Disclaimer" i own zilch. i will update Roommate soon but i had this on my mind. i hope you guys like it.

Ally.

So…I am sitting on a bus, a bus that takes me to and from to a school that I can't stand. I hate mostly all the people on the bus minus my little brother Beck, who is sitting in the front with his iPod, turned on high just like me and my best friend Peyton Scott, who sat next to me texting her boyfriend, Jake Jagielski. There is one boy though, that sits in the back where I used to sit, that confuses the hell out of me, Lucas Scott. He is the most popular boy in school, and most girls think he is the hottest boy in the world. He has sandy blond hair and blue eyes and he is captain of the basketball team, which is all the stupid school is good at. He is my best friend's twin brother. I on the other hand, am not popular at all; I am on the cheerleading squad . I have dark chocolate brown hair that is past my shoulders and have hazel eyes. I am not what you would consider 'pretty,' but my friends are always saying that I am, so you can see that I was always confused why he would joke with me of all people. I have been on the bus with him since kindergarten and he was so annoying. When we were younger he would just poke me constantly, as we got older though he got worse. He loved to joke with me. Tell me he loved me at the most random times in class, he would ask if we were basically dating, try to hug me when he knew I hated it, and honestly I hated him. He made my life miserable, would tell the kid I like that I did, make fun of me any chance he got, and make me feel stupid. One morning I got on the bus and had been crying. I had gotten into a huge fight with my mom and I just sat on the bus listening to my iPod. After the middle schoolers had gotten off the bus I moved my seat and when I turned he, like always, said something. Usually I would have had a witty come back or just the occasional 'piss off.' That morning I didn't care though.

"Hey Brooklyn, come sit with me" He winked and had to call me Brooklyn. My name is Brooklyn Penelope, but everyone calls me Brooke. He knows I hate Brooklyn so of course called me that.

"Lucas, please just leave me alone" I begged near tears and he just stared at me confused. That was the only time he was nice to me and left me alone, at least in public.

Anywho, back to me on the bus three years from that one day he was nice to me. He doesn't bother me anymore. Everyone would bug him about not making fun of me. It is not that we like each other, we still hate each other, but now we just don't speak. It sucks, really bad because he acts like he doesn't know me which hurts because I know what happened. Why he doesn't talk to me. It was two years ago when-

I just got hit in the head. What the hell? I am so pissed right now because I feel like crap. I have a horrible headache and someone on this stupid bus threw a stupid coke can at my head. I have to get a car. I slowly turn around and send a death glare towards the back of the bus to see a face with an evil smirk on his face.

"Nice one, Lucas. Way to hit the nerd" I hear an annoying freshman squeal. Obviously someone has not hit puberty yet. I feel the hot tears coming because I was not expecting it to be him, that he would actually in some weird way acknowledge me. I turn back around and sit in my seat thanking god I got off first. The bus stops at my house and I slowly get up when I hear a voice.

"See ya, Brooke" He laughed evilly and I turned to him.

"I hate you" I whispered with nothing but hurt and his smirk was replaced with a look of sadness. I got off the bus and of course, Beck trying to be a hero freaked out.

"Brooke, what happened?" My 14 year old brother asked. Beck doesn't look, nor act like he is 14. He looks like he is 16 or 17 and he acts that way. He is very strong and gets into fights way too much for sticking up for me. He towers over most people saying as he is 6'3. No idea where he gets it from. He has shaggy blond hair and blue eyes. I think he was adopted because the rest of my family has dark brown hair and eyes, except for my mom, but she has been dying her hair blond since she was like 16.

"Nothing little man. I will be fine. They were just being stupid" I sighed trying not to cry as we walked up my monstrous hill that is our driveway.

"First of all, I am far from little and second of all, it was Lucas wasn't?" He asked and I just kept walking wanting him to forget about it.

"Just forget about it" I said looking at the ground as we got up to the door and I unlocked it.

"No, that ass is going to pay" He snapped as we walked into the house and were instantly greeted by the smell of chicken and gravy. We put down our bags as Beck kept talking and I walked into the kitchen. "Who does he think he is? Treating you like he does. Just wait till tomorrow, I am going to kick his ass" He said as if it was nothing and I rolled my eyes.

"Beck, please don't get into another fight. You do know they can kick you out of school, right?" My mom smiled looking over at him from the stove.

"But mom, Lucas is a jackass" He whined as he jumped up on the counter and I sat in a chair that faced the kitchen from the dining room which we don't use and put my feet on the refrigerator handle.

"Oh honey, I know, but you can't just go fighting people when you feel like it. I mean look at Beau" She said looking at Beck.

"Mom, Beau is a top architect in all of North Carolina. I would love to be him" Beck laughed as he picked at the strawberry salad my mom was making. As always she swatted his hand away

"Beck, stop eating. Back to the point, Beau got into many fights in his younger years" My mother said to him and I snorted.

"Mom, the only time Beau got into a fight was when he was drunk" I laughed at her.

"Which happened a lot" She said matter-of-factly.

"Yeah when he was in college, and before he met S, now he is 25, married, and has a baby on the way. I don't think he will be getting into fights anytime soon." I said sort of annoyed and I didn't know why, maybe because it was a stupid argument we were having. We all knew that when tomorrow comes, Lucas will most likely have a black eye along with high pitched freshman. I got up grabbed my 12 ounce bottle of water, at least that was what my mom thought, and walked into my room. I opened the bottle and took a long sip and the liquid burned my throat. I hate who I had become. I was just like my father, a drunk. I wasn't always like this. I didn't always come home and grab a bottle of 'water.' I used to be fun and I used to preach about how I would never take a sip, now I can't get off it and it is his entire fault. I take that back, it wasn't just him; he just gave me the gene. Lucas was the one that drove me to it. He is the reason that most days I come to school either drunk or hungover. My mom doesn't know though and she never will. No one at school really knows because I hide it very well; just like I hid everything else. I took another long sip and realized that in two sips I drank more than half the bottle. I laid on my bed and turned on my laptop and started writing on my blog. I guess you couldn't really call it a blog because no one read it. After i wrote about ten pages of how i was feeling I looked at my clock and it read 7 o' clock. Wait, three hours had passed? I grabbed my bottle and took two more big gulps and loved the burning sensation on my throat and frowned when it all was gone. I felt a buzz and I laid back on my bed and as I closed my eyes Tik Tok rung through my brown and blue room.

"Hello big sister" I said. Teagan called me everyday around the same day to tell me about college in California. She got out this small town known as Tree Hill, North Carolina and the population was 896 and the local high school had a whopping 200 in it. 56 of those were seniors. I didn't understand how a town that knew everyone's business never knew my family's. Good for me I guess.

"Are you drunk?" My sister, Teagan asked forcefully. She was the only one that knew I used to drink a lot when it first happened; she thinks I have been 10 months sober, Nope.

"Not yet" I laughed not caring that my answer probably pissed her off royally.

"BROOKE PENELOPE DAVIS! What the hell are you thinking?! You know what happened last time! Don't do this too yourself!" She yelled into the phone which made flinch and pull the phone back from my ear.

"TEAGAN LILLY DAVIS! Leave me alone! I can take care of myself!" I snapped my drunken state making me braver.

"Brooke, I am trying to help you" She sighed obviously tired.

"Too late. Just go back to your new life big sister" I said bitterly before hanging up the phone and dialing another number.

"Hello?" I heard a voice say.

"Peyton, can you come get me?" I asked.

"Why can't you come here? Use your mom's car" She said confused.

"I am not in the best state to be driving best friend" I giggled.

"Dammit Brooke, I am on my way. We are going to talk about this." She snapped and I heard the slam of her front door before the line went dead. I dropped my phone on my bed and walked into my bathroom to fix my hair and make-up. I walked downstairs and called out that I was spending the night at Peyton's. My brother used to tell me that I was stupid to go over there because of Lucas, but I honestly never saw him. He was always locked in his room or just not there. The only time i really did was at dinner because Karen and Kieth were big on family dinners, so i would just sit far away from him. If I did see him, I walked past like I didn't know who he was. Just like he wanted. I sat at the bottom of my driveway and when I saw the black comet I slowly got up and walked, or at least tried to walk to the car. I was clumsy sober, so I was a mess drunk. When I got in Peyton just looked at me.

"Brooke, I thought you were better" She asked sadly.

"Today was just a bad day, that's all" I slurred.

"Every day is a bad day" She sighed as she put the car in drive and started towards her mansion that you call a house. When we got there she helped me out and I felt the vodka start to take over me. That is how it always was, I would feel a buzz coming when I first started drinking and then as the night went on I got super tired.

"I love you Peyton. You are a good friend" I slurred as we got to the door and she nodded. She opened it and walked me to her room she put me in the bed.

"I am going to go get you some aspirin" She said as she walked out the door and I heard her talking to someone.

"Who is in there?" I heard Lucas ask and even after all this time my heart skipped a beat just like that afternoon, but he could never know that.

"Who do you think, Lucas?" I heard Peyton snap at him.

"Why is she here?" He asked confused. I could almost see him rubbing the back of his head and staring at the door.

"Are you an idiot, Lucas? She is drunk. Just like every other time she spends the night over here. She knows that if she is at home her mom will notice" She snarled

"Why is she drinking?" He asked concerned and I wanted to laugh at my choice of words. Lucasis not concerned about anyone, but himself.

"Wow, you really are a dumbass. Because of you! You pushed her to this!" She yelled.

"No, no I didn't. It was her choice" He said and it sounded like he was trying to convince himself, but I knew better. He didn't want that on his conscience.

"Keep telling yourself that, Lucas" She said with a dry laugh

"Just let me see her" When I heard that my whole entire body stiffened and I prayed Peyton would say no. Why would he want to see me? Oh yes because no one is around.

"No Lucas. You have done enough. Just leave her alone" She told him. And I thanked god that I had a friend like her. I met Peyton in kindergarten and we were instant friends, we were inseparable and played cheerleading together all through the years. Other than the love of cheerleading we share, not being popular, and that we are the exact same size, we don't have anything in common. I have dark brown hair and she has platinum blond. My hair is straight, her hair is curly. She love dull colors I love bright. She is richer beyond belief and my family is just getting by. I have hazel eyes she has blue. She wears punk clothes while I settle on a preppy look and lately sweat pants. I love alcohol, she doesn't touch it. We are both really loud and don't care what people think of us and we love each other and help each other get through the worse. I hear the door open and see Peyton walk over and hand me my pills. After I took them I started to cry.

"I am sorry, Peyton. I hate myself. I don't want to be like this." I cried and hugged her tightly.

"I know. We are going to get you better. I promise" She reassured me as she brushed my hair with her hand.


I woke up with a dull pain in my head and chest. The pain in my head was coming from drinking all that vodka last night. The pain in my chest is for a totally different reason, a reason that no one will ever fix. I checked the clock and it read 11:30. Peyton is probably somewhere in the house and Lucas is probably not here. I decided to take a quick shower in one of the many bathrooms in this house. After I got out I slipped on a pair of Peyton's running shorts and a tank top that showed my stomach and also showed my bellybutton ring that was a half of a heart and had blue jewels in it. Peyton had one just like it but it was the opposite half of the heart and the jewels were black. They were custom made and Peyton got it for my 17th birthday. That was a good day. That was before my life crumbled all around me. I had Teagan with me and I was healthy and I was happy. I shake the thought out of my head I look at myself in the mirror. I had dark bags under my eyes and I was pale. Me being pale was never a good sign. My eyes were sunken back into my face and the usual bright hazel now just looked dull and grey. I put on a little bit of Peyton's eyeliner and mascara and brushed my hair. Most girls hated their hair. I, on the other hand, loved mine. It was straight but sort of wavy. It was sort of loose and when I straightened it, it stayed straight till I washed it and when it was wet like now I would just shake the loose water out and let it air dry. When I was done getting dressed I walked out of the bathroom and towards the kitchen as I stared at the ground the whole time. I always stared at the ground when I was in the house and Peyton wasn't with me just in case I saw him. My walking was stopped when I came in contact with what felt like a brick wall I knew very well and I fell to the floor.

"Shit" I mumbled under my breath as I got up, the last thing I wanted was to talk to him.

"Well, look who it is, the boozy" He smirked and I just looked at him with disgust.

"Where's Peyton?" I asked.

"Store. Why are you still here? Don't have any alcohol left at your house?"

"Bite me, Lucas" I hissed as I walked past him intentionally hitting his shoulder.

"Not like I haven't done it before" He said bitterly which made me stop in my tracks. That was the first remark in nine months, that he said anything about us. I slowly turned to face him and looked at him in silence.

"Just leave me alone, Lucas!" I said "I wouldn't be the boozy if it wasn't for you! You didn't want me! You told me you didn't want me! So just… just leave me alone…" I whispered the last part, but not with anger, just with regret and sadness.

"Don't blame me; you were one that jumped to conclusions!" He retorted with anger.

"I didn't jump! You were pretty damn clear! You couldn't even look at me! You were disgusted! I guess that is why you haven't talked to me, right?" I said with a dry laugh and then looked at the ground and back at him with tears in my eyes. "What are you doing to me Lucas? You haven't acknowledged me as anything for nine months. You haven't looked at me; you haven't spoken one word to me. Why are you starting up again?" I sighed letting the tears fall.

"That isn't true, Brooke!" He snapped at me. I didn't move. I didn't speak. I just stared. I was suddenly feeling paralyzed. I felt dizzy, but not from the hangover. Lucas knew what was wrong and the anger disappeared. "Shit, Brooke! Did you take your medicine?" he asked scared. Before I could answer I fainted.


Lucas's POV

I threw my hands out and caught Brooke just before she hit the ground and picked her up as I called her mom at the same time. As the phone rang I headed towards the car. I needed to get her to a doctor or to her mom or somewhere.

"Hello" I heard her mom say.

"Hi, Ms. Victoria, it's Lucas. You probably want to hang up, but I don't, no I am positive Brooke didn't take her medicine and she passed out and I was wondering what to I should do"

"Dammit Brooke. Take her to hospital. You know the one. I will be on my way" She said and hung up. I got her in the car and roared the engine and sped out the driveway.

"Brooke, baby. Wake up. Please." I sighed as I drove looking over at her lifeless looking body. At that moment I forgot about hating her, or at least pretending to hate her. As much as I tried I could never hate Brooke Penelope Davis. If she came to me and told me she loved me, I would be the happiest guy alive, but she will never say those words to me again. How could she be so stupid? Not taking her medicine and drinking? Why is she drinking in the first place? Oh yeah, me. After what seemed like forever I finally got to her doctor. I walked in and they immediately took her to the back and let me go back with her.

"Why didn't she take her medicine?" Her doctor asked me as they gave her an IV with her medicine

"I don't know. She has never forgotten before and last night apparently she was drinking and then came over to hang out with my sister. I don't know why she would not take it. She knows how serious it is" I said looking at her unconscious body.

"It might because she was drinking. It probably just slipped her mind. Does she drink often?" She asked me.

"I think so." I sighed.

"Okay. Well she has her medicine so she should wake up soon" She told me walking out. I hope her mom got here soon because I couldn't be here when she woke up.

"Lucas" I heard and turned around to see Ms. Victoria and Beck. Great, Beck.

"They gave her, her medicine and they said she should be up soon. I am going to go" I said getting up and walking past them and toward my car.

"Hey Lucas" I hear and see Beck running towards me.

"Yeah" I asked.

"Umm… thanks for looking out for her." he said clearly uncomfortable with talking to me.

"Umm… yeah. No problem." I said and as I was about to say something to him we heard someone call his name.

"Beck, son. How is she?" Richard Smith asked him and just seeing him made me want to punch him. I am just taking a hunch, but from Beck's face, he wanted to do more than that to him.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Beck asked clearly confused.

"I got a call from the doctor and don't use that tone with me" he snapped at Beck and Beck just laughed at him.

"Wow Richey, great parenting. Wait, were you in a meeting. Brooke would hate to pull you away. I bet you had a great story to tell. Did it go like this 'I am sorry guys, I have to go. My ill daughter was in an accident. She might not make it.' I know how you love to exaggerate with stories to make sure they feel sorry for you. Did you remember to mention that she had nothing to do with you, none of your kids do? That is good for you saying as you drop us as soon as we turn 18. You did it to Beau and Bryan and Teagan. You are just waiting till May and them you can drop off Brooke." He seethed. I have seen Beck mad before, but never like this. You could see he just wanted to smack Richard right in the face.

"You need to walk away before you do something you regret son" He said calmly. I hate that man. He has put Brooke through hell her whole life.

"Oh, I promise you. If I do something right now I will most definitely not regret it. Just leave! Brooke doesn't want you here, mom doesn't want you here, and I sure as hell don't want you here!" He snapped before walking away. Beck and I hate each other, but if there is one thing that we agree on, it is that Richard Smith is the biggest asshole in the world. I walked just shook my head in disgust and walked past him and to my car. When I got in I just stared at the hospital. Where did it all go wrong?

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