The car came to a slow halt as Chris pulled up the curb. They were at the house where the party had been last night, and Brooke had, as usual, left her car. They came to a full stop and Brooke began to unbuckle.

"This was fun," she said, giving him a small seductive smile.

"More than fun…" he said looking into her hazel eyes. He smirked at her and she realized this is why she loved her walls sometimes. She'd never see this guy again, and maybe it was for the better.

"I hope I can see you again," he said suddenly, his face becoming serious.

Brooke gulped uneasily and pushed a fake smile. "Yeah, hopefully. Well, I gotta go! Call me!" she said before darting out of the car.

Okay, so maybe she would see him again.

She walked toward her car a few feet up, but not without Chris realizing he didn't have her phone number. He got out of the car and ran up to her.

"I don't have your number. I wanna call you, babe," he said as he pulled out his phone. Brooke gulped again and restlessly punched her number in. She smiled at him again and stepped into her car. She rolled the window down.

"Bye," she said as she began to drive.

"Bye!" he called after her before stepping into his own car.

Brooke drove for a few minutes before she got bored of being alone. She wondered if Chris would actually end up calling her and although she didn't mind if she did, she'd prefer if he didn't… unless it was a booty call. Otherwise, he wasn't her type.

But Brooke, what guy is?

She made a U-turn and decided to go hang out with Peyton for a little while. For some reason, she wanted to tell her the details of her time with… Lucas. He was such a cool guy and she definitely wanted to hang out with him again, with Chris or without Chris in the picture.

She pulled up to Peyton's house and stepped out of the car. She adjusted her t-shirt so that Larry Sawyer, Peyton's dad, wouldn't give her the usual "Brooke, if you dress like that, boys are going to think you're promiscuous" speech.

She opened the door without knocking or ringing the bell since you never had to at the Sawyer house. She walked up the staircase and toward her best friend's room.

"Peyton!" she said happily as she walked in. She and Peyton hadn't talked in a few days due to many circumstances (Chris and Papa Sawyer) and she was looking forward to seeing her best friend.

"Hey girlie," Peyton said as she spun around on her computer chair to face Brooke. Brooke plopped herself down across Peyton's queen sized bed.

"So wanna hear a secret? I'll tell ya… I was with the hottest guy ever last night and today," Brooke announced proudly. "Don't give me that look P Sawyer!" she said to Peyton seeing her roll her eyes. "This one was above even Brooke Davis standards."

"Gimme the dirty deats," Peyton asked as she collapsed backwards next to Brooke on the bed.

"His name was Chris and oh my, was this boy fine." Brooke fanned her face to prove her point. "We maybe fucked four times in the span of 3 hours, and then fucked again after I went out to lunch with his amazing roommate, Lucas."

"Ooh la la!" Peyton said and hit her playfully with a pillow. "But why may I ask were you out with his roommate? One boy not enough?" she teased.

"It's not like that! I was hungry, we tried… and failed, may I add… at making breakfast while Chris was still sleeping… I woke up so early, Peyt! You would never believe it… So, anyway, Lucas took me to his mom's café. You know Karen's Café? She owns that! And he's hilarious and smart and so funny and we just didn't stop talking the whole time we were together. And obviously, I got his number," she said giddily.

"Sounds like you had more fun with this roommate of his…" Peyton said furrowing her brow.

"Duh Peyton, that's because I talked to Lucas. Chris was more like… well every other guy I know and sleep with! Lucas and I bonded," she rolled her eyes to show how obvious the situation was.

"Bonded as in… you'll call him and have him in bed next time you hang out?" Peyton said seriously. As much as she loved her best friend, Peyton couldn't help but worry about her. She never let anyone in besides her, Haley and Rachel, and they weren't exactly boyfriend material. Peyton knew what a great girl Brooke was, but most others didn't see that side of her.

"Peyton, what is your problem?" Brooke said as she sat up.

"I just worry about you, Brooke! You sleep with all of these guys, I mean, I'm pretty sure you've even lost count, but you haven't had a boyfriend since 8th grade, and that was Tim. Look how he turned out! Don't you want to fall in love?"

Brooke crossed her arms tightly over her chest. "Maybe I don't," she said stubbornly.

"Well that really sucks, Brooke. Because being in love is amazing, and if you don't wanna experience that, then… you're really missing out on something great."

Brooke sighed. "I don't want to get hurt, Peyton. And you know that. I've seen Jake have to leave you and you crying for months after. I've seen how my parents ended up, fighting and throwing glass vases across my house. I've seen how couples end up when things end. It's not for me," she shrugged.

Peyton sighed heavily. "Okay Brooke, whatever you want. But for the records, even though Jake is gone," she sighed sadly. "I'd never take back my time with him for anything."

Brooke immediately changed the subject to how Karen's Café makes great food and how she couldn't wait to finally party with Peyton, since it was a Saturday night.

"I heard about this party at UNC, supposedly it's gonna be well-worth the hour drive," Brooke said with pleading eyes. "Peyton, don't even give me that look again! We're going. Rachel, too. I'm not so sure about Tutor Wife since she's been 'tutoring' Nathan, probably in the bedroom, a little much lately, but I'll call her. And don't you dare say no! We haven't spent time together in forever!"

Peyton sighed, a small smile playing on her lips. "Fine B… I'll go."

Brooke clapped her hands rapidly, a large smile planted on her face. "Oh yay! I have the cutest outfit! I'll even pick yours out too. I know, I am so nice," she said patting Peyton's head.

She bounced off of Peyton's bed and skipped toward her closet. Within two minutes, she appeared with Peyton's signature cropped leather jacket, a leopard tank top and a pair of dark skinny jeans.

"Voila!" she said happily holding the outfit up. "Now, go shower, throw this on, and do your makeup and by the time you're done I'll be picking you up. 'Kay, bye, love you!" she said throwing the clothing at her. She blew Peyton a kiss and dashed out of the room.

Brooke got into her car and drove home. As she walked to the door, she quickly called Rachel and Haley.

"I'll def be there Brookie," was Rachel's reply to Brooke's invitation.

"Count me in Tigger," was Haley's.

So, with the plans for her "quad" to finally hang out (which was code for get-really-drunk-and-make-out-with-numerous-sexy-boys) for the first time in what seemed like forever, Brooke hopped into the steamy shower ready to party.

But, as she washed the shampoo from her hair, her eyes pinched closed to avoid the foam, she couldn't help but wonder if Peyton was right about her walls.