Peyton's putting stuff into her locker as Nathan walks up and asks, "You're not still mad at me, are you?" She says, "I'm not mad. We're just over." Nathan stares at her as she walks away.
Brooke slides in front of Luke as he takes something from his locker. She's smooth. "Hey, cutie." Her voice sounds like she's been smoking for about a hundred years, but it seems to work. "I saw your picture in the paper. Personally, I didn't think it did you justice." He says, "No?" She grabs his shirt right around his pectoral muscle and says, "No. Far too much clothing." Then she walks away. He puts his head right where she used to be standing and leans into his locker, watching her as she walks away. But all Luke sees is Nathan leading Haley into the Tutoring Centre. As Haley laughs, Luke seethes in anger.
The boys are in their warm-up suits. Various balls head toward the basket. Some go in, some don't. Woda comes up to Luke and says, "The father/son game's coming up. Have you considered who you want to play with?" Luke tosses the ball that he was holding in his hand toward the basket before he answers, "I figured I'd skip it." Woda says, "Aw, son. I know it's hard, but it would be worse if you didn't play. Besides, I thought you said you were through hiding from Dan." Luke says defensively, "I have!" Woda insists, "Well, wouldn't it be fun to dunk on him?" Whitey chuckles to himself as he leaves the court.
At the other end of the gym, the cheerleaders are practicing. Blah Ravens, blah pom-poms, blah cheer. Apparently, Brooke's head Ravenette. She notices something Peyton does and tells her that she's got the arms wrong. Peyton deadpans, "It's not brain surgery, Brooke." What's with the attitude? Peyton snarks, "What's with your life?" Brooke just looks at her. "Seriously, aren't you embarrassed that the most important thing in your world is some stupid cheer?" Hear! Hear! Brooke says, "Look, I'm really sorry things didn't work out between you and Nathan. But don't go all Mariah on me, okay?" Rah! Rah! Sis-boom-bah! Heh, poor Mariah, they've turned her into a verb -- perhaps the OED will add that definition next to "bling-bling." Peyton shouts, "You think this is about Nathan? You're not even close. You're not even in the neighbourhood of close." What then? "What's wrong is how pointless all of this is!" Brooke tries to get her to stop saying stuff. "NO! Because it's true!" The boys have stopped practicing and have turned to watch her freak out. "What difference does it make if you sleep with the popular guy or go to the right parties? Or you know the moves to some moronic cheer to do at some lame-ass game I could care less about!" She shoves her pom-poms at Brooke and stomps away. Whitey watches the meltdown. He senses a Woda-moment coming on. He begins to prepare his speech. The balls falling on the floor echo Peyton's footsteps as she marches her angsty-ass right out of the gym. Luke, and then Nathan, watch her as she leaves. Um, if Brooke's Peyton's best friend, wouldn't she know what's upsetting her -- just by nature of all the kids having been at school together forever? Wouldn't someone clue in that the girl misses her mom?