Brooke Davis woke up in a different mood, entirely. Normally, she would wake up, brush her hair, through something on and head out the door. That was, and had been, her routine for seventeen years. Today, she showered and straightened her hair, spent thirty minutes deciding what to wear, she put on makeup and was now on her way to school.

She parked in her normal spot. Quickly, she pulled down her mirror and checked herself out one more time. Brooke tugged her pink plaid shirt down. She loved the way her dark wash jeans and brown boats contrasted with her shirt.

"Wow, dating royalty and Brooke Davis makes herself hot!" Haley taunted.

Brooke rolled her eyes, "I always had this, Haley! It's not like I got a boob job or anything!"

"Oh…you didn't?"

"Haley!" Brooke snapped with a laugh. "I just got a different bra!"

"Why would you get a different bra the day you go out with Lucas?" Haley stared at Brooke intensely. Brooke averted her eyes to the floor. "Oh my god! You are not going to sleep with him are you?"

Brooke glared at Haley, "This is ridiculous! I am going to class; I will talk to you later!"

Brooke stormed off into school. She was not going to be judged or interrogated for another second by her best friend. How dare Haley assume that she was going to put out because she got a proper bra! Brooke just wanted to find her boyfriend and talk to him.

She entered her English class which they shared. She was the first to arrive. Smiling, she took a seat in the middle. Normally, she would sit in the front—and Lucas in the back—but she figured that this would be a great compromise.

Lucas entered the classroom with his normal posse: Peyton, Nathan, Skills, and Tim. He gave Brooke a small smile and followed his friends to the back.

Her stomach sank. Weren't boyfriends supposed to sit with you? She stood up and walked towards him.

"Hey," she said chipper.

The group exchanged glances. Nathan and Tim chuckled as if Brooke had made a joke. Peyton crossed her arms and inched closer to Brooke, trying to intimidate her. Brooke stared into Lucas' eyes.

"Aren't you gonna sit with me?" Brooke asked him.

Peyton giggled, "Why the hell would he sit with you?"

Brooke looked at Lucas waiting for some kind of defense or reaction. Lucas didn't move and didn't say a word. Her eyes filled with bitter disappointment. She turned around and rushed to her desk, opening her book.

Maybe, everything he said was a lie and he was a joke. Brooke wanted to go home and wipe the makeup off of her face. No sense in trying to impress someone who doesn't even acknowledge you.

At last, it was the end of the day. The bell rang and Brooke rushed to her car like a horse at the derby. She just wanted to go home and watch some I Love Lucy episodes.

"Brooke," Lucas sad as he rushed towards her car. Brooke opened her car, giving him the same silent treatment that she had received. Brooke flung her backpack in the backseat.

"Please, just go back to your popular life and leave me the hell alone," Brooke hissed as she shut the back car door.

Lucas grabbed her arm gently, "Please, listen."

"It's funny, Lucas, you can make all these speeches when no one is around. You can act like the greatest guy in the world, when it's just us. At school, you're that asshole I've always hated," she snapped.

Lucas was taken aback, "You hate me?"

"Sure. I get dressed up and try to look unlike my nerdy self, all for you. In fact, I look pretty damn good. I tried to change myself so you would be respected by your buddies!" she yelled.

Lucas stood there in silence. He didn't know what to say to her. She never cursed and now she was…

"I love being with you when it's us. You are an amazing guy and we aren't that different. When I'm with you, I forget who I am labeled and the horrible parents I have, and I live. Yesterday was one of the best days of my life. I figured that today would be so much different…"

"I'm sorry," Lucas said softly.

"I thought if I tried to dress like someone 'popular' I'd be respected and you would acknowledge me. You ignored me like the plague all day!"

"Babe, I'm sorry," Lucas said as he stepped closer.

"Yeah, so am I Lucas. I can't do this anymore." Brooke said softly. She hoped in her car and drove off.

This time, she hoped he wouldn't follow.