The weekend flew by pretty quickly; tomorrow we are leaving to go back to Tree Hill. Surprisingly, Rachel and I actually got along pretty well. Except for the occasional name-calling, but that's sort of our thing.

Is it weird that I have a thing with someone else that isn't Peyton?

Of course it's not weird. It's fine, actually! Friends have things all the time.

"Could you think a little quieter? I'm trying to sleep." Rachel whispered, cutting through my thoughts.

"If only you knew what I was thinking…" I mumbled.

"What?"

"Nothing…I'm just wicked sore from today's drills."

"Oh! Want a special Gattina shoulder massage? I am so good at them."

Before I could protest, she was out of her bed and jumping on mine. I reluctantly sat up and she began massaging my shoulders.

Damn, she was good at this. "Mmm…You are good at these."

"Told ya!" Rachel smirked. God I love that smirk.

With that thought I leapt off my bed and scrambled to the bathroom door. She looked at me with a confused expression.

"Uh…bathroom." I said as I pointed to the door and rushed into the bathroom. I slammed the door shut and sat on the toliet seat. Was Rachel Gattina just flirting with me? Oh this is so bad. All we've done this weekend is either somehow touch each other or get into trouble.

"Okay girls, listen to these rules. They will help you not only control your squads, but also keep them safe…" The cheerleading coach rambled.

Rachel leaned over and whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my body. "Am I the only one hearing blah blah blah?" We burst into laughter and for some reason that really pissed off the coach.

"Something funny? Gattina, Davis?"

"Actually, yeah, hence the giggling." Rachel cockily replied, sending us into another fit of laughter.

"Well you can laugh all you want in the hallway. Go to lunch early you are no longer apart of this section of the clinic."

We walked into the hallway and hit the elevator button. "Way to get us kicked out."

"Hey, it was your fault for laughing so damn loud."

I scoffed. "Right, that was my fault. Will you ever forgive me?" I asked mockingly.

Rachel looked off into the distance and put one hand on her heart. "Maybe one day I'll be able to." She said it so seriously I couldn't help but laugh.

"Whatever. You're such a goof." We walked into our hotel room and Rachel started to freak out.

"Bug! Ewww." The redhead stomped on it with her foot.

"Rachel! You murderer!" I teased.

"What? I sent it to a better place. Technically, I'm a helper." Okay, that had to be the funniest thing she said all day. I can't help but get the giggles when I'm around her.

"Brooke? Are you okay? You've been in there for like, twenty minutes."

"Fine." I called back to her.

"You better not be puking because I don't feel like holding your hair back."

Just to get her to stop talking I swung the door open. "I'm fine, see?"

"Yeah…I see." Rachel's voice got dangerously low. She stepped closer to me.

"What…are you doing?" I managed to choke out.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Damn it. I knew she was flirting with me.

She leaned in, her lips literally a centimeter apart when my brain kicked in.

"I'm sorry. I can't do this to Peyton." I got out of the bathroom and immediately went to bed.

FOOL

"Brooke!" Peyton squealed as I walked in through her bedroom door. Ha. Peyton squealing is kind of funny. It's a rare moment. It's like seeing Tommy Pickles being afraid or Angelica being nice.

Okay, anyway.

She pulled me in for a hug. "God I missed you B. Davis."

Honestly, I hadn't missed her. Rachel had kept me…occupied. Does that make me a horrible person?

"I missed you too P. Sawyer." She lifted her head off my shoulder and kissed me slowly. It turned into a heated make-out session.

She guided us to her bed and began kissing down my neck.

"Oh Rachel…" I moaned.

Oh shit. Can I please take that back?

Peyton's head immediately shot up. "Are you kidding me?" She started ranting and storming out of her own house.

"Peyton wait! You didn't let me finish my sentence!"

"It doesn't need finishing Brooke. It was a moan not a sentence."

"Okay, fine. Innocent slip of the tongue!"

Peyton scoffed. "I knew this would happen. Ever since that skank moved here I just knew she liked you. I could tell by the way she looked at you. Let me guess, you guys had a romantic weekend. I bet there wasn't even a cheer clinic!" She stormed through the door and got into her car.

"Peyton, please! Just calm down!" I hit her car window but she drove off anyway. Great.

FOOL

Normally when I have problems I go to Peyton, but considering my problem was Peyton, I drove to Haley's house.

I quickly told her the story about what happened with me and Peyton and how Peyton obviously overreacted.

"Uh huh."

"Well thank you Tutor Girl. Uh huh really clears things up for me." I shouldn't be nasty to Haley but sarcasm loves to come around when I'm upset.

"Did you apologize?"

"She didn't give me a chance! She just drove off!" I said throwing my hands up.

"Do you like Rachel?"

"What kind of a question is that? I'm with Peyton."

"Doesn't mean you don't like Rachel. Why did you say her name, Brooke?"

"Are you trying to confuse me?"

"Are you trying to avoid my questions? Just be honest with me, Brooke. I won't judge you."

"Okay, okay." I huffed and sat on the side of Haley. I leaned over and put my head in my hands and she wrapped a comforting arm around my shoulder.

"I haven't been able to get her out of my head lately. So I was kinda thinking about her when I was making out with Peyton."

"Well that's okay. It doesn't mean you don't love Peyton still. Everyone has fantasies once in a while. I mean I'm married to Nathan but that doesn't mean a certain Scott brother doesn't pop in my dreams every so often..."

"Ew!"

Haley laughed. "Just go apologize to Peyton, maybe have a nice romantic night or something."

Yeah, maybe Haley was right. "Good idea!"

I hopped in my car determined to find Peyton. First place to check: Tric.