"I hate the smell of this god awful airport in this god awful town." Victoria Davis pinched the tips of her nose together to prevent herself from smelling anymore of the coffee and smoke filling the airport.

Brooke laughed at her mother's reaction, "I kind of like it! It reminds me that I'm home."

Brooke Davis was sixteen and now a sophomore in high school. Brooke Davis was born and raised in Tree Hill but moved away with her parents when she was ten years old so the family could further their wealth in California, the state of sunshine.

"Of course you do. You love this god awful town." Victoria rolled her chocolate brown eyes and quickly exited the tiny airport, her black designer pumps not slowing her down. The older woman was dressed in head to toe designer. The black shiny Louis Vuitton purse resting on her wrist swung with every step she took.

Brooke sighed heavily and walked out of the airport behind her mother; her green wedges making it easy to catch up to her mother. Once outside she pulled her designer shades, Dolce and Gabbana, over her eyes to shield them from the burning sun. Brooke remained silent on the ride to their home as she took in all of the familiar sights the town of Tree Hill had to offer.

"It all looks so different." Brooke thought aloud as she climbed out of the sleek black Lexus that carried her and her mother back to the home Brooke grew up in. The large white house with a red doors surrounding the house still looked the way she remembered.

"At least there is one good thing in Tree Hill." Victoria said as she took in the sight of their home.

Brooke rolled her eyes and looked over at her mom, "Can you be any more depressing?" She walked inside of the furnished home. That was a huge perk with being wealthy; you could hire anyone to do anything for you.

Brooke didn't have much unpacking to do since her mother already hired housekeepers and maids to do it all for her. So She got into her car that was shipped from California; a light blue BMW. She drove around the town of Tree Hill and only stopped when she arrived at a very familiar home. Brooke pulled in front of a large brown brick house. It was the house of her childhood friend, Peyton Sawyer. Brooke did a lot of growing up in that house with Peyton.

The front door to the house opened soon after Brooke pulled up and out of the front door came Peyton Sawyer. Peyton's blonde curls were covering her eyes as she looked down at the large black phone in her hand. Brooke climbed out of her car and walked around the luxurious car. Peyton looked up from her cellphone and saw a familiar looking teenage girl standing at the end of her driveway.

The two girls stood at each other before Peyton finally realized who the strange girl standing in front of her was,"Brooke Davis?" Peyton gasped as her green eyes widened.

"P. Sawyer!" Brooke squealed with happiness as her friend recognized her.

The two teen girls embraced in a tight hug. Peyton and Brooke stayed in touch only for a few months after Brooke left Tree Hill. Brooke's number changed and Peyton gave up trying to reach her.

"What are you doing here?" Peyton pulled away from the prolonged embrace.

Brooke gave her shoulders a gentle shrug, "I'm back! My mom and I moved back after the divorce. Something about never being able to stand California ever again!"

Peyton frowned, "I'm so sorry to hear about your parent's splitting up!"

Brooke shrugged again, "We all saw it coming! We used to hide out in my closet whenever we heard them arguing."

"We'd also sneak out and come back here and sit up all night eating ice cream!" Peyton laughed at the memory.

"It feels like so long ago!" Brooke let a heavy sigh escape her pink glossy lips. "I've missed Tree Hill and I've missed you!"

Someone sounded off their horn behind the two girls. Brooke turned around and saw a big black Ford truck sitting in the middle of the street. The windows to the truck slowly started to roll down. The driver of the truck was none other than Nathan Scott, the star of the basketball team and Peyton's boyfriend.

"Peyton! Get in I don't have all day." Nathan pressed roughly on the horn again. "Who is this?" He nodded toward Brooke.

Brooke crossed her arms across her chest and she turned back to Peyton, "Who is this douche-bag honking his horn?" She said loudly, making sure the jerk in the truck could hear her.

Peyton laughed at how hostile the two towards one another, "Nathan Scott! He is my boyfriend."

Brooke's eyes almost popped out of her head. "You're dating Nathan Scott? Ew, since when?"

Both girls laughed together as they turned their attention back to an impatient Nathan. He reached his hand up to honk his horn but Brooke stopped him.

"If you honk that horn one more time I'm gonna take it and stick it up your ass!" Brooke walked around the truck and leaned into the driver's side window. "It's nice to see you again, Nate. I see you're still a jerk!"

Brooke and Nathan also grew up together. The pair always managed to get into arguments about the smallest things. Their parents always insisting it was because the two secretly liked one another. When the pair stopped arguing they became great friends.

Nathan immediately recognized the hoarse voice coming from the young girl standing before him. "Brooke Davis?"

Brooke placed her hands on her hips, "None other than!"

Nathan climbed out of his truck and hugged Brooke. "You're back in Tree Hill?"

She nodded slowly, "Indeed I am but now that I'm back you're gonna have to stop being such a douche-bag to my friend Peyton." She nodded back towards a shocked Peyton. "Or I'm gonna have to cut your balls off while you're sleeping and wear them as a chain around my pretty little neck." Brooke patted Nathan on the shoulder and got into her car. She honked her horn loudly at Nathan and smiled. "See you later!"

Peyton and Nathan both watched Brooke drive off. The couple stood frozen in the middle of the street, shocked at what they just heard come from Brooke's mouth. Peyton and Nathan both grew up with Brooke but neither never knew Brooke to be so tough. The Brooke they knew was daring and fun but always too insecure to be tough and confrontational.

[First Day of School]

"Who is that? Is that Brooke Davis? I heard she was back now." All of this whispers sounded off throughout the hallway of Tree Hill High as Brooke Davis made her entrance into the hallways of Tree Hill High.

Brooke wanted to be the new popular girl at Tree Hill High and she already accomplished that goal the moment she step foot into the hallways. She cruised the hallways for her locker and found that it was the locker next to her best friend, Peyton.

"Hey P. Sawyer!" Brooke greeted her friend with a wide smile. She opened the locker with ease after she read the combination a few times.

Peyton was organizing her books when Brooke approached her. "Hey Brooke! You look great!" She closed her locker and leaned against it.

A flowy green strapless summer dress was fitted perfectly to Brooke's body. She topped off the outfit with thick gold hoop earrings and brown floral wedges.

"Oh thanks!" Brooke slid a couple of floral printed binders into her bare locker, "I have got to dress up this boring locker!"

Peyton laughed, "You haven't even been here for an hour and you're already dressing up your locker!"

Brooke shook her head and closed her locker, "You gotta be proactive Sawyer." She linked arms with her friend, "Now I'm counting on you to show me to all of my classes."

Peyton took Brooke's schedule from her petite fingers and read it, "Oh we have four out of six classes together!"

"Oh well then this should be easy." Brooke walked confidently down the hall with her best friend Peyton on her arm. Her confidence caught the eye of every boy, girl, and teacher she walked past. Some remembered Brooke Davis from when she was a little girl. Others wanted to know her and then there were some who just wanted to be her.

[Lunch Time]

"Ugh is the day almost over yet?" Peyton sat down across from Brooke at a wooden lunch table.

The two girls were sitting outside in the courtyard for lunch. Brooke suggested sitting outside so she could take a break from everyone staring at her and the whispers about her.

"I'm having fun!" Brooke said sarcastically before popping a baby carrot into her mouth and chomping down.

Peyton laughed, "Well of course you are!"

Brooke tilted her head to the side. "What do you mean by that?"

"I mean you're loving the attention you're getting from everyone!" Peyton said with a smirk.

Brooke sighed heavily, "Well I was loving it but now I feel like I should be old news so people should just start looking away."

Peyton laughed and shook her head. "You're a well-dressed, gorgeous, cheerleading type! You're not gonna be old news anytime soon."

Nathan spilled out of the double doors of the gyms with his friends following loudly behind him. Brooke watched Nathan as he made his way toward the cafeteria. He nodded once at Peyton and Brooke but continued to walk past the girls' table without saying a word to them.

"Well that was rude!" Brooke nodded toward Nathan.

Peyton gave her shoulders a rough shrug, " I've grown used to it."

"Peyton it's sad to see how you've grown accustomed to douche-bag behavior!" Brooke got up from the table and raced over to Nathan's table. Peyton watched her friend in horror.

The guys sitting around Nathan at the table began to whistle at Brooke as she walked toward them. She rolled her brown eyes and nodded towards Nathan, "Mind if I have a word with you?"

Nathan smirked at the pretty brunette girl standing in front of him, "About?"

"I thought I told you to stop being such an ass to my friend Peyton?" Brooke pursed her lips at the handsome basketball player.

Nathan laughed, "I don't remember you telling me that!" He was trying to look tough for his jock friends.

She leaned across the table towards Nathan and pulled him closer by his collar, "Next time you might to think twice about being a douche-bag to me or Peyton." She whispered into his ear, "Or you're balls will make a nice little necklace for me!"

Brooke blew him a kiss and strutted back to the table she was sharing with Peyton.

"Brooke what was that?" Peyton's green eyes were still wide with horror.

"Don't take his crap Peyton! I see right through the show he is putting on." Brooke calmly looked down at her well-manicured nails. "He is just trying to look tough for his little buddies. Next time call him out on!"

Peyton nodded slowly and looked over to her boyfriend. He seemed just as stunned as her. "You are really brave Brooke Davis!"

"I know!" Brooke smiled widely at her friend, "But it's not about being brave. It's about being treated right!" She looked over her shoulder at Nathan, "You made the right decision when it comes to looks but not when it comes to personality." Brooke turned her attention back to her friend, "Now we're going to walk past him and his little group of friends and we're going to not speak to him. Dish out what he gives to you!"

Peyton furrowed her brow at Brooke, "What is that going to solve?"

"It is going to make him go crazy for your attention!" Brooke smiled, "Just watch! After school you're gonna get a little visit from Nathan and he is going to be a lot more attentive and nice." She gathered up her things, "Let's go!"

"Brooke I'm not sure about this!" Peyton threw her heavy bag onto her shoulder.

Brooke sighed heavily and linked arms with her friend, "Do you want him or not?"

"I do!" Peyton sounded unsure.

Brooke looked over to her friend, "Oh. My. God!"

"What?" Peyton's frown deepened.

"You don't know if you like him anymore!" She nudged her friend in her side. "Why don't you just end it then Peyton?"

Peyton looked down at her dirty black and white Converse sneakers, "Because every time we break-up he does something sweet that pulls me right back in. I'm just waiting for the sweet Nathan to appear. I know he has it in him."

Brooke rolled her eyes, "Honey if you wait around too long you're gonna miss your chance with the right guy!"

Lucas Scott walked out of the cafeteria and found his little brother sitting at a table with half of the basketball team. Lucas was one of the stars of the basketball team but Nathan seemed to have reign over the group of players. He looked away from his brother and saw Peyton standing with a beautiful brunette. He began to blush for staring too long at Brooke so he walked off. Brooke caught Peyton staring Lucas down with nothing but lust deep in her eyes.

"Now I never see you look at Nate like that!" Brooke pulled her friend toward the cafeteria, "I think you know what you want to do but you're just afraid Nathan is going to suddenly change and become prince charming after you move on. I don't think Nathan is going to change anytime soon so stop waiting around for it to happen."

"I think you're right!" Peyton said softly as she watched Lucas walk towards the parking lot. "I'll catch up with you later."

Brooke smiled and nodded once, "Sure thing. I'll see you at cheer practice!" She walked away from her friend and toward her next class.

"Hey Brooke, wait up!" Nathan chased the petite teen down the hall.

She turned on her three inch heel and found Nathan Scott running towards her in the bare English hallway. "What is it?" She put her hands on her hips.

Nathan smiled and stopped running, "I just wanted to talk!"

Brooke laughed and shook her head, "Guys like you never just want to talk Nathan!"

"Guys like me?" He raised both eyebrows at her.

"Yes guys like you; jocks who walk around flaunting their ability to put a ball through a hoop!" Brooke motioned towards the varsity jacket Nathan had on, "Guys like you treat girls like crap because you assume we all like bad boys and that we just melt in our pants when you look in our direction." She looked him up and down, "News flash Nathan Scott! Not every girl wants to sleep with you." Brooke turned and left him standing in the hall alone.

Nathan watched Brooke strut down the hallway towards her class, something about her had him intrigued. He wanted to know more about her. Who was the real Brooke Davis?