Okay, if you don't know what a flame is it is being critical of what I chose to write…not how I write but what I choose to write about. There is a difference between flames and constructive criticism.

Meanwhile, back at Peyton's house, Jake locked eyes with Peyton, staring at her blankly. His eyes narrowed as confusion took over. He was confused with her actions, confused with her words, but inside he knew she was hiding something. Jake opened his mouth the speak his rambling thoughts, but Peyton brought her hand up to stop the words that could flow from his quivering lips.

Peyton lowered her head and took in a deep breath before looking back up at Jake, into his longing eyes. Letting things sink in, Peyton opened her mouth, but not a hint of sound came out. She seemed to be lost for words.

Inside she knew that whatever she said, it wasn't going to make a difference. Once again she screwed up everything she had. People always leave was an expression to describe her past, present, and future.

Once more she took in a deep breath as she noticed Jake was getting uneasy and wanted an explanation quickly. She opened her mouth again and attempted to continue without saying anything that could ruin things between them, he was all she had left.

"Okay, listen. Just hear me out."

Jake looked at her, hoping her to hurry her words. He nodded and leaned back, preparing to hear the words that lingered in her throat, causing the lump that lingered there. Her stomach turned with butterflies as she noticed how casual he was taking it. Jake raised his eyebrows still waiting on her speech, which didn't seem to escaped her lips.

"Come on, Peyton. Enlighten me." He simply stated as he made himself more comfortable on the hard wood step he sat upon.

Peyton slowly nodded and continued with the genuine words she was going to speak as her eyes turned red and filled with tears.

"Okay, well, when you told me to come back and confront Lucas with how I felt, I did."

Jake took in a deep breath, and Peyton let a few tears fall down her red cheeks, glazing them with wetness. She wiped her eyes and continued once more.

"Well, miraculously he felt the same way. We got together, and we've been together since. Jake, I love him." Peyton finished as she let her eyes fall. Reaching over, Peyton placed a hand on his, reassuring him that inside she still loved him, but she did move on like he asked. Jake brought his other hand to his mouth as he took a deep breath, pulling his other hand away from hers. Standing up almost immediately, he looked down at the girl crying on the steps. Inside he felt sorry and had pity for her, but part of him was mad that he had come all that way to be with her, but she was turning him down. This situation reminded him that he was a big believer of karma. What comes around goes around.

Jake looked into her tear filled eyes, finally having to courage to speak up on his behalf.

"And you had the audacity to kiss me back Peyton? Why didn't you just tell me about this to begin with?' He asked, still staring her down. His eyes full of hurt, Peyton's full of pain. Yes, he knew she had had many bad experiences in the past and he knew he was adding on to it, but to him, she deserved part of it.

"I just wanted to spare…" Her words were cut off as Jake viciously attacked Peyton with his hurtful words.

"Let me guess. You wanted to spare me the heartache?" He asked in return as he took one step closer to her, his had placed upon his chest, over his heart. Peyton lightly shook her head in agreement as she brought her eyes up to meet his.

"Well, you see how well that turned out!" She bellowed loudly inside the walls of the house and inside her head. Jake closed his eyes and imagined the worst possible situation before shaking his head in disbelief. "Wow, Peyton...Wow." He shook his head in disappointment once more before forcefully throwing his body around and quickly walking out of her house, slamming the door behind him.

Peyton was left in the vacant, quiet house alone and tears once again streamed down her cheeks. How could her day get any worse than it already was? Besides losing her best friend, resorting to drugs and losing the two men she loved all in one day, Peyton felt the nightmare was never going to end. The plot just continued to build, but everything was on her.

She pushed herself to get up off the step, using her hands to relax the flow of her gown before making her way to the door. She extended her hand out and grasped the doorknob, opening it. Just when she thought her day wasn't going to get worse, it did. Rain began pouring down on her, soaking her from head to toe, causing her make up to run down her flushed cheeks. It was times like this that Peyton, refused to believe that there was a God, a good man who was supposed to be there for her. To her, he was just playing a cruel joke.

Peyton just brought her hand to her face, wiping the make up away, smearing it across her face. Inside she knew that she needed to fix things with Lucas, but she was scared things were way over her head. She knew she hurt Lucas. She had gone through so much in the past few years, and it all seemed to pile up to high for her to get out. At least if she patched things up with Lucas, there would be something worth living for.

Making her way to her car, she got in a drove to the school, running all stop lights like she used to. Inside she hoped that a car would come out of nowhere and hit her, but nothing ever seemed to happen to her. Hoping Lucas would be at the prom, Peyton parked in the parking lot at the school, then got out of her car.

Walking to the double doors and making her way inside, Peyton searched her eyes around the crowd, hoping to find the precious face she learned to love. Placing her eyes on a table, she found Lucas.

Peyton pushed through the group in front of her and as she did, Brooke came into view as well. She was holding Lucas' hand.

Stopping dead in her tracks, she watched them talking, Lucas laughing. How she made him seem so much happier, she didn't know, but the fury inside her just kept building up.

Inside, Peyton wanted to strangle Brooke, but instead she looked around for an object of some sort, but the only object she found was an empty chair. Picking it up, she forcefully threw the chair at the table Brooke and Lucas sat at, as well as Mouth, who immediately left the table after it was hit by the chair. Brooke and Lucas turned to find a soaking wet, make up smeared Peyton staring back at them. Hate written across her face.

At that moment, the students at the prom went silent and turned to them. Peyton took a step closer to the table, bringing her hand out, pointing at Brooke.

"Brooke! You are such a fucking hypocrite! You know that right?"

"Peyton…"

"No Brooke, you listen! You are a little conniving bitch! Here's some light to shed on the situation. You got mad when I was with Lucas when you two were dating right?"

"Peyton, please. Not here." She pleaded as she pulled the chair out, standing up as she stared at Peyton. Lucas followed Brooke by standing up as well.

"No, Brooke. Lets. Well, you know what? You're pulling the same damn shit!" She spat at Brooke, before taking her finger and pointing it to Lucas, putting the attention on him.

"As for you Lucas, you just have to much of an ego to decide over one girl. You always think you have to have both." By this time, the whole prom was quite, everyone's eyes on them.

"Peyton…" He begged as he looked at her hurtfully. All he wanted was to walk up to her and hug her; he knew all she needed was some love, and the love no one gave her.

"Save it!" She screamed out as she threw her hands up, "You're just as bad as Nathan used to be. Who would have thought you two would switch places? And the funny part was I actually sent Jake away so I could be with you. But from the looks of it, I choose the wrong guy." She yelled at him, laughing between a few words. She let an angry sigh escape her lips as she turned around and marched out of the gym, leaving the prom in complete and utter silence.

Brooke and Lucas just turned to each other before separating and sitting back down, pulling away from each other so they were both on opposite sides of the table. Both buried their heads in their hands.

Just walking in, Haley and Nathan walked into a silent gym, hearing all the words Peyton spat at them. In fact, on her way out, Peyton stiff shouldered Nathan.

Walking up to Lucas' table, Haley and Nathan sat down next to him, one on either side of him.

"Lucas, are you okay?" Haley asked as she placed her arm around his shoulder, pulling him into a hug. Lucas returned the hug and wrapped his arms around her. Lucas didn't say anything with words but shook his head no on her shoulder, letting tears fall down his face.