Juvenile Delinquent. Quite the label no? When people think Ali, or Lex, or Chicago, or whatever, the words juvenile delinquent will automatically pop into their heads. Hopefully in bright flashy lights. They might think 'that new girl Lex always getting into trouble', or, 'Al's totally hot getting arrested' God know that's what they think about Brooke and Haley my faithful sidekicks, or rather, equals in crime. Who would've thought spray painting "suck on this Dan Scott" in glorious neon orange on a plain black paved driveway, to be more specific, Dan Scott's driveway, would've caused such a ruckus? I totally would've gotten away with this in Des Moines. If only we had Peyton with us to draw Dan sucking on that…

"Juvi? We're in a JUVENILE DELINQUENT CENTER!"

"Relax tutor wife…harmless fun…the only reason we're in here is because Dan's the mayor."

"Harmless fun? My husband is going to have to BAIL us out of JAIL because of some HARMLESS FUN"

"Chill out there slugger, no foul no harm, or whatever that phrase is. At least now we'll be talk of the town for a while" Yep, I always focused on being in the spotlight. It's prime for new girls like me. Get the attention while you're still fresh. Build a reputation.

"Well if it isn't my criminal girlfriend…I've always wondered if you would look good in orange" Lucas sauntered in, smirk on face, the usual.

"Lucas…get me out of here…now" Brooke attempted to strangle Lucas via reaching through the bars of her cold prison room. Per Usual, it was done in typical Brooke fashion. That girl can make anything look classy, even strangling your beloved boyfriend who's come to bail you out of jail.

"Suck on this Dan Scott?...hilarious! when I heard about that one, the name Brooke Davis immediately flashed through my head…I have to admit the name Haley Scott didn't follow it" Nathan joined Lucas at the prison cell. "I mean, my dad called me furious talking about my ahem 'psychotic wife' that 'blatantly made a verbal attack on me' so gorgeous wife of mine what exactly did you say to him?'

"Oh babe…I don't think your virgin ears can handle such profanity" she sneaked a quick kiss through the bars.

"aww sexy sexy...now as much as I love watching you two couples at your best and brightest…get me out of this freaking jail…" with a smirk I added "please" just to make sure they knew I wasn't being a total beetch.

The gang stumbled out of the police station Haley clinging to Nathan, petrified, worried about this being put on her permanent record. Of course not. After all, she married the mayor's son…10 bucks says it'll get'll expunged.

"Yeah so Chicago you get to drive me and Luke home, since I'm sure Nathan and Haley.."

"are gonna go home and make sweet sweet love, yeah hop into my ghetto cruiser"

Ahh my beloved 1988 Jeep Cherokee…looks like crap but runs fabulously. Fits about 8 kegs in the trunk too…not that I know from experience…I'm just speaking hypothetically.

Shot through the heart and you're to blame

Darling you give love a bad name

I played my part and you played your game

Honey you give love a bad name

"80's mullet rock, get's me every time"

"Lex, I think if you pound that steering wheel any harder it's gonna fall off"

"Sorry it's a reflex…I love bon jovi…god of my body gorgeous"

"Okay Chicago nice but seriously lets step on the gas just a little bit harder. I would like to break the 25 mile per hour barrier you seem to be going at"

"Yeah my B the ghetto cruiser has a weight capacity…it'll only go about 45 with more than 350 pounds in the car"

There's reason it's called the ghetto cruiser. Inherited from my loving…yeah sure loving…older brother. He decided to go off roading in this back in the day. Something about slinging mud around made him feel more masculine? I don't know. Boys. Crazy. Hey though, I'm not one to complain free car, gas isn't too bad, carries 8 freaking kegs in the trunk man…that's a minor miracle in itself. Plus the spacious back seat for a little extra curricular activities never hurt anyone.

"Whoa whoa Lex…do you see that? Pull over"

"no way..no possible way"

" Peyton?"

It's the first time I've ever seen the girl she was long gone before I moved here. Something about her 2nd mom dying and her dad wanted to move her out of town. Next thing anyone knew she had just disappeared. From what I hear, no goodbye, nothing. Just gone. The only way I knew it was her was she did kind of resemble me, just a little, but don't tell Lucas.

The car slowly inched up along the girl, walking alone in the dark on a long windy road, the weather even looked like it was on the verge of raining, how cliché. She wasn't carrying anything, just walking in jeans a black t-shirt, from what I hear, her usual uniform.

"hey! I can't believe its you guys!" Peyton said with exuberance, and hopped into the car, acting as if the last 3 months hadn't been hell for her friends, and trust me I know it was hell, because I moved in right as she moved out. "Looks like rain, wow Brooke your hair looks different…amazingly different…Lucas…sexy like always…Just Kidding Brooke!" She laughed.

"Peyt, How the hell have you been" Brooke asked, immediately giving her best friend a huge hug.

"Hi, I'm Al…the new girl" I said, stuck my hand out for her to shake, which she did. Nice girl, pretty too...like me! Haha. Little did I know that this introduction would turn my world upside down, giving the word DRAMA a whole new meaning.