A/N: Go ahead, kill me. It's been like EIGHT months since an update! How horrible am I? There are a lot of things I can blame, like writers' block, laziness, etc etc. But, I will try to update more! I will not succumb to being lazy! Just a heads up, this is a very emotional chapter. So here it is, finally, Chapter Four! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Melanie does not own One Tree Hill, Cedar Point, or anything related to them.
Surprise!
Our lips broke apart to see the last person I would want to see right now. Peyton. Her amber eyes bore holes into mine and I had to look at the ground, almost ashamed to look at my best friend. Or, now former best friend.
"Look, Peyton –"
"Don't you even try to explain anything, Brooke. It is going to be quite hard to explain a kiss that intense," I slowly began to stand up, but Lucas's strong hand prevented me from doing so. Instead, he stood up and walked over to Peyton, pulling her away from me. I extended my head as far out as I could to hear them speaking without seeming like a snoop.
"How could you?" She fumed in a loud whisper, "I thought what we had was real! Not a lie!"
"Peyton… I never wanted you to find out like this, but the truth is there. I am in love with Brooke; I always have." Even from where I was sitting, I could tell there was so much hurt in Peyton's eyes.
"So what, you never loved me? Was I just a thing to make Brooke jealous?"
"No, I did love you once. It just never surpassed my love for her."
"Once?" He took a deep breath and took a quick glance back at me.
"During the championship game," He started slowly, "it was Brooke who pushed me to you. She thought you were the one who I wanted to stand next to when my dreams came true, but when she came up to me, my dreams did come true. I-I don't really even know why I was propelled to start dating you. Maybe it was because Brooke and I were over, or maybe it was because I still thought we had a chance. I am forever sorry to bring you into this mess… it was never my intent to hurt you, let alone anyone else," He said, his voice filled with shame. Peyton just laughed sadly, shaking her head.
"I cannot believe I was so STUPID to ever believe that you loved me. You can just go ahead and run to your little Brookie and have a happily ever after," She started walking away and I shot up automatically.
"Peyton, come on. Let's talk about this."
"What is there to talk about? I can't believe after all this time with you being all self- righteous about me cheating on you with Lucas that you would turn around and do the same thing to me, possibly even worse! All I ever did was kiss Lucas; I never went to the extent you did!" I just stood there, the words I was going to say vanished from my mind.
"You're right."
"What?"
"You heard me. You're right, about everything. I should have never been so hard on you about it, but now I think you understand why I was. Now you understand how it feels to have your heart stomped on by your best friend with your boyfriend," I said, bitterness coating my words. I didn't intend on being so bitter, but I had been hurt enough over the years to where it always came out like that.
"I have been so hurt before that I reacted irrationally about it, but even then, you have not experience the pain I have. Pretty much every guy that I have ever been in a relationship with has hurt me in some way. For Lucas, it was going behind my back because for some reason, I was never enough for him. Chase, physical pain. Even YOU have hurt me in ways, Peyton. How many times have I sacrificed how I felt for Lucas just so you could be with him? How many times have you pushed me out of the way to get to him? Hmm? How many times have you been a selfish bitch and only cared about yourself because EVERYTHING has to revolve around you? HOW MANY GOD DAMN TIMES, PEYTON?" I yelled, my emotions finally getting me better of me. Tears had already started to cloud my vision by now.
"You know what? I am done, done with all this bullshit. I am so sick and tired of everyone walking all over me just to get what they want. I don't care if you, or anybody else, don't want to be my friend anymore. I- I'm through with the pain," I raised my hands in defeat and stormed away.
As I was walking away from the park, tears of anger and pain streaming down my face freely. People were giving me funny looks, but I didn't care. I could hear people yelling my name from behind me, but I pushed it all to the back of my mind and only focused on getting back to the hotel somehow.
After I had finally got out of the gates, I saw a taxi cab dropping off some people. I waved it down and he let me in.
"Castaway Bay Resort, please."
"That isn't too far from here, you can't walk?"
"Listen Mister, I am not in the mood to mess around right now. I just need to get back to the hotel, thank you very much," I huffed. He grumbled something incoherently and started driving toward the hotel. He arrived a short time after and I shoved a fifty at him.
I got to my room as soon as I could and padlocked the door just in case Lucas wanted to be himself and try to make me feel better. I didn't want to feel better. I wanted to wallow in my own pain and cry myself to sleep as I have done many times before. I reached for my shoulder to take my purse off when it hit me- I forgot it!
"Shit, shit, shit, shit!" I cursed to myself; God knows who could have it! It had everything in it, my wallet, and more importantly, my positive pregnancy test. My breathing slowly started to become shallow and quicker and I placed a hand on my head, suddenly feeling sick. Before I knew it, I had collapsed on the floor, everything blacking out around me.
"Brooke! BROOKE!" I called out, desperately trying to find her, but with no luck. I ruffled my hair in annoyance and sat down next to Haley.
"Still no luck?" I just shook my head at her sadly. My arm hit something that was next to my head and I turned to look at it. It was Brooke's purse! I hurriedly grabbed it and stood up.
"Brooke forgot her purse; it is the perfect excuse to go after her!" My face twisted into a smile and I started running for the entrance. I searched all around for a taxi, the last one leaving right as I got to the gates. I cursed under my breath and started running for the resort.
I made an immediate halt as soon as I got to the hotel, and my chest started heaving from the exertion. A random guy who was getting out of his car saw this, and handed me a bottle of water. I thanked him and chugged it down, my breathing finally starting to get normal.
I shoved the glass doors open to enter in the lobby, and walked up to the receptionist.
"Has a girl, about this tall, dark brown hair, wearing a white tank top and black shorts gone through here?" She didn't even bother looking at me and pointed to her right, telling me she went that way. I took off in a brisk jog in the direction to the hotel room. I swiftly slid my key in the door, and it blinked green. I attempted to open it, only to be stopped by a pad lock. I wiggled the door a little bit, getting frustrated.
"Brooke, I know you're int there. Let me in."
No answer.
"Brooke, come on..."
Still, no answer. I started to get worried at that point.
"Brooke?" I looked in through the little opening, a small gasp leaving my mouth. Brooke was lying there on the ground, unconscious. I tried to break the door down, but it wouldn't budge.
"BROOKE!" I yelled, pounding on the door.
"Hey, hey! There are other guests around you, please-"
"There is an unconscious girl in there! You have to help her!"
"All right," The worker pulled his walkie talkie from his belt, " There is a girl unconscious in room 94, I need someone to contact 911 ASAP! We'll do everything we can, sir. Please stay calm."
"How do you plan to get the door down? It's padlocked!" I fumed.
"Very carefully. Please, sir, go to the lobby and relax. Everything that can be done is being done," He told me calmly. I reluctantly obliged and trudged my way into the lobby and slouched into one of the chairs.
Time seemed to be moving oddly slow, almost in slow motion. It felt like it had been hours when the ambulance arrived, whereas it had only been mere minutes. People rushed in with a gurney, making their way to where Brooke was. Short after they had come in, Haley waddled in as fast as she humanly could.
"Luke! What is going on? Why is there an ambulance? Who's hurt?" She babbled worriedly, taking a seat next to me.
"Hales- how did you even get here?" I asked, trying to avoid her questions. She huffed a sigh and glared at me.
"Stop avoiding my questions. And I got here by taxi cab, smarty," I sighed, resting my head in my hands.
"It's Brooke," I said slowly. I snuck a glance at Haley, who had her eyes bulging out of her head.
"Brooke? As in Brooke Davis; Tigger?" I just nodded, the words in my mouth suddenly vanishing. Haley just stared out into space, her mind obviously racing. To help verify my information, the paramedics came rushing by, an unconscious Brooke laying on the gurney.
"Hales, I am going to go with Brooke to the hospital. I want you to call Nathan and have him come up here, ok?" She nodded, her eyes still glued on her best friend's limp body. I swiftly pecked her on the forehead and ran out to the ambulance and climbed in.
The ride to the hospital was a dreary one; the paramedics said that there was nothing immediately wrong with Brooke, just that she passed out from stress or something related to it. I sighed and brushed her brunette hair out of her face.
Another ten minutes went by and by then, we were in a hospital room, and a doctor was checking out Brooke.
"No immediate injuries that could have caused this... no signs of seizure. Mr... Scott is it?" I nodded, standing up. "Does Ms. Davis have any medical conditions that may have caused this?"
"Um... not that I know of. As far as I know, Brooke is very healthy."
"She hasn't recently had a child, or is currently conceiving one?" This question shocked me. Brooke, pregnant? No, it couldn't be... could it?
"Uhhh... well... er..." I didn't know how to answer that, to be honest. She couldn't possibly be pregnant because as far as I knew, last time she had sex was with me. Or Chase. Shit! In the middle of my mind exploding, I accidentally knocked over Brooke's purse, all the contents spilling out. I bent over to collect them when my eye caught something. I picked it up and to my surprise, it was a positive pregnancy test. I sucked in a breath and hurriedly jammed it back in her purse.
"I am not sure if she is pregnant or not; I guess we will have to ask her ourselves when she wakes-" A low grumble then came from Brooke's direction and I turned to see her slowly squinting her eyes open.
"Why... why am I in the hospital?" She mumbled, searching the room around her. I quickly sat next to her and took her hand.
"Welcome back, Ms. Davis. It appears you took a pretty bad fall. Mr. Scott here found you unconscious in your hotel room and rushed to call 911. What do you remember before passing out?" Brooke looked at me skeptically and turned to the doctor.
"Well, I had gotten to the hotel after a fight I had with my friend, when I remembered I had forgotten my purse at the park, and freaked out. That is all I remember," She said, messing with her shirt.
"Is there a reason you possibly passed out due to the fact you had lost your purse?" The doctor questioned. Brooke simply shrugged, obviously avoiding any further confrontation.
"I think it had to do with something in her purse," I interjected. The doctor looked at me quizzically and I reached behind to grab her purse. I handed it to the doctor and he searched inside of it, then pulled out the test.
"Well then, Ms. Davis, could this be perhaps why?" Brook pretty much looked like a deer in headlights as she stared at the test in the doctor's hands. She pulled her full lips over her teeth and looked over at me, her hazel eyes full of accusation.
"Could we have a minute, please?" The doctor nodded and left the room, leaving the test on the side table.
"Brooke, let me explain-"
"Explain what? That you were snooping in my purse?" She shrieked, sitting up.
"I wasn't snooping! It fell and I put everything back in it, of course coming across the test. But more important, why didn't you tell me you were pregnant?" I fumed, taking her small hand into mine.
"Because I'm still not sure if I'm actually pregnant or not. Besides, if I can remember, about an hour or so ago, you were still together with Peyton," She grumbled.
"Well, I'm not with her now, am I? I want to be with you, no matter what type of condition you are in. But, if you're not ready, I will wait until you are," I told her sternly, squeezing her hand gently. She smiled softly and ran her hand across my face. She ran her fingers through my messy hair and brought my head down to her head and she softly kissed my lips. I kissed her back and we broke apart with a sigh of content.
The doctor slowly entered back into the room, chart in hand.
"Brooke, before we can release you, we need to take a blood sample and test it to see if you really are pregnant," He said in his tenor voice. She nodded and stuck her arm out for the needle. She winced slightly as he stuck the needle in her arm, but it was over in mere seconds.
"This should only take five to ten minutes, okay?" We nodded, and the seven minutes seemed to pass my quite fast. Brooke and I chatted a little bit about what happened when she was unconscious.
"Ok Brooke, so we have the results to your tests. I can confirm that you are, in fact, not pregnant. You guys are free to leave when you please," He left the room with a smile, right as Brooke practically jumped on me.
"Thank God!" She muttered into my shoulder. I simply chuckled and stuck my hand out for her. She grabbed it, a huge grin on her face, and we walked out hand in hand.
A/N: So, for once, I didn't end with a cliffie! Hahaha. Again, SO SO SO SO SO sorry about the long wait. I want to die for making you wait so long! I hope that it doesn't take this long to post the next chapter! Hope you enjoyed, and remember, reviews are love- good or bad!
-Mel :)
