Thank you to alysef who gave me some insults. It means a lot to me.
I don't own OTH because if I did Peyton wouldn't exist. (Sorry to the Peyton likers. No disrespect. I just really, really don't like her.)
"Ready to get blood on my white tee"- Good Charlotte, The Fight
The next day was pretty much them same. Haley spent her lunchtime sitting in the library, reading and finishing her homework. Brooke tried to sit with the cheerleaders, failing in the process. She sighed and adjusted her plain white t-shirt before sitting on one of the benches with a huff. She smoothed down the nonexistent wrinkles on her high waisted denim shorts. She was wearing a pair of gladiator sandals on her feet and had a black, cropped jacket on over her t-shirt. A black leather saddle bag was lay next to her on the bench.
She pulled out her iPhone and scrolled through her contacts list before she found Haley's number. She pressed dial and after three rings her friend picked up. Brooke knew without her speaking that Haley was annoyed, she could sense these things.
"I'm in the library and you know phones are banned. What do you want?" Haley hissed and Brooke could hear a shuffling sound which was presumably her shuffling her papers around.
"That's a lovely way to greet your best friend of 11 years," Brooke rolled her eyes ans shifted on her seat, folding her legs in the process.
"Sorry... I'm just trying to finish my calculus homework and I don't get it," Haley sighed and Brooke could tell she'd probably put her head in her hands in frustration.
"You? Tutor girl not getting something? Really? It must be the end of the world or something," Brooke teased and she knew that Haley had just rolled her eyes without even seeing her.
"Shut up. I could say the same about you... You're in the top five in all your classes so you're not one to talk," Haley answered and Brooke rolled her own eyes.
"Whatever Hales," Brooke responded and Haley laughed.
"Got you there, didn't I?" Haley boasted and Brooke groaned.
"Shut up or I'll tell everyone about the time we watched Dracula and you peed yourself," Brooke told her and Haley shut up for a second.
"You wouldn't," She answered and Brooke stiffled a laugh.
"I would," Brooke nodded her head even though she knew Haley couldn't see her. This argument of 'you wouldn't, you would' continued for a good five minutes before it came to a pause.
"It was really scary," Haley said quietly.
"It was, sweetie, and next time we watch it I'll make sure you have a diaper on," Brooke laughed and Haley growled making her laugh louder.
They spoke for the rest of lunch before the bell went. Brooke hung up the phone and got to her feet, slinging her bag over her shoulder. She saw Peyton walking on her own up ahead and thought this was her chance. If she got in with Peyton she might become friends with Nathan who would introduce her better to the cheerleaders. She hurried up walking to fall into step with the blond who had her head phones in as she walked.
Brooke pulled out one of her headphones and asked, "What you listening to?"
"Not that it's any of your business," Peyton glared at her, clearly angry that she'd taken out her head phones, "But, I'm listening to The Cure's Boys don't cry. You probably won't have heard of it."
"And why is that?" Brooke crossed her arms over her chest and narrowed her eyes.
"Because you people are all the same. Listening to pretty little pop songs with a 'nice catchy beat'," She used air quotes before rolling her eyes, "Listening to those stupid songs that have no meaning whatsoever."
"Well you got me wrong, yeah? I know Boys don't cry off by heart. I had it stuck on replay for three weeks. Here I was thinking that Peyton Sawyer wasn't one of those judgemental people. Guess I was wrong," Brooke rolled her eyes and started to walk off. She hadn't been lying. She turned around, walking backwards now so she could see the blond who'd stopped walking, "See you round, Peyton."
With that Brooke continued to walk to class.
After a tedious hour of algebra, Brooke grabbed her bag from where she'd thrown it under the desk. She pulled it onto her shoulder and started to walk to the first cheerleading practice. She pushed open the door to the girls' locker room where most of the team were already there. She tried to ignore the glares and comments of 'what's that slut doing here?' as she made her way over to her empty locker at the end. She pulled on a pair of sports shorts and a tank top before slipping on her sneakers. After tying her laces and pulling her hair back into a pony tail she glanced around at the girls who were all talking between themselves.
Peyton was the last to arrive, which Rachel pointed out with a growl and 'next time you're off the team'. As Peyton dressed the girls all started to file into the gym. When Brooke walked past Peyton grabbed her wrist and Brooke stopped to glance down at the blond.
"Sorry about earlier," Peyton told her as she stood up after sitting on the bench to tie her lace.
"It's no big deal, seriously," Brooke sent her a smile and shrugged her shoulders.
"Thanks," Peyton smiled back and they both walked into the gym together.
An hour and a half later, Brooke exited the school after a tiring session of Rachel tearing her down at every opportunity, making snide comments and constantly insulting her performance even when she was doing everything right. The rest of the girls simply talked between themselves about her (rather loudly) and kept glancing over their shoulders at her in the process. Just as she was walking to her car, Peyton came running up to her.
"Hey," She breathed deeply, obviously getting her breathe back, "Do you want to come to my house? It'll only be you, me and Nathan. Lucas might be there if Nathan invited him but it won't be many people."
Brooke's eyes widened slightly, she hadn't expected that. They'd spoken a little in practice and joked around a bit but nothing more than that. But Peyton seemed nice so she shrugged her shoulders, "Sure. I'd love to."
"Okay, well here's my address," Peyton handed her a slip of paper, "See you soon."
Peyton smiled and walked off towards her car. Brooke threw her bag into the back seat of her car and then round to the drivers seat to get in. Once she'd fastened herself in she started out of the school parking lot and towards Peyton's house. She parked outside Peyton's house 10 minutes later, sent a quick text to Haley saying where she was before getting out and walking up to the door. She knocked and Peyton opened up a few moments later.
"Hey," Peyton greeted and opened the door wider to allow her past. Brooke walked inside, smiling a little.
"Hi," Brooke responded and Peyton showed her upstairs to what she presumed was her room. Once she'd pushed the door open she got a good view of the room. Lucas and Nathan were sat on the bed, talking. Peyton went and sat on her desk chair. Brooke hovered in the doorway for a second before sitting on the bed awkwardly beside Nathan, as far as possible away though, mind you.
"This is Brooke. She's just started the cheerleading team," Peyton told Nathan and Lucas who both looked at her with a mix of curious and hateful eyes. Peyton turned to her computer and put on Black and Blue by Van Halen. She turned up the volume and then seemed to be searching something online.
Brooke shifted on the bed, feeling uncomfortable. It'd been silent for a far too long time for her liking. She looked to her hands which were cupped in her lap. She was very thankful for the music playing in the background otherwise it'd be painful. Both boys had their eyebrows high and were staring at her with confusion.
"So what exactly is that ugly freak doing here? I mean she doesn't belong here. She should go back to her crappy life doing everyone else's homework," Lucas said after a moment of silence.
"Shut up, asshole. She's actually wanted here. You're not," Peyton told him without looking away from the computer, "It's my house and I want her here."
"Well I'll leave then. Someone might find out I've been spending time with her," Lucas started to get up when Nathan pulled him down.
"Stop it. I don't like that freak either, I mean nobody does. She should go, though, not you," Nathan replied while Brooke just sat there wringing her hands. She took a deep breath, trying to gain some confidence.
"I know you're both really insecure about your bad peformance in bed but c'mon, don't take it out on me. It isn't my fault," Brooke commented and both boys turned to look at her, narrowing their eyes.
"How would you know? You obviously don't have any experience. I mean who would want you?" Lucas raised an eyebrow.
"Hey, hey... Calm it down, everyone. Be nice," Peyton called out as she glanced up from the computer screen.
"It's no problem, Peyton. Just a warning though, you should probably get yourself checked out seeing as Nathan's a walking disease factory as he's such a male whore," Brooke answered and Peyton looked over at her, surprised because she didn't think Brooke had it in her. Lucas started laughing and Brooke turned her gaze on him.
"What are you laughing at? At least girl's like him. You've got such a small dick it's practically nonexistent. Your mum probably has a bigger dick than you."
With that Brooke started to get up and walk out of the room. She stopped at the door and turned to Peyton, "Sorry but I'm choking with all the ego in the room. See you later, Peyt."
Then she walked down the stairs, dialing Haley's number as she did so. She put the phone to her ear as Haley answered. "I'll come round yours and tell you everything. Yeah?" Then she got in her car and started to drive to Haley's house.
Thanks for reading. I was really bored so I decided to update again. This was really bad. I'm not good with this kind of story. Most of the time I'm kinda angsty so this is unfamiliar territory. Anyway, I love you all for reviewing and everything. It means a lot. I hope you liked this (even if I didn't.)
Lucy