Brooke flipped her hair as she walked into school. Lately, people had been nicer to her and were paying more attention to her than normal. One would think that it was because of her new wardrobe and appearance. In reality, it was because she was dating Lucas.

She jumped as someone placed a hand on her shoulder. She turned around to see Johnny, the guy that Lucas hated.

"What are you doing here? You don't go to this school," Brooke asked.

He grinned, "I heard about prom, wanted to know if you wanted to ditch the pretty boy and come with me."

Brooke scoffed, "Johnny, please, go away."

"Why?" he asked as he stepped closer to her.

She was getting really uncomfortable now. There was no reason for him to be here, he was the enemy. He played basketball for our rival school. Not to mention, he was Brooke's ex. They didn't have the longest relatioship, but the did date. Sure, he was still hot and had a nice car, but she loved Lucas.

"What's your angle?"

He chuckled, "Angle? No angle. I just want you to go to prom with the total package, not with some loser."

Before she could speak, Lucas was storming towards them. This was going to be far from pretty.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Lucas roared as he got in between the two.

"Just talking to Brooke—"

"My girlfriend."

"Yes, if you are into labels," he snapped. "As I was saying, I was just telling your girlfriend that she is going to help me in math."

Brooke cringed as he winked at her, "The hell I—"

"No, she's not," Lucas hissed.

Johnny smirked, "You see, Lucas, my dad works with her dad. Do you know what that means? It means that if I fail math because Brooke can't help me, her dad is screwed."

Brooke sighed. There was no way getting around this one. She knew that she had to do it before her dad lost his job.

"Friday night," she mumbled.

He smiled, "See you there, gorgeous."

Lucas yoked him up by his collar and slammed him into the locker. Johnny was smiling the whole time. He wasn't scared of Lucas Scott. "If you ever call her gorgeous again, I will beat the living hell out of you."

Lucas dropped him angrily. He grabbed Brooke's arm and pulled her into an empty classroom and slammed the door shut.

"Ow!" Brooke said as he released her. her arm was red where he had just cut off her circulation.

"You are not going to hang out with him!" Lucas said as he pointed at her.

Brooke raised a brow, "Why not?"

"Because, you're not."

"Lucas, I have to. His dad works with my dad and that's a bad situation for my father if I don't help Johnny. I know that you don't want me to, but I have to do it," Brooke said as she placed a hand on his shoulder.

He shrugged her off, "I don't want you to be alone with another guy."

Brooke giggled, "Lucas, you're jealous!"

Lucas shook his head, "I am not!"

"You don't want me to hang out with Johnny alone because you don't want him to sweep me off my feet," she teased.

He glared at her, "Brooke—"

"Lucas, I love you and I promise that we will be no more than two hours. We will even study somewhere public!" Brooke said, hoping to relieve him of his worries.

He pursed his lips, "I trust you, but not him."

"Understandable."

"I swear, he touches you and I wi—"

"He's not going to!" she kissed him before he could say anything else. He had no reason to worry.

She tapped her pencil against the table repeatedly. Johnny was nowhere to be found and this was cutting into their two hours. Brooke pulled out her phone, but shoved it back in her pocket as she saw Johnny.

"Sorry, this damn place is a maze!" he said with a laugh as he took a seat across from her.

Brooke noticed he didn't bring anything with him, "Where is your stuff?"

He chuckled, "Come on, Brooke, you didn't really think that I needed to have help."

She felt dumb. She should have known that this was not going to be a tutoring session. Johnny was just as smart as Brooke. He was an exception to the popular male stereotype.

"Well," she stood up and collected her papers, "I am leaving!"

"Sit down, Brooke. I just want to have a little talk," he said as he motioned towards the chair.

She didn't know why, but she did. "What could you possibly want to talk about, Johnny?"

"Have you been accepted anywhere yet?"

"My letter from Harvard should be here," Brooke said as she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

"I got accepted to harvard. I am going to start so I can be a lawyer," he beamed.

"Well, you're good at pulling shit out of your ass," she said dryly.

Harvard had always been her dream, like any other nerd with ambition. The last thing she wanted to know was that Johnny was going to be there with her. Lucas was going to officially go off the deep end.

"Lucas isn't good for you, Brooke."

She scoffed, offended, "That is none of your business!"

He sighed, crossing his arms, "Brooke, I know what kind of guy, he is."

"What kind of guy is he?"

"The kind of guy that has had more hookups than you have had dreams about Harvard, the guy that only cares about himself and not enough about you," he snapped.

Angry tears welled in her eyes, "You don't know what you are talking about."

"You slept with him?"

Brooke smacked him in the face and walked off. She turned around to face him. He was rubbing his cheek. "No, I haven't slept with him."

Brooke walked out of the library in a huff. She was outraged that he would even say that to her. She hadn't thought about having sex about Lucas or the fact that he had sex with other girls.