"Brooke! Brooke! Brooke!" I heard somebody yell as I practically ran down the hallways.
Although my first day hadn't been that terrible, it was so tough hiding constantly from Nathan and Lucas. I actually had to skip lunch to ensure that I didnt have to answer their constant questions. I wasnt ready yet. Now that school was over, I really wanted to leave. Run far, far away. But no! God is bored and He needs entertainment. So why not trouble poor little Brooke. That can be funny!
Anyway, there he was. Nathan, chasing me.
"Brooke stop! You sit through the classes and just stare ahead. And as soon as they are done, you disappear. Where were you? How are you doing now? Come on bud, I'm here for you in every possible way. Always. And you know that." He begged.
"Yeah. I know Nate. Thanks. Hey look cheer tryouts! I'll do that!" I yelled and ran inside the gym which was on my left.
"God Brooke! Stop running away. You are only fooling yourself!" He yelled out to me as I sneaked it.
Cheerleading. Something I actually was interested in but never really tried out. Lucas always called those girls dumb and shallow. So I never really tried. Anyway, it wasn't like I would fit in with my tomboyish attitude. I had always been an introvert. I could actually thank Rachel for bringing me out.
Although we were always stuck in that place, we did sometimes beg them to let us go out shopping or for dinner. And though somebody had to be with us, we were allowed to go. Rach always wondered, why would I choose to deliberately waste my talent. And when she put it that way, it actually made sense. I was a good dancer, I knew that from my partying days and people did call me beautiful. I didn't have to push myself in a corner.
"Hey, who are you?" Theresa the head cheerleader asked me. "Wait, you're Brooke Davis right? The girl who disappeared but made a flashy entrance today?"
"Yeah." I blushed as she looked me up and down as if she was sizing me up.
"Well, you look the part." She said admiring my outfit. "Lets see if you've got the moves."
"I don't have anything prepared." I answered honestly.
"Okay. Just do what you know. We will go from there." She said. Fair enough.
Theresa started playing some fast music and I quickly kicked off my shoes and got into my stance. Swaying to the beat, I smiled as I got lost in its flow. Dancing was fun. It was a sweet release. Once I was done, I could clearly see Theresa trying not to look too impressed.
"Okay. That was fairly average. We'll let you know." She answered before calling the next girl.
I was glad I did that. Maybe this would be my chance to do something for me. Enjoy school life. Maybe even heal me a bit. Skipping off, there waiting outside my car was the one and only Lucas Scott.
He was leaning against it and staring at me with wrath.
"Why are you back? After all this time? Just when I finally move on with my life, you decide to waltz back in!" He spat.
Control Brooke! Just breathe! You knew this would happen.
"How can you show your face around after all that you did?" He continued chiding me.
A single tear slipped down my cheek as I literally pushed him off and jumped into my car.
Putting the keys in ignition, I revved the car ahead without any thoughts of hurting him. I just didn't care anymore. First days suck!
I went home and burst out crying. Grabbing anything in sight, I just began throwing it around. I couldn't take it in. How was I fine? How was I ready? It was just too hard. Seeing Lucas was hard enough. But hearing him was just venom to my wounds. How could somebody who claimed to love you be so mean to you.
Love is Hate. And I was witnessing a live example of it.
It was so tough to come back. I made a mistake. A big one. I get it. And I continued making those. I know I messed up, but I did my time. I was tired of people treating me like shit.
Just then my phone rang and I saw that it was Nathan. But I didn't care. He claimed to be here for me, well not when his brother went mouthing me off! And frankly speaking, I didn't need him anyway. Brooke Davis was better all on her own. The lesser the people, the lesser chances of heartbreaks or people walking out of your life. And I really couldn't handle any of that.