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A Bad Dream
Chapter 11 -
Lucas sighed as the bell rang. He had not been in school for more than two hours and already he was ready to declare this day as one of the worst.
"Hey, Luke." Haley said once the two got out of English class.
"Hey, Hales. Haven't spoken to you in awhile. How's everything?"
"Alright. How's Brooke?"
"She's okay, I guess. You know, we're trying to deal."
"Well I'm glad you too are finally friends again. Listen, I gotta get to the tutor center, but I'll call you later."
"Talk to you later." Lucas waved and walked off to his next class.
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"Brooke, hey." Lucas walked up to Brooke, spotting her during their lunch period.
"Hey."
"Where were you? I didn't see you last period."
"I was talking with the guidance counselor."
"Oh. What about?"
"I...umm, asked her about UNC."
"UNC?...You wanna go there?" He asked lightly, placing a hand on her shoulder.
"Well, it's not so much that I really want to go there. I mean, let's face it, FIT is just not going to happen. And well, I guess that was the only thing I was interested in, so why not UNC. Besides, we really need to work this out." She said whispering, in case anyone heard. Not that people would know what she was referring to, but still. She would be determined to keep the pregnancy a secret until it would be impossible to not notice.
He, however, knew what she was referring to. "We're going to be fine, Brooke."
She nodded, trying her best not to start crying. Being hormonal though, sadly didn't help her case.
"Don't cry." He said, wiping away a tear. "We're gonna figure this all out. I promise."
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"Hey, Luke. How was school today?" Karen warmly greeted her son.
"It was okay. Brooke is now thinking about applying to UNC."
"Lucas, if you're pressuring her into it, it's probably not the best thing."
"I'm not, I'm not."
Karen nodded as she continued to wash the dishes. She stopped what she was doing when she noticed Lucas had not moved from his previous position.
"What's wrong?" She asked, taking a seat at the kitchen table.
"I'm just worried about her, that's all. I mean, she goes home to an empty house, Rachel's out all the time. She's always lonely and she can never get any sleep. She's barely passing her classes. And I don't know, I just wish there was something I could do to help her."
"Well." Karen sighed. "I can't believe I'm actually suggesting this but maybe she should stay with us for a little bit. Just to help her out. Get her back on her feet."
"Are you feeling alright?" Lucas asked, chuckling a bit.
"You're right, Lucas. She needs you to be there for her all the time. Go give her a call."
Lucas nodded and got up from the table. After walking off, he turned around. "Thanks mom."
Maybe this was just what the two of them needed, to be there for each other whenever the other needed.
Lucas sighed as he sat down on his bed. His laptop lay on the corner table, where it lay collecting dust. Ever since Brooke's pregnancy became known, he hadn't had the time to actually sit down and write the novel he'd dreamed of doing. There was no time to do things like that anymore.
He pulled out his cell phone and dialed the number he'd become so familiar with.
"Hello." Brooke answered the phone. Her voice was visibly tired and Lucas could tell that the rest of her day had not gone well.
"Hey, Brooke."
"Oh, hey, Luke. What's up?"
"Um, well, I just spoke to my mom, and we were just wondering, how would you-." He started but was cut off by the opening of his bedroom door.
"Luke." And there Peyton was in his doorway. Unlike Brooke, he hadn't spoken to Peyton since the accident.
"Peyton?" He said, forgetting he was on the phone with Brooke.
"Peyton?" Brooke replied on the other end, confused.
"Um, Brooke, let me call you back." He said quickly, snapping his cell phone shut.
"Pey- Peyton, what, um, what are you doing here?"
Peyton looked miserable. Her golden curls were tousled and her eyes had bags underneath them.
"Okay, well I don't know how to say this but..." She fiddled with her hands, not staring him directly in the eyes.
"Peyton, what is it?"
"Well, remember the time where we had...um...sex?"
He nodded, afraid of what she was getting out.
"I'm late, Luke."
And that was exactly what he was afraid of hearing.
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A/N - Just a reminder, as said in the last chapter, the timing in my story is all screwed up. So if the whole thing with Peyton being late doesn't make sense because it was a few months ago, just remember that it's all messed up. So just pretend they slept together more recently. Just wanted to get that out there.
Also, PLEASE REVIEW if you wanna find out what's going to happen. I'm off Monday so maybe I'll update faster!
Once again, sorry for this chapter being so short!
Thanks,
Melissa :)