A/N – Alright guys, so here's my story, I really hope you like it, the song is called The First Single by 'The Format'. So please R/R with any comments and suggestions!

He looked at this girl, this girl who he loved so much, the same girl that now had tear stained cheeks and her hands in fists, punching his chest in hopes of hurting him as much as he hurt her.

Every time he tried to hold her, tried to calm her, she pushed him away. He had never seen her like this before, but then again, they're relationship had never been tested like this. He knew it was his fault, he knew he was the one that caused her all this pain, and he knew their relationship would never be the same. Words could not describe what she meant to him, he was supposed to protect her, he was supposed to be the one constant in her life, the one person who wouldn't leave her, who wouldn't hurt her the way others had before. Yet now, he had hurt her more then a distant father, an ex-best friend, a stalker, or two dead mothers could have ever hurt her; because she had given him her heart, unconditionally, and he had broken it.

Flashback

"Luke? Is anybody home?" Peyton Sawyer quickly smoothed her shirt and hair as she entered the apartment of her boyfriend of 3 years, and – in exactly 12 days – her new roommate. "Lucas where are you? I have a surprise for you!" She said excitedly, clutching a limited addition hard cover William Shakespeare screenplay in her hands.

Peyton walked through the apartment, eyeing her surroundings, boxes where everywhere; yet his books scattered where still not packed, she laughed to herself 'if he honestly thinks he can read all these books in 12 days, he is seriously delusional'

It was then that Peyton noticed a pair of Gucci shoes on the floor; questioningly she made her way to the bedroom.

"Nice gift Scott, but you know I'm a converse girl" She said as she slowly opened the door. Little did she know, the shoes belonged to a familiar woman from her past.

A quiet gasp escaped her throat as she looked from the clothes on the floor to the sleeping couple on the bed.

"B-Brooke." She said, tears forming in her eyes.

Suddenly the brunette awoke and looked from the man beside her in bed, to the Peyton standing in the doorway.

"I-I… I'm sorry" Brooke said as she quickly got out of the bed, grabbed her clothes and walked past Peyton and through the door, leaving a very hurt Peyton and a suddenly awake Lucas.

I can't stand to think about a heart so big it hurts like hell
Oh my god I gave my best but for three whole years to end like this

Tears began forming as Peyton quickly turned around and began to walk out the door.

"Peyt, wait!" Lucas yelled, jumping out of bed and following her.

"Don't you dare, Lucas, You have no right to call me 'Peyt' not now and not ever again." Peyton stood there partly shocked at what she had said, but more so shocked at the scene she had just seen.

Well do you want to fall apart? I can't stop if you can't start
Do you want to fall apart? I could if you can try to fix what I've undone
'Cause I hate what I've become

"Peyton, I'm so sorry, I love you"

Peyton closed her eyes, fighting away all the tears trying so desperately to break free. "You know the funny thing is that in all my life, I've never given my whole heart to someone, not Nathan or Jake, and I gave it to you, unconditionally. And you want to know why Lucas, it's because I have fallen completely in love with you. Every thing you say and you do makes me fall deeper and deeper," She allowed the tears to fall as Lucas looked at her, tears beginning to appear in his own eyes as he stepped closer to her.

"This way that you can make me smile like I've never smiled before, or when you look at me like I'm the only girl in the room. I trusted you, with my heart and my soul, my whole existence has become so wrapped around you in the past three years that I often wondered what would happen if I didn't have you. For three years I have never thought of another guy, I have never doubted my love for you, not once, in three years, three years Lucas! But now, why now? And why with Brooke? When you told me that I was the one, the one you wanted and the one you loved, where you confused? Have you just been stringing me along as an easy lay until Brooke would take you back?"

I hate what I've become

Lucas looked at her, obvious hurt reflected in his eyes. "Peyton you know that isn't true, I didn't mean for this to happen, I love you, I'm in love with you. It just happened, it wasn't supposed to, and I hate that it did, I hate that I let it happen and I hate myself for ever hurting you. You have to believe me Peyton, Brooke was in the city visiting some friends and called me, we went out for a couple drinks and got carried away, it shouldn't of happened, and it will never happen again." Lucas stepped closer to her once more, gently holding her at arms distance, looking into her eyes. "You're the one I want Peyton, you're the one I need, and I can't live without you Peyt."

He was doing it, looking at her in that certain way, with those perfect piercing blue eyes. She knew it was happening, she hated herself for beginning to forgive him again. He leaned in to kiss her, and she succumbed under his lips and into his arms.

Suddenly, as if a slap in the face, or a splash of cold water; Peyton remembered and pushed him away, punching his chest in a constant hope of hurting him too.

End Flashback

"No! Lucas this is not one of those little things that you can fix with a kiss and a sorry. You slept with her!" Talking a breath, Peyton composed herself and looked at him, his eyes so hurt and hers so angry. "Don't call me, don't come to my apartment, don't email me, just don't do anything. We're done. Call Brooke, I'm sure she an ease your breaking heart" Peyton ended sarcastically, and began to walk away, suddenly remembering her tight grip on the book in her hands.

Turning around she handed it to him. "Here, I thought you could add it to your collection, kind of ironic now, isn't it?"

Lucas simply looked at her, he wanted to say so many things, he wanted to tell her how much he loved her, how he couldn't live without her. How even now, even with her being steps away, he missed her, and he felt lonely without her. He so desperately prayed for the words, the words to describe the feeling he gets when he isn't with her, and even worse, the feeling he gets when he is. Lucas wished for a word, just one word that could fix this, a single word that would shut that door she had opened, latch it shut and never let her go, he prayed as she looked at him one last time, he prayed as she walked out the door, and quite possibly, out of his life for good.

Lucas Scott had never wanted something so bad in his whole life, and as he watched the elevator doors close, he knew that all the praying in the world wouldn't help. There wasn't a word that could make this better, he had ruined everything, and as he looked down at the book in his hands, he smiled at the title "Romeo and Juliet" But that smile suddenly faded as he quickly remembered the ending.

Oh, I hate what I've become.

A/N : I promise it will get better! R/R Please!