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5: It Wasn't Meant to Happen

Now that she's back in Tree Hill, Brooke felt safe and happy again. Even though she knew her days in her hometown were now numbered, she relished in the fact that she was with her family and friends again.

"So it's true," a familiar voice made her look up.

Brooke gasped excitedly. "P. Sawyer! Tutor Girl!"

The three girls jumped around the room like little children and hugged one another like there's no tomorrow. Brooke missed her best friends so much.

"There's so much stuff you missed. I'll fill you in on everything," Haley gushed. "But tell us about New York first."

Peyton sat on Brooke's bed and grabbed the brunette. "Yeah, I bet you're living the life there."

"Wait; let's talk about the most important thing – Dean Winchester." Haley looked intently at the brunette. "We saw you on the newspaper with him…just a day after you left."

Brooke looked down and bit her lip; Haley and Peyton had known her since they were kids, and she feared that they might not believe what she's going to say, but she chose to say it anyway. "I wanted to tell you guys…he…we met a couple of months ago when I went to New York with Mom. When I got there last week, he asked me to go on a date. And I thought, why not?"

Peyton and Haley looked at each other, and it was obvious in their faces that they didn't like Brooke's explanation. Peyton held Brooke's hand.

"Luke's heartbroken, you know," the blonde said with a sad tone.

Brooke almost forgot; she really wanted to talk to Lucas right now. "Where is he?"

"He's probably at the River court," Haley replied.

With that, Brooke grabbed her jacket and told her friends that she'll go and talk to Lucas.

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Lucas Scott scored another three points for the tenth time now. Earlier that morning, Peyton called and told him that Brooke was back in town. And now, there he was, feeling so awkward and blue.

When he saw the newspaper with Brooke's pictures with another man on it, he felt betrayed. Brooke left town in a hurry without telling him why, and then she goes on like he didn't exist.

"Luke," he'd recognize that raspy voice anywhere. He gulped when he saw her standing not more than three feet away from him. She was half-smiling, and he almost melted. She still has that power over him.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

Brooke took a deep breath. "I want to talk to you."

"What's to talk about?" Lucas threw another three-pointer. "When are you planning to tell me that you're dating another guy?"

Brooke closed in on the gap between them and took his hand. "Luke…I'm sorry."

"Is he treating you well?" Lucas tried real hard not to sound jealous.

Brooke hunched her shoulders and looked away. "Dean's…great."

Lucas knew, and he was sure enough, that Brooke was hiding something just by looking at her eyes. "I don't like him, Brooke. I saw the articles about him on the newspaper."

Brooke was caught off-guard. She knew Lucas was trying to get something from her, and right then, she had no other choice but to tell him the truth. Besides, she knew it was the right thing to do. "We're not really…together," she blurted out.

"What do you mean?"

Brooke took a deep breath and looked at Lucas. "Our relationship…it's an arrangement. I don't even love him."

Lucas chuckled and held Brooke's hand, which made her frown and look at him as if he wasn't supposed to laugh.

"I thought you were serious with him," Lucas said. "I felt betrayed when I saw your photos with him plastered on the newspaper after you left."

"I would never do that to you Broody," the brunette whispered.

That brought a smile to Lucas' lips and he relished in the fact that Brooke still likes him. But, she's now tied to that stupid arrangement. Lucas wrapped his arms around her and kissed her on her forehead.

Little did the two of them know that someone was watching them not too far away from the court.

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When his father ordered him to marry a woman he barely knew, Dean accepted. Since then, he obeyed everything his father told him to. He tried to think of a reason why he suddenly started obeying his father, but he found none. And now, as he drove through the high way, he couldn't help but let out some colorful words.

When he got home last night, right after he arrived from a party, his father told him to follow Brooke to Tree Hill, and guess what? He nodded his head even though he didn't really want to go to his pretend girlfriend's home town.

Finally, after almost 15 hours (with a 4 hour rest in a motel) of driving, Dean arrived at Tree Hill. The first thing that came to his mind was how quiet the place was, so he turned up the volume of his radio and played his favorite song, Eye of the Tiger. As expected, most of the people in the streets looked at him with wide eyes – either they admired his car or they were annoyed to the bones because of his loud music.

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As Brooke talked to Lucas at the court, she felt like something was wrong, and she couldn't shrug that feeling off, especially when she heard rock music – Dean's type of music – blasting from god knows where. She thought she was just imagining it, but as the music grew closer and closer, she knew it was Dean Winchester; he always loved attention, and that was the best way how to get the attention of the quiet people of Tree Hill.

A minute later, she saw a black Impala a block away from the court, and right then, she cursed under her breath. The Impala parked right across them and a couple of seconds later, her infamous fake boyfriend got out of the car with a smug smirk on his face.

Lucas couldn't help but feel uncomfortable the moment he saw the man who got out of the Impala. The smug look on his face was enough proof that he was trouble. He couldn't believe that Brooke agreed to be in a relationship with this man.

"Hey Brooke," Dean greeted as he walked towards Brooke and her lanky friend, the smug look on his face still there.

Brooke half smiled. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanna meet your friends." He then looked at Lucas from head to toe and then looked back at Brooke. "Aren't you going to introduce me?"

Brooke sighed and rolled her eyes and then introduced Dean to Lucas. With just one look at Lucas, Dean knew he was uncomfortable, so he inched closer to Brooke and wrapped an arm around the brunette.

"I wanna meet your parents." Dean winked at Brooke.

With that, Brooke excused herself from Lucas and went to Dean's car. When they were both on the car, where no one could hear them, Brooke glared at Dean.

"What are you doing here?"

Dean chuckled but kept his eyes on the road. "You sound like you don't want me here."

Brooke pouted and folded her arms across her chest. "Turn right on the next block," she said as she looked out the window. "And yes, I don't…I'm surprised to see you here."

Dean knew that Brooke didn't like him there – she almost said it – but it bugged him because Brooke chose not to voice out her true feelings; she was sugarcoating the blunt words she wanted to say.

"Dad sent me here," Dean said a few seconds later. He looked at Brooke, who was still trying to avoid his gaze. "Look, if you don't want me here, fine. I don't like this place anyway."

Brooke sighed and closed her eyes. For a moment, she forced herself to think of 'happy thoughts' before she engages herself in yet another argument with Dean Winchester. "Just don't make any trouble," she said, almost a whisper, and then looked at Dean. "That's my house," she pointed towards the big house on the left.

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It had only been five hours since Dean arrived at Tree Hill and he was already bored out of his mind. He roamed around Brooke's house and ended up at Brooke's room, staring at the photos plastered on her wall.

Most of it was photos of her and two other girls in cheer uniform, and then there were photos of her with the boy she was with at the court. She had so much joy in her; Dean could see it just by looking at the photos, and though he didn't want to admit it, he thought she was cute. He then saw a photo of Brooke dressed as a devil, and he couldn't help but laugh.

"Find it amusing?" Brooke's raspy voice surprised Dean.

Dean turned around and saw Brooke by the doorway. "Didn't know you were the life of the party in this town."

"There're many things you don't know about me," Brooke murmured. "Anyway, since you're here, I'll introduce you to my friends. They'll be here in a minute or two."

With that, Dean left Brooke's room and went back to his, all the while thinking of how the arrangement changed Brooke's life.

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Two days later, Brooke invited Peyton and Haley to her house to have a sleep-over. All three girls were lounging on Brooke's bed, watching Titanic as they ate ice cream, when Victoria barged in the room, followed by Dean.

"Get out girls," Victoria ordered.

Peyton and Haley obeyed like little girls and left Brooke's room. Brooke, on the other hand, looked at her mother intently.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Victoria asked once Peyton and Haley were out of the room.

Brooke turned off the TV and jumped out of her bed. "What did I do this time?"

"Dad called. A reporter came up to him and asked for ten thousand dollars," Dean replied.

The brunette folded her arms across her chest. "So?"

Dean looked intently at Brooke. "If Dad doesn't give him what he wants, he'll leak a photo of you and Lucas hugging each other to the press."

Brooke bit her lower lip and thought of how a reporter could get a photo of her with Lucas.

Victoria seemed to have thought of what Brooke was thinking. "A reporter followed you two days ago. He took pictures of you and Lucas at the River court," she explained.

Everything dawned into Brooke now; well it was a good thing that the reporter didn't hear what she told Lucas. She'd be dead if the reporter heard about the real score between her and Dean.

"I told you to forget about that lanky boy. Now you've brought trouble to John Winchester's door. Didn't you even think of your father's job when you hung out with that ex-boyfriend of yours?"

Brooke felt smaller and smaller as her mother's voice grew louder and louder. Tears started to well up on her eyes; what was she thinking? Dean, on the other hand, couldn't help but look at Victoria – with annoyance in his eyes – as she scolded Brooke.

"You better fix that mess you made," Victoria muttered before she left her daughter's room.

"Your mom's like a monster, don't you think?" Dean muttered and sat beside Brooke. "How could you live with someone like that?"

Brooke just looked at Dean and then shook her head. "Can you…leave me alone for now? Pack your bags. We're going back to Manhattan."

Dean didn't even ask her why; he was somewhat happy that they were already leaving Tree Hill. He left Brooke's room and did what she told him to. When Dean was out of sight, she cried her eyes out. After a couple of minutes, she stopped crying and then called Lucas and called Peyton and Haley back to her room.

When Brooke finished packing her bags with the help of Peyton and Haley, she threw everything into Dean's car. She waited for Lucas to arrive before she left, and told her friends that she'll call them whenever she has a chance. Her best friends knew that Brooke still has one and a half week left, so it bothered them as to why she was hurrying to get out of Tree Hill.

As Dean backed his car out of the driveway, Brooke took one last glance at her house. Her parents were nowhere in sight; they're probably too disappointed right now. Peyton and Haley waved towards her, while Lucas just sulked behind them. Dean saw the loneliness in Brooke's eyes as he drove, and right then, he felt sorry for her.

So...did you like it? I hope so. :)