Conflicts and Confrontations
A/N - Thanks so much for the reviews. Though it may not seem like it, if I get a large amount of reviews, it really does help me update quicker. (I know, it really doesn't seem like it, lol.)
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Please read, enjoy, and REVIEW chapter 3 of Conflicts and Confrontations... THANKS!
BTW, I sorta am making Lucas a jerk, and I'm sorry. But right now in the show I don't like him anyway so ya...I'm sorta writing him just as I see him now lol.
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Chapter 3 -
"Hey Lucas." Peyton said, moving closer towards the other blonde.
"Oh my god, Peyton, where have you been?" Lucas said with a grin spreading across his face, most liking forgetting about his wife.
"Oh, yeah know, I've been all around..." She replied, giving him a friendly hug.
"Please, sit down..." Lucas said, pulling out a chair for her.
"Shouldn't you be heading home?"
"I have time."
"Oh okay," Peyton said taking a seat as Lucas sat next to her, "So, what has Lucas Scott been up to?"
"Oh, nothing much, ya know, the same old..." He replied not giving so much as a thought about his wife and two kids.
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"Mommy," Brittany turned towards her mother, "Where's daddy?"
"I don't know sweetie..." Brooke replied worried. It was already 7:30 and Lucas was rarely ever late. If he happened to be running a few minutes behind, he would always call. But there was no call this time...nothing.
"Is he okay?" Her six-year-old asked worried.
"I'm sure he's fine, Brit." 'I hope he's fine.' She thought to herself.
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"Oh my god," Lucas sighed smacking his forehead, "Look, Peyton, I'm sorry, I gotta go. You can stop by here tomorrow or something, I'm really sorry."
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"Brooke...," Lucas called out as he opened the door, "Brooke, I'm home."
"Oh my god Lucas!," Brooke exclaimed loudly, not caring that she just put her kids to bed. She ran up to him and gave him a hug, "You scared me," Her eyes started watering, "I was so scared."
"I'm sorry, babe," He said wiping a tear off her face, "I just got caught up in all my work that I forgot about the time. And then Peyton came-."
"What?," Brooke pulled out of his embrace, "Peyton?" She asked, wiping away her tears furiously.
"Well, yeah, she came, and I lost track of time..."
"So you forgot about me when you were with Peyton. Peyton Sawyer?" Brooke's voice was angry and hurt.
"Brooke, it's not like that..."
"Really? Because it sounds to me that you didn't care how much this job interview meant to me and all you cared about was Peyton, your precious Peyton." She said turning away.
"Brooke, just wait!" He exclaimed loudly.
"Be quiet, I just put the kids to bed." Brooke mumbled as she walked up the stairs.
"Brooke..., please...please I need to talk to you."
"Go talk to Peyton!" She yelled from upstairs.
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About an hour later Lucas decided that he and Brooke needed to talk. No screaming, just talking.
"Brooke...," He opened their bedroom door and saw Brooke in bed, crying into a pillow, "Brooke, I'm so sorry," He said sincerely, sitting down on their bed, rubbing her back. All Brooke did was continue to cry, "Pretty girl, I love you."
Brooke lifted her head up from the now soaked pillow, showing Lucas her teary eyes, "All you did was talk?" She stuttered.
"I swear, baby." She nodded and leaned in to give him a kiss.
"I just need you to be on my side," She started as she continued to sob, "You're like never right beside me. I mean I've been waiting for this job forever and then Peyton comes and my dreams just instantly crash down. Like, when I first started dating you...I fell in love with you but then Peyton came along and crushed on you too and that ruined everything. And guess whose side you always take? Peyton's."
"I'm sorry Brooke. Look, I know that I've said this maybe a thousand times, but I really love you, definitely not Peyton."
"I know. I love you too."
"I'll reschedule the interview for you, don't worry. Everything will be fine."
Brooke nodded, "I'm tired, I'm gonna get some sleep. Love you." She gave him a kiss on his cheek and pulled the blanket over her body.
"Love you too."
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Brooke awoke the next morning to the screaming sound of her son. She looked over to Lucas and saw he was still peacefully sleeping. He and Brittany sleep through anything and everything. She stepped out of bed and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.
"Baby, what's wrong?" Brooke walked into her son's room and found him hysterical crying. She picked him and stroked his hair.
"I no feel good." He stuttered through his sobs. Brooke felt his forehead and immediately knew that he had a fever.
"Mommy." Brooke then turned around and saw her sleepy daughter.
"I don't feel good." Her daughter mumbled.
"You too, Brit? You must've caught something at school. I'll have to take you both to the doctor today." Brooke replied putting an arm around her daughter.
"I don't like doctors."
"I know sweetie, but I need to make you guys all better. You guys should go back to sleep and I will wake you up when I make an appointment."
"Okay mommy." Brittany said, giving her mother a hug.
"Feel better, sweetheart."
Brooke placed Sean in his crib but he refused. "No!"
"Okay, fine. You wanna stay with mommy? C'mon."
As Brooke closed her son's bedroom door, Sean attached to her side, Lucas appeared from the corner.
"Why are our kids up so early?"
"They're both sick." Brooke sighed.
"Oh, then I'll stay home and take them to the doctor."
"No, I don't want you to miss work. It's fine, you go."
"Yeah, except I just called and made you an interview for later."
"Crap." Brooke mumbled, "How about I take them and you'll just come home early?"
"Alright, that sounds fine."
"Good. Take him while I go call the doctor." Lucas took Sean out of Brooke's arms and walked downstairs while Brooke walked towards the phone.
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Later on in the day Brooke sat, watching her two sleeping children. They both turned out to be fine, just a small virus, nothing major. Now all Brooke can do is wait for Lucas to get home so she could go the interview. Lucas wouldn't be late again, especially after last night's events.
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Lucas looked at his watch, he was right on schedule. There was then a knock on his door.
"Come in." He was actually early so a few minutes wouldn't make a difference.
"Hey," Peyton appeared, "I hope I'm not interrupting anything."
"Nope, I was just about to head home actually."
"Oh, well, if ya need to go..."
"No it's fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, sit down...we didn't get to talk much yesterday."
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About an hour passed and Brooke just couldn't believe it. If he really didn't want to watch their kids, then they could have easily called a babysitter, but no, he insisted. And where was he? He better not be with Peyton!
The kids were still sleeping so Brooke decided to put them in their beds. She went downstairs to her cell phone and quickly dialed Lucas' number.
"Hello?" A voice answered. But it wasn't Lucas, definitely not Lucas.
Just hearing her voice made Brooke shiver. Anger arose in her and she quickly shut the phone. Why the fuck was he with Peyton?
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Lucas returned from the bathroom to find Peyton with his phone in her hand.
"Your phone rang."
"And..."
"It was Brooke."
Lucas looked at his watch, "Oh shit!. Peyton, I gotta go!" He quickly grabbed his jacket and ran out. He was in deep shit.
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Lucas entered his house and found a very anger Brooke watching t.v.
"Hey, Brooke."
"Hey, asshole." She replied crossly.
"I can tell your mad..."
"Of course I'm mad! Lucas I really wanted that job and you blew it for me twice! But that's not even the real reason I'm mad, I mean, yes, it's part of it, but there's way more!"
"Then why?"
"Oh my god, you're so oblivious. C'mon Luke! It's one thing if you choose Peyton over me, I'm used to that. But to choose her over your kids, Luke! That's really low."
"Brooke..." He started.
"Look. When we were teenagers, even when we were dating, it was all about Peyton. Even though you claimed you didn't love her and all. But ya know what? I got used to it. I guess if I ever wanted to be with you I realized that that's just you, you just have to think about Peyton. And though I really should be pissed at you about that because I'm your wife, not her, but like I said, I'm used to it by now, I really am. But Luke, when you choose her over your own kids, that's when I start getting worried. Both of our kids are throwing their guts out, but all you can think of is when you're gonna fuck fucking Peyton."
"Brooke, all we did was talk!"
"Okay, Lucas, I understand that. The point is, your family should come first. I've been home all day with two whiney sick kids while you've been dreaming about Peyton. All I asked of you is to come home early so I can get a chance to get my dream job. But no, that must be too goddamn much to ask!" She took her coat off the rack and put it on.
"Where are you going?"
"I need to think. I need to clear my head. I'll be back later." She pushed past him opened the door, then slammed it closed once she was outside. She took a deep breath as the cold night air brushed her face.
Peyton always got in the way.
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A/N - Okay, so I'm not sure if I like this chapter, but w/e. Anyways, PLEASE REVIEW! THANKS! (Check out my new story too! (A Bad Dream))
