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If I owned OTH my name would be Mark Schwahn. Is that my name? No. So I don't own OTH.

"You've grown colder now, torn apart, angry, turned around"- Matchbox Twenty, Mad Season

A week later and things still weren't any different. She tried to sit with them at lunch and they'd give her a scathing look and budge up so as not to allow her to sit down. She ended up sitting on her own on a bench or having an argument with Haley over which Doctor was the best in Doctor Who over text. At cheerleading practice no matter how good she was she'd still have Rachel yelling at her. She had Nathan and the basketball players yelling words like 'freak' and 'wannabe' left, right and centre.

She hadn't spoken to Peyton much since that night at her house, they laughed and messed about in cheerleading practice (mocking Rachel at every opportuinity) and on one occasion they'd sat together at lunch but besides that they hadn't talked. She had to admit that despite all this, she wasn't getting as bullied. They'd call her names but had refrained from dumping her bag in the bin.

Things for Haley hadn't gotten better, though. She'd spent many moments in the bathrooms clearing her up after a cheerleader 'tripped and dropped' her drink all over her. She'd comforted her and for now, balancing Haley with becoming 'one of them' was alright. As long as no one saw them together they were alright to hang out together. She was thankful for this. No way could she be without her Britney Spears. Haley was the most important person in the world to her.

At this current moment Brooke was sitting in class. Rachel and Bevin were talking rather loudly about her in the seats behind. Phrases like 'wants to be like us? What a joke' wafted towards her. They had no idea what she was doing and despite the gossiping hurting a little she was thankful for this fact. She smoothed out her dark grey skinny jeans and pulled her sweater (with a cute picture of an owl on it) down a little. Her brown leather ankle booted feet were tapping as she counted down the seconds on the clock.

She got up the moment the bell went and was the first out of the classroom. Cheerleading wasn't on tonight so she was free to hang out with Haley and watch Family Guy re-runs. She slung her brown leather shoulder bag onto one shoulder as she hurried down the hallway making for her locker. She didn't make it that far, however, and ran smack into someone.

"Oh my God, I'm sorry I wasn't watch-" She stopped abruptly as she looked into icy blue eyes.

"Carry on with the apology, Davis, you didn't quite finish," Lucas smirked down at her and she rolled her eyes before pushing past him. He yelled after her, "How very rude of you."

"Fuck you, Roe. Actually, no maybe not. I don't want to catch anything," She shouted over her shoulder and walked out of the school.

She was sitting on a bench at lunch the next day when Rachel walked towards her. She leant against the back of the bench and crossed her arms over her chest, her face set into a blank expression. Rachel rolled her eyes and sighed loudly before saying, "It pains me to say this, but we've got a cheer tornament a month from now. So we'll be staying over at a hotel in Charlotte for a weekend. Thought I'd give you a heads up."

"Oh that was ever so kind of you to inform me," Brooke told her, voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Bitch, please, I just wanted to tell you early on so you have time to practice. You really need it," Rachel narrowed her eyes.

"Me? Really? Says the person with two left feet. Actually, scratch that... You probably still haven't learnt your left and rights," Brooke narrowed her own eyes and Rachel rolled hers.

"Skank, I'm going to leave now before someone starts thinking we're friends or something," Rachel turned and started to walk away. Brooke was surprised that Rachel hadn't said anything more. That was nice for her.

"Wouldn't want to taint your reputation, now, would I?" She yelled after the retreating redhead who turned around to look at her.

"Shut the hell up before I make you," She answered, clearly getting more annoyed.

"How exactly, may I ask? Are you gonna hypnotise me?" Brooke smiled at her and Rachel glared in return.

"No... I'd punch your fucking face. Not that it'd do much good. You'd still look ass ugly," Rachel responded and Brooke laughed.

"Really? I always thought my ass was pretty hot. It might well be my best feature," Brooke grinned and Rachel just shook her head.

"I don't think you have a best feauture, bitch, you're ugly all over," Rachel replied as she folded her arms.

"How would you know? Been spying on me as I got changed for gym?" Brooke raised her eyebrows and planted a mock disappointed look on her face, "I thought you were through with the perving, Rach."

"You think you're really cool now, don't you? You got onto the cheerleading team so now you're Miss Popular? Well you're wrong. Everyone still hates you. You're just a waste of space that no one wants around. No body wants you so why don't you just go back to your sad old life and leave us alone. Because no one wants you around. You're a waste of space," Rachel told her, taking a step with every word she said until she was right up in her face, only inches away from Brooke.

"At least I know people don't like me. You on the other hand think that everyone loves you and worships the ground you walk on. Really they're just talking about you behind your back saying they hate you. I mean, who would like you? You're just a skank that started opening her legs at 13. At least people don't bet on how long it'll be before I catch something. I never take part in the little bets. I mean, you've probably already got a disease, haven't you?" Brooke narrowed her eyes, the little insults before totally forgotten. This was real and they were both trying to hurt each other.

"Just leave me the fuck alone, Brooke, or you'll wish you'd never been born," Rachel answered and flounced away. Brooke sighed heavily, not quite believing what she'd just said and how she could have been so mean.

Rachel ignored her for the rest of the day. She didn't even make silly little snipes at her and she knew she'd gotten to her. She couldn't believe she'd been that mean. She'd always thought Rachel was mean but there she was being exactly like her. She was turning into one of them and she hadn't even spent any time with them. She couldn't cope with this. The plan wasn't working. She was turning into a bitch and she felt horridly guilty about it.

"Hales, I've screwed up big time. This lame ass plan is never going to work. Can I just give up now? There's no point. I mean seriously, I fucked up bad. Rachel was fuming. I can't do it. They'll never want to be my friend. Please can I just stop it now? I don't want to do it anymore," Brooke lay on her bed later that day on the phone to Haley, ranting about the events in the day.

"For one that 'lame ass plan' was your idea. And two you can't give up. Think about all they did to us. You can do this. Don't just back out," Haley responded and Brooke groaned.

"But I can't do it. Everyone still hates me, they probably hate me more now. Why can't you do it?" Brooke moaned and Haley stiffled her laughter.

"Because, honey, it'd seem a little weird if both of us had tried to be friends with them. Don't you think? We've gone through this already," Haley answered and she heard a moan of annoyance on the other end of the phone.

"Why do you have to be so clever?" Brooke asked with a huff and now she couldn't hold the laughter in any longer and Haley just erupted in giggles, "What are you laughing at?"

"Brooke, just focus on the goal and carry on, you're doing okay or at least better than I would. I've got to finish my homework. Night," Haley said and after Brooke's response of 'night Hales' she hung up. Brooke groaned once more and lay back on her bed and stared at the ceiling. She pulled out her phone and dialled Peyton's number (she'd given it to her at one of the cheer practices). This wasn't going how she'd expected. She desperatly needed some help.

She listened as the phone rang three times before Peyton picked up and answered, "Hey, Brooke."

To which Brooke sighed heavily and replied, "Peyton, I need some help."

"What do you need?" Peyton asked and she breathed in deeply and launched into her speech.

Okay I swear I'm getting worse at writing rather than better. Anyone fancy helping out and becoming beta? It'd mean a lot to me. I'll do anything, seriously. Read your stories, join your forums, I mean anything. If you fancy it (and I'd love you forever) please say in a review or just PM me. Thank you. (Sorry this chapter is so awful by the way)

Lucy