Thanks for the reviews! Btw I like Brooke better as Sophia rather than Lindsay too. I don't know how long this story is going to be seeing as how my birthday is in 6 days and then schools starting…Reviews help me write faster…

"New plan," I was so frustrated I was ready to hit something. "Not only do we have to take down Peyton Sawyer, but we are also going to ruin Lucas Scott's life."

"Wasn't that the first plan?" Nathan asked confused.

"No. That was just to take down Peyton off. Now we have to destroy them both."

"Why?" Haley looked just as confused as Nathan did.

"Okay, I was on my way home, I had to run some errands for my mom, when this black Mercedes almost runs me over. So I'm pissed but I thought it was just an accident. But then the car turned back around and I don't remember exactly what they said but it was something about Broke Davis." Just reliving the story made me want to cry. But I didn't want to give them the satisfaction that they could make me upset. They were no where in sight but still. I didn't want to get mad. I wanted to get even.

"Maybe I'm slow or something, but how does this have to do with Lucas?" Nathan put in.

"Who do you know who drives a black Mercedes?" Everyone knew Lucas for his cars. His dad owned multiple dealerships.

"About half our school," Nathan shot back. Which was technically true. The majority of their school had BMW's, Mercedes or Range Rovers. There wasn't much of a variety.

"Maybe but who came up with Broke Davis. I'll tell you who the Plastics. So obviously whoever was in that car had some relationship to them. And Lucas was freaking dating her." I smiled triumphantly. It made sense. Which is why I wanted Lucas Scott to suffer just as much as his little girlfriend.

"Well I'm in," Haley spoke up.

"Just tell me how I can help." Nathan said.

"I'm thinking we should go back to Plan A but revise it. So steal Lucas right from underneath her unsuspecting nose. After we get him we dump him in the cruelest, most humiliating way ever."

"We, cause that sounds like just you." Haley was a little disappointed. She wanted to help ruin Peyton's life just to repay the favor.

"Yes we. I need both of your help. I have never stolen a boy before. I don't even know where to start. Hales you are so smart and comfortable talking to anyone. And Nathan you're a guy so you'll help in that area. You guys we are a team. We're not going to be able to do this alone. We all need to help to destroy Peyton Sawyer." And now Lucas Scott.

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"Hello," I picked up the phone as soon as I walked into my house.

"We are all going to hang out at my house. Do you want to come?" Did I want to come? Why would I want to spend any more time with the Plastics than absolutely necessary? I swear anytime I am in the same vicinity as them I drop ten IQ points. At least. And why was Peyton Sawyer calling me anyway? But if I didn't want her to suspect anything, I needed to become all buddy-buddy with her.

"I'd love to," I answered in a sickeningly sweet voice. "What time?"

"Now's good." She said without any sort of goodbye she hung up.

I glanced in the mirror at what I wearing and decided to change. I mean, I obviously did not care what the Plastics thought of me. I just wanted to look nice. Maybe Lucas would be there and I would have to look good then. I knew I was lying to myself. I could hate them with every fiber in my body but a little part of me still wanted to impress them. And I hated that part of me. With one final check in the mirror, I headed to Peyton's house. I don't even know if I could call it that. It was almost the size of a small country.

I couldn't stop my hand from shaking as I rang the doorbell. Bevin answered the door and instead of her usual glaring looks she smiled and ushered me in. Something was definitely up.

"We were just upstairs," she said and motioned for me to follow her. When I got up to Peyton's room just Anna and Peyton were there curling Anna's hair.

"Hey" Anna called out. I know I said I wanted to try to be friends but this was ridiculous. Now all of a sudden I'm like their best friend.

"So we were thinking," That was a new one. But Peyton continued, "Now that you are going to hang with us, you need a certain look. I mean not just anybody gets to be in our little group." I wanted to throw up listening to her talk but sat there silently.

"Okay you have great eyebrows. We just need to work on your wardrobe." And we did. For the next couple of hours the Plastics gave me new clothes, changed my hair and did my make-up. Apparently I was going to have to do this everyday. I had to admit though. I looked hot. And they were making it all the easier for me to steal Lucas from Peyton. I needed to get started on that one. I picked up my phone and dialed his number.

"Hey Luke, it's Brooke. We never finished working on that project…"