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“Are you okay?” Brooke looked up towards the sound. She’d been sitting on their bed, thinking, when Lucas had walked in. It had been an hour since their disaster of a lunch, and although she’d tried to play it off as if it hadn’t been completely terrible, Brooke had not enjoyed it - at all.

Her brief encounter with Nathan had been the only highlight of the afternoon; and not even an amazing one at that.

“I’m fine.” She pulled off her shoes, climbing back onto the bed. All she wanted to do was sleep. She didn’t care that she was in her expensive dress, or that she was wearing...

Haley and Jake were in the middle of a passionate make-out session, to say the least. He smiled at her, through their kisses, running his hands over her arms, beginning to lift up her shirt.

She put her hands over his, so he could no longer complete that task. Still kissing her, however, he managed release her grip on his hands, once again working his way up her shirt.

“Jake, stop.” She broke the kiss for a second. He nodded, pulling her face back towards his.

But in mere seconds, his hands were down by her shirt again, trying to lift it up again.

Haley broke the kiss, sitting up. “Jake,...

Nathan sighed, tossing the ball up in the air, not surprised as it swished through the hoop. His eyes moved over towards Jake and Haley, who were talking softly to each other, and laughing at something the other would say.

He’d always liked Haley. It had started long before he could even remember. Well, actually he could. All through elementary they’d been good friends. It was expected, because they always hung out.

But during eighth grade, she’d completely changed. Not they way she acted, but the way she looked. She had gone from pretty to absolutely beautiful over the summer. Her hair,...

Peyton Sawyer dropped a cardboard box onto the floor of her new home, sighing softly as it hit the ground with a thud.

She kicked at it with her foot while observing the house quietly. It was too big. She was just one person, and yet she knew there was at least one extra bedroom.

Why had she purchased it again? Peyton knew she could answer that question herself. She’d always grown up in a large, empty house, why not do it again? Plus, this could be fun; decorating her own new swinging pad.

Right. Decorating her own new swinging pad by herself. Oh, she could just see the great times she’d have...