A/N - Please don't hate me. I know my updates are taking forever! School just started last week and I've already been swamped with work. I'm sorry, please forgive me. And now's here the long awaited chapter 7.
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A Bad Dream
Chapter 7 -
Maybe it was under the bed? Nope.
Under his desk? No.
Where the hell was his shirt? It had been thrown somewhere around the room during his and Peyton's heated moment.
"Hey." Peyton said groggily as she woke up.
"Hi."
Lucas didn't know what the hell had just happened.
First, Brooke was leaving.
Then, he and Peyton slept together after he found out he wasn't about to become a father.
And finally, to top that all off, Brooke comes to find him and gets a little surprise.
"What's wrong?" Peyton asked as she rubbed her sleepy eyes.
"Oh, nothing, nothing at all." Lucas doesn't mean for it to happen, but the words come out cold. "Maybe except that Brooke came here earlier."
"What? Brooke? Brooke was here?"
"That is what I said." Lucas replied as he finally found his shirt.
"Oh, god."
"Look, Peyton..." His eyes glanced towards the door. "Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe you should go."
Peyton held the bed sheet closer to her bare body trying her best not to cry.
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Brooke woke up to the shrilling sound of her cell phone ringing. She heard the sound of a radio on, too. She had a pounding headache and felt horrible. Sick, especially, after what she saw last night. She wasn't sure if she was angry or sad. Angry because he slept with Peyton, her former best friend. Or sad because she wished that they were still happy together. But, she had told him that it wasn't his kid, and that she had cheated on him. There was a part of her, though, that wished he was able to see through that lie, and just somehow be able to know that she was lying just because she was scared. That all she needed to know was that he'd be there for her, even if it wasn't his child. Of course though, it is.
It was then she realized she had fallen asleep in her car. Which now makes perfectly clear sense. She couldn't stay with Rachel anymore. She pissed her off the day prior, come to think of it, she doesn't really remember why.
By the time she reached her cell phone which had somehow found its way to the very bottom of her oversized Marc Jacobs bag, the person calling had already left a message. It was Haley. She pressed the phone to her ear as it dialed for her voice mail.
"Hey, it's Haley. Just calling to wish you a happy birthday. I haven't heard from you in a while, I hope you're okay. I'm worried about you, Brooke. So please call back when you get this. Oh, and Nathan says hi and he wishes you a happy birthday, too. Okay, so call me back. We love you."
Her birthday? Brooke checked her cell phone for the date. And there it was. October fourth, her birthday. How could she forget something like? She forgot her fucking birthday because of all the shit going on.
How could all this stuff happen to the same one person in only a few days? This was so unreal. It was like the stuff you watch on some stupid unreal soap-opera.
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"Brooke, oh my god. Happy birthday." Haley said as she swung the door opened and gave the brunette a hug. "How are you?"
"Not good."
"No? Come. Come in. Nathan's still sleeping but it's okay."
Brooke nodded and took a seat on the couch. Haley sat beside her as Brooke began to explain everything. Everything from her almost departure to her lying. And she cried, and Haley cried for her and gave her about a dozen hugs and reassured her everything would be okay in the end.
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"Hey, Luke." Haley said as she stood in his doorway.
"Hales, how are you? I haven't seen you in forever."
"I'm good. I heard. About everything."
"Yeah." Lucas put down the book he was reading. "So you heard the kid isn't mine I suppose?"
"What? What are you talking about, Luke?"
"You don't have to pretend like you don't know, Haley. Brooke told me everything."
"Obviously not, Lucas. She's pregnant with your kid." Haley sighed as she sat on the edge of his bed.
"What? But...- She...-."
"She obviously lied to you. She's scared, Lucas. She thinks she has nobody now. Especially after what she told me happened last night..."
"What happened last night was a mistake. With Peyton. I fully regret it."
"Yeah, well she doesn't know that, Luke!"
"Okay, well why are you yelling at me. She's the one that lied."
"Yeah, after you accused her of cheating on you!"
"I did not say that. All I asked was if it was my child."
"Oh, come on, Lucas. Whose else would it be?"
"I don't know, okay? God, I screwed up so badly."
"Look, I need to go get back to Nathan. I just wanted to see how you were doing."
Lucas nodded solemnly.
"Bye."
Once the door closed Lucas threw his book down on the floor.
He screwed up. Badly.
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Brooke brushed a stray piece of hair off her face. She sighed as she opened the door to Rachel's house.
"Brooke?"
"Hi."
"You're here."
"Yeah." Brooke shrugged. "It's sorta a long story."
"Well. I'm sorry about what happened the other day. It's good to have you here." The red-head gave her a small smile and hug. "Oh, this came in the mail yesterday. Sorry," The girl smugly smiled, "I opened it. But, Happy Birthday."
"Thanks." Brooke mumbled as she accepted the opened envelope out of the girl's hand.
Once she was upstairs she took the card out of the envelope and saw that it was hand drawn...from Peyton.
After reading the card she wanted nothing more to rip the paper up, wanting nothing to do with Peyton. But she couldn't bring herself to do just that as tears rimmed her eyes. Her former best friend was one of the only people that remembered her birthday. Rachel had only just found out, Lucas -not that she wanted to speak to him-, hadn't called, hell, even her parents hadn't called or even mailed a card. And, even she herself didn't remember!
She quickly shoved the card into her drawer and threw her bag over her shoulder, she needed to go somewhere.
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She pulled into the deserted mall's parking lot. She sighed and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked horrible. Tired, sad, weak, just horrible. She looked at the clock. Nine-thirty. Exactly a half hour before the mall would be closing.
As Brooke walked into the familiar store, she saw her. She knew she'd be there. She always was.
"Hey."
"Hi." Peyton responded back.
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A/N - Okay, so this was sorta a filler but I think I left a nice little cliffhanger, nothing too major though.
So if you wanna find out what will happen when the ex best friends talk, LEAVE A REVIEW. Also, I'm off from school tomorrow and Friday, and then obviously it's the weekend. So I have four days to write, and I really think I know what I wanna do next! And this time, I'm not lying when I say that, lol!
Also, in the next chapter, something REALLY serious will happen. So that's something to look forward to, too! The more reviews, the faster! (And yes, I mean it this time!)
----Thanks, Melissa :)