Wanting What You Can't Have

Chapter 2

I shook that thought right out of my head. Kissing him would defiantly be a bad thing, for two reasons one: he has a girlfriend, a very cheerful, beautiful, fun, girlfriend. two: I wasn't sure if he was even on the same page as me. I mean why would he want to kiss someone like me, when he has the prefect girl to kiss everyday. I sat down on my lawn chair, trying to hide my nervousness.

"So, Where are you from?" he questioned, as he sat down beside me.

"New York" I said, as I bit my bottom lip. He smiled at me, making me blushes.

"Wow," he said, with a little nod " Why did you guys move here?"

"My grandma is pretty sick" I whispered,

"I'm sorry, what is wrong with her," he asked, in a very concern voice.

"Um,,, she has breast cancer," I sighed. " than last month they founded lung cancer." I wasn't sure why I was telling him this. But I felt like I knew him. Like I could trust him with anything. Even my life.

"Peyton, I'm so sorry" he said, as he placed his hand over mine. I swear a jolt of electricity shot through me. with his simple touch of his hand. I smile at him. " I lost my mom to breast cancer, three years ago" he said, with so much sadness in his voice, his eyes glazed over. I felt really bad for him.

"I sorry Lucas" I whispered, don't really knowing what to say now. I was trying to think of something to say. But are moment was ruined at the sound of my moms voice.

"Hey Peyton, does your little friend want to stay for dinner?" she yelled, from the back door.

"OH MY GOD!" I said, as I placed my head in my hands. I couldn't believe she said that. I heard Lucas laugh, "Kill me now lord" I said, to myself, I was totally embarrassed now. " Uh, no, mom" I yelled, as I rolled my eyes.

"Well...actually" he said, as he looked over at me. "What are you having?" my eyes widen, as I looked at him.

"Home made Lasagna, with a salad in chocolate pie" My mom said, in her happy tone.

"That sounds great, I'll love to stay." he said, " If your okay with it" he looked at me. I just nodded, because I was a little to speechless to talk. "My dad and my step mom, don't really cook I mostly eat out. So I would defiantly love a home cook meal. I kinda miss it" I just smiled, as the thought of wanting to kiss him enter my mind again.

During dinner I learned a lot more about Lucas. He was a writer, well he wants to be a writer, but is to afraid for anyone to read his work. He plays basketball, Brooke and him have been together for two years. I felt a sharp pain in my chest when he said that. He has a step brother in college named Nathan. His step mom is Deb, his dad's name is Dan. He plans on going to UNC next year. When my mom told him that I also wanted to go to UNC. He smile at me.

"So you know a little about me. Do I get to know about you now?" he asked, as he helped me clear the table.

"Well, what do you want to know?" I asked, as I put the dishes in the dish washer.

"Do you like it here? Do you miss New York? Do you miss your friends? Do you miss your boyfriend?" He said, in low voice as he looked away.

"OH, okay, Let me see if I could answer those in orders. Yeah, I kinda like it here." he smiled, that amazing smiled at me. " Yeah, I miss new york, the lights the clubs, my best friend Haley, you two would totally hit it off." I laughed, as I thought about Haley's reaction to me. crushing on a totally hot guy who is taken. " No, I don't have a boyfriend" I whispered, we locked eyes, for a moment. I watched, as he licked his lips. I knew right there that he wanted to kiss me. I turned away, wiping off the stove. I felt his eyes burn though me. "He has a girlfriend, he has a girlfriend" I kept repeating to myself in a whisper. I was very thankful when he said that he had to go. I smiled as he walked out the door. Been friends with him, is going to be to hard.

The next day at school, I was at my locker. When a very upset Brooke Davis walked over to me. " He's mine" she said, in a very cold voice.

"Who" I asked, as I closed my locker.

"Don't play dumb with me fake blond. I know Lucas was at your house last night" she said, with the same tone.

"Oh, yeah he had dinner with my family and me" I replied, in a calm voice.

"Yeah, I know, he called me," she said, as she looked down the hall. I followed her glaze. There was Lucas standing against the locker, talking to a some boys. "He's my boyfriend" she said, as she turned her attention back to me.

"Yeah, I know Brooke. I don't want him" I lied, I know that it was the best thing to do. I really didn't need to start a fight with her over a boy. I'm not that kinda girl.

"Stay away from him Peyton, we have enough problems in our relationship ." she sighed, " please stay away from him." she then walked away. I was totally confused. Why was she worried about me. She shouldn't be jealous of me. What did she mean that they have enough problems?" I wish I knew what she was talking about. I really liked talking to him last night. I thought we had a connection. But I guess I'll never fine out now.

I walked into my chemistry class, feeling a little down. I sat down, pulled out my notebook and pen ready to started. I was so lost in my own world that. I didn't feel anyone sit down next to me.

"Hey blonde" he said, in a happy, excited voice.

"oh, hey Lucas" I said, as I looked down. god he was looking very hot today.

"Peyt, what's wrong" he asked, in a concern voice. I just shook my head, thankful that Mrs Jackson started to speak. I kept my eye on her, ignoring Lucas eyes that was burning though me.

"The person who is siting next to you, will be your chemistry partner for the rest of the year." Mrs Jackson said, as she started to write on her broad. I closed my eyes, this was going to suck, how was I suppose to stay away from him now. I kept my focus in class. Once the bell rang, I quickly walked out of there.

"Peyton, wait up" Lucas yelled, as I turned he grabbed my arm. " Hey, what's up with you?" he asked, his blue eyes seemed to be a little dim.

"Nothing, I got to go" I said, as I try to pull my arm away.

"Peyton, I'm not dumb, I know something is wrong. We had a great night last night right"

"Yeah," I admitted. "Look Lucas I just..." I began, but I noticed Brooke walking up the hall. "I really have to go, please don't come back to my house again" I said, in a low voice, then pulled away from him. As I walked away I looked back, seeing him and Brooke locked in a hot kiss. That sight send a dagger through my heart. I was jealous, I admit it. But they do look good together.

That night I was siting in my room drawing a picture of Lucas. I can't get him off my mind. I'm totally crushing on a guy that I just met. Someone who is taken, by one of the hottest girls at school. I put the drawing uder my bed. As I heard a knock at my door. Thinking it was my mom telling me goodnight. I yelled " come in" I was shocked, as they door open. Lucas slowly walked in.

"Hey," he said, as his eyes glazed by body. I was wear my bedtime shorts and a white wife beat. "Wow" he whispered. I put my head down, so he didn't see me blush.

" What are you doing here?" I asked, without looking at him.

" I would like to know, why your avoiding me? Why you asked, me not to come to your house anymore? " he said, in a serious tone, as he crossed his arms.

"Asks Brooke" I said. as I climbed in my bed. I needed to cover my legs. From his intense stare.