Haley stands in the crowded gym while Mouth narrates, "Haley James stands in front of the basket with a flawless four-point-oh GPA hanging in the balance." She's wearing pyjamas and contemplating the basketball she's holding in her hands. Brooke and Peyton toss their pom-poms into the air. As they pan down the line of cheerleaders, Dim's there, twirling away with the rest of them. Heh. Sometimes this show has a good sense of humour. Mouth continues, "She's going to need this free throw to pass phys ed." Dim shakes his head with the beat. Luke's there with his tattoo covered up. Mouth: "Otherwise, her perfect grade point average is history." A shirtless Nathan says, "Come on, Hails, you can do it." I know it's illegal and everything, but Nate looks good with his shirt off. Yummy. Whitey shouts, "Don't miss it, Tutor Girl!" The basket looms. Haley dribbles, panics, dribbles again, and throws the ball; it barely passes the free throw line and then thuds to the ground. Heh. Instantly, Haley wakes up from her bad dream. She tosses off her covers and jumps up, rubbing her hand through her hair. I guess Haley needs to make the free throw pass just to pass gym. Remember when we all had to do the Canadian Fitness Challenge? Sit-ups, push-ups and pull-ups, and the 100-metre dash? I feel your pain, Haley, I really do.

At school the next day (I'm assuming), Luke catches up to Peyton as she walks down a set of stairs. He asks how her father's doing. She replies that he's fine, thanks. Luke stops her mid-getaway-as-quick-as-she-can, and asks, "And, uh, how about with us?" Note: Luke's still wearing the necklace that Brooke gave him. Peyton replies, "Moment of weakness, right?" Only she mumbles so much that I think she's saying, "Mumble of bleakness, right?" She looks at Luke and continues, "I've been feeling guilty about it all weekend." He has too. She says, "Listen, why don't we just bury it and pretend it didn't happen, okay?" Luke squints and jumbles up his eyebrows. Somehow, I don't think that's the answer he's looking for, but he agrees with her, because denying your feelings is the only thing that's going to stop this train wreck of a situation. Or not. Brooke comes bounding up to the two of them and squeaks, "Hello friends!" She looks at Peyton: "Girl." She looks at Luke: "Boy." They do not even match her in terms if perkiness. Brooke asks, "What's the latest scandal?" Luke and Peyton look guiltily at one another. When they don't say anything, Brooke continues, "You two never have any good gossip." And whoa, isn't that ironic. Yawn. Brooke's motor mouth keeps on truckin': "Are we still re-doing your bedroom tonight?" Peyton says yes. Brooke turns to Luke and asks, "Are you up for some heavy lifting?" Luke stutters, "Well, I --" And Brooke finishes, "Would love to help." He agrees, with a reluctant smile. Brooke jokes, "You, me and Broody in your bedroom all night. The web cam pervs are going to love it." Oh boy. She's so perky that you know it's just going to end badly.