by the way Brooke".

Brooke grit her teeth in annoyance at how slimy this man actually was and balled her fist at her side. "So what? Pretty much everyone that was there knows about us anyway, so if you were planning on blackmailing me and Haley to split up for your "precious" star son then you have another thing coming." Brooke insisted as she enjoyed the surprised look on his face as it had obviously been one of his intentions.

"Surprised? Because this is what it's all about isn't it, Nathan wanting Haley back. Well news flash asshole! She's with me now and that isn't gonna change anytime soon." Brooke yelled at Dan. "Even if you did try to blackmail us I wouldn't care, I'm not ashamed of how I feel for Haley. The whole world can know for all I care it won't change how I feel".

That grin was back on Dan's face and Brooke didn't like it. "Well well, the superficial cheerleader finally got a personality. There is a god. Never mind, there are other ways to settle this." He said dryly, moving to his desk and pulling out his cheque book. Brooke scoffed at the mere insult of bribery.

"Oh come on! You're gonna bribe the rich girl? How stupid are you? Wait don't answer I already know because you've obviously think I've been talking out of my ass. When I said me and Haley aren't gonna break up anytime soon I meant it, so you can flash the cash as much as you like but it won't change a darn thing" Brooke stated firmly as she crossed her arms for emphasise. Dan sighed casually and put the cheque book away.

Nathan sauntered back into the room and leaned by the fireplace as he watched Brooke menacingly. Brooke gave him side glance then focused back on Dan who was now standing in front of her. "It's a pity people are so good-hearted these days. You could have got yourself a new car, a better apartment maybe even a diploma since its unlikely you'll ever get one with the intelligence you possess." Nathan laughed from across the room and Dan sneered, "But oh well, there's always option C."

"And that would be what?"

"Kill you and force Haley to go back with Nathan" the bluntness of his answer chilled Brooke to the core. She was sure she'd gone a lot paler but was determined to keep her resolve.

"Heck, works for me!" Nathan butted in as he leered at Brooke.

"Oh I bet it does "big man"," Brooke replied mockingly. "Couldn't hold onto to her the first time so you force her to come back to you. Bravo Nathan, you're the number one stud in town!" she finished sarcastically, clapping slowly. Nathan gave her a dirty look as she turned from one Scott to another, "And kill me? Pleaseeeeee. I think people will notice if the queen of Tree Hill High mysteriously vanishes."

Nathan gave a snort of laughter and shook his head, "You don't get it do you Brooke, Dan's not just your average asshole jerk. Show her Dad". Brooke was confused and looked uneasily at his father. Dan grinned sadistically as he rolled up his sleeves causing Brooke to step back again out of fear. As she scanned the room for the quickest exit just incase; she saw a large, fluffy cat prowl into the room and settle on a chair near the fire. Dan settled his eyes on the cat and then raised his gaze to meet the brunette's.

Brooke...

"You know when I was a child, they made a movie about me" Dan began as he stared intently at Brooke, "I believe they called it...The Omen"

...I think this is when you start running, screaming for your life...

In the blink of an eye his hand shot towards the cat and it exploded with so much force that flaming bits of feline fur were sent all over the room. Brooke stared in horror at the blood soaked, ignited chair and back to a devilishly pleased Dan.

"NO! MR TINKELTITS!" Nathan cried as he obviously hadn't expected the cat to be exploderised too.

"W-what the h-hell are you?" Brooke stammered feeling sick.

"I am and always will be your worst nightmare if you get in my way" Dan assured her as a reddish glint reflected in his unblinking eyes. "If Nathan informs me you're still together with Haley by the end of next Wednesday, you won't see Thursday."

...now with the running. Like NOW!

Brooke starred disbelieving between the two Scott's. This was madness. It couldn't be happening; it was like some dark, unreal dream. Brooke took a deep breath and summoned her ebbing courage, "I won't leave her, I'll die for her if I have to but I WON'T leave her" Brooke insisted as emotion poured from her and a single, silent tear trickled lonely down her cheek. Dan shrugged his shoulders indifferently.

"Well I guess you better start planning your funeral arrangements soon" he said softly and grinned widely as Brooke turned and took off out of the room, down the stairs and out of the house.

She never looked back once as she sped off in her bug. But the whole car journey back she could have sworn she was being watched.

-x-

"Brooke...Brookeeee...Brookey, woo hoo anybody home?" Brooke snapped out of her daydream and gave a small shudder as the memories of last Thursday resurfaced. It was only the concerned face of Haley James hovering in front of her that made the unpleasant thoughts wash away. Haley cocked her head to the side and smiled, "Rejoining the living are we Sweetie?" she teased as Brooke slowly adjusted to reality. Reality turned out to be a classroom.

Ugh...thinking of demonic Dan would be more enjoyable than this...wait, I take that back, Brooke thought as she suddenly felt sick. He really meant it when he said he was going to kill me. There wasn't a trace of remorse or mercy in his voice, that sick, twisted b-

"Uh oh she's flat-lining on me again! Quick get the resuscitators, clear!" Haley's voice cut through her thoughts again as she put her fists to Brooke's chest and made a "baddum" sound as if sending volts of electricity into her. Brooke laughed and shook her head clear of any lingering thoughts.

"Sorry Hales, baby, crap on the brain" Brooke confessed as she stretched and eyed Haley's hands still against her chest. Brooke raised an eyebrow and smirked, causing

Haley to withdraw them in a shy manner.

"I've noticed. This isn't exactly the first time you've zoned out on me Brooke, you've been like this since that night at TRIC" Haley asked with real concern, placing a hand on her girlfriend's arm. She hesitated then softly said, "Is there something on your mind Tigger? Whatever it is you can tell me you know that right? You don't have to keep anything from me."

Brooke gave her a small smile and thanked god she'd gotten such a great girlfriend. She wanted to tell her she really did but how could she tell Haley what Dan said? "Hey Hales, great news! Dan wants you to get back with Nathan, your ex-husband, or he's gonna kill me and make it look like an accident. I'll crack out the champagne and you get the glasses!"

But Haley was right, she had been zoning out for the past week. Since reading the letter and confronting Dan, horrific thoughts of what could happen to her plagued her endlessly. The idea of leaving Haley alone and distraught tore savagely at her insides and only briefly did she consider letting Nathan have Haley. She'd thought about it for all of two minutes then spent ten minutes laughing at the ridiculousness of the idea. Get her back? In his deepest, deluded dreams.

As Brooke had fret over her predicament the snow had fallen to the sun once more and by Friday the radio greeted them with the news that all schools and commercial businesses were reopen. The weekend had been a short reprieve with Haley, where she could spend what she hoped wouldn't be her last few heavenly days with her. Returning to school had provided no distraction, no illusion to the approaching disaster and accumulating fear within her. And today of all days Brooke had a reason to be fearful.

It was Wednesday. And it was pretty clear she hadn't sent Haley to dumpsville. No way in hell was that happening, her relationship with this amazing girl had jus begun and it wasn't going to be short lived.

No siree Bob

And it seemed apparent that the rest of the school had accepted this too. Since the unquestionably queer events of TRIC hadn't gone unnoticed, they had spread through the school like wild fire. Rumours surfaced of if it just being a fling and Brooke was stringing the tutor girl on for her own amusement and pleasure. But they were quickly extinguished when the entire student body witnessed the raw passion that seemed to flow between them when ever they kissed or cuddled in the corridors, flirted teasingly with each other against the lockers or just the simple fact that they were apparently inseparable.

So the school accepted the new status of their queen and Haley became the, erm...queen by her side...yeah.

Her princess? Mistress? Sugar mama? I don't know whatever!

Of course there were the select few who saw this turn of events in Brooke's social life as an abomination. Cue half of Tree hill high's cheerleaders. Among them, Theresa, Rachel and a few other dim witted pom-pom pushers turned their noses up at Brooke and Haley's relationship. It had thrown the cheerleading squad into chaos as they were split down the middle; those with Brooke and those against. She was yet to be thrown from the squad but that didn't mean it hadn't been tried.

Apart from that, the rest of the school hadn't teased, joked or even dared slander either of the loved up pair. Mostly due to the fact that they knew Brooke would harm them more severely than a 900 pound grizzly bear with rabies. And a bazooka. But the strangest thing was that a lot of the students found their relationship...cute. Although many boys had had one of their greatest fantasies brought to life they respected the two of them. It was all rather surreal...

Too good to be true! Something must surely go wrong! Oh right, you're gonna die, YAY!

"What!" Haley asked obliviously. Brooke's eyes bugged and she quickly straightened up.

"Oh ignore him; he's always talking out his ass with his lies. LIES I TELL YOU!" Brooke yelled in a panicky tone then gave an unconvincing laugh. She shot her hand up as if stretching again and felt it collide with something.

OW! MAH NOHSE!

Satisfied with the crunching sound on impact, Brooke beamed at Haley and gave the hand on her arm a reassuring squeeze, "Nothings wrong Hales, it's just...school stuff. My work load is like huge!" she lied, hoping it was a convincing lie. Thankfully Haley seemed satisfied with her answer and smiled as she leaned in for a kiss. Brooke responded instantly but then tensed. She stopped leaning in much to Haley's surprise and gave her a put down look. "Is it just me...or do you feel like we're being watched?"

Haley gave her a puzzled look then suddenly feeling the same eerie sense they both turned simultaneously to look across the classroom. Beyond the many empty seats sat someone they both didn't want to see. Brooke and Haley let out a collective sigh. "Dim, avert your pervy eyes before I gouge them out through the back of your thick head" Brooke said irritably.

Unfortunately there had been one other nuisance to Brooke and Haley apart from the mutinous cheerleaders. And that nuisance came in the form of Tim. He never spoke ill of their relationship, on the contrary he seemed more pleased about it than half the school put together. It was Tim's over-enthusiastic "negative" behaviour when he was near them that bothered them so much. At that moment in time he was staring slack-jawed at the them, waiting for their lips to meet. He was even chanting: "Kiss, kiss, kiss" under his breath in a very distressing away that made the girls cringe.

Brooke scanned the rest of the classroom and realised most of the class was gone. The clock above the door confirmed that it was lunch period and her English lesson was over. "Hey Hales you coulda told me the lesson had finished" Brooke said a little peeved as she turned to Haley. Haley just grinned innocently.

"But you looked so peaceful in dream land," Haley giggled as she avoided Brooke's hand that tried to swat her, "Hey! I did try to snap you out of it and I do have your attention now, so why don't we make our way to the cafeteria".

"Okay, fair enough you're forgiven" Brooke said with mock exasperation. Haley laughed as they got up from their desks, lifted their bags and headed for the door.

"Prove it" Haley said audaciously, "That I'm forgiven", she added when Brooke didn't catch on. The taller brunette's grin matched her girlfriend's effortlessly as she closed in on her lips. Stopping briefly she saw Tim gaping at them again and put her hand up to cover their mouths as she kissed Haley deeply.

"Aw, come on guys! I just wanna see you do it once!" Tim moaned from his viewing position. As Brooke pulled back from Haley she rolled her eyes. Slipping her hand within Haley's, she turned to Tim and gave him a pitying smile.

"Just look at porn like all the other guys Dim" she sighed making Haley laugh as she leant her head against Brooke's shoulder.

"But why? You two are so much hotter than porn, you're like...real porn!" he whined pathetically. Brooke looked sideways at Haley who raised an unamused eyebrow. Turning back to face Tim again she shot a fiery look his way.

"Because Dim, the girls in those magazines won't beat you to death with your own torn off limbs if you dare stare at them again. Compendia?" Brooke stated before swaggering out of the door with Haley by her side.

Tim sat deflated in his chair and scratched his head in thought of what the hell Brooke had just said. She did say the word porn...that was hot.

...And then Tim was attacked by a 900 pound grizzly bear with rabies. And a bazooka.

"NOT AGAIN! ARGHHHH MY IBLEUM, I NEED THAT TO LIVE!"

-x-

"Why does the school cafeteria food seem to get worse each week? Was it because we got five days off for snow, is it a huge conspiracy to make us catch up on the suffering we didn't get to endure" Haley complained as she walked hand in hand with Brooke, leaving the lunch area behind them as they paced the corridor. Brooke was smiling in amusement at Haley's cute grumbling and squeezed her hand subconsciously.

"What, do my ears not deceive me? The Haley James is bad mouthing the school? What has the world come to!" Brooke said dramatically making Haley smile and roll her eyes.

"Hey, I'm just saying when I ate that Mac and cheese I was pretty sure it was talking back to me" Haley stated with a shrug. Brooke laughed and bashed her shoulder lightly against the other brunette's in an affectionate way. Suddenly she spun Haley around and pinned her to the nearest set of lockers. Haley gazed innocently up at Brooke, not even caring about the guy taking his books out of his locker beside them.

"Move it point Dexter, we're busy" Brooke spoke curtly and he was gone in less than two seconds, hurrying down the hall. "Now...where were we?" she continued huskily, her eyes flickering as they locked hungrily on Haley's lips then up to those mesmerising hazel orbs. As she closed in, her lips millimetres from Haley's own, it was a single voice that cut crisply through the buzz of the other students that froze Brooke to the spot.

"Tigger?" Haley asked noticing the tension radiating from Brooke, "Honey, what's wrong?" The cheerleader turned her head slowly in the direction of the voice and when her worst fears confirmed she took in sharp breath. It was him. He was in the school. Dan Scott. He was talking calmly with Whitey obviously about something basketball related. How convenient he has to have a chat with the basketball coach on the same day he threatened to kill me! Convenient I think not...Brooke thought bitterly.

And then he did something that made her want to throw up on the spot. Out of the blue he looked straight at her, saw Haley, saw the intimate position they were in and slowly, oh so slowly his eyes met hers. And then he smiled. It happened all in a few seconds as Dan was already conversing animatedly with Whitey again, but it was like slow motion to Brooke. Her heart was beating inside her head and the butterflies in her stomach were sending her one clear message: Flee, FLEE!

"Brooke you're zoning out again" Haley said with a mixture of concern and irritation. She really wanted to know what was on the girl's mind and she hated the feeling that Brooke felt she couldn't tell her. She shook Brooke's shoulder gently and called her name resulting in her spinning around so fast her neck cricked. "What is up with you Brooke just please tell me" Haley said with a note of pleading. Brooke stared back vacantly, unable to form coherent thoughts as her mind was in overdrive. I...have...to get out of here.

"I-er...I don't feel too well, I guess you were right about the school poisoning the cafeteria meals." Brooke put replied giving a very brief smile, "I think I need to go home, I can't deal with another lesson."

"Are you sure? You don't want to see the school nurse first?" Haley asked genuinely concerned as Brooke had stopped pinning her and seem very distressed. "Why don't we go out to the courtyard and get some fresh air. It might help.". Brooke considered this and looked back over to where Dan Scott stood.

"Sure let's go. Anywhere but here" Brooke agreed and practically dragged Haley to the courtyard herself. A wave of fear rippled down her body as they passed Dan and Whitey, she didn't even have to turn around to know he was watching her closely.

LIL

The courtyard presented a much more welcoming environment than inside the school with Dan. The sky was blue and cloudless, letting the sun warm everything in sight. Brooke sighed deeply as the sun did just that to her, helping her push back her fears and worries. It was almost as good as a kiss from Haley. But not that good. They spotted Peyton and Lucas eating together on one of the shaded benches nearby and decided to go join them.

Brooke plonked herself down opposite Peyton and Haley doing ditto with Lucas. Peyton looked up from her lunch and smiled at the couple whereas Lucas became very interested in the contents of his food tray. He'd been like this since he found out about their relationship, which hadn't been when he heard whispers in the corridors of Brooke turning gay and with none other than the nerdy tutor Haley James. It was only when he saw Haley and Brooke strolling leisurely down the hall on Monday morning, hand in hand looking like the new Brad and Jen that it hit him. The rumours were true.

Haley frowned when Lucas wouldn't even acknowledge she was sitting in front of him, but she could see the inner conflict going on in his head. On one side she was his oldest and best friend but on the other hand she had taken the girl he loved right out from under his nose.

Brooke noticed the tense silence overwhelming the four of them and glanced over to Lucas quickly to feel a stab of guilt. It had been her after all who had led him on and even had strong feelings for him only more than a week ago, then just as things between them seemed to be heading for a brighter horizon-CRASH BOOM explosion sounds. BROOKES TURNED GAY! AND WITH NONE OTHER THAN HALEY. Brooke was just thankful he wasn't a jerk or he would have been a lot less quiet.

"So...how's stuff guys?" Peyton asked attempting to break the tension, glancing between Haley and Brooke.

Brooke let out a dry laugh and looked at the blonde, "Stuff, as you so finely put it is eerily okay...I mean apart from Theresa and Rachel and the rest of the retard posse, but hey" Brooke said indifferently. Brooke then thought of Dan and frowned, not going unnoticed by Peyton.

She decided to let it slide, "Well I never expected that lot to accept your news with hugs and kisses" Peyton said with a note of bitterness, "What caught me off guard is that you lil Brooke fan club is really now a fan club" Peyton said laughing.

"Huh?" This was news to Brooke.

"Didn't you know?" the blonde replied in amusement, "Some of the lower grade girls have created the official Brooke and Haley "GAY IS THE WAY" fan club". Brooke did I double take and blinked as Peyton smirked and shrugged her shoulders when Brooke raised an eyebrow.

Hey, who knows they might start up a YMCA in your name Brooke.

All three girls burst out laughing but stopped hastily when Lucas' jaw tensed and he stood up to leave. "Tray" he muttered indicating he was taking his food tray back to the cafeteria. As he left briskly Haley watched with a guilty consciousness and decided she needed to talk to him and get everything out in the open.

"Hey, guys, I'm just gonna catch up with Lucas" Haley said glancing at Brooke who gave her a concerned look. "I'll be fine" Haley assured her before kissing her briefly on the lips and walking off to confront Lucas. Brooke observed her go with a glazed over eyes and found Peyton mocking the look on her face when she turned around.

"You two are just the cutest," Peyton gushed in a sickly sweet tone. Brooke just scoffed but her cheeks turned a light shade of red that not even the sun could hide. "And don't think I haven't noticed the increase in "tutor sessions" you two have been having," Peyton pointed with a shit eating grin. "More like make out sessions you pair of library hussies!"

Brooke slapped her arm lightly and stuck her tongue out, "Jealous much? And for your information Haley is still tutoring me...even if it's not in the school syllabus...it's still very educational." Brooke finished with a cheeky grin. Peyton just scrunched up her face and put a finger down her throat and made fake gagging noises.

Brooke gave her a death glare.

"Heh...kidding...it's cute, it's cute!" Peyton blurted in fear of her life. "Just don't stab me with your hair brush". Brooke laughed and then sighed. Stabbing people remind me of Dan...If I'm gonna tell someone it might as well be Blondie, she's good with these kinds of situations. The dramatic, crazy situations...that involve homicidal demon dads. Hmmm.

Brooke let out a steady breath and then looked determinedly at Peyton and said, "Sawyer...I've got some bad news. Make sure your buckled down this a lot to take in"

-x-

Lucas trudged gloomily from the cafeteria, hands in his pockets and his brow scrunched in frustration. He kicked out at a soda can in his path and watched it skip down the concrete and collide with the foot of Haley. Lucas groaned mentally and felt a knot in his stomach when he saw the conflicting look of anxiety on her face.

She shuffled her feet awkwardly beneath her as she willed the words she desperately wanted to say to Lucas. Haley locked eyes reluctantly with her oldest friend and she realised it wasn't anger reflecting from his eyes. It was sadness. "Lucas...I know all this must have hit you pretty hard but believe me it none of it was planned, it just happened...okay maybe with some help from my nosey sister but everything else was a total fluke"

"So you're telling me that not once did you want to be with her?" Lucas replied bluntly, giving Haley a "I-dare-you-to-deny-it" look. The way Haley gulped like a fish desperate for air was the only reply Lucas needed as he made a dismissive sound and walked past her. Haley called after him but he didn't stop so she went after him and stopped him by placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"Look Squinty," Haley began, irritation apparent in her voice as Lucas stared at her like a cornered rabbit. "I can't help how I feel for her okay? I didn't wake up one morning and think "ooh! What would be the best way to screw up Lucas' love life". Yes I admit I wanted to be with her, heck I dreamed of being with that amazing girl. Do you know how hard that was for me? To suddenly have such strong feelings for one of my best friends who just happened to be a girl. Do you have any damn clue how confused I felt, how much of a freak I thought I was night after night?"

"Hale-

Lucas was cut off by Haley as he saw tears brimming at her eyes; she obviously hadn't told anyone this before. "When she told me she felt the same...it was...like I could finally feel normal again. Because if Brooke felt the same then I wasn't by myself and it wasn't a one sided crush. I know you were in love with her Lucas; it was one of the reasons I tried to ignore how I felt every time we were close. I never wanted to hurt you; neither did Brooke for that matter. So please don't hate us for this Luke, because we need you to be okay with this too."

Lucas starred at her for what felt like an hour and then to Haley's astonishment he smiled. "Hales, I don't hate you or even Brooke for making me feel I had a chance. I could never hate you, not even if you became a basketball superstar and got into the NBA." Haley laughed and relaxed as all the tension in Lucas seemed to evaporate. They began to walk down a path that lead to the front of the school and Lucas sighed thoughtfully. "You know its funny when you really love someone, like I loved Brooke; you notice every detail about them. The way they move, the sound of their laughter, even the people they can't take their eyes off", Lucas looked at Haley meaningfully and she blushed.

"I always had my suspicions she might just have a crush on you or something, she'd talk about you a lot. If you'd had a bad day or you'd told her a funny joke Brooke would be babbling on about it to me. There were times I'd even get jealous but I felt stupid because the idea of her...loving you, it didn't seem possible" Lucas stopped to survey the car park with its collection of cars, glimmering in the sunlight. Haley was trying her best not to whoop loudly and say, "Ha! In you're face bitch she wanted me all along!", somehow it seemed inappropriate.

"But now," Lucas continued, snapping Haley out of her private victory moment, "now I can see she really does...love you". Haley smiled bashfully and gave Lucas a warm hug.

"Thank you Lucas, I'm so happy you're okay with all this" Haley simpered and Lucas smiled back and shrugged.

"I wouldn't wanna get in the way of your happine-", He stopped as something caught his in the parking lot. He squinted and said, "Who the hell is that next to Brooke's car?" Haley followed his gaze and she tensed when she saw someone obviously trying to break into Brooke's bug.

"Hey!" Haley shouted before even thinking. She ran out into the lot followed closely by Lucas and yelled again, "Hey asshole, get the hell away from my girlfriend's car". God it feels good to say that. My girlfriend's car! Grrr, Haley thought as adrenaline pumped through her veins. The would be thief turned startled, his face indistinguishable because of the hood that cloaked his head and baseball cap underneath that shadowed his features. Realising he had been caught in the act he sprinted off towards the school exit as Haley and Lucas arrived beside Brooke's car. Lucas attempted to chase after the unknown assailant but he was already out of sight.

"When the hell did car thieves start getting past the school security?" Lucas asked in disbelief as he panted for breath. "And out of all the sports cars he could have had his pick from he chose a bug". Lucas' confused expression matched Haley's perfectly.

"I know it's weird. Fucked up world man" Haley quipped. Lucas' eyes bugged at hearing Haley swear so palpably. She noticed his shock and shrugged sheepishly, "Sorry, I guess it's the adrenaline rush of protecting my girlfriend's property". Mine, mine, mine!

"I see...so I guess you play the role of the overprotective butch girl in this relationship" Lucas teased with a smirk that was soon wiped off his face when Haley thumped him in the arm. "Ow, I was joking, you resemble nothing of a man-like Harley rider."

"Good" Haley said sternly but had difficulty forcing her smile back. "I think you should go back and tell Brooke about this, you know how much she loves this thing. I'll wait here and check nothings been damaged and make sure that creep doesn't come back." Lucas looked a bit worried about leaving her by herself. "Don't worry Luke, I'm sure my "butchness" will keep me safe from anymore big, scary criminals" she deadpanned. Lucas laughed and shook his head as he jogged off to get Brooke.

Haley watched him go with a smile and turned back to Brooke's beloved bug to begin looking for any noticeable scratches or dents.

I think you'd look good on a Harley.

"You think?"

Yeah. Naked of course.

"Of course"

-x-

"So your telling me today's the day he said he would-", Peyton made a stabbing motion in the air, "-you?". Brooke nodded solemnly and sunk gloomily on to the table, burying her head in her arms. Peyton let out a low whistle and looked at Brooke's troubled form thoughtfully. "Now that's beef"

Brooke sat up and stared at her friend incredulously. "Beef! Peyton's he threatened to kill me and knowing how he is he probably will" Brooke said defeated.

"But come on Brooke, he can't get away with daylight murder" Peyton exclaimed trying to calm the cheerleader. Brooke gave her a haunted look and shuddered slightly.

"You don't understand Pey, he's not...human" Brooke whispered making Peyton roll her eyes; she hadn't believed her the first time Brooke had told her Dan Scott was some kind of demon automobile trader. "You can be as sceptical as you like Peyton but I know what I saw. Believe me after you see a cat explode the image kinda lives with you"

"Okay, lets presume Dan is the devil himself, as uncanny as that sounds. Why the hell would he go to such trouble to kill you just to leave Haley alone and vulnerable for Nathan?"

"Because Dan Scott's a crazy son of a bitch I tell you! Crazy!" Brooke cried banging her fist on the table in frustration. Peyton gave her look like she thought she was the crazy one.

"Someone must be talking about me, my ears are burning." came a cold voice from behind Brooke that froze her to the bench she sat on. Even Peyton paled when the form of Dan Scott approached their table. He sighed contentedly as he observed the clear blue sky. "Such a lovely day for horrific murder don't you think?" Brooke just knew he was smirking with out evening looking up.

"Leave her alone" Peyton said through gritted teeth. Dan let out a harsh laugh.

"Or what goldilocks? Shouldn't you be at home drawing sad puppies or something?" he said just as harshly making Peyton's face go from white to scarlet with rage. "Budge over", he instructed as Peyton felt herself be moved along her bench by unseen forces. It was safe to say she wasn't a sceptic anymore. Dan sat down where Peyton had previously been and adjusted his tie in a business like fashion before setting his sights on the brunette in front of him.

"So Brooke," he began with sadistic smirk, "How've you been since our last meeting? How's your love life?" When Brooke didn't reply he continued, "Because from what I saw earlier you and Miss James seem be doing awfully well despite my clear warning of what would happen to you if you continued to see her" Brooke slowly looked up at Dan and forced herself to not back down.

"Fine, bring it bitch" Brooke spat. Dan blinked slightly as Brooke gave a long hard stare. "You wanna do this lets do this. Come on you big freak asshole, do your worst in front of everyone here" she said loudly hoping to create a scene. If I die I'm gonna make sure as many people as possible see the scumbag who ended me, she thought viciously.

Dan scoffed and then stood up so quickly Brooke jumped despite herself. "Your courage is admirable Brooke. It appears Haley as rubbed off well on you"

"This isn't courage, this is devotion. I'll die for Haley rather than leave her, she's everything I ever wanted and if Nathan wants to play the sore loser and cry to daddy then so be it. Like I said, do your worst. Kill me, kick me to death, heck, torture me for a day or two if it takes to your liking. It won't make a scrap of difference so you can fuck off back to the hell hole you crawled out of"

The seconds dragged by like nails on a board in the silence that followed. It was a staring competition between Brooke Davis and Dan Scott, neither willing to back off. And then Dan smiled and finally blinked, "You have no idea how damn lucky you are" he said through a clenched jaw.

"Huh?" Brooke asked stupidly.

"It amazes me how often teenagers change their mind" Dan said casually as he reached into his inside pocket and pulled out a letter. "It seems Nathan never knows what the hell he wants but at least now he can focus on his future." He sighed as he dropped the letter in front of Brooke. "I think you'll find his new decision a lot fairer for everyone...well from my point of view..." he drifted off and a cruel smirk graced his lips.

Brooke fingered the letter apprehensively but when she looked back up Dan was gone and Peyton looked like she was recovering from the whole ordeal. "What the hell was that about?" the blonde asked in a shaky voice.

"I seriously have no clue. But here's guessing the letter answers everything", Brooke replied giving the blank envelope a grave look. I'm really beginning to hate getting mail... She quickly opened it and slid out a piece of A4 paper that had been folded in half. Brooke flipped it open and her eyes zoomed across the paper as she read the one sentence message. After a moment of confusion, Brooke's clasped her hand to her mouth in horror and dropped the note to the table as she stood suddenly. She stumbled over the bench and began to hyperventilate as she spun wildly around as if searching for something. "Where is she? WHERE IS SHE?"

As passing students watched the queen of Tree Hill high lose her sanity, Peyton picked up the note and read the scratchy hand writing once:

If I can't have her no one will,

Nathan

Lucas appeared beside the blonde and noticed Brooke having a mental breakdown. "Is she...okay?" he asked concerned to which Peyton showed him the note and said nothing, she was speechless. Lucas raised an eyebrow at the message scrawled on it and glanced at a pale looking Peyton. Before he could ask what it meant Brooke grabbed him by the shoulders, "Where is she!" When he stared at her blankly, she shook him violently. "Where. Is. She?"

"Who?" Lucas asked in bewilderment.

"Haley!"

As realisation dawned on Lucas his eyes widened, "She's at the parking lot, some guy was trying to take your car-" But Brooke was already pushing past people as she headed for the parking lot. Lucas and Peyton ran after her as she took off her heels to run faster.

-x-

What kind of thief opens the car door but doesn't steal the car? Haley thought in amazement of how stupid the creep had been. She pulled the car door open as far as it would go and leaned in to check that nothing had been taken. Radio: check, my packet of M&M's: check, used tissue-yuck: double check.

-x-

Brooke burst through a crowd of students making them cry out in shock. But she didn't care if she had lost all her dignity as she ran barefoot across the school grounds shouting wildly, nothing mattered apart from Haley, screw her high school status.A stitch flared up in her side but she kept running, she wouldn't let anything happen to Haley. She swore to herself as her foot caught and she tumbled to the ground unceremoniously.

Peyton reached down to help Brooke to her feet as Lucas sprinted past both of them, his legs pumping away furiously.

-x-

When the contents of the glove compartment were still intact, Haley got up with a groan and got out of the car. As she brushed herself down she could have sworn she heard a faint bleeping sound coming from the car. She examined the whole interior and saw know owner to the strange sound. Must be an alarm for when the doors are left open...

As she began to close the door she heard her name being called in the distance. Haley turned to find Lucas sprinting across the school lawns towards her as Brooke appeared from behind one of the brick buildings, much further behind. Wow, look at her pop those crazy legs. She really does love this car, Haley thought fondly. Lucas was now yelling at the top of his lungs but she couldn't make out what he was saying. "Lucas slow down I'm fine!" Haley shouted with a laugh.

Haley slammed the car door shut.

It all happened in slow motion. The door closed, Lucas reached Haley, grabbed hold of her and spun her away from the car, and then there was a flash. A deafening roar ripped through the still autumn air as Haley and Lucas disappeared in an inferno of black smoke and fire; Brooke's car exploded into a contorted fireball. The force of the explosion flung the metal fencingaround the parking lotoutwards, bending it into unrecognisable shapes and sending chunks of earth flying through the air.

Shards of metal and debris rained from the sky as screams echoed throughout the school and car alarms went off adding to theterror and confusion. The car next to Brooke's had been thrown carelessly into the air and smashed down onto a red mustang, its windows shattering. Brooke was thrown hard to the ground along with Peyton as her ears rung painfully. She groaned and slowly staggered to her feet, unaware of what had just happened.

As images came into focus she saw the twisted remains of her cherished bug as flames licked its carcass and flumes of smoke rose into the air. And then, just a few feet away from the burning wreckage, lay the crumbled and burnt form of Lucas. His arm draped protectively over Haley as she lay broken and silent.

If I can't have her no one will.

Brooke's heart lurched excruciatingly as her world shattered into a million pieces, and then she found her voice.

"HAAAAAAALEEEYYYYYYY!"

LIL

Okay, if you have your sad song start listening now...

The ambulance's journey to the hospital had been one big, senseless blur. It was only when they arrived and Brooke stared down at Haley's limp, motionless body on the stretcher as it was wheeled in by the paramedics., that Brooke's heart began to slowly tear apart. Brooke couldn't hear what they were telling the nurses. The only sound she heard was her heart thumping erratically in her ears, her eyes transfixed in horror at the cuts that riddled Haley's face and arms.

She felt sick to her stomach at seeing someone so beautiful so scarred. Brooke held Haley's hand tightly, squeezing it from time to time in hope Haley's eyes would open. Brooke hadn't realised how much she loved to see the light in her eyes until she was refused this simple pleasure. Please wake up...Haley wake up...please...please, Brooke pleaded silently, desperate for one last view of those amazing hazel eyes and that adorable smile. "Please..."

As the stretcher turned down a narrow corridor lined with dozens of patient rooms Brooke found herself being pulled away from Haley as her fingers slipped lifelessly from her hand. "Excuse me miss, you'll have to wait here and let the doctors do their job" a young female nurse told Brooke, leading her to a row of seats against the wall opposite the room Haley was being put in. She let herself fall into the seat, watching numbly as doctors and nurses bustled around Haley's bed.

The female nurse kneeled beside Brooke and placed a sympathetic hand on hers. "I know this must be a very hard time for you right now, but it's necessary I ask you a few questions. Are you okay with that?" Brooke nodded slowly her eyes focused on the room opposite her.

"What's her name?"

"Haley James" Brooke replied quietly as she began to choke up.

"Her age?"

"Seventeen", she said monotonously, a reminder of how young she was and how pointless her death would be. Brooke's eyes began to water so she shut them to hold back the tears that so badly wanted to fall.

"Do you know if she's had any serious ailments in the past 72 hours?"

Brooke resisted saying "the love bug" as all humour was lost on her. She shook her head no.

"Thank you, I'll inform you when you of her condition as soon as i can" the nurse said softly before walking away. Brooke's eyes were still closed and as she sat alone she finally let the tears fall. They cascaded down her cheeks and dropped soundlessly to the floor. She raised her hands to her face and a sob racked her body as she tried to take a deep breathe. Brooke cried into her hands, the darkness they provided becoming her only reprieve from the certain heartache beyond them.

She felt someone sit beside her and let her hands drop slightly to peer through tear sodden eyes at them. It was an uncharacteristically antsy Taylor with red eyes and dishevelled hair. Taylor didn't look directly at Brooke; she was tapping her foot anxiously on the floor and letting out ragged breaths. "Peyton told me why this happened, Brooke" Taylor said, not caring when her voice cracked. "Why didn't you tell Haley he threatened you?"

Brooke stared at her completely wordless. Her bottom jaw moved up and down but she had no explanation. "I'm sure you had your reasons not to, but I want you to understand this very carefully Brooke. I blame you for what happened to her, if she dies I will never forgive you. Never."

Taylor got up and walked off down the corridor of rooms, her hands wrapped around herself. Brooke's lip trembled slightly as she watched one of the most important people in Haley's life turn their back on her. Why did everything have to come to this?

Shizzle this hopzilllal be white

"Shut. Up"

Oh cheer up Brooke you're acting as if someone's died! Come on dance with me you'll feel better.

"SHUT UP AND LEAVE ME ALONE!" Brooke shrieked, completely losing her rag and punching the wall nearest her. She kept thumping it till the pain in her hand was numb and she hadn't the strength to carry on.

She leant her forehead against the wall and her tears continued to trickle down her face as her sobs grew louder and her body shook with misery "Why?" She sobbed, "Why can't I have her? Am I not allowed what I want? Am I not allowed to be happy!" Brooke cried out loud. She got no reply, so Brooke surrendered to her dying heart and let the torrent of painful tears fall silently.

Peyton trudged towards Brooke, her feet like weights an emptiness in her chest that made it hurt to breathe. She'd followed the other ambulance with Lucas and witnessed firsthand how bad his injuries were. He'd taken most of the blast by the look of it and had sustained 2nd and 1st degree burns. His face...oh my god his... Peyton let out a loud shaky breath and Brooke turned to see the pained expression on her tear stained face.

Brooke rushed to her and enveloped her in an intense hug, needing to feel comfort, needing to know everything would be okay. But as she pulled back to look at Peyton she realised something was very wrong. "What is it Peyton?" Brooke asked concerned yet fearful of what the answer was. Peyton let out another shaky breath and wiped at her eyes, she sniffed loudly and forced the words to come.

"They said...t-the doctors, said...he, Lucas...saved H-haley from serious injury" she managed through stutters. "If he hadn't of g-got their in time...she would have b-been the same as he is now...or worse." She didn't have to say what she meant by worse. Brooke wiped the tears that kept falling from her friend's weary eyes with her thumb. There was something else Peyton wasn't saying and it was beginning to worry Brooke.

"What's happened Pey, tell me" Brooke tried as she searched for the answer in Peyton's bloodshot eyes. It took a moment but the dead look in her eyes slowly made it dawn on Brooke. What Peyton said next confirmed her worst fears, "They s-said h-h-is burn-ns were t-to s-severe..." Peyton stammered out as she let lot a tiny pathetic sob, "Brooke...Lucas is dead, he's d-dead and it won't stop hurting"

Brooke's chest tightened to the point she couldn't breathe. All the sounds around her became one dull hum as Peyton's words slowly registered in her head. He's dead...he's dead because he tried to save Haley...

People moved around her unnoticed, their voices blurred and impossible to hear. Brooke's heart was beating harder in her head, thumping away like it was about to tear at the seams. Someone pushed past her and she glanced slowly towards them. It was Taylor rushing past her to get to Haley's room. Brooke looked at Peyton and realised she was moving towards the room too her expression horrified, a hand to clasped at her open mouth. Brooke turned back to the Haley's room and saw the doctors fretting and yelling.

Brooke's sense came back with tremendous force. "She's flat lining!" one of the interns shouted as a loud whining came from one of the machines next to Haley's unconscious body. Those words cut so deep into Brooke that she feel to the floor and put out a hand to brace herself. Only hours before Haley had made it a joke to say those words just to get her attention.

She was getting her attention this time. No...

"No, NO! HALEY NO!" Brooke lunged towards the doorway and tried to get to Haley but was held back a burly male nurse. Brooke struggled furiously in his grip, she stamped on his foot and he let go in pain. Rushing to the angel lying on the sheets of perfect white, Brooke reached out for her hand and squeezed it pleadingly. "Haley...Haley please wake up...don't die, not now please not now" Brooke sobbed as her tears fell freely. The only reply she got were Haley's lifeless Hazel eyes staring meaninglessly up at the ceiling. That beautiful auburn now so dark and dead.

Brooke found herself being pulled away again and this time she didn't resist as Haley's pale hand slipped from her grasp. She was numb to the core, dead in that instant. She watched in the doorway as Peyton comforted her, watched a nurse lift Haley top and place the resuscitating pads on her chest. A loud whirring followed by, "Clear!" and Haley's body arched and fell to the bed. Brooke whimpered and turned away from the door, pulling out of Peyton's arms and falling to her knees ungracefully.

The whirring grew louder again, the nurse gave the signal and the sound of hundreds of volts of electricity being pumped into the one she loved came from the room with a dull thud. Brooke gagged and clutched her stomach like she was about to be sick, her body shook and trembled as she sobbed and coughed.

Brooke's hands pulled at her hair and she rocked back and forward, wishing away the day's events, wishing back the girl she needed so badly. "NOOOOO" she screamed before standing and throwing one of the chairs by the wall across the ward. Brooke cried harder and repeated the word over and over until it she was mumbling it inaudibly. Peyton wrapped her arms around her and held on even when Brooke tried to move away. Eventually she gave in and surrendered to the embrace, crying and letting out ragged breathes as she moaned Haley's name. Peyton held her tight and refused to let go, refused to let Brooke take all the pain.

Brooke starred over Peyton's shoulder watching the ordinary people go about their lives, care free and happy. Happy like she would never be again. The resuscitators thudded again and Brooke twitched involuntarily at the implications of that sound. Through her aching eyes she saw expecting mothers sitting with anxious fathers, children with cuts and bumps, bantering elderly couples and from a door on the far left, a man in a black suit.

Dan.

Peyton felt Brooke tense in her arms and raise herself off of her shoulder. Her eyes were focused behind her and her expression was completely void of emotion. "Peyton give me your car keys" Brooke said quietly. The blonde's brow furrowed in confusion.

"Why, what d-"

"Just give them to me now" Brooke snapped and Peyton obeyed as she reached into her jeans pocket and handed Brooke the keys to her black convertible. Brooke didn't even thank her and marched past her in silence.

"Brooke, where the hell are you going?" Peyton called after her in total bewilderment. Brooke stopped but didn't look back as she spoke, her voice quavering with sadness and fury, "I'm going after Dan Scott". Then she turned her head slightly so her friend could see the look of pulsating hatred in her eyes.

"And when I get to him... I'm going to murder him. Just like he murdered my Haley"

Without one last word she stormed off down the ward leaving Peyton in a stunned silence.

End of Chapter 8

A.N: Avoids barrage of tomatoes HEY, HEY, HEY! Would you chill out, would you put the rotten vegetation down for one minute, please!...Thank you. Now don't worry everything will work out in the end I wouldn't be that cruel to let Haley die like that...or would I?

Depending on the quality and quantity of reviews I get will determine the fate of the lovely Miss James. Mwhahahahahha. Only kidding...i'm not that evil...or am I?

Update soon...Takes water melon to head So uncalled for...