Brooke fidgeted in her front row seat as the classroom began to fill up. It was only her second Clean Teens meeting and already she was ready to throw in the towel. Who was she kidding? Brooke Penelope Davis, a virgin? Born again, or not, permanent celibacy just wasn't her thing. She'd just have to find another way to change her life and Rachel would just have to find another way to get her amusement.

"Brooke," Shelly stood at the podium. "You're back."

"You seemed surprised."

"Actually, I am but it's good to have you back…I guess. I have something for you."

She reached below into a box and pulled something out, handing it to Brooke.

"What's this?"

"Here you go. Now it's official, right? You can't be a Clean Teen without your custom Clean Teens shirt."

Brooke's mouth fell wide open. It was the one thing Rachel had been teasing her about for days and the one thing she had been avoiding. But no more. There it was in her size in lavender and white that read CLEAN TEEN on the front and VIRGIN FOR LIFE on the back.

"Oh my…"

"Your membership guarantees you two of these. You have the option to buy tee shirts, tanks and hoodies at your own expense, of course."

"That's super but um, Shelly, I'm sorry. I have something to tell you. I…I can't accept this."

"What do you mean? Why?"

"I, um…"

She was smiling and stammering, looking for a diplomatic way to tell Shelly and her merry band of cohorts that their little cult sucked and that she had been tricked into attending their meetings. A Clean Teen, she wasn't. She liked sex. In fact, she loved it. She had been Brooking herself forever but only that could last so long.

"Say no more, Brooke. It's cool. I get it."

"You do?" Brooke frowned.

"Yes. Happens ever so often. Look, I can't make any promises but I'll try my best. You can exchange the lavender for orange or pink. That's all I've got for now. A shipment of yellow, red, blue and green should be coming in next week…"

"Huh?"

"The color. It's cool. Not me but I guess a lot of people are choosy about their colors."

Brooke sighed.

"Listen, Shelly, it's not the color."

"Then what is it?"

Brooke bit her lip. She was there by awful mistake, Rachel's dumb mistake and every minute she was there, it was a waste of her time and the club's.

"Okay, this is the deal," she began with a deep breath that was interrupted by the distraction at the door. "I can't accept this because, because….um, who is that?"

Shelly turned around and smiled.

"Oh that's Chase Adams. He's new here, a transfer student. He just started this week."

Brooke gulped. She had caught sight of the tall, dark haired, handsome hottie the day before when he had joined her History class. They had made eye contact and she had melted. It was a new face and it had been on the top of her agenda to find out everything about him. But she had got tied up and had forgotten. Suddenly her memory had been preciously jogged.

"Chase Adams, you say? And this Chase, um, why is he here?"

"The same reason as everybody else in this room."

"You mean, he, he's a virgin?"

"Duh."

Brooke made a face. What a waste!

"So he's an official Clean Teen?"

"Yeah."

"Since when?" Brooke inquired.

"Since yesterday when he joined," Shelly answered, slightly annoyed. "He saw some members around and he was interested. He came up to me and asked about joining. I told him about the club, what we do and what we stand for and he was all for it."

"Is that right?" Brooke licked her lips as she pulled the shirt over her head.

She loved Tree Hill High School but for the most part it was the same old crew since kindergarten. Everyone knew everyone, nothing was ever fresh or new or exciting. The boys there were just boys and either Brooke had already slept with them or they were wanting to sleep with her and she'd already rebuffed them for the hundredth time. That's what had drawn her to Lucas when they first met. It was a fresh face. He was mysterious and it intrigued her. Not much had been able to gather her interest due to recent events but a certain transfer student, had definitely caught her eye.

"What are you doing, Brooke?" Shelly asked.

"Getting ready for the meeting, of course. Do you need someone to take minutes?" she asked eagerly with a dimpled grin.

The newly dyed blonde frowned.

"Wait a minute. I thought you had something to tell me. Something about not being able to accept your shirt."

"Huh? Oh. Oh that. Yeah. You're right, Shelly. See, I couldn't accept my new shirt because, because, because…"

"Because?"

"Because I haven't paid my club dues yet!" Brooke blurted out on the spot. "Silly me."

With that, she dug in her purse and handed Shelly a 50.

"Dues are only 20."

"Consider it a contribution," Brooke said with a smile, managing to snag a desk right next to Chase.

"Thanks…I think."

The other members began filing in, waiting for the meeting to begin. A suspicious Shelly kept her eyes right on Brooke but Brooke couldn't have cared less. She had other things on her mind.

"Hi there," she whispered, crossing her legs and flipping her hair. "Haven't seen you around. You must be new. Is this your first meeting?"

He gave her a killer smile and extended his hand.

"Yeah. Hi. Chase Adams. I transferred."

"Well hello, Chase Adams," Brooke shook it. "Brooke Davis, student body President and Clean Teen. Welcome to Tree Hill, Tree Hill High and Clean Teens."

"Thanks. Um, I saw you around earlier but I didn't know you were a Clean Teen. You didn't have your shirt on and all. We have History together, second period."

"I remember you. Um, about the shirt…I must have forgot. Imagine that. Well, I have it now and that's the important thing, right?"

"Right," he agreed.

"So. How do you like it here so far?"

He shrugged.

"I like it a lot. It's not easy coming to a new place your senior year but the school is nice and so are the people. It's been pretty cool."

"Good to know."

"So you're Student Council President and with the Clean Teens? That's pretty awesome. You have a busy schedule."

"That I do and I love every second of it. By the way, I'm also co captain of the Ravens cheerleaders. I love to keep busy. What about you, Chase? You play any sports?"

"Nah. I do skateboard a lot, though. It's fun."

"Sounds dangerous."

"Not really. I'm sure you'd get the hang of it. It's not hard at all."

"Really?" Brooke's eyes twinkled. "Tell me, what do you consider hard?"

Chase thought for a minute.

"Calculus."

"Calculus?"

"Heck yeah. It's killing me but then again, I've never been very good at math. What about you?"

"What?"

"I bet you're a smart girl. You probably whiz right through it."

Brooke forced a smile as thought about her Calculus GPA, barely one point above the failing ratio and that was thanks to Haley who had been performing a miracle by tutoring her.

"Yeah," she grinned, telling a tiny, white lie. "I love math. I am math. It's a total breeze."

"Wow. Wish it was that way for me."

"It's not hard. You know, if you needed help, I'm around. I could look over your homework sometime."

Or she could show it to Haley.

"I couldn't ask you to do that."

"It's cool."

"You're a tutor?"

Brooke cleared her throat.

"Um, not like an actual, professional tutor in the school's Tutor Center but I, uh, you know. I do what I can. So if you ever needed help…"

"I'd like that. Thanks, Brooke. That's very nice of you. I mean, I hate to be a bother and all but I'm really struggling and I could use the extra help. You're so busy as it is and we barely know each other. I hate to ask."

"You didn't. I offered and the offer still stands. It's no bother. I'd love to."

"Really?"

"Really," she smiled. "It's a good deed and I can fit it into my schedule. Besides, it's always nice to make a new friend, right?"

He looked at her and nodded.

"Right. Thanks, Brooke."

She had her best beauty pageant smile on her face but inside she was kicking herself. What in the hell had she just done? What on earth had she gotten herself into? All she wanted to do was flirt and get in good with the new cutie. So he had been impressed by her. She'd had him right where she wanted him. Things were going fine and she'd had to take it a step further.

"You're more than welcome, Chase."

So in a matter of minutes she had committed to secondary virginity and being a math genius. Stranger things had happened, right? She closed her eyes knowing she had bitten off more than she could chew and that only one person would know how to get her out of such a mess. Rachel would love it and it was going to be a long ride home.