Okay so here is the next installment. I loved and appreciated all of the reviews. I know some of you wrote to tell me that Lucas was obnoxious and unlikeable. For this chapter I will let you see a different side of him, but he isn't completely changed. This is something new for me and I don't want him to be a complete sap. So I hope you enjoy and as always—review. I love them!

Brooke woke up early the following morning, but did not want to get out of bed. Her head hurt and she knew her eyes were all puffy and red from the previous evening. She thought it would end up being a crappy night and at first it had. She had been angry that Haley did not tell her that Lucas was going out, but she got over it. They had ended up going to some bar about a half hour away. It was nice because they didn't get surrounded by swarms of girls that had noticed Lucas. Thankfully he had worn a baseball cap and that had helped a bit. Of course they bickered and argued like normal, but Brooke found it kind of fun. It was becoming very easy to push Lucas's buttons and Brooke took advantage of it at every chance. Of course, Lucas was also finding a way to get under her skin the more they hung out. He was slowly learning what she liked and what annoyed her and he used that to his advantage. The only side she refused to show him was her vulnerable side, well until last night happened at least.

Flashback:

Brooke was sitting across from Lucas enjoying her drink, and annoying the gorgeous blonde in front of her. She had enjoyed kissing him, but she played it like she didn't. She had been teasing him about what a sloppy and bad kisser he had been and of course it had turned into their back and forth banter. At one point he really pissed her off so she excused herself from the table to go to the bar and get another drink.

She had ordered another round for everyone and was just waiting on the drinks when she heard someone call her name. She turned around and came face to face with her ex-boyfriend and friend.

"Brooke Davis. What brings you to this side of town," Nikki asked.

"Just out for drinks," Brooke said as she tried to force a smile. It was so hard looking at the guy she had fallen hopelessly in love with here with someone she considered her friend. Them standing in front of her brought back the image of when she caught them in bed together. She was lost in her own thoughts when Nikki shoved her hand in front of her face.

"Isn't it beautiful? Jake asked me to marry him and I couldn't have been more happy. We are getting married at the end of the summer," Nikki said rubbing it in Brooke's face.

Brooke wanted to cry, but she held her composure. "That's great. Congrats," she said with the little amount of enthusiasm she could muster. It was Jake's voice that almost brought the tears she was holding back, forward.

"Thanks Brooke. That means a lot. I know we hurt you, but when you find that person you just know. It's almost as if your heart is making all of the decisions. I couldn't deny my feelings for her any longer and I knew I had to have her and marry her, I'm just sorry I hurt you," he said as he smiled at her.

She wanted to say something, anything to let him know he hadn't hurt her, but she couldn't. He had devastated her and broke her heart into a million pieces. As she watched Jake lean in a capture Nikki's lips she felt as if she was going to explode. The way his hands held her face, his lips molded to hers, and the way he held Nikki's hand with the ring on it in his own. The ring that she always thought would be her own. Thank god the drinks were up. She excused her self and brought them back to the table.

"It's about time. We were beginning to think you got lost," Lucas joked and grabbed his beer.

She couldn't deal with him right now. She felt dizzy, and the crowded bar felt like it was closing in on her. The music sounded to loud, the people felt too close, the drinks seemed too strong. It was almost as if she was having a panic attack. She gripped the table and sat down, to steady herself. She wouldn't cry, she couldn't. She could not even come up with a witty comment to fire back. "Please Lucas, not now," she said and closed her eyes.

She knew he usually wouldn't stop, but suddenly she sensed that he was closer. She opened up her watery eyes and he was leaned in closer. He looked at her softly and almost as if he cared.

"Hey, what's wrong," he asked and placed his long fingers on her own.

"Nothing," she said and gave him a small smile. "I uh…I think I'm going to leave. I…I just don't feel good."

She saw something that crossed his eyes that almost looked concerned but she brushed it off. In all of her encounters with him, he had never been the concerned or caring type. She stood from the bar stool and said her goodbyes. She reached for her purse and felt Lucas's hands on her arm. She looked up at him and he had a deep thoughtful look.

"You mind if I go with you, I mean if you don't mind could you drop me off?"

She gave him a nod and walked out with him following her. She really didn't want him to go, but she didn't feel like an argument tonight. All she wanted to do was go home and cry. She hoped she could hold in the tears long enough to bring Lucas home.

The ride was quiet, but not in an uncomfortable way. Brooke had managed to hold in the tears long enough to get to Lucas's house. When she reached his house he asked if she wanted to come in and talk for a little while. She thanked him, but politely declined. She just wanted to be alone. He leaned over and gave her a small kiss on the side of her head. "You really are a great person Brooke. I enjoy spending time with you," Lucas said thoughtfully before he climbed out of his car and walked away.

When she saw that he had walked away from the car she lost all of her composure. The tears finally fell from her broken hazel eyes and crept down her cheeks. She felt so worthless and like she was lost in this world. From the outside it looked as if she had everything, but really she was just lonely and confused. She was gripping the steering wheel tightly with her fresh French manicured fingers. She was sobbing uncontrollably and leaned her head to rest on the steering wheel. It felt so good to let the tears fall that had been locked away for too long. She was so lost in her emotional outbreak that she hadn't noticed Lucas climb back into the passenger side of the car.

He didn't say anything, just pulled her into his embrace. She didn't fight him or question his motives; she just let him hold her. His hands brushed through her long chocolate locks and he tried to sooth her with his quiet voice, whispering to her.

She must have cried in his arms for at least five minutes until she regained her composure and pulled away. Her voice was raspy and horse when she tried to talk. "I'm so sorry."

He laughed softly at her. "There is nothing to be sorry about," he said as he pulled her hand into his own, and intertwined their fingers. Her hands were so soft and tiny compared to his. She seemed almost like a fragile doll to him and he wanted to protect her for some reason. Maybe it was because he was starting to see her as his friend, and he was fiercely protective of those he considered friends and family. "Why don't you come inside and we can just talk," he tried to urge her.

"I'm so lost," she blurted out. "Everyone thinks because I have money and all of the material things in this world that I want, that I am happy. I'm not happy. You were right Lucas I am a miserable bitch," she sobbed.

"Hey, look at me." When she did not look at him, he gently moved his hand to her face and cupped her cheek. He gently turned her face so that she was looking at him. She looked so beautiful even though it was clear that she was broken. She finally brought her gaze to his own and he continued. "You're not a miserable bitch. You're just on guard and don't like people to see you vulnerable. I understand Brooke because I do the same thing."

"I need to go. I just need to get away."

"Don't leave. I'm not trying to pressure you or anything Brooke. I'm just trying to be a friend."

Brooke wiped her red eyes and chuckled. "I didn't mean from you Luke. I meant I just need to get away for a few days. I need to regain my focus."

"Then let me take you away for a few days. We can go somewhere quiet and you can be away from everything. I could use a break myself and it would be nice to be away from the wandering eyes of everyone. What do you say?"

She almost wanted to laugh at him. "Luke I barely know you. I'm not going to jump on a plane and be secluded somewhere with you. I'm not ready to jump into bed with you and I know that's why you are being nice."

Lucas rolled his baby blues at her. "You know more about me than I know about you. I promise I will keep my hands to myself, and it's not like Im going to take you somewhere and then try to kill you. I'm too famous to get away with that," he joked and smiled a sincere smile.

She laughed at that. Brooke always planned and never did anything that wasn't already mapped out. But for once she wanted to be adventurous. In that moment she just said "yes" and smiled.

What the hell had she been thinking? In less than four hours she was getting on a plane with Lucas to go away for three days to the northeastern part of the country. Lucas had told her that he would take care of all the arrangements and he would pick her up for the airport. Now that she was sober and functioning properly she was thinking she had a moment of insanity. She couldn't go away with him for three days. They had way to much aggression and sexual tension between the two of them and Brooke did not want that to erupt when all she wanted to do was clear her head for a few days. They could possibly end up killing eachother.

She picked up her phone off of her wicker nightstand and dialed his phone number. She was going to call and cancel. It was insane to think that they would be able to stand eachother for three days without a break. She couldn't bring herself to hit the call button though. She did want to get away and maybe it would be nice to have the company of someone to keep her busy and have a good time with. She placed the phone back down and dragged her ass out of bed to the shower. This was going to be an interesting next couple of days.

Okay so next chapter is going to be their getaway. I know this one was a bit shorter, but I want the getaway to be longer with everything that happens. Hope you enjoyed this and review to let me know what you think! Again thanks for all the reviews—I love them!!