A/N: Here is Chapter 8. I woke up super early today so I decided to focus my time on writing a chapter or two for you. I know this story is rated M and some of you are waiting for it to come. Don't worry it will come just wait a few more chapters and let the story get a little bit more intense. It will come so don't worry.

Mark Schwahn owns OTH. I just put his characters in a world of happiness. If I did own OTH Peyton wouldn't have been the one to get shot during the shooting (the day the world of Brucas was forever broken).

~loserbelle~


Chapter 8

Lucas POV

I thought she had been long gone by now and wouldn't dare show up again when I heard she took Brooke's money and left town. (Yes it is indeed Rachel. She always had the ability to bring in more drama into the show. And, she's super awesome.) "What are you doing back here?" I asked.

"This was only real place that felt like home. I know I was wrong to take that money from Brooke, but Victoria made me do it."

"So that's your excuse, "Victoria made you do it." I always thought you weren't the type of girl that would be bossed around especially from someone like Victoria."

"It's not like I have to explain anything to you, but I was in a really low place. I thought I needed the money and the drugs. Having someone like Victoria constantly putting the way that she does, made my self esteem go down a whole lot lower. Anyways, I admit I took the money, but then I used it to put myself in rehab instead. I just got out recently and have been clean ever since. I realized I love having Brooke more as a friend than drugs." She said with a sad smile on her face.

"Yeah, you got that right. No one can really replace Brooke," I replied remembering all the fun I had earlier today with the cheery brunette.

"But, Peyton obviously can right?" She said turning back to the comet painting on the court. She looked back at me with her head tilted to the side obviously waiting for my reply.

"It's not like that with Peyton and Brooke." I shook my head. Even I didn't believe the words that came out of my mouth. There will always be something between the three of us. No matter what, and I know it's my fault.

"I remember a time when you used to say "Brooke Davis is the one for me." what happened to the guy who made that destiny shot all those years ago?"

Flashback (You all should know what this is about so if you want to skip it go right ahead.)

They were standing by the hoop. I was waiting to let this fantasy boy draft date end so I can get to Brooke's apartment. Rachel seemed to have other things in mind. Even if I had turned her down countless amount of times.

"Okay, take your shirt off." Where is she going with this. Didn't I just say no to her only a few seconds ago. "Rachel…"

She must have saw my hesitant face. "I'm not gonna touch you, you sissy virgin boy. I'm trying to make a point. Take your shirt off."

God she's crazy. I did as she asked and pulled the shirt over my head, and waited for further instructions.

"Alright," She said as she tossed my the basketball, "You say Brooke's the one. Your soul mate. Well if that's the case, call upon destiny or providence or whatever forces that are gonna bring you two together and make the shot. Blindfolded." She took my shirt and wrapped it around my head so I was completely blinded.

"This is ridiculous!" I said. Seriously, why is she making me do this. She's crazy.

"Come on! It's your destiny. You can't miss." she replied from somewhere away from me.

"Okay can you see me?" She asked. I heard a little movement going on. What is she doing.

"No" I replied shaking my head. Remember Rachel, You blindfolded me. I can't see a thing.

"Okay I trust you," she said I can hear her walking away from me, "Now follow my voice. If Brooke's the one, make the shot."

With the basketball in my hand I dribbled the ball. Of course Brooke's the one for me. I love her so much. I lined up the best I thought I could blindfolded and released the ball from my hand. I heard the swoosh. "What happened?" I asked still blindfolded.

"It went in." Just like I knew it would. Brooke's my destiny.

End Flashback

"I guess destiny got a whole lot shorter." I said focusing on the painting, refusing to look at Rachel.

"Or maybe that destiny is still here, you two just took a detour that's just taking too long." she said back softly.

"I'm engaged Rachel," I said finally looking back at her.

"Yea, to that girl you were with before. Lindsay was her name right?" She asked.

"Actually. I'm engaged to Peyton." I said while turning away from her once again. I didn't need to look at her to tell her expression or what she was about to say next.

"I guess you're right then . Your and Brooke's destiny got a whole lot shorter. Or you are just to stubborn to fight for it and took the easy way out." She said as she walked over to me and looked straight into my eyes.

Flashback (Like stated before. You should know this flashback too.)

"I'm just doing what you wanted." I said. She shouldn't be mad at me. I didn't do anything wrong. This was all her idea.

"What I wanted." She replied, "I wanted you to fight for me. I wanted you to say there was no one else that you could ever be with. And that you would rather be alone than without me. I wanted the Lucas Scott from the beach that night telling the world that he's the one for me."

"How was I suppose to know that?" I can never get it right with this girl.

"You just are." God she looks so defeated.

End Flashback

"I guess the real question is, are you really done fighting for her?" Rachel said, pulling me away from my memory.


A/N: So there you have it chapter 8. Rachel is back! Chapter 9 will probably be on the Jake/Peyton/Jenny picnic as well as what Peyton is doing during what is going on during chapter 8. I'll be working on that today and hopefully it will be up later on in the day. Review everyone! tell me what you think. Hate it? Love it? I really would like to know. And thanks to all the people who have been reviewing, your comments help a lot and make me actually want to continue with this. ;) You guys are great!