Chapter 11

I wasn't sure what to do. Was I supposed to go talk to Lindsey or Luke? It wasn't my fault, I was nice to Lindsey. We drove Jamie o Nathan and Haley's that night. We both pulled Haley aside, she had to know what was going on.

"What's going on with Lucas and Lindsey?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Are they still together?"

"What? Why would you ask that?" Brooke and I looked at each other, both worried.

"They got into it today…big time." Brooke said, she almost sounded excited and I'm not sure why. "They were fighting at my store today…when Lindsey left…" Brooke leaned in closer. "She wasn't wearing a ring!" She whispered. Haley looked shocked, and just leaned against the counter. I think everyone was expecting a moment like this to make me happy with a sense of hope, but I couldn't help but feel horrible. I can't imagine how both Luke and Lindsey both might be feeling; I know how that feels and I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy.

"I'll go see Luke in the morning. I don't want to show up in the middle of something. I'll call you both if I hear something." Nathan chased Jamie into the kitchen and grabbed him and threw him in the air.

"Alright, little man, it's time for you to get to bed!"

"Aw, come on!"

"I know, you have it so rough."

"I really do, you know!" He said to Brooke and me. He hugged us both and then ran upstairs, Nathan trailing behind him.

"We'll talk to you tomorrow, Hales."

"Bye, guys." We headed out the door and Brooke and I went to Tric. We sat down and ordered our usual; Brooke a cranberry vodka twist and me a Corona with lime. Brooke was talkative, as if what was going on hadn't fazed her. She flirted with Owen, the bartender, and pretended that she wasn't totally ticked off by her mother although we all knew she was. I just stared at the half empty bottle in my hands; which shows how upset I am, I was seeing the glass half empty. We heard glass shatter and looked to the other side of the bar. We were both surprised when we saw that Lucas was arguing with someone. It was obvious that he had gone too far and it wasn't going to end well. Brooke and I looked at each other, as if to ask what we should do next. I set my drink down and walked over to where Lucas was arguing with a much larger man.

"Luke…Luke, come on." I tried to pull him away but he ignored me.

"Look, he's had a really bad day, and obviously he is drunk so don't you think you can just let him leave and it won't happen again."

"Sorry lady, I give one person a fourth chance and I gotta give it to em' all." He sounded like he has a Boston accent.

"Yeah, but this never happens and there isn't too many people here." I said as I motioned to the rest of the club and realized that that was not true; there were people crowded around everywhere. both ends and knocked me to the floor. I pushed a few people on the way down and tried to stand up quickly but was pushed around before Chase pulled me up. Lucas was being pushed out the door by the very big man in the black shirt.

"Are you ok?" He asked as he led me back to the bar where Brooke was trying to make her way through the crowd.

"Are you ok? What happened."

"I'm fine, I just fell."

"Uh, huh." Brooke said suspiciously. Chase sat me down in a bar stool and went behind the counter and walked over to us.

"What's going on?"

"With…"

"Lucas. He just pushed you into a crowd, you could've been trampled and we all know that Lucas…" Brooke glared at him and he stopped talking.

"Lucas and Lindsey got in a fight, I don't know what happened but obviously it didn't end well." I said ignoring the two who seemed to be tip-toeing around me. What a crappy night. I grabbed Chase's pen out of the pocket of his shirt and started to doodle on. Brooke looked out of the corner of her eye suspiciously at what she called art and I called doodles. Chase stopped and starred at the napkin.

"You're better than I remember." He said.

"Excuse me?" He stared at me for a few seconds and then laughed.

"At drawing, you're really good. Have you ever thought of doing something with it?"

"Like hanging it all over my depressing room? Yeah!" I said sarcastically. Just kidding though, I love my room and it's not depressing.

"No I mean like a…like…like a art show. You could make a lot of money doing that!"

"Nuh uh."

"Yeah, he's right! You should totally do that! And there is a space right next to the store that you could use!"

"Ok 1st, how would I afford a place like that for something that has a good chance of failing? And 2nd, you're crazy."

"Seriously, Peyton, you should do it! I am sure that you can afford rent since you aren't paying for rent to live at y house and you don't have much to pay for RedBedroom!" I must be going crazy because they were talking me into it. This is horrible.

"I don't know Brooke."

"I think you should go for it. I could bartender and I'm sure Tric could help out somehow with funding or something."

"He's so right!"

"Except for Luke takes care of Tric."

"So call Karen! Stop making excuses, and just do it!" I was hesitant and they were both looking at me, waiting for an answer.

"Ok…I'll try it!" They both jumped up and down and made people stare.

"Thanks Chase, but we gotta go start planning! Come on, Peyton!" Brooke grabbed my hand and pulled me away before I could say anything to Chase. Brooke seemed way too excited as she pulled us both down the stairs to where her Range Rover was parked. The parking lot was dark and deserted so as we got to the bottom of the creaky, metal stairs we rain to the car, almost falling in the process.

I apologize. This chapter is really short and not very exciting but I have had EXTREME writers block and school has been ridiculously busy! Please review, I think it helps! And Check out my other stories under my profile. I have several one shots under OTH and also am into Hart of Dixie which I think ya'll would enjoy.

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