Author- Emily-Grace Mendes (Brookebynature)
Disclaimer- I only own this story, not the characters and not the show sadly enough
A/N- I really tried to get this chapter out earlier, but I never found the time to complete it. But this time has come, and so has the chapter! A big thank you to everyone who reviewed, and I hope you enjoy this. xxx
Play The Game
Play Truths
Detention. They all had god damn detention for a week since the biology teacher had found out about Brooke's little rager the previous night, and after checking the computer inside the dolls which had recorded the students progress, the results were anything but good.
Out of all of them, it was perhaps Haley and Nathan that had done the best, only because Haley had looked after the doll while Nathan was at practise and vice versa. Brooke and Lucas however, had completely ignored the fact that they were even supposed to be parents to the thing, each of them leaving the doll, otherwise known as 'Tori' in their gym bags while Lucas was playing basketball, or Brooke was at cheerleading practise.
"I thought daddy Tim was a pro" Nathan chuckled as he walked passed a very depressed-looking Tim sat beside Peyton.
"I am. Turned out Peyton's just a crap mother."
"It's a fucking doll for Christ's sake." She retorted, turning her attention back to the drawing on the table in front of her. One of the pluses about not being friends with Brooke any more was the fact that she could draw without someone taking the piss.
"Scary drawing Peyt."
Or not.
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"We can't afford to have detention this week, we need to practise for the classic!" Brooke huffed, zipping the top of her tracksuit up so that her boobs were safely secured underneath the velour material. Had she been wearing a sports bra for the occasion, she would have been fine wearing a tank top. But her C cups were fast maturing into D's, meaning that although her low cut shirts looked even better, practise was made harder.
Still, they were better than Peyton's A cups, Brooke always took satisfaction in that.
"We've still got like a half hour before we have to be in detention Brooke" Haley tried to make light. "I'm sure I can learn how to do a pyramid before then."
"Do you even know what a pyramid is?" Peyton cut in icily. "Cos you sure as hell can't learn one in a half hour."
"We're not all as slow as you Peyton." Brooke retorted, wondering whether the curly blonde would ever cut Haley some slack.
"How's things ladies?" Nathan smirked, walking into the gym and interrupting what looked like the beginning of a cat fight between….well he wasn't quite sure who exactly.
"Just grand." Brooke muttered under her breath.
"Practise doesn't seem very taxing these days." he continued "I remember a time when you'd all be stretching or doing the splits or whatever else you do around here."
"Your point Nathan?" Brooke asked impatiently. She really was growing tired of these games.
"Ah, I don't really have one."
"Well you hit the nail on the head there, now if you don't mind, I have a pyramid to learn."
Everyone stood staring at Haley, a little shocked, and caught totally off guard by her outburst. Raising her eyebrows at Nathan, he left sharpish, but not before whispering something incomprehendable to the rest of the group in her ear.
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"You'll be here every night for the rest of the week." The biology teacher stated, scanning the room to make sure that all of his students were in the room. It was double detention for anyone who failed to attend.
There was a chorus of groans, but the one good thing was the fact that it was almost the whole class, meaning that there was bound to be some fun to be had. Tim took this obligation upon himself to instigate the students first round of amusement, by chewing some paper and then spitting it at Nathan, who naturally reciprocated.
"There will be no messing around!" The supervisor stated, blissfully unaware that his position would not be looked up to. Supervisors of detention never were.
It only took half an hour for the supervisor to leave, stating that he had photocopying to do, would be locking the door, and would return within another half hour. Hearing this, looks were exchanged between most of the students, excluding Haley, who was horrified to be sat in detention during her first weeks of school.
"Okay I vote we play a game." Peyton stated, looking around to see who was with her.
"I'm up for twister." Tim replied, envisaging the girl tangled around him.
"Do you see the twister mat anywhere doofus?" Nathan shook his head, "and I can see your fantasy now. Don't think the girl will be draped all over you."
A few people chuckled at Nathan's comment, leaving an embarrassed Tim nursing his ego at the desk near the front of the room.
"We could play truth or dare." Peyton snuck a look at Brooke as she spoke.
A few nods and replies of 'yes' answered Peyton, and she again looked across at the brunette beside her.
"You're quiet today Brooke. Got something you don't want to tell us?"
She could hear them whispering around them, speculating about whether or not she was pregnant- not being the correct answer.
"But how can we do dares?" Bevin asked. "We can't even leave the room."
"Okay, so we can just play truths." Peyton told them. "Who's in?"
There were enough 'I am's' to leave Peyton satisfied, with Haley finally agreeing to join after Lucas and Nathan had said that they would play.
"That just leaves Brooke." Peyton smirked as everyone looked at cool-looking class queen on the back row. Only today she didn't feel cool. She was hot, too hot. Her hands were sweating and her legs would have been shaking if she wasn't pressing them together.
"C'mon Brooke, you can't let everyone down."
She looked around at the expectant faces and nodded slowly. "I'm in."
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Surprisingly enough, nobody has asked Brooke, Lucas or Nathan about the pregnancy rumours, and Brooke was beginning to relax, laughing along with everyone else when they learnt that Tim's first crush was the 60-year-old math teacher, and that Bevin still had a crush on her geography teacher.
"If you could do anyone in this room right now Nathan." Some guy from the basketball team began "Who would it be?"
The group awaited his answer, giggling between girls who whispered Brooke, and others who whispered Peyton.
He smiled a little and locked eyes with the newest addition to the social scene. "Haley."
There were sounds of shock, and biting of lips among those who were waiting for Peyton's reaction, knowing fine well that her and Nathan used to be an item of sorts, and that they still had something.
"Haley." Peyton begun sarcastically. "Tell us the truth, did you buy that ugly-ass poncho or has someone made you wear it from the dares last night?"
Brooke narrowed her eyes at the curly blonde who leant back in her seat, looking every inch pleased with herself as Haley blinked back the tears that were pricking in her eyes.
"No I didn't buy it, and nobody made me wear it from the dares." She replied. "My mother knitted it for me."
Brooke made a mental note to take Haley shopping at the weekend, and to also tell her that sometimes, she needed to either lie, or come up with a better line than the truth.
"I didn't think someone blind could knit." Peyton giggled maliciously, cocking her head as Brooke sat forward in her own seat.
"Drop it Peyton."
The group turned their heads to Brooke as she locked eyes with her former best friend.
"Your turn Brooke." Tim announced.
She was about to open her mouth again to speak when Peyton cut in. "I think we all want to know this one." She looked around at the other teens, taking it upon herself to get some confirmation of the rumours flying around the school. "Who's the father of your baby Brooke? Tell us the truth."
Lucas looked at Brooke, just as Nathan did, only, she couldn't see. Her head was bent and her mind was working most definitely too fast as she tried to think of something to say.
Even if she was pregnant, she would have no idea who the father was. And after telling Lucas the baby was his, she could hardly then say Nathan. However, if she did say Lucas, it would only confirm Nathan's suspicions that she was lying about him getting her pregnant.
"I'm not…." she trailed off, looking up a little, and as she caught Lucas' eye with her own, that small stab of something making her body feel weaker ran through her. "I…"
"C'mon Brooke, answer the question." The blonde urged, still smirking, although unaware of the real truth.
Everyone's eyes were on her to make matters worse, and she really, really felt like she was going to throw up.
Luckily enough though, the handle for the door shook, and the supervisor walked back in, coffee in one hand, paper's tucked under his arm.
"This doesn't look much like studying." He scanned the room, picking out the students that had turned their chairs around so they were facing the back row.
"It's called group study sir" Tim said. "We all test each other and learn things that we don't know together."
The tall man squinted his eyes at them, but silently nodded, and then told them to sit properly at single desks.
Brooke was eternally grateful to the man, and offered him a small smile as it dawned on her that tomorrow's detention was likely to be the same thing. Even if she didn't come to school, the rumours and questions would be unavoidable.
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"Brooke!" Lucas shouted from inside his car across the parking lot. She was walking faster than he had ever imagined someone being able to walk without it turning into a run. Her head was down and he guessed it had something to do with detention.
"Brooke!" He shouted again, louder this time in order to get her to stop.
The rest of the students that had accompanied them in detention watched as she got into the silver Mercedes, which sped off at an alarmingly fast rate considering the entrance and exit from the parking lot wasn't wide enough for more than one car at a time.
"Why didn't you just say?" Lucas enquired. "We're going to have to tell everyone at some point when they see your stomach's not flat anymore.
"Are you trying to tell me I'm fat?" Brooke spat, clenching her fists as Lucas slowed down for a red light.
"I meant they're gonna see you're pregnant."
He watched her turn away as he said it, and it then crossed his mind. "I'm not the father am I?"
She bowed her head. "Lucas I…"
"Save it." He replied coldly. "I can't believe I even fell for it. I should've known better with it coming from you."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"How many guys have you slept with Brooke? Was I the first one to tell you I'd be there? Is that why you decided to trick me?"
"I..I wasn't trying to…"
"God, I wish Peyton was here right now to get her answer." He shook his head as Brooke chocked on her own anger.
"This kid is going to be seriously screwed up with you as it's mother."
"There is no baby Lucas!"
He almost stopped the car as she screamed at him. "There is no baby okay, I'm not pregnant. So you're not the father, and neither is anyone else."
"I don't even know if you're lying right now." he said coldly.
"I'm not lying okay? I went to the doctor and he told me I wasn't pregnant."
"So why lie in the first place?"
"I didn't….I…"
He stopped the car outside of her house and reached across to open the door.
"Lucas just listen…."
"Get out." He cut in, not even daring to look her in the eye.
"I'm sorry."
"Me too."
He wasted no time in driving off, leaving a shaken Brooke standing at the end of her driveway, praying that he would drive straight back and let her explain to him. But she'd waiting fifteen minutes, and he hadn't returned, so she turned, walking defeated towards the house where, as usual, nobody was home.
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Detention rolled around all too quickly the next day, and up until now, Lucas had been able to avoid Brooke, as had Haley with Nathan. Whether he had been joking the previous day, or been serious, she now had absolutely no time for the jerk, even if she did feel something for him.
It was the same supervisor as the day before, and Tim high-fived some other guy as they realised the truth game from yesterday could continue.
Before making her way to the classroom, Brooke paid a quick visit to the bathrooms, barely making it into the cubicle before she threw up, her eyes watering as her throat burned. Unaware that Peyton was reapplying mascara in front of the mirror, Brooke flushed the chain and leant against the wall, closing her eyes as she prayed for the supervisor not to leave the room during detention.
"You're not even pregnant and you're throwing up." She said softly to herself, getting her balance before opening the door to see Peyton looking at her in the mirror.
"See ya in detention" She smirked, snapping her bag shut as she glanced quickly in the mirror before leaving the bathroom.
Brooke splashed cold water over her face, grateful that she'd decided to wear waterproof mascara today, in case of such an emergency that involved either throwing up, rain or crying.
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"You're late Miss Davis." The supervisor told her, looking at his watch and then back at her. She mumbled a quick apology before opening her bag to take out her books.
"Game time." Tim announced as he watched the guy walk down the corridor, a smile appearing across his face as he realised that there might be a cat fight today, the thought of it turning him on. "Who's in?"
Most of the students were all too eager to finish off where they started the previous day, telling Tim that they were in as they waited expectantly for both Brooke and Peyton to announce their partaking.
"I'm in" Peyton was the first, followed by Lucas, who stole a glance at Brooke, before Nathan agreed to join, waiting for Haley to say she was to playing too.
She looked at Brooke, who noted that the girl was wearing jeans and small heels today, teamed with a new-looking green shirt that accentuated her chest. Brooke gave a small nod, and they both announced they were in, figuring that maybe she could clear up a few things with Lucas.
"Peyton, why do you hate Brooke?" Lucas asked, surprising everyone that he had included two of the people that he was supposedly friends with, if you could call it that.
"She's a cheater."
A few puzzled looks were exchanged between people who were unaware of Brooke sleeping with Nathan.
"I didn't cheat, you guys weren't even dating." Brooke spoke up. "He was fair game."
"Just like Lucas?"
"Ooooh" Tim begun saying, rubbing his hands together before Nathan smacked him over the head.
Brooke stared at Peyton until she finally broke the silence asking "Tell the truth Brooke, are you pregnant?"
This was the question they'd all been waiting for, it was what Lucas had wanted to hear her answer ever since the previous night when he'd regretted driving away. Nathan looked up from the desk to watch Brooke, wondering whether they'd ever get their answer.
Holding Lucas' gaze, she answered quickly "No, I'm not pregnant" before inspecting her nails, wondering about whether to get them painted candy pink or fuchsia. Nathan nodded, smiling a little to himself as he'd started to doubt his own judgement after Brooke and Lucas had seemed so cosy over the past coupe days.
"So you lied to Lucas?" Peyton continued. "Made him think that he was the father."
She chose not to answer, but instead focused on Lucas, whose eyes hadn't left her own.
"But you told Nathan that you were pregnant." She fake frowned. "You seem a little confused Brooke."
She could hear them all whispering and talking in hushed voices after Peyton's response, which admittedly was the truth, but a bitchy way of telling it all the same.
"My turn to ask a question." Haley began, trying to help Brooke out as she'd done for her the previous day.
"Go ahead." Peyton leaned back a little, content to watch Brooke shift uncomfortably in her seat as the students continued to whisper.
"Why are you jealous of me Peyton?"
"Jealous?" She laughed it off. "A little up your own ass wouldn't you say Haley?"
"Then why do you have that half-constipated, half - pissed off look on your face whenever I talk to him?"
Brooke smirked and winked at Haley across the table, wanting to jump up and hug her. A few nods and comments of 'nice' could be heard from the boys, who had started to look at Haley as potential dating/hook-up material.
"I'm not jealous."
"Ah ah Peyton" Brooke wagged her finger "We're playing truths. You have to answer the question. Why are you jealous of Haley?"
The blonde thought for a minute, wondering what she could say that wasn't the truth, making her sound stupid and pathetic.
"Because she has the guts to wear her cheerleading uniform thinking she actually looks good in it."
The room was silent again and Brooke flashed an apologetic smile at Haley, who for a moment, had beaten Peyton.
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Brooke and Haley walked together after detention was over, each realising that right now, the other was the only one they could count on.
"I want to quit the squad Brooke" Haley told her.
Or not.
"Why?"
"I can't do it okay? I can't do a pyramid, I can't do the stupid parties where everyone gets wasted and sleeps with the first person they can find, and I sure as hell can't do this whole bitch thing."
"Really? Cos you seemed kinda good at it today?"
"Why'd you hate Lucas so much man?" Tim asked Nathan as they made their way to the gym in order to catch up on the practise they had missed.
"Game time's over now Tim." He replied quickly "we're not playing any more."
"But you never got asked any questions."
"Yeah well, that was then and this is now. You gonna shoot some hoops or not?"
As they made their way through the doors, they saw Lucas running lay-ups as Whitey gave him advice on how to be faster, more accurate.
"Guess not."
"Now that" Nathan began "That's why I hate him."
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