Lucas walked through Peyton's door with such a sad look on his face, that Peyton's anger melted the second she saw him. "I'm sorry about this morning. I should have checked on you first."
"It's ok. As long as you never ever talk to her again."
"What happened?"
Peyton opened her mouth to tell him about the fight she'd had with Brooke this morning, but changed her mind and instead, said, "It's nothing. Just…the thing with Nathan."
"Oh." Lucas sat down on her bed and took her hands in his, "Peyton…didn't we kind of do the same thing to her?"
She drew her hands back, and indignant look on her face, "We had sex? Hmm, must not have been very good, I don't remember it."
"No, we didn't have sex, but…"
"Do you ever actually defend the person you're dating?" She said angrily and got off the bed.
"Peyton, I love you. But I'm not going to forget about Brooke. I loved her too, but that's in the past. This thing with Nathan is in the past. Why can't you just leave it alone?"
Something flashed across Peyton's face, but then her expression was unreadable. "You really did love her, didn't you?"
"I did. But I don't anymore. I love you. You and I have a different kind of love, something more."
Peyton was quiet for a moment, "Luke, I don't think I'm up for prom. You go, have a good time." She said with a sad smile, "I'm gonna stay here and…think some things over."