One foot in front of the other, she told herself as she braced herself for walking down the hall. Sure, she was nervous. She was in four inch heels, hooker heels, as she liked to call them. She pulled her dress down so it wasn't too high up her thighs.

Here we go…

She entered the hallway, knowing that Lucas would be at his locker talking to his best friend. She spotted him. Show time.

Brooke walked briskly, making sure she bounced in all the right places. She pretended not to see him even though she felt him staring. She heard him walking fast to catch up with her.

A loud thud made her jump. She turned as she heard a profanity and a painful groan.

"Lucas!" she yelled as she rushed over to him. She helped him to his feet.

"I'm fine!" he said quickly, fixing his rumpled shirt.

"You know, you should really watch where you are going," she joked. Brooke offered him a small smile as she turned to walk.

He laughed, "I was but you distracted me!"

Brooke exhaled sharply, "What!"

He blushed as she turned to face him, "You look smoking….oddly."

"'Oddly?" she repeated. Brooke placed her hands on her hip, "You told me I could never be hot! I hope you are eating your words!"

He chuckled, "Doesn't mean your gonna get any!"

She giggled; she felt like she was on a different level, "Well you wish that you could get this. Otherwise, you wouldn't be acting like a little kid in the candy store, eyeing me up and down, and getting hit with a door because you were checking me out."

Brooke stepped closer to Lucas, in a sultry voice, "I'd say you'd tap this in a heartbeat. But, sorry, sweetie, I'm not as easy as these other girls."

She walked off, not looking back at the boy who had made her life miserable. Brooke smiled. "I knew watching all of those chick flick movies would come in handy!"

"What the hell are you wearing?" Haley asked as her best friend sat next to her. "Or, should I say, 'What the hell are you selling?"

Brooke giggled, "Do you like it?"

Haley raised a brow, "Should I be concerned? Did you hit your head or something? You look like a skank!"

Brooke scoffed, "I'm wearing a dress and heels, classy. I am not looking like I'm cheap!"

Her friend rolled her eyes, "Whatever you say, Brooke. Is this all for a guy?"

Brooke burst out laughing, "A boy? Really, Haley? We have never had boyfriends and they have never been a factor!"

She smiled, "True. I was about to say, what's his name!"

Brooke giggled, "No, there is no guy in my mind."

She pulled out her notebook for the class; it looked a lot like Lucas'. She smiled as she remembered the look on his face when he saw her.

"Miss Davis?" a voice boomed.

Brooke jumped out of her skin, "Yes?"

Her teacher, Mrs. Armstrong, folded her arms scowling, "Where is the rest of that dress?"

Brooke raised a brow, "This is my dress."

"You're not covered and I am afraid that you have violated the dress code!" she announced as she went to her desk to grab a pink slip.

Brooke scoffed, "I am covered! My ass isn't hanging out of my dress!"

She froze. She just cursed at her teacher. Oh, no, she was dead! Brooke looked at Haley, begging for help. Haley laughed and shook her head. Brooke ran her fingers through her hair.

"Come get your slip and get out of my class," she said handing Brooke a slip. She placed a hand on Brooke's shoulder, whispering, "Brooke, don't lower your standards for a boy. Find someone who loves you for you, not a cheap hooker."

Brooke groaned irritated. Why does everyone think I'm dressed like this for a boy? I Brooke Penelope Davis am not all dressed up for a boy!

She entered the tiny room. She wanted detention to fly by. After all, this wasn't fair. She took a seat in the back.

"Well, isn't this a Kodak moment?" a voice chuckled.

She furrowed her brows, turning around, "Leave me alone, Lucas!"

He cocked his head to the side, "Where's the fun in that? I mean, just yesterday you were preaching to me about how you were better than me. Yet, here we are in detention together."

"Why are you here anyways?"

"Skipped class," he answered quickly.

Brooke rolled her eyes, "Wow, star basketball player skips class."

He grinned, "How come I never see you at the games?"

She shrugged, "Why should I go? I wouldn't enjoy myself."

Lucas pulled out his jacket and handed it to Brooke. He noticed her rubbing her arms as she was sitting under the vent, freezing.

Brooke gave him a small smile, "Thanks."

"Why are you here?" he asked as he opened his notebook.

"Apparently, it seems I violated dress code thanks to you!"

He scoffed, "Thanks to me? I didn't make you dress like a Hoochie Mama!"

Brooke giggled, "Hoochie mama? And yes you did! You said that I couldn't look hot!"

"Yeah, I did but I didn't say come to school looking like that!"

She groaned, "I wanted you to eat your words. Which you did and you were wrong, I do look hot!"

He began to write, keeping his eyes on his notebook, "You are wrong."

She exhaled sharply, "What!"

He looked up at her, "You are wrong. You don't look hot, you look beautiful."

Lucas closed his notebook and slid it into his back pack. He stood up and looked at her for a while, "Bye Davis."

She raised a brow, "Where are you going? Detention is not over yet!"

"I've got practice. Plus, the guy watching us is asleep."

Brooke turned around and laughed. Sure enough, he was out cold. She grabbed her purse and followed him out of the classroom.

"If you hate me so much, why did you dress up for me?"

Brooke rolled her eyes, "Prove you wrong."

He chuckled, "Didn't work, Davis. Back to the drawing board on this one."

"What the hell is she doing here?" Nathan yelled as he walked up to the pair. He eyed Brooke up and down. "Ditched the nerd look? I like."

Lucas shoved Nathan, "Be nice, alright."

Nathan laughed, "You're crazy man. She's a nobody."

"Nathan, go to practice and I will be there in a second. She's with me, so no crap. Alright?" Lucas said sternly.

Nathan shook his head and exhaled sharply, "Man, you need a reality check. She has no friends, no life and is a loser. Get a grip!"

Nathan walked away. Lucas turned to Brooke giving her a small smile. Brooke shook her head and ran to her car, tears began to fall. He chased after her but it was too late, she was already in the car gone.

"Fuck me…" Lucas mumbled.

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