Chapter 4
Midnight Reflections
Author's Note: Thank you all so much for all the reviews. They are amazing, you guys are amazing and I am so glad you all are enjoying the story. So, please keep review, they're what make me want to keep this going so fast.
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"Brooke...I...I don't know what to say." Lucas stumbled over his words, having been completely blindsided.
Brooke held on to her emotions and stared at him, "How about 'Why"? Why, Lucas, why would you do that to me again?"
Lucas breathed out and reached for her hand, flinching as she pulled it away, "Brooke, the kiss, it didn't mean anything. She was bleeding and she thought she was going ro die. I had no idea it was coming. You have to believe me, that kiss, it was nothing. It meant nothing."
Brooke stared at him disbelievingly, "A kiss always means something, Lucas."
"Brooke...please...I told you."
Brooke shook her head, "Yeah, you did. But you know what? I remember all the other stuff you told me."
"Brooke..." He started.
"No!" She snapped, "No, it's my turn Lucas. Yeah, I heard you. And I heard you all the other times before that, but I know for a guy who loves quoting old dead guys, you've had to have heard this one before, "Actions speak louder than words." And, god, Lucas, you're actions are deafening." He looked at her confused, "Every time I've needed you, you've been there, but not before you were there for Peyton first. Always, Lucas. You've never been able to put me first."
"Brooke, that is not true!" He defended himself.
"Oh yeah?" She asked bitterly. "She didn't even want you Lucas, I did. Last year, I wanted you. I tried so hard to get you to see that, but no, you never even looked at me. At least not until Peyton turned you down. And then, the second she gave you an in, you took it. And then you threw me away."
"Brooke...I never..."
"Oh wait. I forgot. First you cheated on me, and then you threw me away. Not a week after I realized I was in love with you, you threw me away, like...like a pair of old pom poms. And then this year, the day we get together, not even six hours later, you leave town, with, guess who, Peyton."
"Brooke..." He started again.
"No, Lucas. I'm done. With all of it. I'm done with her, with you, and with us." She paused, a clear sign she wasn't sure just how done she was, but be fore he could speak she went on, "Get out, now."
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Brooke jumped awake, sitting up and resting her weight on her arms. Four. That was the number of times she'd done this in the last week. Four nights she found herself jumping awake, in a desperate attempt to escape the memory. She didn't know why, but she kept dreaming, no, remembering the day she'd kicked Lucas out of her room and out of her life. She shook her head and sighed, he was still haunting her. She pulled the comforter from over her, in an attempt to cool off. She turned and went to slide off the bed, but winced. She put a hand to her stomach, her skin landing on the large cloth covering that adorned her torso. She took a few moments to recover, before standing. She made her way to the kitchen and fixed herself a glass of water.
She took a seat at the counter and just sat there in the dark. How had she managed to get here? Last year, she had it all. Money, boys, a nice big house, a best friend, and best of all no broken heart. Lucas Scott, was the answer. In such a short time he had introduced her to the harsh realities of the her world. He showed her just how alone she really was. And that Peyton was right, people always leave, She cringed. Even admitting to herself that Peyton was right about anything made her sick. Then she thought, the words of two-faced, backstabbing bitch, probably, don't mean much.
She looked over to the clock on the microwave; 3:19. Brooke sighed and took another sip of her water. Less than three hours before she had to be up for her first day back to school. She groaned. Maybe, she'd just skip. Maybe, they'd all just think she died, or moved again. She just wasn't ready. She couldn't go back to that place, not yet, not this soon. She finished off her water and sighed. No better time then the present, right?
She rinsed out her glass and set it off to the side to dry and slumped back to her bed.
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2 hours and 40 minutes.
That's how long Lucas had to wait until he'd be able to get ready and head off to the school. Today was going to be the first day he'd get to see Brooke in what seemed like an eternity. He had to win her back, there was no other option. He knew he'd messed up, he just hoped there was still a big enough part of Brooke that loved him. That day in the hospital he knew it was breaking her heart, just as much as it had his, to send him away. He knew that she still loved him, but the only question was, would she still listen? Brooke had always been stubborn, but never stupid, so maybe just maybe he still knew his way around her.
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2 hours and 40 minutes
In just a few hours Peyton Sawyer would be ready for first period and even more so, she'd be ready to fight for Lucas. She knew that he still thought he loved Brooke, but she knew better. Brooke was done with him and this time there was no way she was losing him again. Lucas belonged with her, not Brooke. And she didn't care how long it took for him to realize that. Brooke Davis was his past, she was his present and his future. There was once a time when he had thought that way, too, only she'd stupidly pushed him away, and he allowed himself to let Brooke fog everything inside him up, Well, now it was time for her to make it all clear again.
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Author's Note: P.S. I know it was short, but the next one will be longer, I promise. I just really wanted to do something like this, to give everyone an idea of what the L.B.P. triangle was going to look like. Next Update coming soon, I promise. ily.