Thanks for the reviews. The PB reunion was a bit fast but nothing in Tree Hill is ever that simple.

I jog slowly at first and then I start to quicken my pace. I feel like I'm running from someone or something. I really don't know anymore. Nothing seems real, to even me. I stop in front of Karyn's. I want to go and I reach for the door but quickly retract my arm. Lucas is sitting with his back turned to the door at the bar. Part of me wants to walk in and saw "Nana Nana BooBoo!! You loose!" But that's the old me talking. First when I saw him getting dumped it made me smile but now I feel bad. Will that last? Will he stay away from Peyton? Will he stay away from me now that Peyton doesn't want him? I don't want him, right? I wanted him. I wanted Chase. And apparently at some point I wanted Nathan. I feel my knees buckle from under me and collapse sitting against the window outside. What did I want? Who did I want? Did I really need a guy to define me? I had acomplished so much alone sort of. I worked hard to get to where I am. I have my clothes, cheerleading and Student Body President. Two of which will be over in a matter of weeks. Can I really go on like this? Do I? I pull my legs up to me and feel tears start to fall and my face falls on my knees. I don't know what I want at all. The only thing I know is I don't want to be like my parents but other than that I am lost. I hear the bell of the door and just ignore it not thinking anything.

"Brooke?" I hear the familiar voice.

I look up. I can only imagine how I look, "Yeah?"

Lucas walks over and sits on the otherside of me. I really didn't walk to talk, "If you want to talk, just talk. If you don't, don't." He can always read me.

I nodded and then put my head down on my knees. I want to tell him how I was feeling about him but I decide against it. Peyton taking his heart, throwing it on the ground and doing the Mexican Hat Dance on it was probaly enough for him today. I couldn't help but to turn to him, "I know it hurts. If you want to talk."

Lucas smiles slightly, "Thanks. I just. I didn't expect it. Peyton said it was because of my feelings for you."

I turn my head back to my knees. I do not need this. "I don't want to hear this. I shouldn't have said I'd listen. I can't. Not now."

"I heard about Chase," Lucas says. Yeah, that really helps, "He's a jerk."

I snap my head up, "No he's not. He got screwed over by HIS best friend. HIS best friend slept with his girlfriend. Ring a bell? He couldn't stand that I did that to Peyton even though..." I groan. I won't rehash it.

"I don't know what to say to may things better with you and Peyton. I know it's my fault," Lucas tells me.

"It is but we will be fine," I explain, "Peyton is okay with the Nathan thing and I'm fine with her kicking you to the curb. WE are going to be okay. But you and I," I point between us, "I don't think I can be okay with you. I've never been in a place like you put me in and God help me Lucas I won't go back."

"I don't expect you to Brooke," Lucas tells me, "If I ever thought I had a chance with you I'd probaly be old and gray."

I jump up, "Probaly. I've got to go. I told Peyton I'd help her burn your shit." I wave and jog off to Peyton's. I get to her house and look around the outside. The last time I was there we were tearing each other up. I knock on the door then open it, "Peyt!" I call out.

"Upstairs!" Peyton yells at me.

I walk up the stairs. It feels better being here. Peyton and I wouldn't be the same and I know that but still. It does help since Rachel is gone. I walk into her room, "I saw her wonderful ex-boyfriend a couple of minutes ago." I say sitting on her bed.

"Eww...was he crying?" Peyton smiles.

"No but he did try to talk to me about it," I tell her, "I kinda said it was okay but then I didn't like it. I told him off about some other thigns. I actually thought it would help to call Chase a jerk."

"Yeah I'm sure you took that well." Peyton joins me on the bed.

I run my fingers through her curly blonde hair, "I miss him. Chase I mean. He came by right after you left. He wanted to talk. Something about thinking about me all weekend...blah blah blah."

"Why didn't you talk to him? Anyone can see you aren't over it." Peyton smiles slightly.

I shake my head, "I just don't want to disapoint him. Obviously I have skeletons in my closet even I don't know about." I sigh frustrated, "I actually thought I was falling in love with him."

Peyton pauses, "Is it like...when you were with Lucas?"

"Not at all. I mean I am afraid of disapointing Chase. But I do know he won't call me a slut. He sees me as me, not as a cheerleader, the popular girl, clean teen, no label at all. Just me," I explain to her, "It's so different. I was always afraid of getting a lecture from Lucas. With Chase I just don't want to let him down."

"Sounds like it's real love," Peyton tells me.

"That's what I was afraid of," I groan.

Reviews please!! What should she do??