A/N - Again I'm sorry, since it's been so long since I've written a chapter, and I'm thankful that people still want to read more when it comes to this story. And it'd be great if you'd drop a review and let me know how you feel about it. Thank you so much for liking this story so much and wanting for me to update.
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Chapter 28 - Fights, Wrong Names, Brookie Cookie
"What was that about?" Haley asked Peyton as she sat down.
"What was what about?" Peyton asked, ignoring Haley's question, hoping that she would get the hint and stop asking her questions.
"Don't try to act as if you don't know what I'm talking about," Haley said, accusingly.
"I really don't know what you're trying to say Hales," Peyton said, trying to act innocent.
"Uggghhhh," Haley exclaimed in frustration. "Nathan tell her to stop acting like an idiot because she isn't listening to me," she said to Nathan as put her head in her hand out of sheer annoyance.
"Stop acting like an idiot," Nathan told Peyton.
"Nathannnn," Peyton whined.
"What, you know it's the truth. You expect us to believe that you really don't know what's going on?" Nathan asked, with his eyebrows raised.
"Obviously, I do. Because there is nothing going on," Peyton said.
"Rigggghhhtt," Nathan said sarcastically. "So you mean you just happened to get all pissed off because Lucas kissed another girl while you were there," he said, folding his arms across his chest, "and you just happened to walk over to some stranger and kissed while you," he said, pointing towards Peyton, "knew Lucas was watching. You mean to say that none of those things are worth talking about?" he asked Peyton with raise of his brow.
"First of all Lucas has nothing to do with it," Peyton said, defensively.
"Ohh pleaseee," Haley said, from her place next to Nathan.
Peyton shot her a glare before continuing, "And even if it had something to do with Lucas, it is none of your business," she finished with an agitated tone.
"That's where you're wrong Peyton," Nathan said.
"No, I am not," Peyton said, stubbornly. "And anyway this is my life, and I don't give you the right to butt into it," she said as she got up from the table in a huff and started walking away from the table.
"You're right," Nathan said, as he stood up. "It is your life."
Peyton turned around to face him.
"But you're Haley's sister and I am a part of Haley's life, and if you do anything that'll hurt her, then I sure as hell have the right to butt in," Nathan said, in a calm tone, even though he was getting angrier by the second.
Haley didn't know what to say. She didn't know how this conversation had deviated from trying to know what Peyton was doing, to how it would affect her life. Nathan was right in his own way, if Peyton did do anything that was wrong or rash then it did have an affect on her life, but that didn't mean Nathan should've said that to her, but the way he talked to her, it really showed that he cared. She felt so much love for Nathan at this moment, that she couldn't even describe it. It was the first time, in her life, that there was someone who cared about her so much, well obviously except Peyton and Brooke.
Haley put her hand over Nathan's knowing that it would calm him down.
"Sit down, Peyton," Nathan said, motioning towards the chair in front of him, "we're your friends and we only want what's best for you. Sit down,' he said, in a calmer voice, before seating himself down.
"I know you both care about me. But that doesn't mean I have to tell you everything," Peyton said, as she turned around and walked away from them.
"Peyton, Peyton," Haley called after her, but her calls went unanswered.
Haley started getting up from her seat to go after Peyton, but Nathan grabbed her arm before she could leave.
"Let her be. She needs her space," Nathan said calmly.
"But Nathan ... " Haley started.
"Let her be, Hales. If you try to talk to her she'll just get more agitated. Give her some time to cool off," Nathan said.
"How do you do it?" Haley asked Nathan.
"Do what?" Nathan asked surprised.
"Act all calm," Haley said.
"Well, when you live with someone like Lucas, you tend to get a handle on things," Nathan said while laughing.
"Really?" Haley asked.
"Definitely. Peyton's nothing compared to Lucas. He gets so pissed off sometimes that it's actually scary. I usually give him some time to cool off before going to talk to him," Nathan said.
"Does it work?" Haley asked.
"Everytime," Nathan said.
"Well, I sure hope you're right," Haley said.
"I hope I'm right too," Nathan thought.
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"So did you find any ho for yourself while you were away?" Brooke asked Jake, as they walked down the stairs.
"Well let's see," Jake said, while tapping his chin in thought.
"Hmm ..." Brooke said, as she looked at him quizzically.
"Well, there was Molly, Bridget, Samantha, Rose ..." Jake said, while counting them off on his fingers.
"What?" Brooke exclaimed, with a stunned expression on her face.
"Yah, what do you expect. It's been a year, you know," Jake said, with an amused expression.
"Well, I'll be damned," Brooke mumbled, and removed his arms from around her waist, as she moved away from him.
"Hey hey hey, where do you think you're going?" Jake asked, as he tried to catch a hold of Brooke's arm.
"As far away from you as I can," Brooke mumbled heatedly, as she started walking away from Jake.
Jake walked faster towards her and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Let me go, Jake," Brooke said, although not moving away from his hold.
"You really think I'd hook up with anyone when you're in my life?" Jake asked Brooke, as he turned her around to face her.
"Gee, well let's see. There was Molly, Bridget, Samantha, Rose ... " Brooke started, while counting them on her fingers like Jake had done.
Jake smiled as she was talking, and moved himself towards her, capturing her lips with his, momentarily silencing her.
As he let her go, Brooke looked at him quizzically.
"Brooke, I need you to remember one thing," Jake said.
"And what's that?" Brooke asked, in her raspy voice.
"As long as you're a part of my life, I don't need anyone else. It doesn't matter if you're with me, as long as you're there in my heart, no one else matters," Jake said sincerely, in a soft tone.
"You really mean that?" Brooke asked.
"Of course I do," Jake said, while smiling.
"Good," Brooke said, as she smiled widely.
"Now let's go," Brooke said, as she placed her arm around Jake's.
"Where?" Jake asked.
"To see where Peyton went in such a hurry," Brooke said, as she pointed towards the doorway.
Jake turned to look at where Brooke was pointing, and saw Peyton walking out of the club quickly.
"C'mon," Brooke said, lightly tugging on Jake's shirt sleeve.
"Brooke," Jake said, as he stopped her from moving forward.
"What?" Brooke asked, turning to face him. "We should hurry before we lose sight of her."
"I think I should stay back. Why don't you go and talk to her?" he suggested. "I'll just see you at home."
"Are you sure?" Brooke asked, with a quirked brow.
"Yah," Jake said, after taking a breath.
"Okay. I'll see you in a bit," Brooke said.
"K," Jake said, as he lightly kissed Brooke on the forehead, before she left.
--
Peyton quickly made her way out of the club, without glancing backwards.
"Thank God," Peyton said in a whisper as she ducked into an alley and took a deep breathe, as she leaned against a wall.
"Talking to yourself," said an all too familiar voice.
Peyton turned around to see Brooke standing behind her.
"Kinda," Peyton said, flashing her a small smile.
"Wanna talk about it?" Brooke asked, as she moved to stand next to Peyton.
"There's nothing much to talk about," Peyton said, as she looked downwards and kicked a couple of stones lying near her feet.
"You sure about that?" Brooke asked, as she leaned against the wall.
Peyton shrugged her shoulders.
"C'mon, are you going to make me beg for you to tell me what's wrong?" Brooke asked, while pouting.
Peyton chuckled slightly.
"The start of a smile, that's a good sign," Brooke said, causing Peyton to laugh a little more openly.
"C'mon, you know you can talk to me," Brooke said, as she placed her arm around Peyton's shoulder.
"I know I can Brooke. I just don't know what to say," Peyton said, as she placed her head against Brooke's shoulder.
"Why don't you start by telling me what you and Lucas were doing upstairs?" Brooke asked.
Peyton quickly moved her head away from Brooke's shoulder and asked "How do you know that I was with him?"
"Well I was in the room next to you," Brooke said, with a small smile.
"Ohhhh really. With whom may I ask?" Peyton asked, with a cheeky smile.
"Don't try to change the subject," Brooke said, while smiling.
Peyton held up her hands in defense and said "Well I just wanted to know what you were doing, that's all."
"I'll tell you what I was doing, but that's not the story at hand here, the more important thing right now is what you were doing with Lucas," Brooke said, pointedly.
Peyton sighed,
"Well?" Brooke asked, with a quirked eyebrow.
"I went upstairs to use the restroom, and the next thing I know he drags me into a room, and doesn't let me leave," Peyton said.
"But when I saw you come out of the room, you seemed sort of out of it. What did he say?" Brooke asked, softly.
"He didn't say much," Peyton said.
"Well this is interesting," Brooke said, as she folded her arms across her chest. "You were in there for about ten minutes and you weren't talking," she said. "What were you doing, making out?" she asked, with a chuckle.
Peyton shut her eyes and leaned her head against the wall.
"Oh My God," Brooke exclaimed. "Don't tell me, you were really willingly making out with Lucas Scott."
"It's not like I have much of a choice in the matter," Peyton mumbled.
"What did you just say? That you don't have much of a choice. There's always a choice Peyton, you can not make out with someone if you don't want to, but then again it's possible that you do want to, right?" Brooke asked.
Peyton sighed once again.
"Peyt, I don't understand what the big deal is. I mean it's okay if you like the guy, why don't you just admit it?" Brooke asked, softly.
"No. It's not okay," Peyton said.
"But why not?" Brooke asked.
"Because he's Lucas Scott and I'm Peyton Sawyer," Peyton said.
"And your point would be what exactly?" Brooke asked.
"He isn't someone who'd want to be with me," Peyton said. "Besides if you were there a couple of minutes ago inside you would've seen him leave with another girl."
"Did you ever think that he did that because he saw some other guy give you his phone number?" Brooke asked, pointedly.
"And how would he know that?" Peyton retorted.
"Because I was there when you walked out of the room, and went down," Brooke explained. "And Lucas was standing on the railing looking at you, and if I saw you taking that number from that random guy, I'm sure he did too."
"Why does that even matter?" Peyton exclaimed, raising her arms in the air in frustration.
"Don't you think there is even the slightest possibility that he likes you?" Brooke asked.
Peyton scoffed.
"I'm serious," Brooke said.
"Like hell you are," Peyton said.
"I am. Peyton I know the kind of reputation that guy has, but a person can change," Brooke said.
"Yah well Lucas can't," Peyton mumbled.
"How do you know that?" Brooke asked.
"I just do," Peyton said, adamantly.
"Okay. Let's forget that. Why do you keep letting him kiss you? Do you like him?" Brooke asked.
"That doesn't matter. Even if I liked the guy and I'm not saying that I do," Peyton said, so that Brooke wouldn't assume anything, "but even if I did that still doesn't mean he likes me."
"What if you're wrong?" Brooke asked.
"What if I'm right?" Peyton responded.
"Uggghhhh ..." Brooke exclaimed.
Peyton chuckled.
"It's impossible to argue with you, you know that?" Brooke exclaimed.
"Yah, I know." Peyton said.
"But seriously, just think about it maybe the guy really does like you," Brooke said, as she intertwined her arm with Peyton's
"Well I'll take that under consideration," Peyton said.
"Good," Brooke smiled.
"The day I see pigs flying in the air," Peyton finished.
"You're a bad girl," Brooke said, as she smacked Peyton on the arm.
"I know. I know," Peyton said, as she linked her arm with Brooke's, as they started walking.
"Now what?" Brooke asked.
"Let's head back inside," Peyton said.
"You good?" Brooke asked.
"As good as I'll ever be," Peyton said, as they headed back inside the club.
--
Lucas roughly pushed Claire against the door, as he continued to kiss her.
Claire moved her arms around Lucas's neck, causing Lucas to deepen the kiss.
Lucas moved his lips towards Claire's neck, and started sucking on her pulse point.
"Ummmm ... " Claire moaned, as Lucas continued to assault her neck.
Lucas moved his hands lower down Claire's body and grabbed the ends of her shirt, and pulled it off, and then continued to kiss Claire's neck.
Claire moved her hands around Lucas's back and quickly pulled off his shirt, and then moved her hands across his back.
Lucas moved his hands behind Claire's back and quickly unhooked her bra, as he started moving her towards the bed.
Claire quickly discarded her bra, and started moving forward until Lucas's legs touched the bed, and both of them collapsed on the bed.
Lucas continued kissing Claire, but Claire wanted to be a little in control now, so she held on to Lucas's head and moved her head side to side, motioning for Lucas to stop.
Lucas took a deep breath, as Claire started to kiss his neck, and then started sucking on his pulse point, as one of her hands started moving towards his jeans button.
"God Peyton ..." Lucas said, as Claire's hand was about to unfasten his button.
Claire's hand stopped midway, as she stared at Lucas, as Lucas's eyes suddenly opened.
"Peyton ... Who the fuck is Peyton?" Claire asked.
"Peyton ... Who Peyton?" Lucas said.
"Oh this is fucking great," Claire said, as she moved off Lucas.
"Hey, where do you think you're going?" Lucas asked, as he sat up straight.
"What the fuck do you expect me to do, stay in bed with you while you take some other girl's name?" Claire all but shouted, as she got up from the bed, and started grabbing her discarded clothes.
"Hey, wait," Lucas said, quickly as he got up from the bed. "This is not a big deal. It's not as if we're dating. We're just here to have a good time," he explained, "you know that," he said, pointing towards her, "and so do I. So just drop the act and come back to bed," he suggested.
"You have some nerve," Claire said, in an angry tone. "You bring me to your house, into your room," she said, pointing towards Lucas angrily, "and then you take some other girl's name when we're in bed and now you're giving me crap about how we aren't dating. I know very well that we're not dating, but that doesn't mean that all I wanted was sex," she said.
"Then what did you want for me to fall in love with you or something?" Lucas asked, while chuckling slightly.
"Fuck you, asshole," Claire yelled.
"Ohh noo honey," Lucas said, shaking his head menacingly. "You were the one who was begging to me to fuck you," he said, pointing towards her, "did you forget that?" he asked, with a mirthless laugh.
"Go To Hell," Claire said, as she put on her clothes and walked out of the room.
Lucas watched her walk out of the room.
"DAMMMITTT," Lucas yelled, as he picked up a glass from the dresser in front of him, and hurled it across the room, causing it to crash and shatter everywhere.
--
"Looks like someone is feeling a little better," Haley said, as Peyton and Brooke walked towards their table and sat down.
"Well it takes an expert to fix up ," Brooke said, with a smile, "and we all know that I'm the only expert when it comes to her," she said, as she nudged Peyton playfully.
"That you are," Peyton said, with a smile
Brooke smiled widely.
"You okay, now?" Nathan asked Peyton.
"I'm fine, Nate. Don't worry." Peyton said, while smiling slightly.
"You're not the only one I'm worried about," Nathan thought.
"Haley, I think I better head home now. It's getting kind of late," Nathan said, as he looked at Haley.
"What is he a girl?!" Jake whispered to Brooke.
"Jake, stop acting like an idiot," Brooke whispered back angrily.
"I'm just asking," Jake said, as he shrugged his shoulders, with an innocent smile on his face.
"Okay, Nathan. Can I just come with you; you can drop me off on your way," Haley said, as she got up to walk with Nathan.
"I'd love to. See yah guys," Nathan said, as he put his arms around Haley and started walking with her towards the exit.
"I'll see yah guys later," Haley said, as she started walking away with Nathan.
"Gee, I wonder who the guy is in their relationship," Jake quipped.
Brooke whacked Jake on his arm.
"Owww, what did you do that for?" Jake asked, as he rubbed on his arm.
"Cause you're acting like a dick," Peyton said.
"Yah," Brooke said.
"No, I'm not," Jake mumbled.
"Let's just get ourselves something to drink and end this discussion," Peyton suggested.
"Drinks?" Brooke asked Peyton, with a quirked eyebrow.
"You sure you okay Peyt?" Jake asked, as he gently rubbed Peyton's arm.
"Why does everyone keep asking me that?" Peyton asked, slightly irritated by their repeated questions. "I told you I'm fine," she said, as she got up from her seat and made her way towards the bar.
"That girl doesn't drink," Jake said, as Peyton walked away from the table.
"Yah, I know," Brooke said.
"Should I be worried?" Jake asked, as he looked at Brooke.
"I hope not," Brooke said, in a low voice.
--
Nathan parked his car in the driveway, and got out of the car and started walking towards the front door, when it opened and a girl walked out.
As she made her way towards Nathan, he squinted slightly just to see if he knew the girl or not.
"You're Claire, right?" Nathan asked, as she saw him.
"Yah," Claire said, while nodding her head at him. "And you're probably asshole's older brother," she said. "Nathan was it?" Claire asked, as she started getting in her car.
"Asshole's brother?" Nathan asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Long story, don't want to talk about it. I better get going now. See you," Claire said, as she moved her car out of the driveway.
"Yah I bet," Nathan mumbled to himself as he started making his way inside the house.
As Nathan entered the house, he heard a voice from upstairs. It seemed as if something was shattering. Nathan quickly moved towards the stairs and made his way upstairs.
He followed the sound of the crash, and walked into Lucas's room.
Lucas was seated on the bed with his head in his hands.
Nathan looked at the shards of glass that were on the floor and moved in to the room.
"What's wrong?" Nathan asked, causing Lucas to look up at him.
"Nothing that should concern you," Lucas said, as he got up from the bed and walked past Nathan and started walking out of the room.
"What's that suppose to mean? You're my brother and everything that happens with you is my concern," Nathan said, as he followed Lucas outside and downstairs.
Lucas walked towards the refrigerator and opened it and took out a bottle of beer, and then closing the door leaned against the aisle, and took a swig from the bottle.
"Well?" Nathan asked, as he crossed his arms and stood across from Lucas.
"I told you it's nothing that should concern you," Lucas said, as he took another swig.
"Well what the hell happened with that Claire chick?" Nathan asked.
"Look, I already told you man. It's none of your business, so just leave me alone. All right," Lucas said, as he took a couple of more sips and walked away from Nathan.
Nathan grabbed on to Lucas's arm.
"Let me go Nate. I'm not in the mood," Lucas said, as he roughly removed his arm from Nathan's grasp.
"What the hell is your problem?" Nathan asked in an agitated tone.
"My Problem?" Lucas asked, incredulously. "You got to be kidding me. What the hell is your problem?" he asked, pointing towards him. "Why don't you just mind your own god damn business," he yelled.
"I already told you, everything to do with you is my business," Nathan said, in a calmer voice.
"And I already told you to leave me alone. So do that Nate. LEAVE ME ALONE." Lucas said, rudely and walked away from the kitchen and upstairs.
"Well I'll be damned if I would," Nathan thought, as a loud bang resounded through out the house.
--
"Brookkkiieeee Cooookiiieeee," Peyton sang in a childish tone.
"Oh God," Brooke mumbled, as she held onto Peyton.
"Brookie Cookie?" Jake asked Brooke, in an amused tone, as he steadied Peyton.
"I haven't heard that in the longest of times," Brooke mumbled, as her and Jake started moving Peyton towards the house.
"Butttt weee shoulddd sayy itt more offfteeenn. Itss sooo shwweeet," Peyton said, in a slur.
"No we shouldn't," Brooke said.
"You're soooo pretty," Peyton said, as she looked at Jake and smiled slightly.
"Pretty?" Jake asked, with a raised eyebrow.
"Okay Peyton, you've had one too many tequila's and I will not have you hit on my boyfriend," Brooke said, as they walked through the door and closed the door behind them.
"But he's sooo pretty," Peyton mumbled, as they walked up the stairs.
"There you are," Haley said as she saw Brooke. "What took you guys so long?" she asked, worriedly. "I've been waiting for you guys for an hour."
"Hawwwlllyyyyy," Peyton yelled.
Haley's eyes widened.
"Haleyyy I love you soooo much," Peyton said, as she latched on to Haley to hug her.
"What the hell happened to her?" Haley, all but yelled as she tried to steady Peyton.
"Too much tequila does that to you," Brooke said, as her and Jake gently put Peyton on the bed.
"Tequila?" Haley asked in shocked voice.
"Ohhh yah," Jake said, as he tucked Peyton inside, so that she could sleep comfortably.
"So you're trying to tell me that my sister, who's never had more then two glasses of wine, drank tequila?" Haley questioned, as she latched on to Brooke's arm and moved her to the side.
"Owww owww oww. Haley not so roughly," Brooke whined.
"Sorry," Haley said, sheepishly. "I just can't seem to wrap my head around this," she said, as she let go off Brooke's arm.
"Well you better," Brooke said, as she looked at Haley. "Cause she didn't just drink tequila. She drank about two bottles."
"Two bottles?" Haley exclaimed loudly.
"SHHH ... You'll wake her," Jake said, as he joined them on the side.
"Oh I doubt anything can wake her up right now," Brooke said.
"Yah I know but still," Jake said.
"She'll have a killer headache in the morning." Haley said glumly.
"Yah I know," Brooke said.
"Why'd she drink soo much?" Haley asked Brooke.
"Well I don't know," Brooke said, as she pulled on her ear.
"Liar" Haley accused.
"I am not lying," Brooke said, defensively.
"You are too," Haley said. "When you lie you pull at your ear, and you just did that," she said, as she pointed towards Brooke's hand that was tugging on her ear.
Brooke looked at Jake, surprised.
"You do do that, Brooke," Jake said, with a chuckle.
"I DO NOT," Brooke exclaimed.
"Forget that. Just tell me why she drank soo much?" Haley asked, once again.
"I don't know," Brooke mumbled.
"Brooke, don't make me smack you, because you know I will," Haley said.
"Wohhh easy there," Jake said, as he thought that Haley would actually smack Brooke.
"Relax loverboy," Haley said, glancing at Jake. "I am not going to smack her, but tell her to tell me what's wrong," she said, as she looked from Jake to Brooke.
"Tell her already," Jake said, looking at Brooke.
"Well I don't know everything. All I know is that it's sort of because of ..." Brooke said, but stopped in the middle.
"Because offf ... "Haley said, gesturing her to continue.
"Lucas," Brooke finished.
"Why?" Haley asked.
"Well I don't really know. I guess you'll just have to ask her when she wakes up," Brooke said.
"Whenever that's going to be," Haley mumbled as she looked at Peyton's peacefully sleeping on her bed.
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A/N:- So that's the end of Chapter 28 ... I hope you guy's liked the chapter .. I know there wasn't any Lucas and Peyton together ... but it was pretty much about them the whole time ... Now like I said .. I've written myself into a tough situation ... and It'll take me a while to get through it ... Hopefully you guys will still be around to read the story ... And hopefully some of you still like this story ... and want to see it finish ... Now enough of my babbling ... If you liked the chapter then be sure to drop a review ... Love Natasha ...
