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Brooklyn Davis felt like she was Hester in the Scarlet Letter. Everyone was staring at her as if she had the letter A embroidered on her shirt.

Taking a deep breath, she decided to sit down in a vacant spot on the bleachers. She looked at her best friend, forcing a smile on her face.

"Why do I feel so out of place?" Brooke muttered to her best friend.

Haley offered her a small smile, "'Cause we nerds never go to basketball games. Plus, we get to see your boy play basketball."

Brooke blushed, "He's not mine, Haley."

Haley scoffed tossing aside a piece of lose hair, "Brooke, two kisses in two days? Are you really that dumb?"

"Kisses don't mean anything. I'm only here to get the explanation—which I deserve!" Brooke said dramatically.

At this point, she was beyond frustrated. Lucas had been throwing her curve balls and now that she knows how she feels, it's time to find out his feelings. For reasons unknown, she really liked him.

Brooke's hazel eyes scanned the court for Lucas as the game was about to start. She froze, motionless. Peyton was hugging him and being super affectionate.

Catching Brooke's gaze, Haley turned to her friend, "She's such a slut."

Brooke gave a small, fake laugh, "Yeah."

Haley groaned, "If Lucas wanted Peyton, don't you think that he would have had her?" Brooke gave Haley the "He-had-her" look. Haley shook her head, "Well, he wouldn't b kissing you if he had her."

Brooke exhaled sharply, offended. She stood up and stormed out of the gym. She didn't care that the game had just started. Where did Haley get off saying that? Weren't friends supposed to butter you up not kick you in the face?

"Brooke!" Haley screamed chasing after her friend.

She kept her head high and continued to walk down the hallway. Finally, Haley caught her arm and jerked her back.

"That came out all wrong!" Haley explained. Her eyes filled with tears of regret and sympathy.

Brooke crossed her arms and sighed, "Whatever, Haley."

"Brooke, I would never say that and mean it that way. I just meant, why would he mess with you and kiss you, if he was with Peyton. He's a player but I don't think he is stupid enough, nor smart enough, to be a cheater. We all know that his dumb ass would get caught if he tried!"

Brooke burst out laughing, "I love you, Haley!"

"Whoa, let's not get mushy here. But, I love you too, Brookie Cookie," Haley said in a kiddy voice.

Brooke's face turned serious, "Call me 'Brookie Cookie' again and I will cut you."

"I can't believe that we won!" Haley gushed as she tossed her bag over her shoulder.

Brooke nodded in agreement, "We played an amazing game! The way we came back was so epic!"

Haley giggled, "Well, where are you meeting Lucas?"

"I'm gonna wait by the locker room for him. I will call you when I get home?"

Haley nodded, "Bye!"

The two friends hugged and Brooke watched as she left. She smiled and began to walk towards the locker room.

Her stomach felt like a little boat on the water, rocking viciously. Finally, she would have the answers to the questions she desperately needed.

She turned the corner and came to an abrupt stop. Peyton and Lucas were kissing. Brooke felt her heart stop and the world was spinning around her. After a second, Lucas pushed her off him hard.

"Peyton!" he snapped angrily.

Lucas glanced up and saw Brooke. He sighed. Brooke turned the corner and began to flee the hallway.

"Brooke!" Lucas chased after her. Nearly cramping up from all the running and energy he was exerting.

He caught her waist and spun her around to face him, "Brooke—"

"Do you like her?" Brooke snapped. Her hazel eyes began to gloss. The tears began to fall.

Lucas walked up to her, placing a hand on each of her shoulders, "No! Brooke, she kissed me."

She shook herself out of his grip, turning to face him, quietly, "How am I supposed to believe you?"

He exhaled sharply, "You just are supposed to believe and trust me! Brooke, why would I have done everything I did if I was interested in Peyton?"

"Cause you are a flirt!" Brooke snapped. She wiped her eyes and ran her fingers through her hair.

The hallway was silent. Brooke and Lucas exchanged glances between themselves, and the floor.

Brooke sighed slowly, "Why did you kiss me twice?"

"I wanted to!" he said stepping closer to her.

"Just because?" she interjected.

Lucas shook his head, "I wanted to kiss you because…well…because…"

"Forget it, Lucas," Brooke said quietly shaking her head. he was no different than the boy that she pictured.

"Wait!" Lucas said loudly, "Brooke, I like you and that scares me….alot."

"It scares you because im a nerd?" she snapped offended.

Lucas shrugged, "No, because I never have feelings for girls…other than…you know what kind of feelings im talking about. But, when I started talking to you and saw how pretty you looked when you got dressed, it threw me off track. Brooke, I just haven't had a girlfriend in a long time."

Brooke smiled, "But what about Peyton?"

He chuckled softly, "Peyton, she's a different story, okay? Trust me, Peyton is just a friend."

"Different story?"

"I don't want to talk about it," he said quickly, "But believe me when I say, that I want to be with you."

Brooke smiled, "You, the most popular guy in school, wants to date the biggest nerd in Tree Hill High?"

He paused for a moment, almost contemplating what to say. Lucas had never fallen for anyone that was smart or wasn't a typical popular kid, but there was just something about her that made him wanna try.

Lucas walked over to Brooke, pulling her closely to his chest, "I want to be your boyfriend, and only your boyfriend."

Brooke pulled away just enough to look into his eyes, "Are you asking me?"

Lucas chuckled, "What is with you damn girls and being all proper?"

They laughed for brief second before returning to their embrace.

"Brooklyn—ughhh-"

"Penelope."

"Ahh, yes! Brooklyn—Penelope—Davis, will you go out with me and be my girlfriend?" he asked in a deep voice.

Brooke grinned, "Of course, Lucas—insert middle name here—Scott!"

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