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Last Time: The kissing stopped but we stood right where we were. My head turned and as soon as I caught sight of who it was, my eyes widened like a deer caught in headlights. I snuck a glance to Lucas and saw that his expression mirrored mine. Turning back, I tried to form words but they would come out until I finally untangled myself from Lucas.
"H-Haley. What are you doing here?"
But she didn't have time to reply because as soon as the words left my lips, I took in the other person there with her.
Peyton.
Shanking Blonde
Lucas' POV;
Peyton.
The name alone used to bring chills to my body. Used to make me feel weak in the knees and a lopsided grin form on my lips - lips that were red from kissing someone who was not Peyton. Now, now all I felt when I heard the name was nothing. Absolutely nothing. Ever since I knew what she was capable of, ever since she lost my child, ever since I realized I never loved her, the name Peyton brought no feelings anymore. Well, except for in this moment. In this moment, a surge of different emotions overwhelm me. Confusion as to why she was there. Anger as to why she was in my house as well as interupting my time with Brooke. And annoyment for all of the above.
"What the hell are you doing here?" The words flowed out of my mouth before my brain processed what I was actually saying. But this was my house, my territory. She had no right to be here. She lost that right and would never be gaining it back the day she walked out that church. I saw the brief look of hurt flash across her face but that didn't faze me anymore.
Brooke, however, tensed at my side and shot me an incredulous look and tensed beside me that I noticed out of the corner of my eye. I refused to look away from this blonde - pardon my language - bitch. She was psycho. Who knows, the moment I turn away she could pick up a knife and shank the life out of me. I didn't want to die just yet. Not by her hand. How scary would that be?
"Lucas," Brooke scolded in a whisper. She nudged me with her elbow in my stomach but I barely noticed it. "Stop it."
Peyton ignored Brooke's whispering altogether because her gaze rested on me. I could feel her taking in my posture. The way I was holding Brooke close to me, which had changed since I had seen Peyton come in. Instead of holding her in a passionate embrace, my arms had tightened almost unconciously and in a protective manner. "What is this?" She whispered.
Did she just say that? Did she really just say THAT? "Nothing of your business." I replied curtly. "As I recall, you were the one who ended things by running out of the church. Or wait, it was before that, wasn't it? Back when you cheated on me. Yeah, that's exactly when things were ended. Or perhaps you fucked someone before you did Jake."
"Lucas." Brooke's scolding voice broke through, this time louder. "Stop it. Now." I glanced down and caught a glimpse of her expression as she turned to face her-supposed-best friend. It was a face I never wanted to see on Brooke. Ever again.
Her face was twisted with guilt and pain. Pain. I felt as if my stomach were in knots just looking at her.
"Peyton, let me explain." Brooke started.
"Explain what, Brooke? Explain that you've been sleeping with Lucas after you known and always have known how I feel about him?" Her voice held an accusing tone.
"Don't you pin the blame for this on her." I growled. No way was going to talk that way to Brooke. Not in my house, not ever. "If anyone's to blame here, Peyton, look in the mirror. Now, I want to know what you're doing in my house and who gave you an invitation to come in."
"I-I did." Haley's voice broke through for the first time and I finally let my eyes rest on her since she had come in. My eyes widened and I was about to start blaming her, but the tone she held, well, I couldn't be mad at my best friend. Her voice was small, quiet, and embaressed by her actions. "I-we were outside. We knocked three times but no one answered. So I thought you just weren't answering or-or something. I let myself in and Peyton followed." She bit her lip. "I'm sorry, Luke." Haley was smart. She could tell from what she had seen exactly my position with Brooke and by the way I had spoken to Peyton how I felt about her. "Peyton was coming to talk to you and I was coming for support. We just didn't know you'd have...company." Her eyes slid over to Brooke quickly before meeting mine again apologetically. I knew she was dying inside for questions about all this, but I also knew she was feeling horrible for bringing all this un-needed drama her.
I distangled myself from Brooke and took a step forward. Right in-between my brunette beauty and the blonde twig from hell. "It's fine." I only said before looking at Peyton again. My eyes narrowed and I raised my chin. "You and I have nothing to talk about. There is nothing more between us. We've been over for a long time now. So, please, take your scrawny ass and leave my house before I make you."
Peyton scoffed and glared at me. "Lucas, how-how could you?" I could see her eyes getting glassy and hazy. "You-you said you loved me. You said-"
"Yeah. You also said I'd be the only one in your life."
She shut up at that.
"Leave, Peyton. Now."
She wanted to argue. She wanted to convince me she was wrong. She wanted to tear Brooke's eyes out. All that I could tell from her look. But instead, she let out a huffed breath, sounded like she was holding back a sob - pathetic - and stomped her foot before turning on her heel and turning back the way she came.
Then, all that was left was a silence.
W.I.I.L.I.S.B.
"Lucas, really. I am so, so sorry I brought her here. I thought-I thought you were alone." This must have been the hundreth time Haley had apologized and I couldn't help but just smile slightly at her and shake my head.
"Haley, stop. Really. It's fine. You didn't have any bad intentions. I know you."
"I tried to stop her from coming in. I did. When you didn't answer - and now I know why - I told her we should leave but she burst the door open and I came in front of her to stop her and then... Well, you know the rest."
I nodded.
"I still can't believe you didn't tell me though." She pouted, crossing her arms, clearly trying to veer away from the subject of Peyton. We were all seated on the couch, my dinner left forgotten in the kitchen. Haley was on one couch, Brooke and I on the other.
Brooke smiled gently, sadly, apologetically. She - being closest to Haley - leaned forward and took Haley's hand in hers. "And I'm really sorry, Hales. We wanted to tell you, really. It's just, it didn't seem the right time. Everything just happened so fast. I really am sorry."
"How long as it been going on?"
Brooke turned to look at me and bit her lip. I nodded slightly before she turned back to look at our friend. "A month or so."
Haley's jaw dropped. I didn't want it to go on this longer, but it had. "A month?"
We nodded.
She was silent for a moment I found myself holding my breath. Haley had been my best friend since I could remember. Everything we would tell each other. Every single little thing. And something this big, I kept from her. I found myself wondering if she was mad. She couldn't be mad. She was Haley. Then again, for that reason she very well could be mad. We were wrong to hide it but it was the only thing at the moment that was best, right? "Haley?"
"I was just wondering," she started, her gaze looking down for a long moment before bringing it back up to us. "Does that mean that Jamie was right when he said he thought he saw his Aunt Brooke and Uncle Lucas kissing at Chuck-E-Cheese?"
Oh. I guess he had found out.
A/N: Mkay, I know. This sucks. x.x I just wanted a chapter up to move it along. And I know, the lack of action with Peyton is disappointing and the rest of the chapter is boring. But, I promise, it WILL get better. I was just too happy to write something too depressing or upsetting. -coughcough; But still, review? :DDD