𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐞, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮
in which the cliché of the star basketball player and captain of the cheer squad becomes a reality
𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐜
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𝐓𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐄𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. As she walked outside of the school, she came across Brooke, who looked to be raising money. The Brooke Davis she knew would never.
"Brooke? What are you doing?" Emiliana asked her, looking at the poster of an ill girl with the caption 'Give Generously' and the plastic jar Brooke was holding with the same picture on it.
"Just raising some money," she shrugged.
"For what?"
Brooke ignored Emiliana and continued to try to get other students' attention. "Come on, pony up, people! There's kids in this world a lot more miserable than you!" Brooke smiled when a girl put some money in the jar. "Thank you. God bless."
Another guy who was walking by also stopped to put some money in the jar. "God bless you," Brooke smiled. Peyton and Haley approached the two girls, looking just as confused as Emiliana. "Change for the needy?" Brooke asked them, shaking the jar.
"Brooke, I had no idea you were so... charitable. What's the cause?" Haley asked.
"Just needy people," Brooke replied vaguely.
Peyton rolled her eyes in amusement. "Brooke, I recognize the photo. It's from an ad for cramp medicine."
Emiliana and Haley looked at Brooke, waiting for an explanation. "Wow! Homeless and PMSing, poor girl," Brooke said.
"Brooke!"
"Alright, the money's for me," she admitted. "I'm the needy one, as in I need some things for your club opening."
Peyton's all ages club, Tric, was finally opening. "Um, I don't think you can do that," Emiliana chuckled.
Brooke smiled sheepishly. "Sort of, but you know, what am I supposed to do for money?"
"Try getting a job," Peyton suggested, laughing.
"Right, doing what?" Brooke scoffed.
"Anything, a number of things. What are your skills?" Haley asked her.
Brooke paused. "I dunno. I'm good with guys. Dates, dating."
"Yeah, and?"
"Sex, but..." she trailed off.
"That would make you a hooker," Emiliana told her. Brooke shrugged carelessly, not seeming opposed to the idea. "Don't worry. I'll take you shopping on a budget."
