A/N: Thanks SO much for all the reviews, you have no idea how much I appreciate your support! I love to hear what you guys think, and I love to hear your ideas. I hate to say it though, college is starting up again for me and I probably will not be able to update this story or my other stories as often as I would like or as often as you would like but I promise I will as frequently as possible! Anyways on with the show.

One Month Later

B: Jake your writing has improved by leaps and bounds which is great, but you keep making silly grammatical errors.

J: I know – it's just that most of the time it makes sense in my head.

Brooke rolled her eyes and sighed in exasperation.

B: Try to read it to someone else before you turn it in. Or you could read out loud. If you read it out loud chances are you will catch most of the errors.

J: Thanks Brooke, I really appreciate all of this.

Brooke flashed him a wide smile.

B: No problem Jake, it's my pleasure. Besides you laugh at all my grammar jokes!

Jake laughed and smiled before bending his head back over his spiral to continue his assignment. He loved his time at the tutoring center. Actually to be more accurate, he loved his time with Brooke. He felt like whenever he was with her he didn't have to be Mr. Major Basketball star – he just had to be himself. More than anything Jake wanted to ask Brooke out but until he and Peyton broke up he would have to settle for just spending time with her.

Peyton ran a comb through her perfect curls; she was the picture of perfection. Perfect white teeth, perfect hair, perfect skin and of course the perfect boyfriend. Peyton Sawyer had it all and she never intended to lose it. Especially to someone like Brooke Davis. Jake thought that Peyton didn't see the looks that Jake was giving to Brooke, but Peyton saw it, and it pissed her off. Nobody stole anything from Peyton, nobody.

Phone Conversation

P: How do you get rid of an enemy?

Other Person: Easy, you destroy them.

P: But what if they are a social outcast. They don't have anything to destroy.

Other Person: Evil Laugh you make them one of your own, and then cast them out.

P: Is that even possible?

Other Person: You would doubt me?

P: I guess not...

Lucas: PEYTON! GET YOUR ASS OUT OF THE BATHROOM!

P: Ugh – I gotta go, talk to you later, k?

Peyton swung the door to the bathroom open to find a very disgruntled Lucas standing outside the door.

L: Seriously Peyton, Mom has been shouting your name to come down to dinner for the past 15 minutes.

P: Whatever...

Peyton closed the bathroom door behind her and started to follow Lucas downstairs to dinner when she got an idea.

P: Luke?

Luke turned around slightly exasperated with his sister.

L: What?

P: What do you think it takes to be as popular as we are?

Lucas smirked widely.

L: Well that all depends, people have to like you, but they also want to have to be you. It just has to do with the crowd you hang with.

P: So you are saying that if you started hanging out or even dating a loser then within weeks they would become popular? Just because you are? I don't know I think that's bull shit. Peyton leaned against the wall waiting for Lucas's retort

L: You want to test the theory? Lucas was never one to back down from a challenge and it sounded like Peyton was getting ready to make one

P: Luke, I bet you can't turn a social outcast into Miss Popularity.

L: Name the girl and I'll do it...as long as the stakes are right.

P: Brooke Davis...and if I win, you buy me a new laptop.

L: If I win you fund my ski trip.

P: Done!

Peyton practically skipped down the stairs to dinner, a plan was forming in her mind, and now she had a way to execute it.

The Next Day

It had been a long day at school for Brooke. She had taken two tests and her English teacher had given them a pop quiz over the reading that she had barely skimmed. In short school had seriously sucked and it didn't look like it was getting any better.

Brooke was standing at her locker trying to get out her Calculus book, it was stuck behind all of her other books for school and she was having trouble balancing her backpack on her knee, holding the locker door open with one hand, and trying to pull the book out of the locker. When she thought she had finally gotten a grip on the book, Brooke yanked hard, causing her to lose her balance and end up flying backwards into something very solid.

L: Are you ok?

Lucas supported Brooke's upper body with one hand to keep her from falling on the ground. When Brooke felt her body go back to being normal she pushed off from Lucas and turned around to face him.

B: I'm ok, thanks for catching me.

Lucas smirked and picked up the calculus book that had fallen out of her hands when they collided.

L: I think you dropped this. You may need it to study for our test next week.

Brooke's body tingled when their fingers brushed, and she felt her self go weak at the knees when he smiled at her.

B: Probably, but the test shouldn't be so bad, I mean it's only derivatives. And if you think about it derivatives are only the slope of the equations. It's integrals that are going to be harder, I mean finding the equation from the slope can be kind of misleading.

Brooke kept rambling, she couldn't help it. Lucas Sawyer was standing in front of her in loose fitting dark jeans and a blue shirt looking utterly delectable. At least his eyes hadn't glazed over in boredom.

Luke tried not to smile at Brooke's rambling but the fact that she was talking about derivatives showed how affected she was in presence. This was going to be the easiest bet ever.

L: Are you going to the basketball game?

Luke interrupted Brooke's diatribe about calculus.

B: Umm, I don't think so. I am not really a sporty girl or anything.

L: You should go; it would be cool to see you at the game cheering me on.

Lucas stepped forward a little bit causing Brooke to step back till her back hit the locker behind her.

B: Like I said, umm I don't really do the team sports thing.

Luke placed one of his hands beside her head and leaned forward.

L: Too bad.

Luke leaned in even closer till their noses were practically touching before turning his head and dropping his voice to a seductive whisper.

L: I was hoping to get to know you a little bit better Brooke. But I guess I will just see you around.

Brooke gulped and tried to maintain her composure.

B: I haven't de.de.decided or anything...I might come.

Lucas smirked and leaned back putting about a foot of space between them.

L: Well I hope you do.

With that Lucas sauntered off in the direction of the gym leaving Brooke using the lockers to support her weight.

Brooke smiled and changed her mind, today had been a very good day. In fact it had been great.

A/N: Well? What did you think? Any good? At all?? Please please please review and tell me!

Coming Soon:

"There's this party tomorrow night, do you want to come with me?"

"I don't know..."

"Oh come on, it would be fun"

"I have dance rehearsal"

"So come late, its no big deal."

"Ok, I'll come."