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Chapter 14:

Around noon, Lindsey woke up feeling incredibly sick to her stomach.

"How pregnant women get any sleep is beyond me," she complained to herself, fighting back the nausea that felt like it was forcing her food into her throat.

She reached over into her bag to find some Tums to chew. As she did this, she came across her cell phone and pulled it out.

"Let's see who loves Lindsey today," she said aloud, after she had read the screen which displayed the flashing words, 'five missed calls.'

She smiled to herself hoping one of those number would be from Lucas, but no such luck.

She groaned as she read who had actually been calling. "What do I have to do? Change my number?" She yelled, exasperated as she chunked her phone across the room.

It hit the corner of the television stand and the battery popped off.

"Just as well," she thought as she rolled off the bed and headed to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

She had a lot to do today. The first thing on her list was to locate Lucas. She could hang out around his house again, or try Nathan and Haley's. If only she had paid more attention to things when she and Luke were together. She had no idea where Brooke's house was.

Of course she hoped he wasn't with her, but what other explanation could there be since he didn't come home the night before. Lucas was not the type who went out all night partying. No, he was far too responsible for that.

Maybe she should try Haley's again, or just ambush her. What's the worst that could happen? Haley slams the door in her face or she tells Lucas she is in town.

But Haley wouldn't do either of those things to her. I mean, they were almost family. She couldn't help but wonder why Haley hadn't told Lucas she was coming back though. She ultimately shrugged it off and decided there would be no harm in stopping by Haley's house. And that's just what she planned to do once she cleaned up.

When Peyton finally woke up, it was only because the sun was shining so brightly that she couldn't hide from it any longer. She looked around her room and groaned. She so did not want to get up. But such is life so she climbed out of bed and walked to her closet.

She threw on a pair of torn jeans, and then she looked around for a shirt. Her eyes fell on a Death Cab for Cutie concert tee that was lying on her dresser, so she pulled it on. To complete her look she pulled half of her disheveled hair on top of her head without even looking in the mirror and left the room.

She walked toward the kitchen, not ready for food but for a drink. She could already tell it was going to be a long day. Just yet another one she had to suffer through—alone. She didn't see anyone around. "Brooke probably went to the store for the day without even saying goodbye," she thought. "Some kinda friend she is, I hand deliver Lucas on a silver platter to her and this is how she repays me—not even checking in on me. I guess one night of friendship is all I am worth to her." She grumbled to herself.

With depressing thoughts filling her head, she headed straight to Brooke's wet bar in the corner of the dining room area. She looked through the liquor cabinet, "Mmmm, vodka," Peyton thought to herself as a crooked smile played across her lips.

Just as the grabbed her desired bottle, she heard a noise coming from the living room. It startled her; she had assumed she was alone. So naturally, she went to investigate.

She stopped when she was close enough to see over the back of the couch. There, was her best friend and ex-almost-fiancé cuddle together looking like a vision of bliss. They were so close it was almost as if they were one body. And they both had the most perfect matching smiles on their faces that Peyton couldn't stand it.

Something inside of her snapped, and it was as if she no longer had control of her actions. She opened the vodka bottle in her hand and without even taking a drink, proceeded to pour its contents on the sleeping pair.

Brooke and Lucas immediately bolted up, and in their scramble to move and figure out what had just happened, Lucas fell off the couch.

He rose to his feet and screamed, "Peyton, what the hell?"

Brooke just looked at her friend with and extremely puzzled expression. Peyton's actions had thrown her; for once she was actually speechless. She wasn't even sure if what she was seeing was actually happening or part of a crazy dream.

Peyton stood staring, not really looking at anything in particular. She twisted the now empty bottle back and forth in her hand, seeming to be in another world.

Brooke who was starting to get creeped out by the distant look in Peyton's eye and the satisfied look that was forming on her friend's face grabbed Peyton's arm and asked, "Peyton, what happened? Are you alright?"

Lucas on the other hand wasn't as placid, and definitely not as worried about Peyton's feelings. He was still staring at her with contempt. He knew she knew what she was doing and it was taking all his strength not to call her on it.

Peyton, still staring off into the distance mumbled, "Oops." And then headed back to the bar where she got another bottle of vodka and a glass tumbler out.

Brooke looked from her best friend to her boyfriend. Peyton seemed to totally be ignoring her and Lucas, all her focus was on the drink she was pouring. Lucas looked like he was ready to deck Peyton; I mean totally lay her out. "Why don't you go take a shower?" She suggested to him. "Let me try and talk to her."

"Fine," Lucas grumbled through his teeth, still fuming. "Being sad is one thing, being crazy is another."

"She's not crazy, Luke. She's just hurting," Brooke reassured as she went over to hug him.

As the two embraced, Brooke could feel eyes on the side of her face. She turned and caught Peyton staring in their direction. As soon as Peyton noticed Brooke looking back at her though, she quickly averted her eyes.

They broke apart and Lucas went upstairs while Brooke made her way over to Peyton.

Once she reached her friend's side, she asked in a sarcastic tone, "Isn't it a little early to be drinking?" It wasn't so much a question as a statement though. As she said this she slid the bottle away from Peyton and replaced the lid.

Peyton stared at Brooke with rage filled eyes. "Isn't it a little early to be having sex with Lucas in front of me?" She shot back.

Brooke's jaw hit the floor. Did she actually just say this to her? Who was this person standing in front of her and where was Peyton? "Excuse me?" was all she could force out.

"You heard me," the Peyton look-alike said. "Now give me back my bottle," she warned as she held her hand out to Brooke.

"No way Peyton. I don't know what's going on with you, but until you spill, MY liquor cabinet is off limits," Brooke told her friend as she back in its proper place in the cabinet and locked the cabinet door behind her.

"You're such a two-faced bitch, Brooke!" Peyton yelled at her. "You say you want to help me and be there for me, then the second you think I am distracted you run and play house with Lucas." She was frantically waving her arms as she paced around the dining room, berating her supposed friend.

Brooke couldn't remain cool any longer, she had tried it and obviously that approach wasn't going to work with Peyton. Not this time. "Peyton, you have no idea what you're talking about," She shot back. She still wasn't in full fledged Brooke-Davis-smack-down mode, but she could tell she was about to lose it. No one calls Brooke Davis a bad friend. "I stayed with you all night. All Night! I rubbed your back and let you cry on my shoulder. That was all me! Did you see Lucas anywhere around? I'll answer that for you, NO, you didn't. I was trying to help my 'friend'. My Best friend.

"Well you have a great way of showing it. Flaunting your perfect relationship in my face!" Peyton screamed as she picked up the empty vodka bottle and broke it on the corner of the bar. "Which isn't even so perfect, you know I could have Lucas in a second…don't kid yourself Brooke," she added, taunting her friend, her voice also maniacal.

Brooke was starting to get scared. The person she was fighting with was definitely not Peyton Sawyer. Peyton would not act the way this person was, and she definitely wouldn't have said those things about Lucas. Sure, in the past she might have done things that would warrant her saying this, but she never did. About things like that she was more silent. She started to back away into the living room. As she did, she asked her friend "Did something happen with you and Jake?"

Peyton's eyes narrowed into slits and she started to move towards Brooke. "Why do you think something happened? You think no one else can be happy besides you? You think Jake is too good for me, don't you?" She questioned, accusation starting to fill her voice.

"No, no," Brooke quickly corrected. "I just want to know where this is coming from. This is not you…this anger."

"It's from you, from you, Brooke. I am angry because of you," Peyton told her with a distant look in her eyes. The look was so overpowering the person before Brooke no longer resembled her best friend at all; her features were now somehow twisted and distorted. "You did this. You took Lucas and you hypnotized him with your sexual prowess and irresistible charm. You drove Jake to Savannah and away from me. You, you, you. You made me stay in this god-forsaken town. You made me go to L.A.—you!" Peyton screamed and she raised the broken bottle half at her friend.

All Brooke could do was fall to the floor and out of the way. She couldn't lie, she was scared. This wasn't Peyton, she had become something ugly. Her best friend was broken and there was nothing she could do, because she was blaming her—it was her fault, or so she thought.

Both girls were so involved in their confrontation that they hadn't heard the repeated knocks at the door. They hadn't seen the door open and they hadn't seen him enter the room. But he saw them. He saw Peyton with her, 'weapon' in hand. And he saw Brooke crumpled on the floor in fear.

He couldn't think. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. He screamed, "Peyton, what the hell?" And as he spoke both girls turned to look at him. And surprisingly both met his gaze with a look of relief.

In the instant she saw him her entire expression changed. Her eyes were no longer glazed over and she actually looked like Peyton. "Jake," she mumbled as she dropped the rest of the bottle to the ground. The only sound that was heard in that room after that was the sound of it all shattering.

Nathan and Haley were sitting in their living room enjoying a baseball game on television, well actually Nathan was enjoying it and Haley was busy doing lesson plans for the new school year, when the doorbell rang.

"I wonder who that could be," Haley asked, knowing good and well it could be any one of their many friends. Over the years Nathan's and her home had become sort of a gathering place for all their friends in Tree Hill and they pretty much had an open door policy.

"I don't know. I wasn't expecting anyone over today," Nathan answered as he continued to stare at the screen. "Awww, c'mon Ump! That should have been a strike!! Unreal!" He berated the official through the screen.

"I guess I'll get it then," Haley sighed setting her laptop aside. She unwillingly scooted off the couch and headed to the door.

Before she reached it, the impatient person on the other side knocked again.

"I'm coming," Haley called towards the door as she reached it and pulled it open.

"Hello Haley," the person on the other side calmly said.

"Lindsey," Haley sternly spoke before slamming the door.

Here it is!! I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! It definitely had some drama...well I think so, let me kno what you guys thought! I wanted to thanks everyone for reading my story and especially those who leave reviews!! That means so much to the author!! Thanks to everyone who reviewed last chapter: Princesakarlita411, Brucasfan23, tanya2byour21, and brucas224!! You guys rock!!

Audra