"I think I still have feelings for Lucas…"
Brooke stopped, and stared at her best friend, a girl she had loved, almost more than anyone else for the last ten years with the betrayal that she felt showing all over her face. She took deep breath after deep breath, trying to process what she had just said. Peyton, still had feelings for Lucas, her Lucas, the boy who she had let into her heart once more. Peyton, the girl with whom she had shared everything, the good things, the bad things, but never had she thought she would share her boy. Not again.
"You mean as a friend, right? You have feelings for Lucas as a friend."
She asked the question, praying desperately that she would get the answer that she wanted. That she needed. Knowing that she wouldn't. Her heart began to rip in two once more, just as it had the year before. She had swore to herself that she would never feel pain like she had then again, and here she was, back where she was all those months ago. Only this time it felt so much worse. This heartbreak could have been prevented, if only Peyton had been honest from the beginning. If only she had came out and said that she would always have feelings for Lucas, the boy that they both loved, and that it would never go away.
"I think I still love him…"
Brooke was unable to stop herself hitting out and slapping Peyton hard across the face. Her hurt had turned to anger, and she knew that this time she didn't have it in her to forgive. Not again. She wanted nothing more than for the last few minutes of her life not to have happened, wished for it to all have been a terrible nightmare. Tears filled her big brown eyes. She began shouting, screaming, trying to let out all of her hurt and anger, but finding it harder and harder to control herself as she did. Just a few short hours ago her life had been perfect, or almost perfect, and now here it was in tatters.
"Don't pretend that you're not a backstabbing, two-faced bitch Peyton, because you are."
She realised that she wasn't just angry at her best friend, she didn't just feel betrayed. She was grief stricken. She was losing the boy that she loved and the girl that she loved in one short moment. She couldn't carry on with Lucas pretending that she didn't know. She couldn't pretend Peyton hadn't said what she had just said. The two people she cared about most in the world were no longer hers. She had never felt so alone. And Brooke Davis was no stranger to feeling alone. Beautiful and popular as she knew she was, she often found herself feeling lonely in a crowded room. She knew that she had had her moments, she hadn't always been the nicest of people, but she was trying. Trying to be a better person, the person she knew she could be. All she wanted was someone to let her in, to love and to love her back. Once again she had opened her heart, and once more it had been thrown back in her face. She hadn't expected love to hurt this much, and she didn't know what she was going to do next.
