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No Doubling Back

Chapter 2: This Twisted Abandon

She walked through the hallways of Tree Hill High and even though she'd only told a single soul about her pregnancy, as she continued to walk, she felt as if everyone knew from the way their eyes bore into her. She tried not focusing her eyes on the people and instead stared at the floor as she made her way to her locker.

Ever since she confessed to Karen the secret that she's been hiding for about a month, she's felt quite relieved. Relieved that someone was there to help her and relieved that that someone was Karen. As she walked, she casually smiled to her friends and gave a small wave, but didn't stop to talk to them as she usually would. After a few steps, she felt her stomach churn and instead of turning right for her locker, she made a quick turn on the left and ran for the bathroom. She was in such a frenzy that she had accidentally bumped into people. She couldn't utter an apology because she feared her breakfast would spill, it may be extreme, but she's never been pregnant before, how was she to know?

She dashed through the stalls, glad that no one was there. She emptied her stomach, her head facing the toilet, keeping her hair clean and away from the vomit. The doors and walls of the stalls were full of writings and gossip, she could only wonder how much space she would fill on the walls when the news of her pregnancy leaked. After she had puked her guts out she went to the sink to wash her mouth. Looking up, she met herself in front of the mirror.

Flashback

She waited. That was, after all, all she could do. She couldn't do anything to pass time, not when all she could think about was the possibility of her being pregnant. She sat on the edge of her tub, impatiently tapping her foot on the tiles. She stared at the timer that was resting on the sink, she was both anxious and nervous to see the result. Brooke felt like she'd been waiting for hours, but it couldn't have been more than just a minute. A few seconds later the timer went off and she jumped to her feet. Now, staring at the test, she couldn't muster the courage to flip it and reveal the result. However, after much debating with herself, she turned it over.

The pregnancy test, among 4 others slid from her loose grip and fell on the sink. They all gave her one answer, "Shit," she let out. That was all her brain could come up with at the moment. Her hand slipped from her mouth to her stomach.

"Shit," she uttered once again.

End Flashback.

Since then, she's absorbed the whole concept of her pregnancy, but it hasn't really sunk in that in a few months she's going to be a mother. She lowered her head and once again headed for the crowded hallway.

. . . . .

Lucas watched as Brooke Davis pushed her way past the student to get in the bathroom. It was as if she expected people to get out of the way for her. He doesn't know why, but ever since he saw Brooke with his mother in the café, he'd been more curious about her. He'd been noticing her throughout the school more often.

He put thoughts of Brooke at the back of his head and met Peyton by his locker. The thin figure leaned against his cold locker in just a black tank top and skinny jeans. Across from her was Brooke fondling with her own locker, trying to get it open. She banged on the cold metal with her small fist. Her skirt that fell just above her knees flowed freely with her movements. He focused his eyes on Peyton again, her curly blond hair that bounced up and down every time she laughed--which was not very often, he'd noticed.

"Hey, Peyt." he greeted.

"Hey back at ya," she said, throwing her arms around his neck. She likes me today, he noted to himself. She kissed his cheek and then his lips, when they parted she took her arms off his shoulders and played with his shirt. "So what are you doing on Friday?"

He laughed, "It's Tuesday, I don't know what I'm doing 3 days from now."

"Well, now you do. You are going to a party with me," she turned on her heels and walked the other way before he could even reply.

He smiled sheepishly as he opened his locker. Suddenly remembering Brooke, he glanced behind him to see if she was still there. In away she was still there. The skirt she wore still flowed, her top still hugged her curves, her body still rummaged through her books and school supplies, but through her mirror he noticed that the spark and smile was long gone. Sure, she'd smile to those who passed by her, but not a genuine smile. It was as if she was obliged to smile, to hind something, maybe.

Her locker slammed shut and he quickly turned around to face his own locker before she could notice. He heard her heels fade into the distance and finally, he closed his locker and went to class.

. . . . .

Lunch came slowly, probably because of Lucas' anticipation to see Peyton again and if he was being honest with himself, he also wanted to see Brooke. However, when he saw flashes of Peyton's blond hair, all thoughts of Brooke flew out of the window.

Peyton smiled, another sign that she's in a good mood today.

"You look like a 5 year old that just saw an ice cream stand," Haley nudged him with her elbow.

"Or a 17 year old that just saw Peyton," he replied with a goofy smile. "She's heading this way."

"Oh would you look at that, it's 12:10, I have to tutor someone. Duty calls!" she really didn't have to tutor anyone, she just wanted to let Lucas and Peyton have some time alone. They needed it.

"What a coinky-dink," Lucas said sceptically. He watched as Haley got up and Peyton replaced her seat.

"Bye, Peyton," she said before walking away.

"I always seem to scare her," the blond girl said looking at Haley's direction then turns to Lucas.

"Nah, she has to tutor someone."

"Ahh. So, are we up for Friday night?"

"I cleared my plans just for you."

"Ha! Did those plans consist of cleaning your house and making your bed?"

"No…washing the dishes," he joked.

. . . . .

Brooke sat with the population of the cheerleaders minus Peyton because she was off gallivanting with her play-toy, Lucas Scott. She focused her attention on whatever the girls were talking about, but she didn't find any of it to be interesting. They were just talking about the latest gossip.

She looked down at her food and just tossed it side to side with her fork, not really in to mood to eat. She turned to the girls who continued to gossip, "Hey I'm going to go for a walk." She heard a series of 'yes, go ahead' from the girls and so she got up.

At this point, she didn't even want to stay in school for the remaining of the day, she considered just skipping and heading to the Café to see Karen or crawl up in her bed under the covers and away from the world. However inviting that sounded, she opted to stay for the rest of the school day, besides she only two classes left to endure.

Heading for her gym class, even though she was 25 minutes early, she dropped her bag on the floor and got a basketball. She changed into more comfortable clothes for running and tied her hair up in a pony tail. Propping her arms up in the right angel and positioning her feet in the right place, she threw the ball into the net and watched as it silently went in and loudly hit the floor.

. . . . .

"See ya, Lucas," Peyton said as she got up to leave most likely to find her other friends. Before she left though, she gave him a kiss on the lips which lingered a bit too long--not that he minded.

"Bye, Peyton," he uttered, still in a daze from the kiss.

He, too, got up to leave, he wasn't going to just sit by himself for 25 minutes. Hence, he decided to drop by the room where Haley was tutoring then go to his next class early.

He stopped at the door and saw Haley with Nathan. Haley pointing to the contents of the book and Nathan looking at the features of her face in admiration. He wasn't surprised at his brother's actions, although they had only started to be friends for a few months because Lucas joined the team, quickly after Nathan met Haley, he'd changed. Once he was a player, now you hardly saw him with any girl but Haley. They weren't going out, but he knew it was only a matter of time and they would.

"Is my little brother giving you a hard time?" he asked as he came in the door of the room.

Nathan muttered, "Stop calling me your little brother." He just laughed.

"Nathan here's been a very good boy," Haley said, messing up his hair.

"Well I just wanted to say, don't study too hard. I'm going to go to class early, I'll see you guys there." He headed out of the door and to the gym. He couldn't wait to start gym class since today they were playing basketball. Although he didn't mind other sports, basketball was his forte. As he inched closer and closer to the gym, he could hear a basket ball being dribbled and hitting the rim or the backboard, but by the sounds of the swoosh, it was evident the ball made it in every time.

He opened the door to find Brooke Davis, off all people to be shooting hoops. He stood there and watched silently as she perfectly made every shot. However, after a few minutes she noticed him and threw a ball his way. He was in a complete trance and didn't notice the ball until it almost hit his head, but he ducked soon enough.

"You almost killed me," he said to a laughing Brooke.

"You were staring," she argued.

"Right," he said uncomfortably, "sorry about that. It's just…I didn't think you could play."

"I can do more that throw my pompoms in the air and straddle a guys lap, you know," she said pointedly.

"I,…no…I know--that's not what I meant," he stuttered. When he was more calm, he continued, "I was just surprised, you know. Not a lot of girl play."

"It's fine. You don't have to lie. Everyone thinks that, and it'll only get worse."

He was confused and he was going to convince her once again that he didn't entail that she was a brainless slut, but she interrupted. "Wanna play? One on one," she asked lightly trying to lighten up the conversation.

"I don't know. I don't want to embarrass a girl."

"Well, if you were watching how I play and not my toned body then you'd know I can beat your ass," she smirked.

"Pass me the ball," he was up for the challenge.

The sound of the ball echoed through the walls and their laughter filled the room. They throw the ball around, shooting when they can.

As minutes passed, they realized that in a few more minutes their class would start and students would begin to come in the room. Their hands were on theirs knees and both teams were panting and trying to catch their breath.

Lucas recovered faster that her because he hadn't played his best, just enough to beat Brooke. Although in the end, Lucas had won, he applauded Brooke for her skill. "I have to hand it to you Brooke, you played one hell of a game."

"I was going easy on you," she teased. But in all honesty, she was, she had to. For the baby.

"Ha! Okay," he said not believing her.

"I did! I didn't want to hurt your feelings by beating you on your game."

"You keep telling yourself that," he said and she pouted. "Where did you learn how to play so well?"

"Instead of growing up with parents, I grew up with nannies. And one of my nannies had a son. He always came home after his school ended to help his mom with hyper-Brooke. I asked why he always had a basketball and he said he loved it and showed my why. Then I loved it," she told him simply.

They were, as expected, interrupted when the bell rang and student came in. Coach Whitey blew on his whistle and it rang through the gym, signalling that for the girls to stand on one wall and the boys to stand on the opposite wall. She smiled as she walked away, a true smile unlike the one she'd had on this morning to people who passed by her.

Slowly, his opinion on the beautiful brunette began to change.

The title of this story is from my favourite singer, Jason Mraz. The meaning of the song has nothing to do with the plot of the story, but the title does. Each chapter is named after a line of this song.

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