A/N: I know! I know! I suck at updating! Lol…But I did warn you guys that my updates would get a little further between. Especially since I started school last week. Anyways, thanks for sticking with me. Thanks for reading. Thanks for the reviews! And thanks Morgan for all your help!

Disclaimer: I do not own One Tree Hill or its characters!

BPOV

"Wake up," I heard someone demand. It's so bright in my room that I can hardly squint my eyes open. Of course, when I saw the person standing above me, my eyes shot open.

"What the hell?" I groaned, turning over in my bed, covering my head with a pillow.

"Brooke, get up. It's almost time to go," he said, throwing the pillow to the floor.

"And tell me why you're here," I mumbled, snatching the steaming cup of coffee out of his hand. It's Monday morning. I haven't heard from him since Friday night. I stayed locked in my room all weekend, not even seeing Nathan.

"We gotta leave for the academy soon. You might want to take a quick shower though; you look rough this morning."

I glared at him, rolling out of bed and making my way to the bathroom connected to my room. Turning the hot water on high and stripping out of my boxer shorts I stole from him and a sports bra with my back to him, I asked "Why are you being nice to me?" before stepping in the shower, not caring that he just saw my bare ass.

"What are you talking about? I'm always nice to you. Can I come in there?" he joked, peeking his head around the shower curtain. Without bothering to answer him I pushed his head back out with my hand.

"Guess that's a no. Seriously Brookie, what crawled up your ass this morning?"

"Did you really ask that? What, did you hit your head this weekend and forget Friday night and how rude you were to me for no reason?" I shouted over the spray of the water, rinsing the shampoo from my hair.

"What did I say to you that was rude?" he asked, opening the shower curtain to look at me.

"Do you mind?" I growled, motioning to the shower curtain that was balled up in his hand.

"Obviously not. What the hell is going on?" he demanded, making me roll my eyes at his stupidity.

"Just get out Lucas. I can drive myself to school today," I told him, turning the water off as he grabbed my towel from the counter and handed it to me.

"No, I'm not gonna get out. Are you pissed about that stupid girlfriend comment I made?"

"You know, since you even had to ask me that, you're dumber than I thought you were."

"What the hell is that supposed to even mean?" he asked, staring at my boobs as I put a white lacy bra on.

"You might wanna try looking me in the face when you talk to me. But hey, I guess since I mean so little to you you can treat me like a two cent whore."

"Brooke, what the fuck? So I made a stupid comment Friday night and said some stupid things. Who cares?"

"I care Luke! You made me feel like an idiot for even toying with the idea of us!"

"The idea of us? We're friends Brooke. Besides, I was drunk Friday night and said some things I shouldn't have. Just stop with the pissy act and get ready, we're gonna be late. I still gotta go make sure Nate got out of bed. Meet me outside in ten!" he said, walking out of my room without a care in the world.

Okay, don't get me wrong, I know Luke is normally an ass. But I still think he had no right to say the things he said to me Friday night. Of course I'm still pissed at him!

Whatever, I don't care anymore. As quickly as I could I threw on a pair of straight legged black jeans, my black strappy wedges, a white polo with the academy's logo in the top left corner, and the required maroon blazer. Grabbing my school bag and keys, I ran to my car, hoping to get there before…Damnit, I was too slow.

"Trying to run away from me Brookie?" Lucas smirked, leaning against his car in my driveway, Nathan in the backseat.

"Sometimes I really hate you," I sneered, climbing into the passenger seat.

"Feeling's mutual sweet cheeks!" he laughed, starting the car.

"New Girl! Where the hell were you all weekend B?" Nathan asked. The streets of Tree Hill blurred as Lucas sped towards the academy.

"Sorry Pretty Boy. I was busy. You know; people to avoid, assassinations to plan," I said, half joking as I glared at Luke.

"Come on Brooke! Are you really that mad at me?"

"Yes, I am! So just shut the fuck up and get me to the academy so I can avoid you some more." I growled, annoyed with his care free attitude.

"You're being stupid Brooke. You should know by now that I'm a jerk and I say stupid things I don't really mean. I'm sorry," he said, pulling up to the school. He almost sounded sincere.

"Whatever Luke. It doesn't matter anymore. I'll see you in class Nate," I mumbled, leaving the car and walking to the school.

When I walked into the school, I saw Haley and Peyton standing by Haley's locker. They must have made up.

"New Girl! Can we talk?" Haley asked after spotting me.

"As long as you call me Brooke and there are no spiked drinks around," I said eyeing Peyton.

"Yeah, about that, I'm really sorry. Luke and I had a long talk about it Friday night," she told me.

"Friday night? You mean he was with you Friday night?" I asked as she nodded her head, "What a fucking asshole!"

"Why? What'd he do now?" Peyton asked curiously. Against my better judgment I quickly told Peyton and Haley the short version of what happened.

"Sounds like something Luke would do!" Peyton laughed.

"Honestly Brooke, just ignore him. This is just how Lucas is; always has been," Haley told me.

"I know. I don't care anymore. Hey listen, I gotta go to first period to turn something in but after that, you guys wanna cut out early? We can go back to my place," I suggested, not in the mood for school. And I figured after Peyton's apology, she'd be better company than Luke. They both quickly agreed, deciding to meet at Peyton's car after second period; Haley had a test second period she couldn't skip.

I waved bye and headed to first period. Nathan met me at the door like always.

"So what the hell happened this morning New Girl?" he asked. I rolled my eyes at him and took my seat.

"Don't worry about it Pretty Boy; it's nothing," I lied, hoping he believed me.

"So, Brooke," I heard from behind me, "When are you gonna dump Lucas and go out with me?" Trey Miller, the hot baseball player, asked me.

"First of all, Luke and I aren't together. Second, how about Friday night?" I smirked. Nathan's jaw dropped and I held back a laugh.

"Miller, back the fuck off. Brooke and I have plans Friday night!" Lucas snapped from right inside the door.

"No, we don't!" I glared at Luke before smiling at Trey, "Trey, meet me at Tric Friday night. Nine o clock!"

"You're not going out with him Brooke!" Lucas said through his teeth, taking his seat to my right, Nathan in front of me.

"Whatever Luke. I'm not your girlfriend, remember?" I said with a smile, trying to act like saying that didn't bother me.

He just rolled his eyes and looked away. The rest of the class went by quickly and soon Nathan and I were making our way to second period psychology.

"You're a pretty good player New Girl!" Nathan abruptly said when we stopped by my locker.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean you can act! You try to pretend like what he does or says doesn't matter but I can tell. I've seen your kind before. You care. A whole hell of a lot more than you should!" he smirked.

"I don't know what you're talking about Pretty Boy!"

"Okay, play that game. But listen to me when I say this: don't let yourself by impressed by us! We're the bad seeds. We just make sure our parents don't know that!" he said before disappearing in the crowd of the hallway.

What the hell was that supposed to mean? Was he trying to warn me away from Luke? He kept saying 'we' though. Why? I thought I was already considered a part of that 'we' by now.

Okay, so not in the mood for psychology after that mysterious comment. I'm gonna go take a nap in Peyton's car until her and Haley get there. I know for a fact that Peyton never locks her car. Hell, the top is probably still down!

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Later:

"Who's the hottie on the front porch?" Haley asked me when we pulled in my driveway. I looked up from Peyton's backseat where I was texting Pretty Boy to see a guy sitting on the front porch swing strumming a guitar.

"You gotta be fucking kidding me!" I gasped, not believing my eyes. As soon as Peyton stopped the car I jumped out, literally, and ran to the guy.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I demanded, Peyton and Haley walking up behind me.

"Hi to you too Brookie! How have you been? Haven't heard from you in a while!" he replied.

"There's a damn good reason for that and you know it! What the hell are you doing here?" I asked again.

"Oh me? I'm doing good, thanks for asking!" he said slyly, avoiding my question.

"Damnit Jake! Answer me!" I shouted, slamming my hands against his chest.

"Okay, sorry! Stop hitting me!" he yelled back, grabbing my wrists as I tried to smack him again.

"Mom and Dad let me come home early. My drill sergeant reported to them last week that I had been on good behavior for the last few months. Why are you such a bitch?"

"Fuck you Jake. Don't mess with me; I've had a shitty few months. Are you clean?"

"Yes! I told you when I called last year I was clean. Been clean since I almost died!" he said, making me relax a little.

"You swear on Grandma's grave you're clean and not going back to that shit again?" I asked, my vulnerable side showing slightly.

"Brookie, I swear. I'm not lying to you Sissy," he said quietly.

"Okay, I'll trust you for now. But don't fuck up again Jake!" I warned before wrapping my arms around his neck, "Welcome home."

"Excuse me! Anyone want to tell us what the fuck is going on?" Peyton asked from behind us. Shit, I forgot they were there for a minute!

"Sorry guys, this is Jake…my twin. Jake, this is Peyton and Haley."

"Twin?" the girls said simultaneously.

"Yeah! Can't you tell?" Jake asked sarcastically. We look nothing alike. He's tall and lanky with curly brown hair while I'm a little shorter with straight dark brown hair.

"No, not really. Are you identical?" Haley asked stupidly.

"Haley, he was kidding. We're fraternal twins. Come on in guys!" I laughed, opening the front door for them.

We spent the rest of the day hanging out in the kitchen, Peyton and Haley getting to know me a little more and me catching up with my brother.

"Brooke! Where are you? We need to talk!" we all heard Lucas yell from my room.

"Where'd he come from?" Peyton asked.

"He climbs in my window all the time. Stay here, I'll handle this!" I mumbled, heading to the stairs.

"Who's he?" Jake asked. I could barely make out Peyton's response but it sounded something like "Her friend/make out buddy/semi-boyfriend/guy she bet she won't fuck by Christmas Eve!"

"Luke, what are you doing here?" I asked as I walked into my room.

"Brooke, I'm sorry. Look, I didn't mean what I said. If it'll get you to start talking to me again and if you'll let me touch you again then you can be my girlfriend!" he said quickly, rushing up to me and wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Get off me idiot! I don't want to be your girlfriend! I just want you to get your head out of your ass!" I shouted at him, pushing him away.

"Okay, fine! I'll do it. Whatever you want. I'm sorry," he said, reaching for me again.

"You sound pretty desperate!" I laughed, not hearing footsteps behind me.

"Is everything okay in here?" Jake asked, throwing an arm over my shoulder.

"It's fine Jake, go back downstairs. I'll be there in just a sec!" I replied.

"Who the hell are you?" Lucas demanded. I could literally see the jealous side of him coming out.

"Who the hell am I? I think the important question is who the hell are you?"

"I'm Lucas Scott. Get your hands off her," he growled. I put my hands up in the air, frustrated with stupid boys.

"Stop it! Both of you! Jake, this is Lucas. I'm sure Peyton told you all about him. Luke, this is Jake, my twin brother. He just came home from military school," I explained.

"Brother? You never told me you had a brother!"

"Yeah well you don't tell me a lot of things so I guess we're even! You can leave now," I muttered at him, ushering Jake out of my room and shutting the door behind me. I'll bet you fifty bucks he's still in my room when I go back in there later.