Ten minutes. Ten minutes since Emma dropped Brooke's secret, ten minutes since Haley has found out and ten minutes since Haley has been sitting awkwardly on the couch a few spots from an awkward Brooke who is sitting with a cheerful Emma screaming at the TV.

"He is gone again!" Emma groaned, slamming her little fist at her side. "I see him mommy but den he goes bye-bye," she explained with a pout.

"Baby girl the whole game isn't about daddy," Clay patted her head making her growl at him.

"My daddy is de bestest!" she informed him, narrowing her little eyes.

"That is not even a word," he argued making her, huff at him.

"He is de bestest!" she repeated and Clay rolls his eyes.

"Well they still don't watch him all game," he argued matching her glare.

"Yes they do!" she stood up on the couch her body being eye to eye with his sitting.

"No they don't!" he sat up straight.

Quinn trying to bite back a laugh and Brooke watching Haley as the scene played out. She hadn't spoken to her about what she learned. She just let Quinn somewhat take over, invited Haley in, told her to sit down, paid for the pizza when it came and gave a piece and no one has spoken about the fact Brooke has a baby that is arguing with Clay right now.

"Momma!" she shrieked, placing her hands on her hips. "Tell him!"

"I'm not getting in the middle of your fight," she finally spoke shaking her head.

"Dat because he is wrong," she plopped back down on the couch, her little body bouncing up then back down.

"Am not," Clay informed her.

"Clay," Quinn warned. "Stop arguing with a three year old," she ordered.

"Fine," he leaned back in the couch, crossing his arms. "But I'm not wrong," he turned to Emma sticking out his tongue which she matched.

"It amazes me how mature you are," Quinn rolled her eyes sinking back into the couch.

"Whatever."

"Haley," Brooke spoke the dirty blonde's head snapping towards her. "Could we…could we talk?" she asked knowing that Haley in the last few weeks has been so kind to her and lying about Emma made her feel guilty.

"Sure," she nodded, slowly lifting from the chair and following Brooke into the kitchen.

"I know…I know this is shocking," Brooke said not at sure how to approach this situation. She had really hoped that no one would find out who Emma was until after she graduated or was here at least a little longer. However that planned failed and slowly more and more people were starting to find out.

"I think my whole family knowing is a little more shocking then you having a kid," Haley told her honestly trying to piece together all the times she would go home to find Quinn and her mom talking about sitting, talking about Emma and Mrs. Davis who from what she heard was a huge bitch. They wouldn't talk long because normally her mom would cut it short when she or Nathan would enter.

However she was confused being as Quinn surely seems to like Brooke and Brooke has always been really nice to her. Yes she found things she did strange but after finding out she had Emma all her strange things made a lot more since. Like how she was always fidgety if she was running late after school, normally people would hang out awhile, talk with friends or finish a project but not Brooke. Brooke would take off from the school and if there was a moment of being just a few moments late she would half listen to what anyone was saying and then again take off.

How she would rarely meet them out somewhere and many times would say she would meet and then something would come up. And Emma definitely explained why she always had her phone and always made at least two private phone calls a day. Yeah Emma was explaining a lot.

"I didn't know they were your family Haley," Brooke told her truly not knowing that. "I think I was just as shocked to see you as you were to see Emma."

"Is she why you moved here?" she questioned still trying to processes it all.

"Yeah, things back home just got…they got too hard," Brooke admitted with a dry laugh. "Everybody knew about Emma and some remarks I just… I couldn't let my daughter be raised there," she told her knowing her reasons were more selfish. Emma's dad was there along with the rest of her family and the few true friends Brooke had but the comments and looks she got all the time really over took her after awhile.

"And you live here?" Haley looked around the house. "Where are your parents?"

"Not around," she shrugged. "They hired your mom when I moved here. Victoria was very clear that she not do much but take care of the child when I was at school but she does so much more than that. Lydia is really great Haley."

"I know," the dirty blonde nodded knowing how great her mom was. "Who is Victoria?"

"My mother," a sound of disgust left Brooke as she said it.

"Mrs. Davis," she slowly nodded that making more since.

"Yeah, the bitch of the wicked…well wicked everywhere," she flipped her hand around with a small laugh.

"I'm sorry Brooke. I didn't mean to look so…judgmental," she apologized that not her intentions at all. "I mean it's not every day you find your friend has a baby and your whole family knows about it."

"I know but Haley I know it's shocking and I'm not asking you to lie to Nathan, I'm just asking…I'm asking you not telling him. I know that's not right of me to say but if one person finds out normally two do and then three and then the whole school and I just…I'm tired of people judging me. I take care of my child, yes I have help but I'm a good mother."

"Don't worry Brooke," Haley touched her shoulder with a comforting smile. "I won't lie to Nathan, but I also don't seem him just randomly asking if you have a child. I'm not going to say anything," she promised and Brooke felt a weight lift off her.

"Thank you Haley," she yanked her into a hug feeling like she could breathe. "I've honestly been wanting to tell you because I feel so guilty lying about why I can't hang out or why I cut it short. I feel like the worse person ever."

"Oh don't," Haley swatted her hand at the thought. "I don't mind so much. Yet if we are being honest it's more of a certain blonde that does…"

"I know," Brooke frowned a little leaning against the counter.

"He likes you," Haley told her, hating the first girl her friend likes in a long time is one who keeps him at a distant.

"I know he does and I like him too. I mean he is great Hales but…"

"But you have a daughter," she said and Brooke nodded. "Are you with her dad still?"

"No," she shook her head. "Not really. I mean do I love him? Yes, probably always will because he is the father of my daughter but I don't know what will happen with us. We are so back and forth fighting and getting a long and I don't want to be unfair to Lucas. Plus I doubt he would want me that much anymore after he finds out I have a daughter."

"I don't know, he does seem to fancy you. It may not bother him that much," she said but she herself not sure on how her best friend would react to that news.

"I just don't think I could risk it," Brooke told her honestly, giving a slight shrug.

"Well anyway," Haley gave a light shrug trying to switch the conversation. "Why don't we go back to the living room? I'm kinda hoping Emma and Clay will get in another fight, my moneys on Emma."

"Oh I agree," Brooke laughed, grabbing Emma's sippy cup and following her friend into the living room.

"The answer is x equals -2.7," Brooke repeated as she spun her pencil on in her hand.

"No its not, I've worked it six times and still get 2.7," Lucas told her once again, working it through his calculator before spinning it to look at her. "See…"

"Luke I don't care what you say, I have this answer and I text Haley and so does she," she told her and he shook his head quickly.

"Well you are both wrong because I keep getting the same thing," he told her leaning back in his chair. "Look work it out yourself," he slid his paper towards her and she grabbing it rolling her eyes.

"Fine and I will show you are wrong," she smiled proudly grabbing his paper and typing in the calculator the equation. "Because the answer is…" her brows scrunched together. "Positive 2.7."

"Ha! I told you!" he shoved his finger in her face proud with his answer. "And you all thought I was stupid."

"We didn't think you were stupid it's just that we both…" she trailed off before looking back at him and smirking.

"What?" his cockiness dropped a little not liking her look.

"You Mr. Smarty Pants are wrong," she spun the book around to face him, "y is a negative .6 not a positive stupid. So ha I win!"

"I don't like you," he grumbled and she laughed.

"Oh you Broody Boy don't be so sad. It's not your fault I'm just so much smarter than you," she shrugged turning in her chair finish her homework.

"Can I tell you something?" he asked watching as she tucked her hair back and bit her lower lip looking at him. "I always want to but don't want you to think I'm weird."

"Oh I doubt I would think you were weird," she turned her body a bit to face him. "What's going on?"

"I just…you make me nervous Brooke. I mean really nervous," he admitted and her head tilted a little to the side looking at him.

"Why?" she couldn't help but find herself asking. Yeah he made that comment before but at the time she felt it was just a line. The look on his face when he said it…it made her honestly nervous.

"Because you're beautiful," he let out a dry laugh. "And I can't read you at all and I find I think about you a lot and it's kinda annoying actually. I don't let girls linger in my mind long but you…you are like stuck in there."

"Luke…" she smiled a little, reaching out and squeezing his leg.

"And guys from the team and just in general keep asking me almost if it's ok to ask you out, because apparently they think I have a claim on you, which I don't," he rushed to say not wanting to freak her out. "But I just…will you let me take you out?"

"Lucas…" she looked down shaking her head. "I care about you Luke but I…I don't know…"

"I promise to be on my best behavior," he held up his hands innocently and she laughed. "I will pick you up at a reasonable time and drop you off before I don't know nine or something."

"Luke…"

"Brooke I just want to take you out ones. And if you hate it and never want to try it again you can tell me and I will leave you alone. I just want at least one chance."

"Luke I thought we were going to be friends?"

"And we are," he nodded deflating a little as he sunk down in his chair. "But I like you…" he shrugged and she felt guilty. "And I know we've talked about this before and the whole Theresa thing but I'm done with that. I promise… I just… I really want to take you out…"

"Just one date?" she held up her finger and a grin slowly started to spread across his face.

"Just one…" he agreed loving when she chewed on her lower lip. "And if you hate it we won't ever do it again and I won't bug you anymore…"

"You don't bug me Lucas," she gave his hand a squeeze and a gentle smile graced his face. "I like spending time with you. And yes I will go out with you. But as of now just one time," she stressed hoping maybe after one he would realize he did just want to be friends and let it go. Yet she knew that was a stupid thought, he wouldn't let it go, part of her didn't want him to let it go but she knew it was pointless. There was a big factor that was weighing in on her whole dating life and that was her precious little girl that would definitely make Lucas run.

"Good," he smiled brushing her hair back behind her ear.

"But we won't do math because you are bad at it and I don't think we can play basketball because you aren't good at that either," she teased and he laughed shaking his head.

"Deal," he agreed knowing he would do anything she wanted on their date if that meant she would go out with him. "Now back to my shitty math. What did you get for twenty four?" he looked down at the paper in front of him.

Brooke staring as he read over the problem and her heart actually hurt a little. She liked him, she would admit it but it wouldn't work and she knew that this date was just going to make her like him more.