Okay, so I wanted to add about the background information that Brooke should probably be in the popular group as her mother often made her have play dates with Nathan and people like that. She dresses and loks like them because that's how her mother brought her up. But after meeting Haley in kindergarten she became friends with her instantly and despite her mother telling her she was better than Haley and should become friends with the lovely Rachel girl she didn't want to and stayed friends with Haley. They were then bullied because they were outsiders and didn't agree or worship the popualar people like everyone else.
I do not own OTH, unfortunatly, because if I had Brooke and Lucas would be a power couple with three children (two boys and a girl)
"What goes around is coming back and haunting you"- Green Day, Platypus (I hate you)
Brooke had spent 3 hours, 36 minutes and 21 seconds shopping for what she called her 'plan popular wardrobe' but was really just another excuse to go shopping. Unlike Haley, Brooke dressed like the popular kids at school and she looked like the popular kids, but she just wasn't one of them. Haley hadn't worn a pair of high heels in her whole entire life (not even little plastic Barbie shoes with a tiny heel when she was little) while Brooke had probably started walking in heels. While Brooke like dresses and skirts, Haley was fine in jeans.
That was the difference between the two friends. Haley was comfortable in sweats and hoodies while Brooke only liked pretty dresses and designer jeans. She blamed it on the upbringing, Victoria Davis would never let her daughter be seen in anything that didn't look like it hadn't just come off the catwalk. It was a surprise, really, that Brooke wasn't one of the popular kids. She was pretty enough, rich enough and could flirt her way into many a club. But the thing that stopped her becoming one of them was that she didn't want to be one. She was more than happy with her best friend Haley (minus the fact of the bullying they were subject to.)
At this very minute she was admiring a pair of black leather Gucci high heeled ankle boots. They were six inches high and Haley almost fainted at the thought of actually having to walk in them. Brooke, though, seemed perfectly comfortable to prance around in them. Haley rolled her eyes, laughing as Brooke stood staring at her feet in the mirror and Brooke turned to her with wide eyes.
"Haley James I hope you're not laughing at these beautiful shoes, you might make them upset," Brooke crossed her arms over her chest and Haley found herself laughing harder.
"It's not like they can hear me," Haley answered as she crossed her legs as she sat on a chair in the shoe shop they were currently in.
"Don't say that, you're hurting their feelings," Brooke replied in a serious voice but a grin was slowly spreading across her face.
"You're crazy," Haley smiled and folded her arms across her chest.
"And you love it, Spears," Brooke responded as she came and sat beside Haley, slipping her feet out of the ankle boots and putting them on the 'yes' pile which was about five times bigger than the 'no' pile.
"Maybe, but I don't love it when you call me that," Haley narrowed her arms at Brooke.
"Sorry... Britney," Brooke laughed and proceeded to pull on the next pair of shoes.
Another two hours later, they pulled up outside Brooke's house in the Porsche her father had bought her for Christmas. Brooke had vowed never to use it saying that she'd much rather her parent's love than her parent's presents, but after watching the car on the driveway for a few weeks she'd thought she might as well use it because she'd never have her parent's love so why not use her parent's presents.
They got out of the car, both carrying mountains of shopping bags, and waddled up the path to Brooke's door (which took a good time longer than it would have if they hadn't had the bags.) Brooke then struggled to balance holding the bags as she went in search of her house key, when she fianlly found it she tried to stick it into the lock which took a couple of minutes. Once in the lock she managed to turn it rather swiftly (for the fact that she looked as if she'd bought everything in the shop with the amount of bags she'd had.)
Inside, they both dropped the bags with a loud sigh and walked into the living room, flopping down on the couch. They glanced at each other, both flushed after carrying the heavy bags, and smiled slightly. They sat in a comfortable silence for a couple of minutes (silences between the friends were never awkward.) Brooke broke the silence as she started to speak.
"I think I need to decide on my outit for school tomorrow," Brooke told Haley who groaned in response. Yes, the two friends were very similar on most things (favourite film, favourite music and generally their personalities -except the fact that Brooke was a lot more optimistic) but Brooke's love of clothes was a mystery to Haley.
"No. No way am I helping you," Haley answered and Brooke glared at her.
"Pleasee," Brooke begged while Haley shook her head, "You know, you look really nice today. Have you done something with your hair?"
"Flattery isn't going to get you anywhere," Haley rolled her eyes, pulling her knees to her chest.
"It was worth a shot," Brooke laughs and then it falls silent once again. Brooke doesn't argue the subject anymore but they both know in the end Haley will help Brooke. It always happens.
The next morning after having breakfast and a quick shower, she stood infront of the mirror blow drying her hair. After that she pulled it up into a pony tail, clipping her bangs away from her face. She pulled on a baggy navy and white striped t-shirt over her head. She tugged on a pair of dark blue jeggings and then she grabbed a black leather messenger bag and put it on her shoulder. Just as she was leaving she slipped her feet into a pair of black army boots and grabbed her leather jacket off the hook on the back of the door.
Usually, she drove to Haley's to pick her up or Haley would drive to her. But part of their plan was that they needed to pretend to not be friends. Brooke wouldn't be accepted in the popular group if she was still friend's with Haley. They'd think Brooke was just messing with them (which she was going to, but they didn't know that) and she'd never be welcomed into their group. So they'd created the cover up story that the friend's had fallen out when Brooke told her she was growing up and Haley wasn't growing with her.
She got in her car and drove to school with the radio on loud. She pulled the car into the parking lot and got out, locking her door behind her. She scouted the school for Haley automatically before realising that she wasn't 'supposed to be friends with her'. Her eyes did lock on Haley despite this. Her friend was walking into the school at this exact minute, all on her own. Brooke felt something inside her twitch and she wanted to go hug her friend or something because she didn't want her to be on her own. She tried to push this aside but it was still wriggling around in the back of her head.
She switched her bag to the other shoulder and started walking towards the school, trying to ignore all thoughts of how she was going to cope without Haley. She pushed open the door to the school and walked inside. She wandered over to her locker and put some books inside before walking to the notice board where there were usually advertisements for clubs (and most importantly- cheerleading.) She signed her name on the list and scanned it for when the auditions were. They were today after school.
She didn't really have much idea what she was supposed to do until then. She couldn't just walk up to them at lunch and say 'hi guys' and be suddenly best friends with them. She sighed and made her way to the girl's bathroom before the first insult would be thrown her way.
She pulled on the pair of black sports shorts before bending down to tie the laces on her sneakers and then stood upright again. She sighed before standing in the queue to get ready for her cheerleading audition. She heard a lot of 'oh my God, that was terrible' and despite the fact she didn't actually care about being on the team she was starting to get nervous. Her name was called and as she walked up she tried to block out the voices of Rachel, Bevin and Theresa who were on the judging panel. She couldn't though and words like 'what the hell is she here for?' and 'OMG this is going to be hilarious. The ugly bitch, cheerleading? I want to put it on you tube.'
Rachel pressed the play button on the little radio on the desk they were sitting behind. Brooke sighed deeply and started by doing a toe touch and went into a back hand spring. She did a cartwheel forward before swivelling her hips for two counts. Once she did that she did a few arm and dance movements. She jumped and landed in the splits. Once she'd finished she stood and watched as all three cheeleaders sat there with their mouths open.
"Wow..." Bevin breathed out and glanced at Theresa who was sat beside her.
"As much as it pains me to say this... You're actually pretty good," Rachel told her with her eyes slightly wider than usual.
"I think we just found our next cheerleader," Theresa sighed, "Unfortunatly it's you."
"Yeah... This doesn't mean we like you though," Rachel replied with a warning look.
"Oh... I wouldn't expect you to like me. You're jealous that I'm better than you," Brooke sent them a smirk before walking off. The three girls looked at each other and groaned.
"Why did skanky have to be good at cheerleading?" Rachel sighed as she looked to the other two cheerleaders.
Brooke left the gym with her bag over her shoulder as she started to walk down the hallway to her locker. She pulled out her books and placed them in her locker when she saw the basketball team exiting the gym after practice. She sighed and started to walk past them. Lucas would probably make some kind of insult to her as she walked past. He always did. Nathan usually did as well but she knew that he'd probably be with Peyton at this second and be more interested in her than Brooke. She'd have to get used to it, she would be spending a lot more time with them in future if their plan worked.
"Oh look, it's the freak. Isn't it a bit late for you to be out? Shouldn't you be doing your homework or something?" Lucas yelled to her as if on queue. She sighed.
"Yeah... I'm still waiting for you to finish my Spanish homework, dork," Shouted another guy who she didn't know.
"Yeah, me too. When will you give me my History homework?" Lucas added and Brooke stopped walking.
"How about never? Is never good for you?" She answered with her eyebrows raised high.
"No not really. It's due tomorrow," Lucas stopped walking as well and turned to her.
"Why can't you do it yourself? Oh yeah, you're too dumb," Brooke crossed her arms over her chest and narrowed her eyes.
"At least I'm not a nerd like you," Lucas narrowed his own eyes and sent her a glare.
"At least I'm not going to be stuck in this hell hole all my life cleaning toilets," Brooke uncrossed her arms and let them fall to her sides.
"Can you read the future or something mystic Brooke? Tell me my future mystic Brooke," Brooke inwardly told herself 'at least mystic Brooke's better than freak'.
"Well... You'll get a job here as the janitor or something and the rest of you," She turned to the basketball team who'd stopped walking in curiosity, "Well you'll probably be unemployed in a rundown flat or working minimum wage at some shitty job."
"Come off your high horse, Brooke. You're going to be working in the same shitty jobs we are," He replied and Brooke laughed.
"I'm not the one who has a lower IQ than a goldfish," She rolled her eyes and turned around to walk out of the school and to her car where she'd drive to Haley's and tell her about the recent activities in their plan.
So yeah, I'm sorry I'm not a cheerleader so that routine wasn't exactly professional. If any of you are then feel free to send me a routine to replace it. And I'm also not very good with insults so that scene between Brucas wasn't very good. Hell this whole chapter wasn't very good. So you can also send me any insults you have.
Thanks for reading,
Lucy xx