Tree Hill High. Wow, for once, the Tree Hill sign doesn't reference basketball -- in fact, it's advertising Wrestling, Thursday at 6 PM. Do you think that team sees as much drama as the basketball team does? Peyton and Brooke walk away from the school. Brooke says, "All I remember is you, me and Tutor Girl in my car, and Lucas and Nathan?" Okay, this can't possibly be the day after the big game because last week in the "next day" shot of Brooke, Peyton, and Haley, where they showed them all returning to normal, they were all wearing different clothes -- but whatever, I'll go with it. Brooke: "And you said something about being into Lucas, but it could have been Nathan." Peyton's hair springs out of her head like yarn on a cheap doll's head. Both girls are wearing very tiny leather jackets. "And I need to know." Peyton pauses for a minute, looks at Brooke, and says woodenly, "Need?" Brooke: "Two of them, two of us, plenty of fine Scott boys to go around and your courtesy hold on Lucas has expired." Peyton raises her elbow and wheezes. I'm assuming she tried to laugh there, but the 100-pack-a-day habit must have caused that laugh to come out all wrong. She sounds like she's a fifty-year-old factory worker. Brooke continues, "And you and Nathan were so interesting together, plus we could still trade off once in a while, it's a win-win situation."

The two of them happen upon Lucas, probably listening to his "P.S. Whatever" mix and reading Jack Kerouac. Brooke slides into her "flirtatious" personality as she says, "Hey, Broody." Her talent for nicknames tends to lend itself a bit too much to the obvious. Hey, TPTB, just to let you know, I'm available day or night to brainstorm better nicknames and comebacks than Luke's barely-registering "Hey, Cheery." What's up with that? Call me, 1-800-Ragdoll. Luke pulls the headphones out of his ears, says hey to Peyton, and then looks her up and down. Brooke leaves after asking if she'll see Peyton at practice. I guess Peyton's still a cheerleader; good to see that visibly troubled portion of her personality still firmly fitted into acceptable society. She can't hate it that much or else she'd have quit by now. Any. Way. Peyton sits down across from Luke and asks, "So, what's the deal? Are we going to hang out at this annual Scott money burn, or what?" Luke: "Yeah, right. Like I'm going to spend my Friday night with Nathan and Dan. I'd rather stay home with The Great Gatsby." Hold on! Whoa! Stop the presses. Is the literary reference du jour in some way implying that Dan is Gatsby -- all that money, no happiness -- and we can all feel the emptiness of the Jazz Age through the pain in Dan's eyes? Yawn. And is Lucas working his way through all of the American classics this semester? Sigh -- well, at least he's reading. Peyton: "You know, I read a book last night." Really? Okay, everyone, catch up quick, Peyton's using innuendo. It's shocking, honestly. Shut up, Peyton's innuendo. Blah about a girl and a guy, blah weird connection, blah all this drama, blah ex-boyfriend, blah the guy's brother, blah climax at this party at their evil dad's house. Luke smiles. "Huh. What happens in the end?" Peyton presses the button marked "coy" and replies, "You're just going to have to show up to find out."