Surprisingly, Peyton wasn't at Tric. It's usually the first place she goes if she isn't home. I decided to check the River Court and there she was. She was lying down in the middle of the court facing up towards the stars.

"Mind if I join you?" I asked as I sat down beside her.

"Yes."

I rolled my eyes without her seeing and tried to grab her hand. She violently jerked back without a word.

I sighed. "Baby, I'm sorry."

"Don't 'baby' me."

"What do I have to do to get you to forgive me?"

"I don't know. Maybe you should ask Rachel for some advice."

I've never really been good at this whole apologizing thing. So, I did all that I could think of. I leaned down towards her and began kissing up her neck.

"Peyton…" Kiss. "Peyton…" Kiss. "Peyton…"

I picked my head up for a moment before bringing my lips down to hers. I broke away after a minute or two. "See? I know and love who I'm kissing."

Peyton looked like she was about to kiss me again before pushing me off. Her eyes looked so distant…so hurt.

"Listen Brooke, before I say anything else, I just want you to know I don't want to break up."

My heart dropped. This can't lead to anything good.

"But I need some space, okay? Kissing me can't solve everything. Just let me be alone tonight and we'll have lunch at school tomorrow, okay?"

A night alone? I can give her that. I got up and started walking away before I heard her call out to me.

"Hey Brooke…There's one more thing I want from you…I don't want you to see Rachel anymore."

"What? Peyton that isn't fair! She's a good friend of mine. And what about cheerleading?"

"Brooke it's completely fair! You're the one who said her name while we were making out!" Peyton shouted harshly. I drew back and instantly saw her soften.

"You can talk to her only during cheerleading. I think that's fair Brooke."

"Fine." I didn't like it and I didn't agree with it. But if it's what it took to stay with Peyton, I was willing to do it. Well, at least try.

FOOL

Oh my gosh! Trigonometry blows. Like, big time. It doesn't help that I haven't seen Peyton all morning and that I've been trying to avoid Rachel like she's a disease. It's all just making me anxious.

Finally the bell rang and I walked into the hall to my locker. And surprise, surprise. Guess who's waiting for me at my locker? None other than the cheer bitch herself.

"Hey. You look hot in that uniform." She said huskily as I open my locker and throw my Trig book inside.

"Yeah, well you don't look so bad in it yourself, Gattina." As soon as I said it I spotted Peyton down the hall and quickly grabbed Rachel and thrusted her and me inside of the nearest closet.

"Ew. This is just disgusting. I didn't think our first time would be in a janitor's closet, but hey. Whatever floats your boat…"

"Shhhh. This isn't funny! Look, I can't be seen with you or talk to you anymore. Peyton won't let me. Well, unless it's cheerleading related."

Rachel scoffed. "Phst. What did I ever do?"

"Well, I kind of…maybe…might have…said your name while we were making out." I mumbled. I felt my cheeks flush. I am Brooke Davis! I am not supposed to blush!

"Ha. Now why, would you do such a thing?" Rachel said leaning in closer to me. I had nowhere to go.

"Rachel…" I trailed off.

"Do I make you feel uncomfortable, Brooke?" She leaned in just a tiny bit closer.

I gulped. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing. We're just discussing cheerleading matters. That's all." She grabbed the end of my skirt with her hand.

"This skirt definitely does not show enough thigh." She pushed my skirt up a little, letting her hand linger on my thigh.

My breath hitched as she leaned and whispered in my ear. "There's so much intensity between us. Heat. We could be amazing together Brooke…" She began stroking her hand up and down my thigh. "We could be such a passionate tragedy."

I couldn't help myself. I finally gave in and kissed her. She responded so strongly that I ended up backed into the wall with no space in between our bodies. It got intense so quickly that I almost didn't hear the ringing of my phone.

"Shit." I stopped kissing Rachel but we didn't move our bodies. I flipped open my phone and read the text.

Brooke Davis! Where the fuck are you?

Instantly flashes of Peyton filled my head. Fuck! I totally forgot about lunch.

"Sorry…I gotta go…sorry…" I mumbled to Rachel as I fixed my skirt and ran out of the closet.

Huffing and puffing, I ran to our usual lunch table and was met with a very unhappy Peyton.

"You know, I said I wanted space, but it's common fucking courtesy to not miss dates."

"I'm sorry-"

"Yeah, Brooke. You're sorry. That's nice. You sound like a broken record. Where were you Brooke? And if you say with Rachel…"

"No, no. I was…" I racked my brain for any excuse. I know I shouldn't lie, but I don't want to hurt her anymore just because I am such a screw up. "I was in the bathroom with Bevin. She wasn't feeling well and she kind of needed me. I just lost track of the time…"

"Oh…" She looks so guilty for thinking I was cheating. I am a horrible person. "Okay. Want some French fries?"

FOOL

Here I am again, back at Haley's house for the second time in two days. Tutor-girl is a great confidant.

I paced back and forth. "Brooke, you are going to make a hole in my floor."

"Okay, so no judging, right?" I nervously played with my fingers.

"Right."

"I made out with Rachel." I blurted out.

"Oh, Brooke." Haley looked at me with such disappointment in her eyes I almost cried.

"Please don't be disappointed in me Hales. I don't think I can take that right now."

"Sorry…But you can't go around kissing other girls, Brooke."

"I didn't mean to! I just…I don't know! I can't think clearly when I'm around her and she is so god damn persuasive!"

"Well we need to figure this out. You can't have both."

"I know." I sighed in defeat and fell on to her couch.

"Tell me what you like about each one."

"Well Rachel is so fiery and exciting. Not to mention she's so sexy. We're the same. I think I'm in lust with her."

Haley nodded for me to continue.

"But Peyton is…beautiful and… broody. It's like she's my other half. We've been through so much together and I love her."

"There's one question that will solve all your problems, Brooke."

"Really? What?"

"Are you in love with Peyton or are you in love with your history?"