Author's Note: This is my first fan fic so bare with me

Summary: This is set in season with the changes being that Dan Scott had another child (Riley a girl). Only couple that's set in stone is Brucas, I'm open to ideas on the others. Many, Many other changes will be made, but they'll be explained as the story progresses. Luke is a very confused boy I should say.

Chapter 1: Loneliness

They sit there at their table like royalty, laughing and joking completely in love with how perfect their lives are.

It's a funny thing, the whole quad is full of students and yet here I sit at my table alone. Sometimes while I'm sitting here alone I wonder what I must have done to deserve this kind of torture. Then there are times when I feel like a whiner. In all honesty what right do I have to complain about my life when there are people just hanging on to their lives?

But that doesn't change the fact that I live in a world where my birth father chose to raise two of his children and then hate me. A world where those same two children despise everything about me. My mother and my uncle can tell me every day till their blue in the faces that were better off. Hell, sometimes when I see how screwed up my so called brother and sister are, I'm close to believing them. But while I may come close, I never truly believe them. I can never believe them because to believe that, would be to say it's ok that my siblings get to live like king and queen, while I sit alone eating my bagged lunch.

And now the king and Queen have a new servant. I'm nearly positive that if someone had told me the new member of their group was Haley, I would have nearly died laughing. But it isn't a joke. Haley really is with them now.

Seeing her over there I can't help but wonder what sitting at that table would be like. I know of course that will never be an option since I'm nothing more than Lucas Scott, the unwanted Scott, the bastard Scott.

He sits there with his stupid Tree Hill basketball coat on. He must make some kind of joke because I see two of the jocks at the table start to laugh, and then the lackey Tim slaps him on his back. To Tim's right I see my best friend Haley. She looks out of place, and for a moment I feel badly for her. The sadness I feel towards her begins to go away the moment I remember the first time she walked away from me in the hallway.

(Flashback - School)

I'm sitting against her locker waiting for her to arrive. I haven't seen her in forever. Hopefully today she'll actually drag herself out of the tutoring center and hang out with me. It's the days when I don't see her that I most realize how much I rely on her as a friend, and confidant. It's almost class time, and I've already been waiting here for ten minutes. So I guess she's not done yet. I push myself up from her locker and turn towards my class, and that's when I see her.

"Hey Hales, how are you? You haven't been in class for days." I blurt out once I've got close enough to her.

"Oh, Hey Luke" She says, but I can tell something's up when she fidgets and looks over her shoulder.

"Where have you been lately?"I'm a little nervous about the answer

"umm, just around. Listen Luke I've got to get going to class, I'm already running late as it is." She's nearly rocking on her feet, and she still keeps stealing glances around her.

"Haley, are you ok? If there's something wrong you know you can talk to me." I reach out and put my hand on her shoulder. With the touch I see her head lower and shoulders drop. Like the weight of whatever she was holding was lessened somehow.

"Luke..."she starts to say until she's interrupted by a voice behind her.

"What's this Haley? Slumming with bastards?"

That hurt, I'm not going to lie. It never gets easy being called a bastard. But what really hurt was what she answered with.

"Umm…Slumming, no of course not. The loser was just harassing me for a date" she stepped back to stand beside Riley. And in that moment I saw the look of sadness etched in her eyes. By this point the whole hallway was staring at us. I scanned the crowd, tears now threatening to fall. I looked around, and I prayed that someone, anyone would step forward and defend me. But no one did. The whole hallway just stood and watched. And then without another word Riley and Haley turned around and walked towards their class. With that the tears won out, and the last thing I saw before I turned to leave the school was Haley turning and looking at me with remorseful eyes.

I don't know if I knew it than but that day would change everything. She apologized later that day at my mother's cafe, and promised it would never happen again. When she promised me I had believed her. Still that day hurt me more that I could have ever imagined. This wasn't some asshole father who didn't care about anyone except himself. This wasn't two siblings who had never taken the time to know me. This was my best friend. She knew everything about me, and still decided I wasn't good enough to stay for. As I said, that day hurt a lot. But at least I knew she would never do it again. That was until she did it the second time. After the second time, the third and fourth time didn't hurt so much. She barely even apologizes anymore, just gives me this look that's supposed to take away all the pain she causes me.

My thoughts are interrupted when I hear Haley let out one of her, oh so common laughs now days. The fact that I know her tells me everything about that laugh. It's fake and only meant to draw all the attention to her. I wonder how one person can change so drastically. I watch as she takes a quick look over at Nathan to see if he noticed her presence. As usual he doesn't, and in that moment I see a small glimpse of my friend, I see the sadness etched upon her face. But as quickly as it comes, the sadness leaves and she goes back to laughing at something else my sister says.

For all intensive purposes, Riley Scott is my sister. I have to ask myself how this person could be my sister. I'm not so blind that I can't see that we share the same eyes. But when it comes to our personality? I can't see any family relation. I wonder if under different parenting she would be different. Is the sole reason for her and Nathan's vindictive behaviour the fault of poor parenting? Or, is it genetic and is it only a matter of time until I become an asshole too. I watch her jump from person to person at the table. She expertly jokes to each, each emitting the same joyous laugh. All happy just to be included in the great Riley's Scott's Conversation.

What makes her different than me?

Why did Dan Scott choose to support her as well?

And the most important question of all is why do I want so desperately to be sitting at that table?

And that's when my thoughts are broken again. At least this time it's not by some embarrassingly phony laugh by my best friend, or by the increasingly common glares my brother sends my way. No, this time my thoughts are interrupted by the effortless movement of two goddesses. I often wonder to myself whether it is possible to love two people at the same time? Is it possible to have every thought stolen from your mind, the moment two people enter your eye line? If you can only love one person, than I am at a loss to describe what I feel for the other. They walk arm in arm across the quad. Curly blonde hair brushing up against Smooth brunette hair. They stop just short of the royal table, but are thankfully still in plain sight.

I love this moment, and I live for this feeling. It might take my whole life to realize what it is I truly feel when Brooke Davis and Peyton Sawyer are near. Sometimes I think my life could be happy if only I could stare at them. There are other times I have the craziest thoughts that I might even talk to them. At night I dare to dream of kissing Brooke Davis's lips. Of running my hands all over her body.

Of course I realize how unlikely it is that I'll ever be intimate with Brooke Davis, but that doesn't stop me from dreaming. I sometimes wonder if it would be easier if I'd never fell in love with her. It would definitely make it easier to concentrate in class, and would definitely help my sanity. But as I sit here now, I know that there is only one constant in my life. There is only one thing in my life that I'm absolutely sure of. The one thing I know is that I love Brooke Davis and Peyton Sawyer with every ounce of my heart.

Authors Note: This chapter is all Brooke / Peyton / Lucas love triangle but trust me it's a long term Brucas. It's my shortest chapter, and meant as a history lesson on the changes.