Thanks to all that reviewed. This chapter was going to be longer, but instead I made it a short mother- daughter moment thing. Next chapter will be probably my longest and it will be up on Thursday or Friday. Hope you enjoy.
Brooke'sPov
"Okay, hold on, let me get this straight. Peyton leaves, you and Lucas hook up, but you think no one knows when really Haley knew all along, Peyton comes back and wants Lucas, but of course you had him, everyone finds out, Peyton goes crazy ending up in a hospital. Then afterwards, she wants you to be happy with Lucas when you were at first before she came and now there may be a possibility that you're pregnant?" Sam summed up from what I told her. We were at Tric and Sam being nineteen couldn't legally drink at the bars so we both order some fruit thing in which Owen sweetly added a little vodka to spice mine up.
I nodded my head sadly. "Yeah. Oh, could you not talk to anyone about the pregnancy? Lucas doesn't know yet." I pleaded.
"Well, you can't keep it from him and I can't hold it in forever. So could you please hurry and tell him because I just might slip up."
"I know, now lets forget about all this Tree Hill drama now tell me why you've decided to come pay us a visit." I asked searching for anything that'll get my mind off of the stuff I'm in.
"Uh…it's spring break for us and Tree Hill is where my family is." She replied taking a long sip from her drink.
I put my heart over my chest in a lovingly way. "Oh my God, I know the perfect way to celebrate you coming back." I finished my drink off then grabbed my purse.
"Come on, please, no. Let's just go rest by watching some television or something. Plus I know you just want to shop away your problems." She protested stubbornly. Just because it was true didn't mean I was going to admit to it.
"Sam, I just wanna take my only daughter shopping to spend some quality time with you." I retorted.
"You sure I'm your only daughter yet?" she jokes laughing lightly.
Ignoring her I reached for her hand and dragged her out of the club and headed to my car. I turn the radio on and 'Gives You Hell' by the All-American Rejects starts to play.
I start the car and glance over at Sam. She looks sort of nervous.
"What's wrong?" I asked curious as to what made her nervous.
She looks down at her hands which are fiddling with the bottom of her shirt.
"Sam?" I asked when she doesn't answer.
"I didn't come alone. Caden is here with me." she answers quietly then bits her lips.
Luckily we were at a stop sign that I didn't have to slam on the brakes and probably cause a wreck.
My face scrunches up in disgust. "What? Caden? Why him, I thought you guys broke up?" I can't stand Caden. He's a jerk slash flirt, but of course around Sam he's the perfect person.
"We did, but then he was practically begging me give us another chance. We're not together, but close friends. We're trying to get bac-"I cut her off.
"Where is he now?" I asked hoping she says hotel.
"He's uh," she stutters while playing with a piece of her hair. "He's at your house." A car was beeping its horn behind me, so I drove forward. Sam said the last part in a whisper, but I heard her.
"My house. Why?" I asked. Caden just screwed up my week even more.
"Well he said that he was tired and wanted to rest so I let him stay in my room while I went looking for you." She explained.
I sighed heavily. It was quiet for a while.
"You know, personally, I think that Jack and you made a better couple." I say though I know where it's headed.
"Jack and I are over. Even by something magical he did show up, I'd have Caden. Plus, he waited too long." She stared out the window and I pat her arm softly. She turns and smiles at me.
"Well here we are. Which store should we go to first?" I ask excitedly.
"Oh, how about 'Baby Life'? Looks like you're going to need to shop there soon. Plus we do have to get you registered." She smirks at me and I glare at her.
"Sam, I thought we talked about this?" I hiss at her.
"Wow, so there going to be a bitch number two?" a voice said from behind us.
I turn around knowing the only person to joke with me like that. Rachel.
"Rachel." I say shocked. Why does it seem like this week gets worse and worse.
"Well, Bitch? Who's the father?" she demands jokingly with a slight smirk on her face.
I try to swallow the lump that formed in my throat, but it won't go away.
"Who is she?" Sam asked me right before black spot clouded my vision then enveloped me and all was dark and peaceful.
"Deep in my heart I'm concealing things that I'm longing to say. Scared to confess what I'm feeling- frightened you'll slip away." ~from the movie Evita
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