A/N: Hey! I'm back with chapter four of All Bets Are Off! Bout time right? Lol…I could apologize for the late update even though I promised it like a week or so ago. But there would be no point because I don't have an excuse. Life got in the way. My daughter has been in the terrible two mood lately, I got laid off from my job, and I don't have a real excuse except life got in the way!
Thank you to all my readers and reviewers! I know I say this a lot, but it really does mean so much to me that you are enjoying this story!
BIG, HUGE thanks to my girl Morgan. Without you, this chapter wouldn't be done! Without your support and bugging me to get it done, it would still be a blank page in my Word documents! Lol Love ya girly!
Disclaimer: I do not own One Tree Hill or its characters!
LPOV
"So, Nate, you do realize you just sabotaged your chance at winning the bet right?" I asked, watching him pick himself up off the ground.
"What makes you think we would have had sex? Loopholes remember Luke?" Brooke snickered.
"Trust me, twenty more minutes, and you would have been melting beneath me," I whispered in her ear. She was sitting on her bed, legs curled up underneath her. Peyton was still standing in the doorway, Haley at Brooke's computer desk, and Nathan next to Peyton.
"In your dreams Golden Boy!" she whispered back.
"Luke, your mom was looking for you earlier. And New Girl, we saved you from getting caught by your mom!" Peyton said, tugging on Nathan's hand to pull him out the room. Haley followed. Once they were downstairs, I turned to Brooke who was taking my shirt off.
"You ready for more?" I asked, hoping she was.
"Ha. No, Luke, I'm giving your shirt back. It probably wouldn't look good if you went home from my house without a shirt on!" she laughed. Not even caring if she noticed, I let my gaze drift to her chest before watching her ass while she walked to her closet to get another shirt.
"Like what you see Lukey?"
"You know I do. What do you say we have a little fun before I go home? Nate doesn't have to know." I can only hope Brooke decides to end the bet early. This girl is like a drug to me. And not just sexually either. Something's happened within the last month that she's been here. I don't even know how to explain it. I guess most people would say that I've developed feelings for her. I won't say that, but you can come to whatever conclusion you want. All I know is I can't get enough of her.
"Luke! Are you even listening to me?" I heard her from in front of me. I looked up and she was standing in the doorway, now dressed in khaki shorts and a white tank top over her swimsuit. She could wear a trash bag and still look good.
"Yeah, sorry, zoned out for a minute!"
"I can tell! Anyway, Nathan just called. Said something about spending time with me because Peyton is demanding some best friend time with you," she said. I fought the urge to roll my eyes. Don't get me wrong, Peyton is my best friend besides Nate. But did she have to choose now to have best friend time?
"I didn't even know you and Peyton were that close."
"Yeah, um, we actually grew up together. Me and her have been close for a long time," I explained, following her downstairs.
"Close as in best friends? Or close as in the whole best friends thing is the story you use while you bang each other behind Nate's back?" she asked, and I swear, I could hear something in her voice. Like she was praying I would tell her the truth.
"No, that's actually kind of gross to think about," I grimaced, "No, strictly best friends. She actually does Tim."
"Does Tim? What do you mean? Like sleeps with him?"
"Yeah, has been for a while now. She thinks I don't know about it." To be honest, I wish I didn't know. The thought of her and Tim fucking grosses me out.
"Does Nathan know?" she asked. We were almost to my front door.
"No, but have you noticed how he and Haley don't really interact that much?" I asked her, she nodded in response. "Yeah, that's because they don't want Peyt to know about them."
"They're sleeping together too?"
"Yeah. Why do you think Nate and I drive to school separately? He claims he goes in early for tutoring. But he really goes in early to bang Haley in the janitor's closet before Peyton gets to school and finds out. He also thinks I don't know about it. But I uh, caught Haley sneaking out of our backdoor one time when Peyton showed up unexpectedly!"
"You have got to be kidding me!" she giggled, pausing to look at me before we entered my house. I shook my head at her.
"No, I'm not. But look, you can't tell anyone. Peyt would kick my ass if she found out I knew and told you! She already doesn't like you; she doesn't need another reason to hate you!"
"Yeah why is that anyway?" she wondered out loud. I shrugged my shoulders.
"Not too sure exactly. Peyton's never really liked the unknown and I guess, to her, you're like the unknown. Plus, you're totally moving in on her best friend. She's protective!" I laughed before making my way inside my house. She followed me up the stairs but walked on over to Nathan's room when I stopped at mine.
"See ya later Golden Boy!" God that woman is like sex on a stick. Shaking my head to get rid of the naughty thoughts I was having, I quickly changed into a pair of jeans, a light blue t-shirt, and flip flops, grabbed my car keys and wallet, and left the house.
"Took you long enough to get here Luke!" Peyton said as I walked into her room.
"Don't start Peyt. I don't even want to know why you insisted best friend time today. You do realize I probably would have fucked the girl if yall didn't interrupt. Hence, Nathan not being her slave!" I told her, flopping down on her bed.
"Whatever Luke. You don't need to worry about that. There's no way Nathan will have to be her slave because she's not gonna win!" I didn't like the tone in her voice.
"What are you talkin about Peyt? Are you plotting something?"
"Me? Never!" she said, faking innocence.
"Bullshit. You're always plotting something. Look, do whatever you want, just don't physically hurt the girl. If she's broken, I can't exactly win the bet!" I joked, dropping the
subject.
"Don't worry. You'll win! Anyways, have we decided where to have the party this weekend? Is it here again?" Every weekend, the four of us, the "Chosen Four" as people liked to call us, held a party for the popular kids of Tree Hill Academy. This past weekend it was at Haley's. Which was sort of weird. We'd never had a party at Haley's before so it was a new experience. Haley was too busy trying to keep people from breaking things and keeping people out of her parent's room to stay glued to Peyton's side like she normally was. Which, in turn, pissed Peyton off. She loves being the center of attention. She is THA's Queen Bee. So if she's mad, Nathan ends up either mad also or too drunk to care. This time, he was too drunk to care, deciding to play Quarters with Brooke and me the whole night. That didn't end well. He got sick that night. It was like that scene out of Varsity Blues when the big fat guy throws up in the washer. Yeah, Nate totally did that. So overall, the party at Haley's was not a good night. Not to mention, I didn't get any play that night from anyone.
"Yeah we should have it here. I don't want another replay of last weekend and Dad isn't going out of town for another two weeks. We'll pass the word around at school this week. Maybe we can get that Lips kid to DJ again!"
"Luke, his name is Mouth. And you should know that! The kid practically grew up with us. We've been in every class with him since kindergarten!" Peyton laughed. See, this is the Peyton I like. My best friend Peyton. She's funny, and sarcastic, and witty. She's ripped jeans and concert tees with hardly any makeup and her hair thrown up in a messy ponytail. She's just fun to be around. Now, Queen Bee Peyton I can't stand. QB Peyt is short skirts and heels with tops that have her cleavage popping out. QBP is rude and condescending. She's what people expect her to be.
Maybe that's why we get along so well. Because Peyton's best friend Luke is funny, sarcastic, and witty. He's old jeans and tees with flip flops. He's fun to be. But Golden Boy Lucas is an asshole. He's $300 jeans and Lacoste and Abercrombie and the occasional Gucci or Armani. He's rude and condescending. He's exactly what people expect him to be.
BPOV
"So, New Girl, you ready for the party at Peyton's place tonight?" Nathan asked me. It's all they've been talking about all week. I have to admit, I was kind of excited. The party at Haley's house last week really sucked. And seeing Nathan throw up in the washer was disgusting!
"As long as you don't puke again!" I joked, taking a bite of my salad. It was finally lunchtime that day. The morning had gone by so slow that all I could think about was Lucas and the way he looked last weekend lying on my bed. I was sort of glad that Nathan, Peyton, and Haley had barged into the room. If I would have gotten Luke naked, I'm not sure I would have been able to resist him. He's hard to resist wearing clothes.
Once the bell rang, everyone was off to their next class. The afternoon went by just as slow as the morning. And every time I saw Lucas, I just wanted to drag him into the closest bathroom and screw the hell out of him. I've still got a little less than four months until Christmas Eve! I've got to learn some self control!
After school, I headed out to the parking lot to see Lucas and Peyton standing by his car talking.
"Hey B! You wanna ride with me to the liquor store? I gotta pick up refreshments for tonight," Lucas said.
"Thanks, but I can't. Gotta put in some face time with the parentals before the party tonight. They're getting pissy that I'm not home very much! Why don't you take Bitchy?" I had started calling Peyton Bitchy when I was around her just to piss her off. It was kind of fun to watch the vein in her forehead enlarge!
"Nah, Bitchy has to get home and make sure everything is ready there!" Lucas explained. He had also started calling Peyton Bitchy whenever I did. I loved it. Especially because she would punch him in the arm after he did and he would fake like it hurt to make her happy. Punching him in the arm, she flicked us off, shouting, "I'm outta here bitches. Be at the house by eight for the pre-gaming!" before jumping in her car and peeling out of the parking lot.
"Take Pretty Boy with you!" I suggested, scanning the parking lot for his ass. He had to still be here, his ridiculous ass Escalade was parked a few spots from my car.
"He's at tutoring!" Lucas smiled, knowing I knew exactly what he meant by that.
"I guess you're just out of luck then Golden Boy! Gotta go! Pick me up before you leave for Bitchy's!" I kissed his cheek before skipping over to my car and leaving the school. Driving home, I thought about how much I enjoyed living here now. When I first heard we were moving again, I got very depressed. I hated moving so much. We were hardly ever somewhere long enough for me to make any real friends. Sure, I made friends with the people I would go out and get drunk or high with. But never any real friends. Not the kind I could just hang out with without having to bring an ounce of pot with me, or a flask of Jack, or an eight ball of coke.
But here, in Tree Hill, I think I've finally made some real friends. Haley is actually pretty cool. We've had a few fun shopping trips together. And a few good girl talks. Peyton, well, she's still a bitch. But she seems to be warming up to me. She might not talk to me or even be nice to me, but she groups me in with them when they're all doing something together. That's something right? And Pretty Boy is great. He's pretty much my best friend here. We've hung out a lot. And Golden Boy, what can I say about him? He's hot for one. And I know he plays the badass jerk at school and around everyone else. But I've been lucky to see the real him. We've probably spent the most time together. The others don't know this, but every night, I either sneak into his room or he sneaks into mine and we spend the night together. We've never done anything more than a few make out sessions. Mostly, we just sleep. Turns out, he's a cuddler. There have been so many nights that I've woken up to find him curled up against me, arms wrapped around me. It's kind of nice.
Later:
I was sitting at my vanity table when I heard a knocking at my window. Turning in my seat, I saw Lucas there, straddling the tree branch.
"You ready B?" he asked as I opened the window.
"Almost. Just finished my makeup and hair, just let me throw on my dress! I'll be down in two seconds!" I told him, closing the window again. Glancing at my closet, I already decided what to wear without having to look. I carefully slid my white Armani dress on that zips all the way down in the front, is spaghetti strapped, and has small tasteful ruffles on the bottom. I then pulled on my white Gucci wedges to match, grabbed my white patent leather Armani clutch purse, and left my room. I walked as quietly as I could out the front door, trying to avoid my parents. They never liked what I wore to parties so it was easier to avoid than fight about it. Stepping outside, I saw Lucas waiting at the curb in his Challenger, passenger door already open for me.
"Lookin good Davis!" he complimented, making his way towards Peyton's house.
"Why thanks Buddy!" I answered. I always made me feel good when Luke complimented me. Without another word, we headed towards Peyton's house. Halfway there, I dug through my clutch for the flask I stole from a "friend" in the last town we lived in. Okay, so the term friend is used loosely. He was actually my dealer. But when you're hot and your dealer is so messed up from sharing his stash of coke with you, he doesn't tend to notice when you lift a flask from his pocket and stroll out the door. Handing it over to Lucas, he took a swig without even asking what it was. Now that's what I like. Someone that's not afraid of what you're giving them.
"What is that? Scotch?"
"Yep! Only the best for me and you! It's this expensive ass brand my dad's taken to buying now that we're rich. Of course, he buys so much of it that he doesn't notice when I steal a bottle or two for myself!" I laughed. Money really can make people stupid sometimes. Ever since my family inherited all that money from my dad's mom, my parents have become retarded. My mom spends all her time with Lucas and Nathan's mom spending money like it won't ever run out. They're always going on shopping trips out of town together. Maybe they're turning lesbo on us and shopping is just their cover. In this weird ass town, I wouldn't be very surprised. Anyway, my dad has taken to spending his money on bottles of scotch and golf games with Lucas and Nathan's dad. Yet, he always comes home smelling like liquor, smoke, and sex. Personally, I think my dad's having another affair and Luke's dad is helping him hide the truth from us. Whatever. I don't really care. I've caught my dad in so many bad situations that it just seems normal to me now. Sad isn't it?
"B! We're here!" Lucas shouted, snapping me out of my thoughts. I looked up to see him standing on my side of the car, holding the door open for me. I smiled at him as I stepped out of the car and started walking towards the front door. Walking into the house, I noticed Nathan sprawled out on the living room couch.
"New Girl! Lukey! Bout damn time you two showed your bitch ass faces!" he slurred, swinging a half empty bottle of Jack Daniels around as he spoke. Great, he's already trashed. And what the fuck is he wearing? I didn't get a chance to see him before he left for Peyton's but I'm pretty sure he wasn't wearing what he is now. He's got on his normal pair of dark jeans and a red polo. But the weird part is that he's wearing a fucking sombrero, somehow has drawn on a fake mustache, has a brown leather jacket on with tassels hanging off of it that looks like it was made in the 70s, a pair of black cowboy boots, and has a toy gun strapped to his belt. He looks like a sad excuse for a Halloween costume. Like a mix between a Mexican and a cowboy. Maybe that's what he was going for; a Mexican cowboy!
"You drunk fuck! It's not even nine yet and you're already sloshed?" Lucas laughed, taking the bottle of Jack from his hands and taking a long pull on it.
"New Girl, Peyton and Haley said to go upstairs when you got here. Something about girly pre-gaming!" Nathan's slurring was so bad, I could hardly make out what he as saying. I just shook my head and headed for the stairs, leaving Lucas to deal with Nathan.
"New Girl! You made it!" Peyton cheered when I walked into her room.
"Yeah, Luke and I just got here. What's got you so happy Bitchy? I mean, you're talking to me!" I commented, taking a seat next to Haley on Peyton's bed.
"Yeah, about that. Look, I think I need to apologize. Haley, can you give us a minute alone? Maybe you could go check on the boys, make sure they're okay!" Haley just nodded her head and walked out of the room.
"What's this about Peyton?" I asked, suspicious of her odd behavior.
"Look, Lucas and I talked the other day. You know how close we are right? So anyways, we talked and he told me that I was acting very badly. You're new so you haven't been around to see the things I have. Oh, before I continue, do you want a drink?" she asked, gesturing to her computer desk that had a few different bottles and cups on it.
"Sure, that'd be great!" I said.
P POV
"Oh good! I'll make you my specialty!" I cheered, getting tired of this act I was putting on. I sat down at the computer desk with my back to her so she couldn't see what I was doing. Pouring some liquors into the glass, I quickly added my own ingredient, a few different pills I had crushed before anyone got to my house. No one would know. And it wasn't enough to like kill her or anything. Just enough to mess her up so much that she wouldn't have a problem sleeping with Luke. She would completely forget about the bet and Nathan would win. I won't have to worry about Nathan acting as her slave if she won.
"Here you go!" I handed her the glass, waiting for her to take a sip.
"What is this?" she asked after a second.
"You know that shot, a Vegas Bomb? Well, this is my own creation. Kind of like a Vegas Bomb, but instead, I call it a Peyton Bomb!" I laughed, hoping she chugged the rest.
"It's actually pretty good! Thanks!"
"So anyway, back to what I was saying. I realized after talking with Luke the other day that I was being unfair to you. You see, a few years back, Lucas had this girlfriend, Hope. At first, she was real sweet and we all just loved her!" I told her, this part of my story being the only part that was the truth. The whole "talk" with Lucas never actually happened. I just need her to think that she can trust me so no one suspects me if they find out about her spiked drink.
"Luke would kill me if he knew I was telling you this, he doesn't like to talk about it. So, long story short, Lucas was completely in love with her and she broke his heart. Slept with a good friend of his and made sure Luke found out about it. She ended up moving away a few months before you got here. Because of her, he doesn't trust many people besides me, Nate, and Haley. So we're very protective of him. I was just being a bitch to see how you would act so we would know if we can trust you with him or not. But honestly, you've proven yourself! And I'm sorry for the way I've behaved. But, as I explained, I had to; for Lucas!"
Jesus, that was the stupidest lie I've ever come up with. I should have thought about this some more. Let's just hope she buys it.
"Peyton, thank you for being honest with me. While it still sounds kind of weird coming from you, I accept your apology. Maybe we can be friends now?" she asked, taking the last sip of her drink.
"Sure, that'd be great!" I smiled fakely. "We better get downstairs before Nathan breaks something!" I started walking to the door when Brooke grabbed my arm.
"Yeah, about him. I think there's something you should know," she started, making me a little nervous, "I don't know if you saw him earlier, but he's dressed like a Mexican cowboy. I'm talkin jacket with tassels, cowboy boots, a fake gun, and a fucking sombrero on his head!"
"Are you shitting me?" I shrieked, getting angrier by the second. I hate when he does stupid shit like this. Like that one party at his house last year when he thought it would be funny to dress up like a hippie. He always does this. Gets so drunk at some parties and decides to put costumes on. It embarrasses the shit out of me.
"Yeah, no joke! He even drew on a fake mustache!" Brooke laughed. Behind all my anger, I could see that my "Peyton Bomb" was already taking effect.
One Hour Later:
LPOV
It was finally almost ten. People had started showing up a little after nine. Nathan was sprawled out on the couch passed out already. Drunk idiot. And he made a huge mistake. It's a known fact that if you pass out at a party with your shoes on, it's like an open invitation for people to fuck with you. So not only did he have the fake mustache drawn on his face, he also had a penis drawn on one cheek in sharpie and the words "A good fuck for only $1" on the other cheek. And that was only what Brooke had drawn on him. Other people have added onto her artwork since then.
Speaking of Brooke, I've only seen her have one drink, that I gave her, and she looks drunk as hell. I've seen the girl drink. She can hold her liquor. It takes her about as much as it does me to get drunk.
"Peyton, where's Brooke?" I asked her, walking into the kitchen to see Peyton, Haley, Tim, Rachel, Vegas, and a few others playing I Never.
"She just walked outside," she mumbled, pointing at the backdoor. I stepped out the backdoor to see Brooke lying on her back in the middle of the yard.
"B? What are you doing?" I shouted, surprised no one else was out here. She craned her neck to see me walking towards her before she jumped up, fell back down, and then stood up again.
"Lukey! I missed you!" she slurred, throwing her arms around my neck and pressing her lips to mine. After a second she deepened the kiss. Of course, I didn't protest. I mean, it's Brooke! And I have a bet to win. Plus, even though I won't admit it to anyone because I am Lucas Scott, King of THA, but I do kind of like the girl. Okay, maybe more than kind of. I do like the girl.
"Hey! Get a room!" Haley shouted jokingly. We pulled apart to see her and Peyton step outside to smoke a cigarette.
"Bitchy! Holly! I missed you guys too!" Brooke screamed, trying, and failing miserably, to run over to them. She stumbled and tripped like a blind drunk without a guide dog.
"Brooke, how much have you had to drink?" Haley asked. I had joined them on the back porch at this point, a cigarette in one hand and the other hand on Brooke's waist to help hold her up.
"Two drinks!" she stuttered.
"What? You've only had two drinks? And you're this messed up?" I started freaking out. How did two drinks get her this trashed? And why does Peyton look like she's trying to hide the fact that she feels guilty about something.
"Yeah….I uh…you gave me…that beer. And I um…there was something else…didn't you give me one Bitchy? Um, Lukey? I don't feel very good…Can I go to sleep now?"
Not one second after she finished talking did she slump in my arms, completely passed out.
"Did you give her a drink Peyton?" I asked, throwing my cigarette down and picking Brooke up bridal style.
"What? Luke, she's obviously had more than just two drinks. She's hammered! She doesn't know what she's talking about!" she defended.
"Peyton! This isn't funny. Did you give her something?" I shouted, knowing in my heart that Peyton did. I've known this girl for too long. I know when she's lying.
"Okay fine! Yes!"
"Peyton!" Haley was shocked. There's a first.
"What'd you give her?" I demanded.
"A Peyton Bomb!"
"A Peyton Bomb? What the fuck is a Peyton Bomb?" I questioned, carrying Brooke to my car, Peyton and Haley following behind me. Haley took my keys from me to unlock the car and open the passenger door for me. I laid Brooke down in the front seat and closed the door, thanking Haley quietly.
"I asked you a question Peyton! Answer me! What the fuck did you give her?" I was livid now.
"Okay, calm the fuck down! It's a shot! I don't even know what liquor I put in it. Whatever I had in my room. There was some Jack and a little Crown in it. A little Amaretto."
"What else Peyton? What did you add in it to fuck her up like this?"
"Just a couple pills I found in Nathan's stash when he wasn't looking! There wasn't enough to hurt her or anything! I just wanted her to be so messed up she would sleep with you so Nathan would win the bet!" Peyton shouted at me. I couldn't believe what I just heard. Peyton, the girl that was supposed to be my best friend, drugged Brooke so she would sleep with me.
"Are you fucking joking? You drugged her just so Nate could win the bet? Are you fucking psychotic or something?" I screamed at her, Haley shaking her head in disappointment.
"No I'm not psychotic! I just didn't want her to win! I didn't want Nathan to have to act as her slave. She only agreed to this bet so she could end up fucking both of you! She's a slut!" Peyton yelled. Haley, having heard enough, walked back inside the house to get away from the fighting.
"Now you've really lost it Peyt! You have no idea what you're talking about. You're just too insecure about your relationship with Nathan that you have to resort to drugging someone to keep them away from him! So grow the fuck up Peyton!" I shouted, losing my patience with her. "I've gotta get her home and make sure she's okay!"
I got in my car and slammed the door, tires squealing as I pulled away, leaving Peyton standing in the middle of the road. Brooke, lying in the front seat, started moving a bit.
"Luke? Where am I?" she muttered, half asleep.
"We're going back to my house. You're going straight to bed!" I announced.
"Uhh…I don't feel good. What happened?" she moaned.
"Someone slipped something in your drink. Don't worry, you just need to sleep it off," I told her, deciding not to let her know it was Peyton just yet. I'll deal with Peyton first. When I pulled in my driveway, I cut the engine and walked around to the passenger side, carrying Brooke bridal style again into my house. Thankfully, my parents weren't home from whatever charity event they went to tonight. I carried her up the stairs, and decided to let her sleep it off in Nathan's room since he obviously won't be home tonight. I laid her down on Nathan's bed, took her shoes off, and pulled the blankets up to her chest. After staring at her sleeping for about an hour (which sounds so creeperish that I creeped myself out!) I finally left the room and headed for mine. When I opened my bedroom door, I was a little shocked and a little pissed to see Peyton standing in the middle of the room. Sighing, I made my way to my balcony, lighting a cigarette before turning to see what she had to say.
"Luke, I'm sorry," Peyton said in tears.
"No Peyton, I don't need your apologies! You fucked up Peyt and I can't clean up your mess this time!" I said, taking a deep drag of my cigarette. I was so tired of all her games.
"Lucas, please, don't be like this!" she pleaded, coming to stand in front of me.
"Peyton, I'm done. I've stood by you, and Haley, and Nathan since we were kids, because that's what friends do. And I've cleaned up your messes more times than I can count because you were my friend. But this time, I'm not going to do it. The minute you decided to mess with Brooke was the minute you lost my loyalty! I'm done Peyt, I'm not playing around this time. So just go," I explained to her, tired of seeing her fake tears.
"Luke, you can't be serious!" she yelled, starting to get angry, "You're going to throw away our friendship over that girl? A friendship that has lasted since we were five, and survived two dead moms, three absentee parents, and a little bit of jail time? And you're just going to toss me to the curb over some little piece of trash that floats in here like she's God's gift to us?"
"Peyton, I swear to God, I've never hit a woman, but you're about to make me want to! Shut your mouth about Brooke! You don't know anything about her!" I screamed. Peyton got even angrier as she got in my face.
"You're right, I might not know anything about her. But I do know plenty about you. And let me tell you, I have never seen you like this Lucas Scott. All our lives we've prided ourselves on our friendships and how we've been able to raise ourselves with no parents around. And I think we've done a pretty good job. So yeah, maybe we drink too much, or party too much or whatever. But we've always been there for each other. That's what's always made us so close.
"You and me Luke. Forget about Nathan, and Haley, and even Brooke for a minute. And think about me and you. All those times you climbed into my bedroom window when Nathan was too drunk or too angry to make sure I made it home okay. Or every time you let me cry on your shoulder because your brother is such a jackass. Or how about that time I got in that car wreck and broke my leg. Who was the one that took me to the hospital? Who was the one that took care of me when Nathan was tired of carrying my stuff around for me while I was on crutches?
"You Lucas! It was you! So don't sit here and tell me that you're done with me and our friendship! You can't! Because no matter how you might feel for that girl, I'm still your best friend and you know it! You know that you can't just toss me aside Luke. You can't. Because you're not like the other guys in our group. You're not like Nathan and Tim and everyone else. You're better than that. You care, I know you do! You're just trying to hide it because of whatever little spell that bitch has you under!" Peyton said, starting to cry once more. I took another deep drag on my cigarette, not believing my ears.
"Do you even hear yourself Peyton? So yeah, maybe we've always been there for each other, and maybe we've had to raise ourselves. But first of all, we haven't done that great of a job! Haley is so much of a fucking coke head to remember her own name half the time. But you didn't know that did you? That's because you're too busy making sure you're the Queen Bee, the top bitch of THA to notice that one of your best friends has a problem. And Nate? Come on Peyton, tell me you don't see his problems! He was passed out before ten tonight! He's a fucking alcoholic who, by the way, you should really know about this, fucks any girl he can get his hands on behind your back! Including Haley! And you, do you really think I don't know about you and Tim? I've known you since we were five. I know everything about you, including your pill popping habit and that you fuck the village idiot behind your precious boyfriend's back!" I was so pissed at the moment that I didn't give a fuck what friendships or relationships I was ruining. Peyton's eyes looked like they were about to bug out of her head. And that stupid vein on her forehead was about to burst open so I knew she was pissed now.
"And you think we did a great job of raising ourselves without our parents around? We're all so fucked up in our ways that it's ridiculous and sad! So excuse me if I don't give a shit what you just said to me. Right now, all I'm worried about is the girl that's passed out in my brother's room. The girl that you drugged in a pathetic moment of weakness! So believe me when I say, I don't give a fuck what you say or do right now. Just get the fuck out of my house. You're no longer welcome here!"
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