Sometimes Perfection Can Be Perfect Hell

"Run"

Chapter Three

"What happened?" She approached Lucas.

"We had another fight. She got upset that I was at your house."

Peyton mentally rolled her eyes. Brooke was always protective over Lucas, even when they were broken up. "Are you serious? I mean come on, she broke up with you Luke." She said.

"Yeah I know but it is just so aggravating. That kiss was so long ago and its not like you meant it like that, right?" Lucas asked.

Peyton just nodded, but felt her heart breaking, How am I going to tell him now? She thought.

"Right?"

Lucas' voice cut Peyton out of her inner ramblings. "Huh?" she mumbled to him.

"The kiss, it isnt like it meant anything, right? You were shot and teetering unconscieness." Lucas looked deeply into her eyes.

Peyton swallowed and opened her mouth to say something when a red blur entered her view. She shifted her eyes over to Brooke in the background, glaring at her. She shifhted her eyes back on Lucas who now wore an anxious look upon his face; almost like he needed her to lie.

Looking back at Brooke, who was walking towards them, Peyton spoke. "A kiss is a kiss, and it always means something Luke, remember?" She said in a hurt tone.

Lucas frowned, not sure how he felt, but turned around to see what Peyton's eyes were glued to.

Peyton took that chance to turn around on her heel and walk away.

Lucas heard Peyton's footsteps make their way across the waiting room, away from him. "Peyton!" He yelled.

Brooke smirked which made Lucas turn around. "What?" He said in a tired voice.

"You are already trying to find someone to fill my spot and she rejected you. It is just sort of amusing is all." She smiled in a kniving way and then walked over to Karen and gave her a hug.

Lucas sighed in a frustrating way and ran his fingers through his hair. "I wouldn't want someone to "fill" your spot Brooke, you did fine in that area. And Peyton isn't like that."

Brooke scoffed. "Whatever, you two would make the perfect couple, you're both liars and selfish." Brooke turned on her heel quickly before Lucas could object.

"Girl troubles?"

Lucas turned around to see Rachel with her arms crossed. "I don't really think it is any of your business matter of fact." Lucas snapped.

Rachel looked hurt, but then smiled cruelly. "In my opinion, Brooke should of done a lot more than yell and scream at you earlier. You're a bastard and Peyton is a cruel-hearted bitch. I honestly don't know what you or any man would ever see in her." Rachel then laughed. "But then again I don't know why Brooke went for you so…I don't know." She shrugged.

"Rachel why don't you go screw another 'twice your age' man and call it good." Lucas smiled back.

"I would smack you but this isn't the time or the place." Rachel snickered and walked away.

"When has that ever stopped you?" Lucas mumbled under his breath.

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Peyton slammed her book bag on the counter in her kitchen in frustration. Why did she wait? Why in the hell did she back down. He was there, giving everything of himself to her, all for her just one year ago. But now she had gone and screwed everything up, again. Maybe her name should be changed to Peyton Elizabeth "Screw-Up" Sawyer. Now Lucas is all hung up on Brooke, even when she is ignoring and not to mention being a total and complete bitch to him. "But that is good ole Luke, making sure everyone is one his good side, never on his bad." Peyton mumbled grimly. She remembered where her dad stored the Jack Daniels.

She walked over to the top cabinet by the coffee pot and opened it. There the bottle sat, and she immediately felt relaxed.

She reached up and grabbed it. Unscrewing the cap and taking a large swig of the strong alcohol.

She walked up to her room, stumbling upon a few steps, the alcohol already hitting her. Once in her room she turned on her record player to "Run" by Snow Patrol. She started to sway her hips to the beat. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and saw that she still was wearing the red bridesmaid dress. Feeling claustrophobic, she sat down the bottle and unzipped herself; having the dress fall to the ground revealing her black underwear and black strapless bra. "This will do!" She sang and then burped.

The song was almost done and Peyton was exhausted from drinking as she danced half naked in her room. She collapsed to the floor by her bed. She felt something poke her butt. Peyton reached under and pulled out one of Brookes many perfume bottles. This one in particular was 'With Love' by Hilary Duff. Why she had bought it, only Brooke knew. Peyton threw it hard against the wall adjacent to her and it shattered, leaving a shiny, glittering residue on the wall. "Bitch." She slurred.

The soothing sound of Satchel's song "Suffering" filled the air, along with Duff's stench. Peyton felt a tear glisten down her cheek. After that, she couldn't stop all the rest from crashing down either.

"Damn you Luke, damn you." She managed to get out between her sobs.

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Brooke got out to her car and started it. She hated them, all of them. Maybe she shouldn't hate them but it was so much easier than trying to fix it, so much easier. She had no one to talk to.

She heard a knock on her window and it startled her. It was Rachel. Brooke glared at her and Rachel waved her hand signaling for Brooke to roll down the window. Brooke rolled her eyes but obeyed.

"What?" Brooke scolded.

"Geez, hello to you too Mrs. McBitchy." She smiled.

"Rachel, what are you doing here?" Brooke killed the engine and got out of her car.

"Well I was thinking, since we both don't want to be here, we should totally go drink!" Rachel said in h er best 'Valley Girl' imitation.

"I don't know Rachel…"

"Oh come on Brooke, I saw you in there, being around Peyton and Lucas like that. You will be proud though, I told Lucas what was what." Rachel smiled and folded her arms.

"Why? This is between me and Lucas, Rachel! I can't believe you." Brooke raised her voice.

"You forgot Peyton." Rachel said.

Rolling her eyes Brooke reached behind her to open her door again. "Get in."

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