"Brooke Penelope Davis." Peyton drew out, pointing an accusing finger at her best friend.
Brooke held her hands up in surrender, raising an eye brow in confusion. What had she done this time?
"You like Julian!"
Lucas nodded in agreement. Even a blind person would have been able to detect the undeniable connection between the beauty, and the bookworm.
Brooke glanced around, grateful that Julian had excused himself to go to the bathroom. Her friends weren't subtle, he wasn't safe from their accusations.
"Can you say it a little louder, Blondie?" She retorted. "I don't think they can hear you, in China!"
They shared a look. It was something new, Brooke actually liked a semi-decent guy. They had no idea how to react.
"I might have feelings for him..."
"Then tell him!" Peyton sighed dramatically, poking her waist. "Seriously, B! Just dump Felix, kick him to the curb!"
Lucas's eyes narrowed at the mention of his name. The last he'd heard, Brooke had dumped Felix in a not-so-nice way, and he couldn't have been more proud of her.
"Brooke..."
Brooke shot her best friend a mock-angry look. "Thanks a lot, P. Sawyer."
"Sorry..." She mumbled, her cheeks burning. "I just... Brooke, Felix is no good for you. I really like Julian, I think you two would be great together... Luke! Help me out here."
He reached out to squeeze her shoulder. "Peyton's right, Brooke. Julian is a good guy, I know he'd treat you right."
Because if he didn't, he'd have Nathan and Lucas to answer to.
"I can't think about that right now." Brooke muttered, shaking her head. "I just need to deal with the right here, right now."
I know it's scary, but just tell me if you can show me your heart. Because if you do, I'll guard it with my life... Just say okay.
Felix was her boyfriend, that had to mean something, right? She shouldn't have felt anything towards Julian.
But she did, she couldn't deny it anymore.
"Hey, guys." Julian greeted, dropping down into the chair beside her. "So. What did I miss?"
"Nothing!" Brooke blurted out, shooting her friends a warning look. She would kill them if one dared to utter a word.
"We were just talking about where to go next." Peyton offered, rolling her eyes. "Any ideas?"
The brunet stood up, sliding her purse over her shoulder. "Let's go to my house. We can just be lazy, and watch movies."
Lucas nodded, pushing away from the table before holding his hand out to Peyton. Once she was steady on her feet, he pulled his keys out of his pocket, drawing her closer to him with an arm around her waist.
Brooke and Julian showed a knowing look.
The blonde basketball player rolled his eyes, leading the way towards his car. He was always throwing his arm around her waist, or her shoulders, because he didn't want any other boy to hit on her.
She was his, whether he was ready to admit that, or not.
Lucas cursed under his breath as the shrieking sound of sirens filled the air. A dozen cop cars raced by, making him even more impatient. He drummed his fingers against the steering wheel.
"Aww, poor little Lukey!" Peyton teased, poking his cheek.
"Don't call me that, Peyton."
"Lukey!"
"Peyton." He muttered, shaking his head. "I'm warning you."
She grinned. "Lukey!"
"That's it." Lucas eyed her warily, grabbing her around the waist to pull her onto his lap. It was almost too cramped in the front seat of his small car, but he wasn't about to let her go anytime soon.
"Umm... Guys?"
Peyton blushed when she realized that Brooke and Julian were still sitting in the backseat, their eyes full of amusement.
That was the thing about being around Lucas, the rest of the world just didn't exist.