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CHAPTER THREE: Facing a Jackass

Brooke's POV

Another beautiful day at Tree Hill High, who am I kidding? When I woke up this morning I was beginning to feel the effects of my parents loving words and kind actions. I took a shower, making sure to wash the newly forms cuts on my wrists. When I got out of my steamy shower, I made sure to dry myself off, and slip on some underwear and a bra. When I looked in the mirror again I saw strangle marks around my neck, bruises on my arms and legs and scars, along with new cuts on my wrists. I French braided my hair into two pigtails then pulled a beanie on my head with a skull and cross bones stitched on the front. Then I slid a black, long-sleeve top over my head and slid it down my tender body. Next, I put on some black, baggy, cargo pants and my black converse. It was 100 outside, but I had to keep my cover. I brushed my teeth, put in my nose, eyebrow, tongue and earrings, while doing my heavy, black eye make-up. I grabbed my army green satchel with different pins from various rock bands on it and threw it over my shoulder. I ignored the shock going through my body. Ignored the way my body felt like it was going to crush under the weight of me. I was about to exit my bedroom when I forgot to put on my leather choker with silver spikes coming out of it. This would at least make the strangle marks look less noticeable. When I get to school, no one will think anything is wrong. Besides, I'm invisible, remember?

Anyways, I walked into school sat down at my normal table outside and took out my drawing pad. I started to draw all of the anger I felt towards my parents and what they did to me last night. I was almost finished when I heard someone breathing behind me, so I turned to a new sheet and started drawing flowers and hearts (that was very painful). Then I hear the breathing move from behind me to right next to me. I don't turn to see who this mystery person is, but his presence was making me feel very uncomfortable. I started to move over another table when he grabbed my arm. Damn, that hurts! But I can't show it, I won't! After this encounter, I decided to turn around and see who wanted to grace me with their presence today. When I tell you who it was, you are not going to believe me! It was none other than my ex-best friend/ biggest bully, Lucas Scott.

I look into his eyes then down at my arm and he seems to understand what I'm trying to get across, so he lets go of my arm slowly. I look into his eyes again and they seem to look a little bit kinder and softer, like the old Luke. What am I saying? This is Lucas Scott, the biggest jerk in Tree Hill. He starts to walk towards me and opens his arms out to . . .What the hell does he think he is doing? Is he hugging me, oh no way in hell does he get to touch me! (I ignored the bolts of pain running through my body because I was too overwhelmed with anger to even notice it). Then I did something I haven't done in a long time. I spoke. I pushed Lucas off of my and yelled, "What the fuck do you think your doing!" He looked a little taken back, but then a smirk appeared on his face.

He answered with confidence; "I'm only doing this for money. See, Tim paid me 500 dollars to get me to make you talk. I don't know why he didn't think I couldn't do it, but then again Dim is pretty stupid. Why else would I be associating with scum like you? IT was a dare, loser, " with that he walked away with his head stuck up his ass.

God, he is such an arrogant, cocky bastard! I have no idea how we were even friends, let alone best friends! When he walked away I just looked at him, scoffed, grabbed my sketchbook and backpack and headed towards the back of the main school building. Wow, I haven't done this in a very long time. I leaned again the building with one foot bent and up on the wall. I pulled out of my backpack the pot I bought from Jimmy, my drug dealer, about a month ago. Crap! I didn't bring a lighter God damn it! God why do you punish me like this? You are really starting to piss me off! Right as I closed my eyes with frustration a felt heat by my face and opened my eyes slowly. I saw a guy that looked like he hadn't take a shower for weeks, wearing baggy, ripped up close and old sneakers. He had on a backwards trucker hat and a skateboard, tucked under his left arm, protectively. His other hand held the lighter that was inches from my face. I lifted the pot that was in my hand and let the tip of it burn slightly in the fire. As soon, as I took the first puff of my pot, the man was gone. I looked to my right and saw him boarding down the sidewalk. I stayed out their for about 10 minutes until I heard the bell ring.

I tossed the pot on the ground and placed my black, converse on top of it, while grinding it into the ground. We wouldn't want the mighty Tree Hill High to be burned down in a Pot Fire now would we? Ha-ha, just thinking about that almost makes me crack a smile, but I haven't smiled in so long, it seems as if I forgot how. Ha, how retarded! Who forgets how to smile?

When I walk into homeroom, my teacher starts yelling at me about how I'm late all of the time, but I zone her out because I don't really care. I take my usual seat in the back and pull my sketchbook out of my army green satchel. I couldn't finish my drawing I started earlier because someone might see it and start questioning me about it. I can't let that happen. So I start the draw something new. I drew the encounter I had with 'Pucas.' Just as I was adding the finishing touches the bell sounded and it was on to my next class. As I was putting my sketchbook away one of my drawings feel out, but I didn't notice. I through my back pack over my shoulder and walked out of homeroom, thanking my teacher for such a great lecture, sarcasm dripping off of my lips. She glared at me and gave me a detention. That must be a record. Only 45 minutes into school and I already got a detention. Great! For the rest of the school day, nothing important happened, I just zoned out or drew during my classes and didn't spend money on lunch, because I was looking forward to buying a new record at my heaven (my favorite record store), called Filth. For the lunch period I decided to go back behind the building and smoke some more pot, but when I rounded the corner I saw 'Pucas,' again with his little basketball drones and their slutty cheerleader girlfriends. This is only the greatest day of my life! Thank you god for making me feel so wonderful today! I turned around an started to walk away when I heard 'Pucas' say, "Couldn't get enough of me could you?" I flicked him off then continued walking away.

God, I really need to find a place where he won't be. Ah, the girls bathroom . . .PERFECT! I ran into the main doors to Tree Hill High and down some hallways and flights of stairs until I reached the old building. The only rooms that were in this building were supply closets and a girls and boys bathroom. There is no way anyone was going to find me in here, and I wouldn't get in trouble! I definitely didn't need a double detention today. I pushed the girl's bathroom door open and flicked on the lights. They kept flickering and it smelled like a cat died in there, but it was to be expected I mean no one probably used this bathroom since the 40's. I ran into the last stall and to my luck I found a box of matches. Thank you, God! I take back everything bad I said about you earlier today! I stoke the match on the matchbox and what do you know the match light up the bathroom. I pulled out another thing of pot and stuck it in the fire that was illuminating the grimy stall. When I was done I threw the match into the toilet and inhaled deeply, allowing my body to slowly relax. As I exhaled, I started to feel numb, and it felt good. After about 30 minutes, I was so high. I flicked what was left of my pot in the toilet and it floated on the opposite side of the match, then I flushed and walked out of the bathroom. At first, I had some trouble walking properly, but tried my best to make it look normal, so no one would expect anything and I wouldn't get another detention. As I made my way back to the main building I realized that I was really, really late for my 7th period class. What was it again? Oh yea, English, with Mr. Smitting, right how could I forget.

I flung the door open, a little too hard, and it made a large BANG noise. I stepped into the room and felt 30 beety eyes on me. I looked at Mr. Smitting and he looked very annoyed. I decided that I should say something, but boy was that stupid. What I said was, "I'm very sorry for late," except it came out really slurred and it sounded like I was high. Great, I just blew my cover. Second detention here I come!

"Ms. Davis, please take your seat. We will talk after class," was all he said. As I walked towards the back of the classroom I heard some "ohhhs" and chuckles, but I didn't say anything. I sat in the back of the room and slept. I woke up abruptly to the sound of the bell signaling for class to be over. I had one more period and thank god it was a free period. I waited for everyone to leave before walking up the Mr. Smitting's desk. The first thing he said was, "Ms. Davis are you high?" I shook my head from side to side, but he obviously didn't believe my story. I mean who in their right mind would? It was so obvious how high I was.

Then he said, "It looks like I will be seeing you for two hours of detention after school! And DO NOT be late! Or I will make it 3."

I muttered and "ok," then left the room. I walked out of the school and sat where I had previously been smoking pot this morning. Thank God I was all by myself! I don't know if I could handle seeing 'Pucas' and his retarded friends again! So I set my satchel on the ground and slid down the side of the building. I pulled on my sketchbook and began to draw. Towards the end of the period I finished the drawing I started earlier, about what happened last night, and just thought about my life and what I have become. It sounds really lame and pointless, and that's exactly what it was pointless. I really just stared into the sky, not thinking about anything. The end of school bell rung and I packed up my stuff and headed towards Mr. Smitting's room.

For the next two hours I stared at the clock, watching every minute pass and hoping that it would be the last minute left for me to be in this hellhole. I couldn't wait to get to Filth. I always felt I could be myself their. That is where I met Jimmy. I know I know. It can't be that safe if you met a drug dealer there! God Brooke use your head. But the truth is that is where I feel I can do anything I want and no one will judge me. It is my safe haven, my saving grace. When detention is over I couldn't get out of Mr. Smitting's room any faster. I sprinted out of the school and into the parking lot to where my beat-up car was parked. I stopped for a minute to catch my breath well because lets face it, I am no athlete, then hit the trunk of my car so I could crawl inside. The side doors of my car are stuck, so I have to hit the trunk, so it pops open, then crawl from the trunk into the drivers seat. Then since my key broke off in the ignition, I have to use pliers to turn my car on and then I can get going.

I speed out of the parking lot and pull in front of Filth, only to find that it closed early tonight because the manager probably is having his first date in like 20 years. I let out an angry grunt, and then put the car back in gear. Time to go home. Home sweet home.