I don't really get mad, I get even.

Like when Brooke left me a message telling me that I no longer had a job at Clothes Over Bros. We've only been friends since high school, I only just got kicked out of Tree Hill High School trying to help her pass her stupid math class. I've only been working for her pretty much since she started needing models to show off her clothing line. So yeah, okay, I might have been slipping up a little here and there, not showing up to work and stuff, but we're friends. I thought she'd at least come and talk to me before she let her bitchy mom get her to fire me. Where was her mom when the two of us were living together in high school? Where was she then?

Whatever. It's not like I really needed that dumb job. Even though my parents cut me off and I used all of my money up on drugs. Sure, they say rehab is probably the best place for me but then my friend Brooke came to town. I told her I didn't want to be alone and so she brought me back to Tree Hill to live with her and Peyton.

Enter the She-Bitch. I never liked Victoria but I knew it was only a matter of time before she had Brooke convinced that I was a no good freeloader and that she should throw me out on my ass. Good thing for her I didn't adopt that philosophy when Brooke needed somewhere to stay in high school.

So I didn't get mad. I got even. Besides, I need the money more than Brooke does. Hopefully one day she'll understand.