A/N: Brooke and Peyton have had a secret fling going for about two months. Not even their boyfriends know. After Peyton catches Brooke in a compromising position will Brooke's explanations be enough. Blackmail, poetry, hot guys and girls, Chris Keller, Dan Scott and all of the other wonderful drama that encompasses Tree Hill. Enjoy! This is the prologue to what I hope will be an ongoing story if all goes well. I update regularly because I'd hate to leave y'all hanging like that ;) It's a Breyton fic because no one ever finishes them unless they are one shots. Love comments and love critiques. Tell me what you want and I'll do my best to comply. BTW all of the chapters are song titles because I'm too lazy to make up my own. The first person to name the artist or band I'll write a one-shot OTH fic just for you :)

"Face Down"

There is this moment in the morning when the air is brisk and a light breeze caresses my skin. The world isn't as scary then. It seems calm. It's peaceful. That is when I look up and see the gold light seeping through the whistling trees. At that moment I am at a loss for words, because I cannot think of a sight more perfect than this. That is what it feels like to stare into the eyes of Brooke Davis.

I get chills just seeing a glimpse of those sparkling hazel-green orbs. It is the only way to see beneath her guarded surface. In those eyes I see all the fear and pain, but also the light innocence and joyful kind-hearted girl I know and love. Brooke Davis is the girl I get to make love to.

But lately she has been distant. I can't quite put my finger on it right now, but I'm hoping this time alone will help her open up. As I kiss her I feel her hesitance. I think she just realized for the first time where this is heading since most of our clothes are spread in various places around Brooke's bedroom.

I reach to unclasp her bra, but she puts a trembling hand to my chest before I can finish the job. "Hey pretty girl, what's wrong?" I as the suddenly shy brunette while I pull back and caress the side of her face.

"Lucas, I don't know if I'm ready for this. I mean, I think we should wait." Brooke utters just above a whisper, but she looks away as she speaks.

Its been two months since Brooke and I started seeing each other 'exclusively' under her terms. She insisted that we wait for anything too intimate, but two months seems like a year in guy math. "Hey, look at me." I say softly, but her eyes are still averted. "I have done everything you've asked. Every test and every tedious Brooke Davis chore. Hey, I even sewed a dress for you." This drew a light giggle from those pink lips. She still hasn't looked at me though.

"Lucas I'm scared." She turns her head towards the window where the light is peaking through the shades of the apartment. That's when I see the shiny glimmer in her eyes. She's crying. "Brooke? Tell me. You can trust me. I'm here now and I'm not going anywhere." I pull her face to look at me with her water filled eyes. There's rain pouring down on my blissful morning.

"Lucas, I love-" she's cut off by the click of the door and a sharp gasp. She didn't need to look to know exactly who it was.

"Brooke?" Came the shaky feminine voice. "…and Lucas" The short haired blonde gritted out. Everyone was silent, and this is when I saw it in her eyes. While the girls stare at each other I lift up to move which only reveals Brooke's half naked and perfectly toned body. A slow tear slides down the face of the blonde before she makes a hasty exit.

"Peyton," Brooke whispers just barely audible for me to hear before she pushes me off and yells "PEYTON!" The brunette runs around the room grabbing at random scraps of clothes before she is out the door too. I smile a bit, not out of happiness but out of hysteria. "Peyton," is the only word I can speak after what just happened. What did just happen?

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"Peyton wait!" I yell but she ignores me. I know she hears me. There aren't too many 18 year old girls with a voice as raspy as mine.

She whips her body around with a ball of furry and tears emitting from her thin frame. "What Brooke? What could you possibly have to say?" There's no anger to her words; just pain and sadness.

"It's not what ii- "She cuts me off again.

"It's not what it looked like? Really Brooke? Who's shirt is that." I look down to see that I grabbed Lucas' shirt instead of my own. "That's what I thought." It was kinda hard to see since the sun started setting about an hour ago.

Peyton's arms are crossed and that is when I realize she is wearing Ellie's leather jacket. "Peyton, where's Ellie?" I asked knowing that Ellie never went anywhere without that jacket.

"What?" Peyton asks clearly confused by the off topic question.

"Ellie? That's her jacket. Where is she" I asked but I'm pretty sure I already know the answer.

"Brooke, you were just sleeping with Lucas and you want to ask me about my birth mom." Peyton is laughing like an insane person and at this point I'm pretty sure she has completely lost it.

I try again with nothing but love and concern in my voice, "Peyton? Where's Ellie? The tears are pouring out of Peyton's glossy green eyes as she falls to the ground.

"She's…" Peyton starts with a shaky breath. "She's gone Brooke. She's gone and now I have no one." She has her knees pulled to her chest and I crouch down to hold her.

I thought for sure that she pull away but she complies while I rap my arms around her and whisper "That's not true Pey. You have your dad and Nathan and tutor wife and-"

"You? Lucas? She spits our names out venomously. I think she wants a response or an explanation but nothing I say will please her.

"Yes." I say simply before adding on to my vague response. "Peyton…me and Luke. There's more to the story. I didn't want to-" Peyton jumps up and turns away to hide her flustered face and angry tears.

"Want to what? See your girlfriend walk in on you screwing your ex? I guess you thought it was okay since we're not public right? Is that it?" Peyton is yelling now but honestly I'm the one who should be pissed at this point.

"Who's fault is that." I screech. I'm slight embarrassed at the high decibel and rasp in my shaky voice. "Ms. 'I don't want to tell anyone' or 'we should see other people so no one asks questions.' Yeah, who's brilliant idea was that Peyton?" My voice is getting a bit too loud so I grit out the last part to save the neighbors the drama. "YOURS!" I take a breath but I haven't quite gotten this weight off of my chest. "So I'm your girlfriend now?"

"Of course. At least I thought you were." Her voice is calmer but the anger is still dripping from each word she throws at me.

"Oh really? How about when Jake puts his arm around you when you walk down the hall way at school, or when you slide into his lap at lunch?" Now I'm the one with the insane laugh "Am I your girlfriend, Peyton, when you're sticking your tongue down your boy toys throat against the lockers across from mine?" I have to yell at the part. I just want to punch Jake out every time he grabs her, and the mere thought breaks my heart.

Peyton crosses her arms again but this time out of shame and not guarded anger. "It's not my fault that our lockers are so close to each other." I can't even respond to that comment. There is no metaphorical saying that says 'when at school, start dry humping in the hall ways.'

"You know something Peyton? You've never even called me your girlfriend until today. Bet you don't think about that at night when he's on top o-"

"God Brooke, I NEVER SLEPT WITH JAKE." If she cuts me off one more time I swear I'll… well I don't know what I will do but I'll be damned if I let her get away with it.

"Okay, sure." I cross my arms.

"No Brooke, I didn't." We're not all sluts like you." That hurt. But I'll take the emotional beating if it means there is a chance she'll let me explain why I was in bed with Lucas.

I was just about to respond when I catch the new Tree Hill mayor lurking out of the corner of my eye. Fear strikes me almost as bad as the time I found out daddy was broke, but this was ten times worse. I remembered our 'arrangement' and had to think quick before he thought this was something it wasn't. "Well I was a slut when you met me and I'm a slut now. Nothing's changed Peyton. I slept with Lucas and now it is what it is. It can't be undone." I catch the smirk from one Dan Scott, our so called mayor, just as he turns to walk away. I turn back to Peyton but she's getting in her car ready to drive off. I run after her to explain what just happened but she peels out. "But, I love you." I whispered.

I turn back to get the keys to my car but I run straight into the one and only Mayor Scott. "Well well, Ms. Davis. Do I need to remind you about our...contract should we call it?" I cut my eyes at him before brushing past him.

He grabs my arm and I struggle to get free. "I'm not doing this anymore." He snatches me back quick before I have time to scream. He puts his hand around my mouth and that's when I realize for the first time that I'm totally screwed.

"No! You're coming with me." I can't remember what happened after that but I remember pain and then darkness.

"Peyton, I love you."

TO BE CONTINUED

Next Chapter: Three months ago. Peyton and Brooke are fighting. Dan is being a creep. Nathan and Haley try to maintain some stability between their friends, and each other.