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She was fiercely independent,
Brooke Davis.
Brilliant and beautiful, and brave. In two years she had grown more then anyone I had ever known.
Brooke Davis was a lot of firsts for me. My first serious girlfriend, the first girl who ever got me drunk and tattooed, and yes, the first girl I ever had sex with. But she was also the first girl I cheated on. The first girl who had put her heart in my inexperienced hands.
She broke up with me senior year of high school, after our second attempt at a relationship. When I look back on it, there must've been something I could've said or done, but when someone tells you they stopped missing you, you're pretty much screwed no matter what you say. I had looked into her sad eyes when she told me she would always love me, and I couldn't believe that she really wanted to break up with me. So for the days after our relationship ended I was sweet, I tried to regain any kind of contact to her, but she was stubborn and refused. I thought it was because she wasn't in love with me anymore, so I retreated.
And then I accused her of being pregnant with Chris Keller's baby.
She looked at me with such hate, a look I'd only seen junior year, when she found out I had cheated on her with Peyton Sawyer. Then, just for half a second, her eyes showed disappointment and sadness. And I knew she was still hurting.
One month later, I had started dating Peyton and had given up on Brooke. I hadn't seen her in a week, and I realized it was because she hadn't been at school. I went to her house directly after school, worry consuming me, and rang her doorbell. And Brooke answered, all body parts in tact, tooth brush in her mouth, and visibly pregnant.
So I passed out on her doorstep.
When I came to I was lying on Brooke's couch, how she got me there is still a mystery to me, and Brooke was sitting across from me looking insanely guilty.
"Hey" Is the first thing she says to me and I can't help but be completely outraged.
"Are you kidding me?" I said, rubbing the bump on my head.
"Look Lucas, just relax. I was gonna tell you." She sounds so innocent and my face softens at the sight of her protruding stomach.
"How long have you been, you know, how far along are you?" I managed to stutter out.
"Almost 4 months."
"And it's mine? It's ours?" I questioned
"Please don't tell Peyton."
Brooke Davis has a heart of gold. She gets pregnant at 18 and is worried about Peyton's happiness.
I start to ask her why, until her face contorts in pain and she presses a hand to her belly.
"Brooke? What's, what's going on? Are you okay?" I asked, full of fear until she smiles and giggles at me.
"I'm fine. It just kicked, that's all. Do you wanna feel it?"
It was amazing. Just knowing that I had created another life, and getting to feel it.
But what the fuck was I going to tell my mom.
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"A MAN MUST KNOW HIS OWN DESTINY...IF HE DOES NOT RECOGNIZE IT, THEN HE IS LOST. BY THIS I MEAN, ONCE, TWICE, OR AT THE VERY MOST THREE TIMES FATE WILL REACH OUT AND TAP A MAN ON THE SHOULDER.IF HE HAS IMAGINATION, HE WILL TURN AROUND AND FATE WILL POINT OUT TO HIM WHAT FORK IN THE ROAD HE SHOULD TAKE, IF HE HAS THE GUTS- HE'LL TAKE IT."
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"Mom? Can we talk?" I asked, a few nights later.
"Uh oh. What happened?" She said, and I can already tell she knows.
"It's Brooke." I said, tears welling in my eyes. "You were right. She's, she's pregnant. And I need you, now more then ever."
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So it's gonna get a little confusing after this. Next chapter I'm switching to present tense, and maybe to a different point of view. I dunno, I just really wanted to use Lucas's book as a starting place. So if you have any questions feel free to ask.
And R E V I E W. Please.
Disclaimer- OTH is mine. Except, ya know, it's not…
