School had ended about five hours ago and it was now around about 8pm Lucas Scott sat at his computer desk watching to see if Peyton would log into her Punk and Disorderly but it didn't happen she barely ever came on it anymore. He had spent the rest of the day pondering on why Peyton had been such a bitch to all of them today it kind of pissed him off that she had spoken to him like he was shit. But then he had remembered how deep her wounds ran, he couldn't get the image of the look on her face and how she ran out of the classroom out of his mind. It much reminded him of the night at Brooke's party when him and Peyton had, had an argument about her feelings for him. He had been so confused, torn between how much they both meant to him, he still was confused and it killed him to see Peyton hate him so much. He had gotten the frustrated and had refused to call it jealousy when she saw her going off with that new kid Sammy.

He had literally grabbed Brooke by the hand and led her up to her bedroom. He pressed his lips to her roughly to hers, he had never been one to like rough sex but he was blinded by the image of Peyton going off with that scumbag. He hadn't realized how fast he and Brooke were moving, and before he knew it they were having sex. He remembered the look on Peyton's face when she came into the room, sheer pain and heartbreak. Then all of a sudden all the anger and resentment he had felt for her earlier dissolved into nothing but a feeling of guilt and pain. His breath was ripped from his lungs and the air was thick as he gasped. He had run from Brooke's room after Peyton, leaving Brooke naked and alone in her bed. Then searched for Peyton everywhere but she was nowhere to be seen.

He let out a sigh of defeat as he pulled his blue shirt over his head. He had to start getting ready for the party or Brooke would skin him alive.

It was then he heard a ping come from his computer, and then Peyton appeared on the screen. She had logged on, he stood glued to his spot in shock not able to believe that she was actually there on his screen and the fat that she looked so sickly and pale really caught him off guard he looked fine when he saw her today, he stared at her scrawny legs, his eyes travelling up her body. She was looking in her full length mirror, then her eyes shifted to a picture of her mom. She touched the photo her fingers shaking as she exhaled a trembling breath.

But what he saw next shocked him, she let out a choked sob as she doubled over her hands clutching her sides. She gasped for breath, for life as she continued to sob, he couldn't understand why her mood had changed so quickly. "Peyton" he whispered as he watched her drop to the ground in an emotional heap. He felt his heart clench in his chest the lump forming in his own throat as the tears burned behind his eyes. He had to sit back and witness the girl he had complicated feelings for breakdown. He shut his laptop lid giving her the privacy that she deserved and sat back heavily in his chair.

He was pondering on whether he should go over and see if Peyton was ok when his phone beeped and it read Brooke.

'Dammit' he thought as the realization that he was late for the party dawned. He placed the phone on his ear and waiting to hear her raspy voice. "Hey you where are you?" she spoke into the receiver, "Yeah hey Brooke I'm on my way now" he said into the phone. "Ok boyfriend I'll see you in a few, I love you" she rasped into the phone. He let her words sink in before replying "you too". He jogged downstairs where he saw his mom sitting with her head leant up against Keith in the living, while he flicked through the channel.

"Mom, Keith I'm going now" he said as he moved towards the door. "Wait" came Keith voice, he closed his eyes a walked slowly backwards popping his head around the corner to look at Keith. "Have fun" Keith uttered laughter evident in his tone. A laugh erupted from Lucas as a massive grin split his lips "I will" he drawled in his southern tone before turning and making his way out the house.

When he reached Brooke's house the place was pounding with music. The door was already open so he walked straight into the house. There were people everywhere jumping on the spot to the beat of the music, the song playing was Fall out boy dance dance. "Luke?" came Brooke's raspy voice as she tugged him towards the back. He was met with the sight of Haley and Nathan who were in the pool splashing. "HEY LUKE YOU MADE IT!" Haley shouted as she got out of the pool and went up to hug Lucas. "Hey Hales" he said hugging her back.

"Luke can I talk to you for a minute?" Haley stated her whole demeanor changing as she took him by the hand and led him off to an isolated spot across the pool. "Has Peyton said anything to you" she asked, the mention of her name caused his stomach to soar with butterflies. "No" he gritted out a little harsher than he intended, Peyton was a sore subject for him. Haley's face twist into a sad expression as she looked deep in thought. Lucas noticed this.

"what's wrong?" he asked suddenly very intrigued. "I don't know I just have a feeling that something hasn't been quite right with her since that whole Brooke fiasco last month, I mean I know she walked in on you guys doing…you know but I think there's something more too it I just can't put my finger on what it is?" Haley stressed as she looked at him deep in his eyes. "I don't know she won't let me in, she won't let any of us in…she won't let me tell her how sorry I am she…" he begun but Brooke came out of nowhere. "Hey boyfriend, hey friend hope you weren't talking about me too much" she chirped snaking an arm into his.

"Nah" Haley said as she looked down, "can I steal Lucas for a bit" she asked as she looked at him, "By all means" Haley spoke as she walked back towards the pool.

"Come with me" She purred and before he knew it he was walking back inside and they walking through a crowd of people then upstairs to the quite that was her room. Before he could think twice her lips were on his and pulling his shirt from his shoulders.

He pulled away looking at her in the eyes, "Look Brooke…not right now" He stated as her face twisted in annoyance. "what is this about Lucas?" she spat out almost like spitting out poison. "It's nothing I'm just not in the mood Brooke" he uttered as she sat down next to him on her bed. "Well you weren't complaining last night when you were screaming my name" she joked starting to nibble at his neck.

His heart was telling him no but his teen boy hormones won out. He grabbed her face and kissed her hard. he didn't know what made it happen. He didn't know what made the change.

"I knew you couldn't resist me baby" she purred against his lips and he lets go to unzip his jeans. He grabs her by the waist of her skirt and yanks it, breaking the elastic. He slips the condom on. And gets ready to enter her, He thrusts once, cautiously. He thrusts again, and he's gone, he's off into the careening nowhere. He lives for seconds in that soaring agonizing imperfection, he's lost to himself, he's no one, he's obliterated, there's no Lucas at all, there's only… He hears himself gasp in wonder. He falls into an ecstatic burning harmedness, losing, lost, unmade.

He would've given anything for it to be Peyton with him right now instead of Brooke. "Oh my god" she choked out as the ecstasy was written all over her face. Flashes of Peyton flew through his mind and It was then he reached his climax he let out a strangled moan as she milked him of everything he had. He rested his head on Brooke chest both of them worn out and flustered. "Wow" she rasped out as she turned her face to look at him.

He looked at her briefly forcing a fake smile as his eyes train back up to the ceiling, "I know" he breathed out. It was then the door opened revealing Sammy. They both sat up Lucas doing his pants up quickly and Brooke pulling her skirt down. "SHIT I'M SORRY I WAS JUST LOOKING FOR THE BATHROOM" he said with a devious smile, there was something about this guy that Lucas didn't like, he seemed off.

Maybe it was the fact that he and Peyton had gone off together the night of Brooke's party. "right" Sammy said closing the door, Lucas listened as he heard the door close at the other end of the corridor.

"Talk about a quickie" Brooke said as she pulled him to his feet and they went downstairs. It was then he felt his phone buzz and the name read mom "shit…Brooke babe I've go" he said she pouted by let him go in the end after much pouting and promises that he would make it up to her tomorrow night.

He walked for what seemed like ages but then soon realized that his feet were not taking him in the direction of home but to Peyton's house. All he could think about was that he needed to make things right with her and find out why she hates him. Before he knew it he was standing on the Sawyer residence doorstep.

He knocked quietly at first but then it turned into full out desperation. There was no reply, he went over to the window and looked in but he could see nothing. He looked through the mailbox and shouted her name, "Peyton" but there was nothing not even her music playing. "Look Peyton I know you're in there just please talk to me, just open the door Peyton please" he begged leaning his forehead against her door. He could feel the lump of anguish growing in his throat and his throat constricted with emotion. "I just want things to go back to the way they were Peyt please, talk to me why are you shutting me out?" he asked but he was still unsuccessful and got no reply. He wanted to be within the fortress she built but that was obviously not going to happen.

She had shut him out and he knew whatever it was she was going through she couldn't do it by herself. But she didn't trust him so she wouldn't let him help her.

His shoulders slumped, "fine that's great Peyton" he shouted his annoyance getting the better of him as he stormed away from her front porch on his way home.

Unbeknownst to Lucas there Peyton sat in the corner by the front door. In the dark, with an empty needle that was full on heroine in her hand. She didn't want to talk anymore. It hurt too bad. She just couldn't stand anymore pain. She sat there shaking as the tears poured over and spilt down her cheeks. This was not how it was supposed to be. It was never supposed to be that way.

A/N: I thought i give you a double whammy today, tell me what you would like to happen and i'll write it in. I need lots of ideas.

love,

LeytonFan4Eva xx