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Chapter Seven: Broken-Hearted Girl
There are times when I hate you
Cause I can't erase
The times that you hurt me
And put tears on my face
And even now while I hate you
It pains me to say
I know I'll be there at the end of the day
I don't wanna be without you babe
I don't want a broken heart
-Beyonce
Lucas' POV
I walked into the cafe. I didn't know why she needed to talk to me, she just said she did. I wasn't really in the talking mood today though; I just wanted to stay home and lie in bed all day. If she hadn't mentioned it was important, I think I would have. She was sitting at a table pouring sugar in her coffee, more than I think was necessary. I grab a seat across from her, while she offers me a weak smile.
She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, then folds her hands. "I think you know why I called you."
I shrug; I didn't want to be here. "Brooke?"
She nods her head.
"She's really heart broken over this. She didn't mean to hurt you." She tells me, but I just cross my arms and grunt. "I don't know why you're being this way. This isn't like you."
I glare at her, "You don't know anything about me, Sam."
She nods her head in agreement. "You're right, I don't, but from what I do know, this isn't you. You love Brooke, I know you do. The Lucas Scott she knows, would never tell the girl he called 'Pretty Girl' and said she was going to change the world someday, that he hates her. Although Brooke may not have admitted it to you, she is in love with you. She always has been and probably always will be."
"So, that's why she broke up with me our senior year?" I ask waiting for a reply, but it seemed she had none. "That's what I thought."
She rolled her eyes at me. "You're so stupid dude. Maybe if you opened your eyes once in a while, you would see that she did that for you. You should have fought for her!"
We were gaining attention from everyone in the cafe, I shook my head at Sam. She just didn't seem to understand mine and Brooke's history. She only knew one side of it and that was Brooke's. If she knew my side she would know that I really did love Brooke and I never stopped.
I slam my hand on the table, startling the brunette in front of me. "I did fight for her!" I could feel my eyes well up, but I wasn't going to cry. "I tried to fight for her, but I did it the wrong way and I know that. I know I was an idiot. I let go of Brooke because I thought that was what she wanted; I thought she didn't want to be with me anymore. When she told me she didn't need me, you have no clue how much that hurt me. I just wanted her to be happy, so I pretended to be happy with Peyton. That's something you have to understand. I loved that girl, but right now I couldn't think anything less of her."
Sam sat in front of me, her eyes wide with shock. She didn't expect me to blow up at her like that and neither did I. She looks at me as if she lost hope, but I couldn't blame her. Brooke killed our baby. I didn't want anything to do with her now.
Sam crosses her arms, glaring at me. "You are an idiot." She tells me as I turn my head away. "Not for the reasons you think though. Lucas, I really don't know what happened in the past, but we're not in the past anymore. You might have fought for Brooke, but not in the way she intended. You know Brooke is stubborn, she wants things done the right way. She's crazy, but that's why we love her."
I turn back to Sam, with a hint of a smile on my face. "I do love her, but how do I go back to her after what she did? After knowing how much doing something like that would hurt me?"
"You can start off with this," she hesitated before speaking. "Brooke didn't want to give up the baby. She didn't have a choice."
I looked confused, how didn't she have a choice? "Sam, what is that suppose to mean?"
She sighed, slowly taking a drink of her coffee. "That's all I can tell you. I wasn't suppose to say anything at all, but this is hurting Brooke too much to not say a thing. Please, just don't be mad at her for long. This really isn't her fault, so cut her some slack dude. I really have to go, but just think about what I said."
She gets up to leave, but I grab her arm before she goes. "Thanks for this, Sam." She smiles at me. "This really helps in a strange way."
She nods her head, "No problem." I let go of her arm and she puts her hand in her pockets. "Talk to her when your ready.. I'm sure she she'll be waiting."
I nod my head and watch her leave.. She gets into a taxi, but turns back to smile at me one more time. I sigh turning back to the table. I place a couple of bucks on the table, realizing that Samantha didn't pay for it. How am I ever going to talk to Brooke again?
One question rolls in the back of my mind, 'What did she mean by Brooke not having a choice?'
Brooke's POV
I could barely walk. I felt horrible this morning and I didn't know whether it was because I was sick or the fact that I've been crying all night. I feel like I am about to faint at any second, so I stand against the wall to keep me up. It was stupid of me to stay in the cold rain all night, but I didn't care. I deserved it anyways.
I walk into the kitchen, but no one is in there. I guess Rachel and Sam were still sleeping. I look in the cabinet to see if I have any soup or medicine. I find some Tylenol cold medicine and grab a spoon to pour it in. It tastes nasty and I hardly want to swallow it. That was the worst part of being sick; taking nasty medicine.
I groan when I hear a knock on the door. Why the hell would someone come over so early in the morning? I open the door to see my curly blond hair friend standing in the doorway. She has a serious look on her face. I guess she didn't just drop by to say 'hi'. She lets herself in and I just follow her slowly in to the living room.
She crossed her arms and glares at me, "Why didn't you tell me?"
I knew what she was talking about, but I still wanted to play it safe. "Tell you what?" I hear my voice for the first time that day and it sounds horrible. It was extremely hoarse and I could barely get my words out. I took a seat on the couch, no longer feeling able to stand.
"Don't play stupid, Brooke!" She yells at me causing me to slowly roll my eyes. "I understand you not telling Lucas, but how could you not tell me? I am your best friend. How could you keep something as big as this a secret from me?"
I don't have the strength to argue, so I don't say anything.
"So, that is how it's going to be?" she shakes her head at me. "I thought we were passed all this stupid high school drama. I thought we were done with all the bullshit, but I guess you're still stuck in high school."
I glare up at her, "Excuse me?" I hated hearing my voice sound so weak. "Peyton, weren't you the one who interfered with Lindsay and Lucas' relationship? I am done with high school and that's why I chose not to tell you. You didn't even deserve to know, because you weren't much of a best friend when you took Lucas from me."
She rolls her eyes, "I didn't take Lucas from you!"
"That's right you didn't," I tried to yell, but it was ineffective. "I gave him to you after you told me you were in love with him. Do you know, that to this day, Lucas still thinks that I broke up with him because I was mad at him?" She didn't respond, she only turn her head the other way. "I didn't break up with him because of that, Peyton! I did it for you."
She doesn't look at me, but I could see tears roll down her right cheek. "I didn't ask you to."
I shrug my shoulders, "It doesn't matter now, because I did.." I feel like I need to drink some water. "You remember when you asked me if I love Lucas and I told you, you didn't deserve to know the answer?" She turns her head and nods to me. "I did love him Peyton." I could feel the tears rolling down my eyes. "And whether I gave Lucas to you or not, you still took him away from me."
She shakes her head, "If you fought harder--"
"Shut up, Peyton!" I was finally able to get out a yell. "If I could, I would get up and smack you right now. I was tired of fighting Peyton! I had to fight to keep Lucas and I together, to keep our friendship together, to keep my baby and now I am tired! I am tired of fighting and not getting what I want! I wanted that baby, Peyton, more than anything in the world and it was taken away from me."
"Whose fault is that?" she replies coldly.
I was going to reply, when I heard voice behind me. "I think it's time you get out." I turn around to see Rachel, she looks furious. "You're the worst friend Brooke could ever have. Now I think it's time that you leave and never come back here, unless you want me to kick your fake anorexic blond ass."
Peyton rolls her eyes and storms out the house, slamming the door on her way out. I get up and make my best effort to walk over to Rachel and hug her. When I finally end up in her arms, I crumble against her crying. She just holds me tightly, stroking my hair.
She pulls back and look at me, "Are you okay?"
I nod my head, "Yeah, I just need some water."
She walks with me over to the kitchen and sits me on a stool at the counter. She walks over to the refrigerator and grabs a bottle of water. She hands it to me and I silently thank her. Rachel leans on the counter, watching me sadly. I know what she's thinking, she wanted me to tell Lucas, but she didn't want me to endure the pain of telling him.
She grabs my hand after I take a gulp of water. "You're going to be okay, B. Davis. You know that?"
I shake my head, "Some times it doesn't feel like it." I look at her, she just holds on to my hand tighter. "Do you think he is ever going to forgive me?" I ask silently, not looking into Rachel's eyes.
She hesitate, "If he really loves you, he should." I nod my head in agreement. "Maybe you should get some rest. How are you feeling?"
I shrug, "It hurts."
The redhead looks worried. "What hurts?"
"My heart."
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