I just want to say a special thanks to Elena (Typokween) for helping me make this chapter what it is. Without you it would have been crap. lol It kinda still is, but it's less now. Anyways she's an amazing writer and if you haven't read her stories then you're crazy. Go read Broody and the Bitch. It's the best one out there right now. Anyways I'm rambling. On with the story. Thanks.

Chapter Eleven

Fed Up

Brooke wasn't sure what the word was that described the awful feeling inside her stomach. Whatever it was it was there and she didn't see it going away anytime soon. With a sigh, she trudged up the stairs and let herself into her best friend's room, like she had time and time before. She didn't bother to wipe away the tears that rolled down her cheeks or to rub a tissue under her runny nose.

This was her best friend, her other half. There was no use hiding her true feeling behind a facade of makeup and fake plastic smiles. Brooke was broken and no amount of lies or lipstick could hide that from the curly haired blonde two feet away. She could always see through the fakeness Brooke brought forth.

Upon hearing a noise, Peyton turned around on her bed to see who had come into her room. Her heart broke at the sight of her best friend in tears, quickly she sat up and held out her arms. "Oh sweetie, come here." she hugged Brooke tight once the broken brunette fell into her arms. "I take it things didn't go well with Nathan?"

Brooke scoffed into her friends chest." He won't even talk to me Peyt. What am I supposed to do?" she swiped a hand across her eyes as she cried.

"I don't know, babe. Maybe once he cools off he'll talk to you. He's just angry right now Brooke." She shrugged with her friends frail body still clutched in her arms.

Brooke pulled out of Peyton's grasp and sat up. "Angry isn't even the word to describe how he was. He hates me right now."

"I doubt that." Peyton cut in.

"You should have heard the things he said to me." she swallowed. "They were awful."

"He always says horrible things to you Brooke. That's nothing new." Peyton shook her head incredulously.

Brooke glared at her angry, "I really don't need to hear that right now."

"I know, I'm sorry." Peyton nodded immediately, "What happened? I wanted to go after you, but I figured you should talk to him alone."

"It wouldn't have made a difference." Brooke snorted and ran a hand through her hair, "He yelled, I cried. He name called, I begged him to forgive me. Then Lucas showed up and he left." She shrugged nonchalant.

"Lucas?" Peyton's brow rose, "What did he have to say about all this?"

"He yelled at Nathan and told him not to talk to me the way he was."

"Good." Peyton nodded her head in approval.

"No it's not. It made Nathan mad. He doesn't believe that what happened with me and Lucas was only that one time. He thinks we've been hooking up behind his back all this time. I wouldn't be surprised if he thought we've been laughing at him too. Lucas coming after me cemented all those wild ideas of his. I just know it." she closed her eyes and shook her head. "This can't be happening." Brooke bowed her head down into her hands.

The moment Peyton noticed Brooke's shoulders shaking she dove in to try and keep the poor girl talking, "Well what exactly did Nathan say?"

Brooke took a deep breath and came back up for air, "He called me a slut, a bitch, told Lucas he could have me that he was done with me and that I was a good lay."

"He's a jerk Brooke. The fact that he can say all that about you when he, himself cheated on you is ridiculous. Did you tell him you knew about that?" Brooke shook her head. "Why not?"

"Because he'd want to know how I knew and that would just piss him more off at Lucas."

"So what? Nathan needs to know you know he's a hypocrite."

"I don't even care about all that stuff. I just want him to talk to me." Brooke's face contorted with pain.

Peyton nodded. She didn't agree with Brooke's thinking, but knew it was better not to say anything. Brooke was hurting and the last thing she needed was a pushy best friend. "Then make it happen. Go over there and talk to him, make him listen. No matter what he says, deep down you know he still loves you. He wouldn't have reacted the way he did if he didn't."

Brooke sighed. "I just don't think he'll listen to me. I don't know how much more hurtful things I can take hearing from him. I know he has every right to hate me, but it still hurts."

"I know it does sweetie. I feel like this is all my fault." She set a hand down on her friends trembling shoulder.

Brooke's eyes narrowed with confusion, "How is this any of your fault?"

"First off, I left you with Lucas that night at the bar telling you to go for it and second, you and Nathan were about to leave tonight, but I made you stay. If I had just let you leave Teresa wouldn't have been able to say anything. She would have gotten over her stupidity once the alcohol was out of her system."

"She would have gotten over her stupidity? This is Teresa we're talking about. She's gonna be stupid forever." Brooke chuckled bitterly.

"True." Peyton had to agree.

"How did she find out anyway?"

Peyton shrugged. "I have no clue. Maybe she over heard us talking about it in the kitchen."

Brooke nodded. "That has to be it. There's no other way."

"Unless Lucas told her."

"No, he wouldn't have done that to me." Was Brooke's immediate response.

"If you say so. All I know is that Teresa is probably shitting in her pants right now, dreading having to face you on Monday. You better kick her ass for this Brooke. I slapped the hell out of her and so I can tell you it feels damn good."

"You slapped her?" Brooke smiled slightly, the corner of her mouth turning up at the thought.

Peyton nodded. "Yep, right before I told her you were gonna tear her apart."

"Thank you for that P. Sawyer. I love you."

"Hey, nobody is gonna hurt my girl and get away with it. Also Jake said it turned him on." she laughed.

"About that, what is going on with you two?"

She shrugged. "I don't know yet."

"Is he the reason you skipped practice that time to get a refill of the pill, you whore?" She nodded. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Well you were dealing with the with the whole brothers thing and then I didn't really know what we were doing so I wanted to hold off."

"But you figured enough of that and decided to just make out with him in public and let me find out for myself?" she smiled.

"Yep, that's pretty much it. I didn't want it to be this big reveal or anything. I just wanted you to know. You're not mad right?"

Brooke shook her head. "No, I'm too sad to be mad. What am I gonna do Peyt? I love him."

"He loves you too Brooke."

"He hates me." she reiterated.

"No, he's just mad right now." Peyton strived to reassure Brooke.

"How do I get him to talk to me?"

"Just go up to him and don't take no for an answer. He'll eventually see that he has to talk to you." She rubbed a hand up and down her friends back.

She nodded. "This is so fucked up."

"Cheating tends to turn out this way Brooke. Things get fucked up when it's revealed."

"I knew this was gonna happen. I was just praying it wouldn't."

"We'll get through this Brooke. I'll help you with whatever you need." she raised her hands and wiped away Brooke's fallen tears. "You're staying here tonight."she said with a voice that held no room for debate.

Brooke nodded. "Thanks best friend. I'm just gonna try to call Nathan. Maybe he'll pick up."

"Do you think that's a good idea Brooke? I mean I know I said to talk to him, but maybe you should wait until tomorrow."

"I don't know, but I have to at least try. I don't want him to think I don't care. That's a horrible feeling, trust me I know."

"Okay. I'll leave you in here for a few minutes. Hopefully he will answer." she smiled at the still distraught girl on her bed before she left the room.

Brooke scooted closer to the phone and took a deep breath before dialing his number with her trembling fingers. She wanted to call him, she really did, but at the same time she was scared to do so. She wasn't sure if he would answer and she wasn't sure what him not answering would mean. She wasn't even sure what she would say to him if he did answer. Apologize? She knew it was something she had to do, but would it be enough? Would anything she did be enough for him to forgive her? This was all so much to deal with, but still she knew this was all her fault. She knew once she told Lucas to keep what they did a secret it was wrong. It was bound to come out, things like that always did. The right thing would have been to sit Nathan down and tell about it then. Then maybe he wouldn't have freaked out about it the way he had. She should have just stayed the hell away from Lucas like Nathan asked, then maybe he'd believe that it was only that one time.

Nathan lied on his bed in the pitch dark and stared up at the ceiling. It was so quiet in the house. There were so many things going through his mind he felt as if everyone could hear them. This wasn't how the night was supposed to end. This wasn't how his relationship with Brooke was supposed to end. His relationship with Brooke wasn't supposed to end at all. It was like they said, they were supposed to get married. How had this happened? Was he to blame? Did he have any right to be mad at her? He cheated on her so what was the difference? The difference was that it wasn't with her sister. It wasn't with someone she lived with and had to see on a daily basis. It wasn't with someone who repeatedly set after him so openly. Lucas was always telling him he was gonna go after her. He couldn't believe Brooke didn't see it, but then again she probably had. She had to if they were still hooking up behind his back.

This all really sucked. The way he was feeling sucked. He wanted to hate her, but he couldn't. He loved her too much. That's why it hurt the way it did. That was why he had this ache in his heart that no matter what he did or tried to feel, it just wouldn't go away. He was a jerk, he knew that, but she was supposed to be different. She was supposed to be better than he was. She was his angel. She was the one thing that made his crazy life make sense. He knew he held her to these high, perfect standards, but so what? She'd always lived up to them. Yeah, they fought like crazy, but at the end of the day they always made up. He had a temper, he knew that, but she always forgave him for the things he said and did. Should he now be returning the favor the one time she needed it? Should he forgive her this one time since she'd already forgiven him numerous times?

He shook his head of all those thoughts. They were crazy. This was something he just couldn't forgive. He knew there was no way she'd ever forgive him if he messed around with Peyton. He had to get all this nonsense out now because come Monday morning she no longer existed. She couldn't exist if he wanted people to see that he was better than her, that he was strong. Even if he wanted to forgive her, which he didn't, he couldn't. People would think he was stupid and some kind of chump. So no matter what he was going to do what he had to do to stay on top. If it hurt her than so be it. She'd hurt him as well. She had him doing the one thing he never thought he would do. Cry. Nathan Scott didn't cry, yet there he was doing just that. So maybe they weren't crocodile tears, but they were tears just the same.

He took a deep breath and turned over wanting to see if sleep might be willing to over take him. While asleep he wouldn't feel as broken. It wouldn't hurt him. There was nothing he could do about any of this. It was now out in the open and everyone knew. He figured he might have been able to get over all this a little easier if he hadn't found out in front of the whole school, in front of the people that were constantly around him, the people that he knew had big mouths. He closed his eyes at the thought and grimaced as the phone beside his bed began to ring. He didn't bother looking to see who it was. No matter what, he didn't feel like talking to anyone. What would they say? They were sorry for everything that happened? He would get through this? They might even bad mouth Brooke a little thinking that was what he would want to hear, but it wasn't. He didn't want to hear any of it. He heard his voice say to leave a message. There was a moments pause before he heard her voice. It was as if she was contemplating saying anything at all. He felt both ecstatic and angry at the same time. That was what was killing him. He loved her and hated her. He couldn't feel just one thing for her. When it came to Brooke Davis he was a mix of emotions.

"Nathan, it's me. I know you hate me right now, but please pick up if you're there. Please." she begged trying to blink back her tears.

Nathan listened to her talk and he felt horrible when she began to cry into the machine. The one thing he hated was hearing her cry. He'd made her cry before and after that he swore he would never do it again. Promise after promise he made to and about her and promise after promise he broke.

"Please Nathan. I'm sorry. I'm so so so sorry. I know I made a stupid mistake with Lucas and I wish it never happened. I just..." she sniffed back a few tears, "I need you to talk to me. I need you to let me explain. This can't be it Nathan." she sobbed and paused to take a deep breath. "Okay...I guess you're not gonna answer. I need you to know that I love you. I love you so much Nathan." she repeated as her cries grew louder before she hung up.

Nathan let out the breath he didn't realize he was holding. He wanted nothing more than to pick up the phone and tell her it was all okay, but he couldn't. He couldn't bring himself to do that. It wasn't okay. Nothing was going to be okay again. She'd been with his jerk of a brother and he wasn't sure he could get past that.

Lucas stood outside Nathan's room. He'd been on his way to his room from getting a glass of water when the phone rang. Wanting to know who it was he stood and listened. The house was eerily quiet so hearing wasn't a problem. His heart began to beat a little faster when he heard her voice. She sounded so sad. It broke his heart. She begged Nathan to pick up, but he didn't. He couldn't be bothered to. She said he and she had been a stupid mistake that she wished never happened. Hearing that hurt. He had these strong feelings for her and the fact that she didn't feel the same was heartbreaking. Hearing her declare her love for his brother once again even though he couldn't stand her at the time hurt. All Nathan had done all night was bad mouth her, call her every hurtful name in the book. That wasn't love, but yet there she was still completely in love with him. Nathan was so lucky and he didn't even realize it. The fact that he could take her for granted and still have her wanting him was beyond him. Their relationship and the things surrounding it made no sense.

Brooke took a deep breath before she removed herself from her car and walked up the long pathway to the front door. After a moment of hesitation she rang the door bell. In no time the door opened and Dan stood in front of her. "Hey, Mr. Scott. Is Nathan here? I really need to talk to him. It's important." she said not allowing herself to do the one thing she felt the moment the front door opened.

Run.

Dan took in the appearance of the young girl in front of him. Never in all the years he'd known her had he ever seen her like this. She was clad in a pair of baggy Grey sweats. Her hair was in a messy bun and there wasn't an once of make up on her face. He could tell she'd been crying all night due to her red puffy eyes. At that moment he felt pity for her, but only for a moment because he knew she'd caused this herself. He cleared his throat before speaking. "I'm sorry Ms. Davis, but Nathan isn't allowed visitors. You need to turn around and go home."he knew he was being harsh, but she was the reason he had to break up a fight between his sons last night.

She should have known Dan wouldn't let her in to talk to Nathan. "Fine, what about Lucas? I'll talk to him instead." She begged shamelessly. She just needed to get into that house so she could find Nathan.

Dan shook his head with a chuckle. "Going back and forth with my sons I see. It's not gonna happen. Just go home."

Brooke looked at Dan as she noticed movement coming down the stairs. It was Nathan. He looked as bad as she felt. At that moment she hated herself even more for hurting him so much. "Nathan." she called out to him. No matter how scared she was at what he would say she needed to talk to him. She needed him to hear her out.

Nathan walked over to the door once he saw who it was. He looked down at her. She looked horrible. He could tell she'd been crying and it broke his heart. He wanted nothing more than to scoop her up in his arms and comfort her, but he couldn't.

Why?

Because it was all her fault.

He stepped in front of his father, his brows drawn and a scowl so foul it caused Brooke to take a step back. Without words or further acknowledgment he reached forward and in one fluid motion slammed the door in her face before he walked back up the stairs.

Dan looked out the window at the devastated brunette who made her way back to her car a sobbing mess. With the way Nathan reacted to her there was no doubt in his mind what was going on. Brooke was seeing Lucas behind Nathan's back and he had just found out. Things were going to get ugly. They always did when girls were involved.

Nathan stopped at the top of the stairs when he met Lucas on his way down. This was yet another thing on his list of things he didn't want to deal with today.

"So you're gonna play it like that huh? Just slam the door in her face. You don't even care that you're hurting her." Lucas shot out with anger. Nathan was being cruel to the one person he was supposed to love more than anything.

Nathan pushed him out of the way. "Mind your own fucking business Lucas." he said before slamming his door. Sure he could have beat Lucas' ass once again, but he really wasn't worth his time. The last thing he needed was to get grounded for even longer and be stuck in the house with this guy. He just wished that he would stop getting in his face about this. It was as if he was getting off at coming at him about Brooke.

Nathan opened the doors to the school with his head held high. He had to, no matter if he felt like shit on the inside. He was like the king around here and all eyes were going to be on him whether he liked it or not. And they were. This all made him sick. He pretended as if he didn't see everyone turn to him when he passed or the quick hushed comments that were made about him. "I can't believe he actually showed up. He's too good for her anyways. He doesn't seem too broken up about it." Were just a few of the things that made it to his ear. He made it to his locker without having anyone stop him. Maybe the kids at Tree Hill High had actually done some growing up this weekend and knew not to come up to him with all this.

"Damn Nate it sucks that that loser brother of yours is shagging Brooke." Tim said shaking his head.

Maybe not.

"Shut up Tim." Nathan snapped.

"Look dude, I know your pissed and all, but don't take it out on me. I'm not the one screwing her." Tim defended himself.

"Tim, I seriously suggest you leave right now before I physically remove you myself." Nathan's death glare was enough to cause even the cockiest boy to back down.

So it came as no surprise when Tim nodded before walking off.

Nathan took a deep breath. Tim was his best friend, but sometimes he really wondered why. He shouldn't have been surprised at his comments. Tim was always like this, not an ounce of decorum. He stiffened slightly as he felt her presence behind him. It was as if his body was attuned to hers. It was as if God was playing with him now, making all his sense heightened when it came to her. Never had he been able to feel her presence before. Maybe it was because he never really bothered to care, but now that they were apart he felt all these new feelings when it came to her, but he would never admit that to her or anyone, not even himself. He had to be strong. He wished she'd have taken his hint yesterday. There really wasn't any other way to interpret slamming a door in ones face. He continued to look in his locker as if not knowing she was behind him. Maybe this time she's take his hint.

Brooke knew he was ignoring her. She saw him tense for a second before going along with what he was doing. She thought about just walking away. She really didn't want to do this here, but he wouldn't talk to her. She was afraid that if she walked away or left him alone that he would take that as her not caring. So she sucked it up and prepared herself for the worse, hoping it wouldn't come to that though.

"Nate." she called out hoping to get him to face her. She watched him stiffen before once again rummaging through his locker. "Nathan look at me. The least you can do is talk to me."

That comment forced him turn to her. "The least I can do is talk to you?" he repeated. "The least you can do is leave me alone." he couldn't believe she had just said that to him, like he owed her anything.

"I don't want to leave you alone Nathan. I love you. Just talk to me. Let me explain." she said finally taking in the sight of him. Her gaze fell to his right eye. It was black and blue. She reached out her hand instinctively and ran her fingers lightly over the discolored skin under his eye. "What happened Nate? Are you okay?"Why hadn't she noticed this before?

Nathan closed his eyes for a second as she lightly touched his face. It was as if none of this stuff happened. That's what he wanted, for none of the stuff with Brooke and Lucas to have happened. He took in the feeling her touch gave him for a moment before all his senses came reeling back. Those hands of hers had probably touched every inch of Lucas as well. He stepped back out of her touch. "Don't touch me. Don't act as if you care."

"It's not an act Nathan. I do care. Don't ever think that I don't. I love you. I wish you would just believe that."

"Shut up Brooke. I'm through playing games. There's no need. I know the truth. You're just a liar."

"I know you're angry with me..."

Nathan cut her off. "Angry? I am not angry. Not at all."he said while shaking his head." I just want you to leave me alone. I don't know how else to say it Brooke. I can't even stand the sight of you anymore. Seeing your face literally makes me sick." His scowl hardened.

Brooke closed her eyes and let the tears fall. This was not what she wanted to happen, not with everyone watching them, but she couldn't help it. His words broke her heart. They hurt her so much. She wanted to be strong and tell him to fuck off, but she couldn't. It was as if her heart and her mind were at war with one another, and yet each time this played out her heart came out triumphant. She loved him too much. "Why do you always say such hateful things to me?"she needed to know. She needed him to know that he hurt her so much with only his words.

"Why were you sleeping with my brother behind my back?" Nathan shot back. He knew he was being cruel to her by saying all that he was and the only way to make it okay was to remind himself of what she'd done, that she deserved everything he shot at her.

"I never slept with him Nathan. We kissed one time. Once I knew who he was I hated myself for what I did." Brooke fought to make him understand.

Nathan scoffed. "Right, like I believe that. You two were always together."

"That's a lie." Her voice took on a whole new tone, one that set Nathan back a step.

"No, it's not." He fought to keep his cool, "I'm not the lying cheater here, you are." He snapped.

Brooke shook her head. "Do you really want to go there? Do you really want to say that?" she watched him look at her intently. "I know about the whore you messed around with while I was in Paris. You stand there all smug like and paint me as this horrible person in front of everyone."she motioned to all the people who stood planted watching their confrontation play out." When you yourself did the same thing. You never told me about it so I guess that makes you a lying cheater as well."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Nathan blatantly lied to Brooke's face.

"Are you really gonna stand there and try to deny it? It's not the first time either. Just because I never said anything didn't mean I didn't know about it." Her voice grew dim, her fists clenching at her sides.

"Well at least it wasn't with your sister." Nathan threw a curve ball.

"I didn't know he was your brother." Brooke found herself repeating for the hundredth time since the entire disaster had taken place.

"It doesn't matter Brooke. We're done. I can't date a slut and that's what you are. Are you gonna go after my father now? Keep it all in the family." He dared to further taunt her, not seeming to care how his crude words affected her.

With no warning Brooke raised her hand and swung it across Nathan's face, "You are such a jerk Nathan Scott." she said shaking her head disappointedly as she walked away.

"Way to go." said Peyton as she fell into step with Brooke. "You're finally starting to stick up for yourself. What did he say to make you slap him?"

Brooke shrugged. "He just asked if I was going to go after Dan next to keep it in the family."

"What an ass." Peyton responded after picking her jaw up from the floor.

Brooke nodded. "Yep." she sighed heavily as she reached her locker. "I hate this so much. I miss him. I know he's a jerk, but I can't help my feelings for him."

"Brooke he is being so unbelievably ugly to you. I take back what I said. You need to stop going up to him."

"I know, but I just wanted him to let me explain." Brooke sighed into her locker.

"And did he?"

"No." she frowned.

"And he won't. He doesn't care about the truth. He only cares about what he believes is the truth and he believes you were sleeping with Lucas all this time."

"I know, that's why I need to explain."

"Then you're asking for it. You're practically asking for him to put you down. Leave it alone and leave him alone." Peyton said struggling to keep from shaking her friend by the shoulders.

"I don't know if I can Peyt. I love him. Being with him is all I know. What am I supposed to do now?" she sobbed. This whole thing was throwing her for a loop. She was acting and doing things she'd never done before. She'd never in all her years cried in front of everyone at school. That wasn't who Brooke Davis was.

Peyton brought her into a hug. "You're supposed to stand on your own. Be your own person. Do this for you Brooke. Forget about Nathan."

Brooke nodded knowing that was easier said then done. There was no way her feelings for him would go away just because everyone around her said they should.

Brooke bent down for a drink of water. She quickly jumped up when she felt someone hold her hair back for her. "What are you doing Lucas?"

"Same as you, on my way to practice, but I got thirsty." He shrugged and gave a coy smirk.

"What happened to your lip?" Brooke's brow rose curiously.

"Nathan happened."

Brooke nodded. "I figured as much. What happened?"

"We just got into a fight the night of the party. He can't stand me. It would have probably been worse if Dan hadn't stopped us."

"So Dan knows?" Of course he knew. That would explain his behavior toward her the other day.

"Not about why we were fighting. He grounded us forever though. I'm surprised Nathan didn't tell you all this himself." he said fishing for information on the subject of her boyfriend without wanting to be noticeable. He heard about her fight with Nathan this morning. He heard it had been brutal. He wanted to see if she'd tell him about it on her own.

"Nathan isn't even talking to me right now Luke, well unless you consider calling me a disgusting slut that makes him sick a conversation."

"He said that to you?" Lucas asked shaking his head. Nathan really was a jerk. "What did you say?" He hoped she told him off.

"I slapped him."

"Good for you." Lucas smiled, happy that she wasn't taking this like his brothers little lap dog.

"Everyone keeps saying that, but it still hurts like hell. I don't want any of this. I just want him back." she wiped at a stray tear that had fallen.

Lucas looked down at the mess of a girl in front of him and felt his heart break. He couldn't understand how she could still love Nathan and want him back after all the horrible things he'd said to her. Instinctively he held out his arms and pulled her to him. "It's gonna be okay Brooke." he said as he ran his fingers through her hair.

"Well isn't this cozy." laughed Nathan as he walked down the hall toward the gym with Tim and Zack.

Brooke quickly pulled out of Lucas' arms. "Nathan, this isn't what it looks like."she swallowed hoping he'd believe her.

"Save it Brooke. I don't give a damn." he walked past them before turning back around. He patted the wall next to him. "It's not outside in an alley, but I'm sure this wall will do." he said with a laugh along with Tim and Zack before they disappeared inside the gym.

"That's the guy you miss and love?" Lucas questioned incredulously.

"Shut up Lucas. He's just mad."

"No he's just an ass. Quit making excuses for him. He just told me take you up against this wall like some whore while he and his friends laughed. How you can still love him is beyond me." Lucas held up his hands.

"You're right it is, and you're part of the problem Lucas." She poked a finger to his chest.

"What?" Lucas set his arms down at his sides.

"I think you should stay away from me." Brooke whispered.

"Are you serious?" Lucas could barely believe what he was hearing, certainly the girl was on the verge of some sort of mental melt down.

She nodded. "Yeah I am. Nothing good could come from us being friends. Nathan will only end up hating us more."

"Why do you care what he thinks? He obviously doesn't care about you at all." Lucas found himself blurting out.

"You see that right there is why we can't be friends. I don't need to hear stuff like that. Nathan is a jerk. I know that, but I need to get over him in my time, nobody else's."

"I know that Brooke, but you let him treat you like shit and you just take it. That's not love. He doesn't love you. He was only with you for appearances sake, because he thinks that's what is expected of him. You're crazy if you think otherwise." He'd had it. He knew he was acting just like Nathan and telling her all these hurtful things, but he was on the verge of losing her and he just needed to make her see what he did. She just needed to see what was staring her in the face.

Brooke for the second time that day swung her hand and connected with his cheek. "You know nothing about my relationship Luke. Stay the hell out of it." she spat.

Lucas shook his head. "Fine. If you want to continue to get treated like a door mat then do it, but I won't stand by and watch it happen." he said as he walked away.

"I didn't ask you to." shouted Brooke as she watched his retreating form.

Nathan shot the ball as he warmed up. He stopped when he heard his name being called. "What?"

Barry walked over to him. "Dude I just saw your girl with your brother and it looked pretty heated. She still screwing around with him?"

Nathan shrugged as if he could care less. "I don't know or care for that matter. I dropped her ass."

"Good for you." said Barry as he patted his back. "I know if my girl cheated on me I wouldn't just drop her ass I'd kick it. No broad is gonna do that shit to me. I'm not gonna be embarrassed because of her trick ass."

Nathan nodded not really sure what else to do. His friend had just admitted he'd hit his girlfriend. No matter how angry he was at Brooke hitting her never crossed his mind. "I need to talk to Tim." he said as he walked away from the guy. He watched Lucas enter the gym looking angry. Now him he could hit. He looked up to see Brooke come in as well. He caught her eye for a second before he turned away. God he missed her like crazy.

Peyton looked up from the cardboard sign she was cutting and handed Bevin the pair of scissors back as she watched Brooke walk over to her. "Hey, what took you so long?"

"I was talking to Lucas and then Nathan showed up." Brooke began to explain.

Peyton's eyes widened. "What happened?" Trouble seemed to be finding its way to Brooke a lot as of late.

"The usual, he called me a slut. Then Lucas and I got into a fight and I slapped him."

"Wow, you had a busy day today. You slapped both brothers."

"They both deserved it. I told Lucas to stay away from me and he practically told me I was stupid for thinking Nathan ever loved me."

"He said that? I thought he was supposed to be the nice brother." Peyton wondered aloud.

Brooke shrugged as she spotted Teresa entering the gym. "I can't believe that bitch actually showed her face here."

Peyton turned to see who she was talking about. "So what are we gonna do?"she smiled.

"This." said Brooke as she walked over to Teresa.

Teresa looked up to see Brooke walking toward her. She took a deep breath. "Look Brooke before you say anything I'm sorry. I was drunk and feeling destructive, but I..." she was cut off by the swift contact Brooke's hand made with her face. She held her now throbbing cheek in her hand. She couldn't help but notice all eyes on her.

Brooke turned to Peyton and smiled. "You're right. That did feel pretty damn good." she quickly turned back to the girl she'd just assaulted. "If you're too big of a twit and can't tell by now your ass is off the squad."

"You can't do that Brooke. I did nothing wrong. I deserve to still be here just as everyone else."

Brooke scoffed. "No, what you deserve is for me to kick your ass up and down this gym, but I'll settle for you getting the hell out of my face. I'll say it again, you're done here."

"Look just because I had the courage to call you out doesn't give you the right to pull rank. If you're mad at me than fine. I don't care, but you can't kick me off because of Saturday night Brooke. If you don't want your skanky behavior broadcasted then maybe you should stop doing skanky things."she said through gritted teeth. She knew the last thing she should be doing was pissing Brooke off even more, but if she was going to lose her position on the squad she wasn't going to go looking like an idiot.

"You bitch." Brooke hissed taking a step toward Teresa. "Don't you forget honey, this is my squad. I make the rules."

"She's right Brooke." Nathan came in on Teresa's defense.

Brooke shot him a glare. "Don't you dare stick up for her Nathan, not after what she did." she said shaking her head.

"What she did?" he questioned. "Don't you mean what you did? All she did was let me in on the secret I should have known anyways."

"Stay out of this Nathan." Brooke warned knowing exactly where this was going.

"Then leave her alone." Nathan challenged.

Teresa grinned at Brooke, loving the fact that Nathan was sticking up for her against Brooke. She turned away from her with a smug look on her face.

Brooke fumed as Nathan stood up for Teresa. She wanted to throw something when Teresa smiled at her and she wanted to kill her when she turned and walked away from her. She looked around for something she could use. Her eyes landed on the pair of scissors Bevin still held. She quickly went to take them and walked over to Teresa who had her back to her. Brooke grabbed Teresa by the hair and waited for her to yell in pain before she lifted her hand and ran the scissors over the ponytail. She clamped down on the scissors and in one swift slice cut the whole pony tail off.

Teresa turned to look at Brooke with her eyes and mouth wide open. "What the hell did you do Brooke?" she looked at the hair in Brooke's hand. "Oh my God!" she cried. "You crazy bitch. You cut my hair off."

Brooke smirked at her and threw the hair in her face. "Yeah, you're lucky that's the only thing I cut. Now get the hell out of here before I show you just how much of a crazy bitch I really am."

Teresa looked at her and down at the floor where her hair lay. She reached back and touched the back of her head. "I hate you."

Brooke rolled her eyes. "Yeah, well I feel the same. Get out." she yelled the last part. Brooke watched Teresa turn and leave the gym on the verge of tears. She turned back to her squad and saw them all looking at her with eyes wide. "Why don't you all pick your mouths up off the floor and start stretching. Don't piss me off any more than I already am." she snipped the scissors in the air before walking off the court. She needed to take a breath. Sure she was acting all strong and confident, but on the inside she was a wreck. She felt like she would break down at any moment.

"Dude, I can't believe you did that." laughed Peyton as she walked over to Brooke. "You're such a bitch. Now this is the Brooke Davis I love and miss. You stay this way. Don't take anyone's shit anymore." she continued to laugh. "Did you see the look on Nathan's face when you cut her hair? I bet you scared him shit less. He now knows how good you are with scissors. If he ever pisses you off snip snip." she motioned with her fingers.

"I can't believe Nathan stuck up for her." Brooke spoke shaking her head, Peyton's words hardly registering in her mind.

"He's just pissed right now Brooke. He'll get over it." Peyton rubbed a hand up and down Brooke's arm.

"Will he?" she questioned.

Peyton shrugged, she figured she should be honest. "He might not, but even if he doesn't, is that such a bad thing?"

Brooke clenched her eyes, "I don't want to keep having this same conversation Peyton. You know how I feel about it." She opened her eyes to stare into Peyton's deep blue ones.

"Then we won't. You'll just have to wait to see what happens. Now lets go back to practice you crazy bitch." Peyton winked.

Brooke let out a small laugh and linked arms with Peyton as they made their way back to the squad.

If everyone continued to believe she was a crazy bitch, than by god Brooke Davis would show them just who they were messing with.