Gah, it's been too long. Too, too long. I'm sorry. Really, really, really sorry. I had a mountain of exams to revise for. So I'm sorry. Stupid exams.
This is unbeta-ed so it won't be very good. I had some beta trouble. Email beta trouble. But hopefully my next chapter will be beta-ed. So that'll be better than this (very bad) chapter.
Is the name on my birth certificate Mark Schwahn? Nope. So I do not own OTH or its character
"Somebody's gonna drop everything"- Tracy Lawrence, Find Out Who Your Friends Are
"Okay, I get it... You want me to get you invited to Rachel's party this weekend?" Peyton asked down the phone as Brooke sat cross legged on her bed after explaining how she needed Peyton's help.
"Exactly. I mean if you hadn't noticed, me and Rachel aren't exactly BFF's," Brooke replied as she shrugged her shoulders, despite knowing that Peyton couldn't see her.
"Rachel's not gonna be inviting me to any slumber parties anytime soon, so I'm not going to be much help," Peyton answered and Brooke sighed heavily, after already explaining this 15 times she was getting more than a little exasperated.
"I think you'd be higher up on the list of people to invite to her Birthday party," Brooke told her, "And plus, you don't even need to ask Rachel. Just get Nathan to persuade her to invite me."
"And how do you know Nathan will get her to? Your not Nathan's favourite person, by the way," Peyton commented in a casual manner but Brooke could tell that Peyton hadn't wanted to say that because she didn't know whether Brooke was touchy about the whole 'nobody likes you' issue.
"If you promise him a night he won't forget and buy a new pair of sexy panties, he'll be more than happy to listen to your every command," Brooke laughed and she could basically hear the roll of Peyton's eyes.
"You're making me sound like a prostitute, except replacing money for party invites," Peyton groaned but there was an edge of humour to her voice so Brooke knew she'd help her.
"Hey, it isn't prostitution if he's your boyfriend. At least I don't think it is," Brooke took a few moments of contemplation before saying, "I'll search it on Google later."
"I don't think you should... Porn would probably come up," Peyton laughed and Brooke rolled her eyes for a second, switching the phone from one hand to the other, before joing in the laughter.
"Maybe that's what I want to come up, I haven't exactly had an active life in the bedroom," Brooke joked with a little laugh.
"Can we please get off this subject? It's making me uncomfortable," Peyton told her and Brooke laughed harder.
"Making you flustered, ey Sawyer? And horny?" Brooke asked and she heard Peyton scoff.
"Shut up, B. Davis before this leads to phone sex," Peyton replied and Brooke lay back on her bed, phone still in hand.
"I want you to describe what your wearing right now," Brooke started, "Right down to your underwear."
"I don't think my boyfriend would be quite so willing to get you an invite to Rachel's party if he found out we were having this conversation," Peyton said and Brooke could tell she was smirking.
"Okay, okay. Consider the subject dropped. So will you get me an invite?" Brooke asked with a note of hope in her voice.
"Sure, whatever. But you owe me, remember?" Peyton sighed, as if admitting defeat.
"Yeah. You can have phone sex whenever you want," Brooke giggled and when she heard Peyton start to talk she quickly but in, "Sorry. Yeah, yeah I owe you one."
"Why do you want an invite so much anyway? You don't even like her," Peyton asked in a curious tone of voice.
"I guess I just want to make amends with her," Brooke replied before she heard her mobile beep with a new text message, "See ya later, P. Sawyer. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."
"Whatever you say, B. Davis," And with that she hung up.
She pulled the tan leather hobo bag onto her shoulder from its previous place in the back on her car and took a deep breath before she started to walk towards the school. She flicked her straightened hair over one shoulder and tried to act like she'd seen Rachel and the other cheerleaders. She pushed open the door to the school open and walked inside. She made her way over to her locker and opened it, putting some of her books inside and then glanced in the little mirror inside.
She fixed her bangs and wiped a little trace of mascara from beneath her eyes. She pulled out a lipgloss from her brown leather jacket pocket and applied it to her lips. She then slipped it back into her pocket and fluffed up her hair to give it a little texture. Then she closed her locker and leaned against it and saw Peyton run up to her.
"Saturday night, 8 o'clock, got it? And I'll have you know that I actually had to beg Nathan to get you invited so you owe me big. Peyton Sawyer does not beg," The blond told her as she put her hands on her hips which Brooke rolled her eyes at.
"Before I agree to owing you big... What do I owe you?" Brooke looked at her curiously as she folded her arms over her chest.
"Uh... What about a roadtrip? Nate and I were planning one," Peyton smiles hopefully and Brooke raises her eyebrows.
"I'm sensing that there's more to it than just a roadtrip... My spider senses are tingling," Brooke commented and Peyton laughed.
"Okay, okay, you got it out of me. If Nathan's there then that means that Lucas will be and I'm not spending a weekend stuck in a car with just them. Lucas will probably try to chat me up despite the fact that his best friend's in the car. And then when that fails he'll make stupid mum jokes and demand we stop whenever he sees a reasonably hot girl. It sucks," Peyton sighed heavily and shrugged her shoulders, "So I need a wingman who's preferably female."
"Lucas? Really? You should really tell your boyfriend to get a new best friend," Brooke shook her head and grumbled, "But whatever... I'll come."
"Thank you so much," Peyton grinned at her and hugged her tightly, "You have no idea how much I love you right now."
"About as much as I hate Lucas Roe?" Brooke looked at her and Peyton laughed and nodded her head.
"That much," Peyton agreed just as the bell rang. Brooke linked arms with the curly haired blond and they both started to walk to class together.
Brooke was sat in french class next to Peyton, her jean clad legs crossed. She had knee high brown boots on which were clacking against the floor as she tapped her foot. Her black tank top was tight against her stomach and she was wrapping a strand of hair around her finger as she glanced around the classroom with an absent look on her face. Just then she heard a piece of paper fall onto her desk. She unfolded the crumpled paper.
All set. Next weekend we're going on a roadtrip with Nate and Luke. Lucky us! Bet you're dead excited.
Excited? I'm not just excited. I'm ecstatic. I just want to leap up in my chair in joy.
I think that's a bad idea. Mr Griss isn't exactly in a good mood today.
Is he ever?
Haha, I guess not. He's probably just upset that Rachel's not in his class this year. Last year he spent most of the time looking down her top.
So that's why she got an A in french?
Yeah. What, did you actually think she'd managed to get higher than a D for something?
I just thought she'd bribed him.
Well I'm glad I set the record straight then. Oh, and by the way I think you're his next victim. His eyes seem to be lingering on your chest area.
Maybe I'll ask him on a date later ;) Then I wouldn't just get an A, I'd get an A+ (Despite the joking, she did pull her tank top a little higher up and kept an eye on him for the rest of the lesson)
I don't think so, he'd probably have a heart attack before that happened. For some reason I don't think he has a lot of dates.
Why ever not? He's a right... I can't quite think of the right word.
Sweaty old man?
Something like that.
Thought so. Want to go grab an ice cream after school?
Ice cream? You can't keep my figure if you eat ice cream. Haha. Only joking. Ice cream sounds good.
Meet you by my locker after school.
The bell went a second later and Brooke grabbed her bag from beneath the table, sent a wink at Peyton and then made her way out of the classroom, trying to ignore Mr Griss staring at her ass as she walked out. She sighed and ignored Rachel glaring at her as she walked past. Maybe Rachel hated her more than she used to, but she still had one more friend than she used to. She sensed that her and Peyton would probably become really good friends.
Yeah, I know. No Brucas, I'm afraid. Sorry, but I wanted a chapter on the Breyton friendship so this is what I came up with. I know it's bad but it was done quickly, so it was either a bad chapter or no chapter. But luckily this means that there's a roadtrip where Brucas spend alota time together. Unfortunatly I see (and predict cause I can see the future) rough seas for the Baley vessel.
Ahoy me readers,
Captain Lucy xx