Author's Note: Okay, well, like I promised, I'm here with the sequel. I'm sorry if you all didn't like the ending to Picking Up the Pieces but if they got together, then there would be no sequel, right? Anyway, I there isn't much to say about this story, it speaks for itself.

To new readers, this is the sequel to Picking Up the Pieces, so you should read that first or else you'll probably be confused by this.

Disclaimer: Shock, the horror! I own nothing. Are you surprised? Oh, no wait! I own Lacy! Yay, me!

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"Tutor Girl! Hurry your ass up!"

It was the day that every teenager dreads. The day that they all wish would never come; it was the first day of school. Senior year has finally come, and Brooke, Peyton and Haley were having mixed feelings about it. At first, at the beginning of summer, they thought senior year was going to be the best year of their lives. Then summer happened and everything changed. Now, the girls were dreading what was to come and a whole year of being single was upon them.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," Haley called back down, spitting out the last of her toothpaste and tossing the brush on the counter. The girls had woken up just in time for all three of them to have a shower and grab something for breakfast. There was no time for debating over the perfect outfit to wear, they all just grabbed something from Brooke's closet and got ready.

"P. Sawyer, you ready?" Just as she asked, Peyton strolled out of the kitchen, her backpack firmly in place on her shoulder. "At least someone is. Tutor Girl is taking forever."

"How come she gets a real nick name?" Peyton asked, slipping on her shoes and waiting beside Brooke. She wasn't really in the mood to go to school today, not that she ever was, but she needed something to wake her up and a stupid conversation with Brooke would do just that. "All I get is my last name."

"With a P," Brooke reminded her. She rolled her eyes. Half the time they complain about her constant use of their nicknames. Now they want better ones? She just couldn't win.

"I'm just saying…"

"You can be a Stooge or a little girl that eats with bears," Brooke told her, giving her a choice for a different name. "Take your pick."

"I'll stick with P. Sawyer," Peyton decided, snarling at the choices. Brooke sent her a tight smile and turned back towards the stairs. For the first time in her entire life, she was scared to go to school. She was worried about what the other students might say about her. Now she understood why so many people hated her. It sucked to be gossiped about.

"Thought so." Brooke was about to call up to Haley one more time, when the brunette came jogging down the stairs, giving her a look that told both girls not to mess with her. As much as they were dreading the first day back, it was going to be ten times worse for her. Nathan and Haley were the Bennifer of Tree Hill High. Now that they were broken up, and for the reasons they were broken up, they were going to be the talk of the school. "You ready?"

"Let's just get this over with," Haley mumbled, sliding on her shoes and standing up straight. She picked up her bag, swung it over her shoulder and stood there. She looked at Brooke expectantly. "Well, are we going?"

"Wow, someone's in a bad mood," Brooke teased, knowing that Haley wasn't really mad. She just got defensive and bitchy when she was nervous. "Okay, let's go." Brooke led the way out to her car, getting into the driver's seat. Haley called shotgun and Peyton piled in the back. They were already half way there before someone finally spoke.

"Do you think everyone will be talking about it?" Haley asked, nervously. She had just gotten used to the little murmurings that went on around her when she started dating Nathan. Before, when she was just Luke's friend, no one even knew her name, let alone talked about her. Now, after dating Nathan and being put on the map, it was almost like she was the most popular girl in school, other than Brooke and Peyton, of course.

"I'm not gonna lie to you Hales," Peyton began, but stopped when she caught the look Brooke was sending her through the rearview mirror. She turned back to Haley, a smile firmly placed on her face. "They won't be saying a word."

"Really?" Haley raised and eyebrow, having seen the look on Brooke's face. "So they won't be talking about you and Jake, either then? Or Nicki?"

"I don't know…"

"Or Brooke," Haley asked, completely turning away from the fumbling blonde and turning to her driving friend. "What about you and Lucas? You don't think that Theresa already has some gory story already all planned out?"

"It won't bother me," Brooke bit out, clenching her jaw and squeezing the steering wheel. Haley and Peyton shared a look, knowing she was lying. "Theresa can say whatever the hell she wants. I know it's not true and my friends know it's not true. That's all that matters to me."

"Sure," Peyton laughed, leaning forward to pat Brooke on the shoulder before slumping back in her seat and crossing her arms over her chest. She slipped on her sunglasses. "I believe you."

"Good," Brooke muttered, her gaze still completely focused on the road.

"Great," Haley agreed, pulling her sunglasses down over her head and turning in her seat so she was staring out the window. None of the girls said anything for the rest of the ride to school.

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"Lucas!" Karen's voice floated through the house. She had heard her son moving around in his room earlier and the shower running, so she knew he was awake, but he still hadn't come out of his room yet. If he didn't hurry, he was going to be late for school.

"One minute mom," Lucas called back, shoving his last book in his almost empty bag. He wasn't as worried about school as the girls, considering he never really cared much about gossip. Not to mention he was used to the people's murmurs, being the bastard son of Dan Scott and all.

Karen sighed, dropping the knife she was using to butter the toast she had prepared for her son. She wiped off her hands on the dishrag that was hanging on the handle of the oven and walked towards her son's room. She understood that things were always weird on the first day of school, but that was no excuse.

"Lucas, it's time to go." She pushed open the door and walked in. She was surprised to find Lucas standing in the middle of the room, fully dressed and with his bag firmly in place.

"Hey, mom."

"Hey," she greeted. Before she could continue, a low groan was heard from the floor to her left. Her eyes traveled to the lump of blankets on the floor, with a head of jet-black hair sticking out of the top. "Is that Nathan?"

"Oh, yeah," Lucas answered. "He crashed here last night. I hope that's okay with you." He glanced at Nathan quickly before moving past his mother and entering the kitchen. Karen stood there for a moment, watching Nathan coming to. She finally came to her senses and followed after her son, closing his bedroom door in the process so Nathan wouldn't be able to hear their conversation.

"What is he doing here?" she asked, her voice a little harsh. She walked into the kitchen to find Lucas standing at the counter, biting into a piece of nicely buttered toast. Lucas shrugged.

"He came to the door late last night," he answered, taking another bite. "He asked if he could crash here. He looked pretty upset about something so I said it was cool."

"After what he did to Haley, you're still friends with him?" Karen liked Nathan, or at least she did once he stopped bothering Lucas and started dating Haley. Now, after knowing what he did to Haley, and seeing just how much he was like his father, she didn't think she could ever like him again.

"Yeah, mom." Lucas moved over to the fridge and pulled out a jug of orange juice. He reached up and grabbed a glass from the top shelf and filled it with the drink before placing the jug back in the fridge.

"But she's your best friend."

"And he's my brother." He tossed the crust from the toast into the garbage and rinsed his plate off. Karen watched as he downed the rest of his orange juice and put his dirty glass in the sink. Once he was done, he turned around and face her, leaning against the counter. "He made a mistake. I can't hold a grudge forever."

"Dan made a mistake," Karen pointed out, not believing that Lucas was really just going to let Nathan's behavior slide like that. She could remember when Nathan and Haley first started going out; Lucas wouldn't let them out of his sight. "Does that mean that you and I should forgive him?"

"That's completely different…" Lucas started, raising his voice a little. He always got angry at the mere thought of his father. He let out a breath and shook his head. "I'm not having this conversation. I'm going to school." Just as he turned to leave, his bedroom door opened and a very sleepy looking Nathan walked out.

"Hey," he greeted, forgetting that he was just in his boxers. He looked between them, as if not knowing what was going on. "What's going on?" He tried his best to ignore the glare he was receiving from Karen.

"I was just about to leave for school," Lucas answered before his mother had a chance to snap at him. "You want a ride?" Nathan yawned and stretched, running a hand through his hair.

"I still gotta get ready," he answered, blinking a couple times to keep the light out of his eyes. He knew that they had been arguing about him before he entered, they weren't doing a very good job at hiding it. "I'll just go in late. I'm just gonna catch a shower and stuff."

"Alright, man," Lucas answered, moving towards the door. "Just help yourself to some clothes and breakfast if you want. I'll cover for you." Nathan nodded, yawned again and shuffled his feet towards the bathroom. Once the door was closed, Lucas raised his finger at his mom. "Be nice."

"I'm going to work." Without another word or another glance, Karen grabbed her purse and walked past Lucas and out the door. Lucas listened to the shower start and his mother's car speed off down the street. He stood there a moment, biting his bottom lip, contemplating what just happened. He nodded and banged his head against the fridge lightly.

"Well, this should be a fun year." He sighed and pushed off the fridge, grumbling under his breath as he walked out the door, leaving his little brother alone to get ready.

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That's the end of the first chapter. I hope you liked it and are excited for this. Please tell me what you think. Peace.