A/N - Wow. That's all I can say about the great response I got on the last chapter. 16 reviews is the most I've ever gotten on any chapter. Thank you soooo much!

Sorry I wasn't able to update sooner; I've had such a stressful week. This chapter is definitely not my best, and I'm extremely sorry for that. Just bear with me.

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A Bad Dream

Chapter 12 -

With three small words, his world got turned upside down...for the second time, in a span of about three months.

"Im late, Luke."

And that was all it took for his head to start spinning.

"Peyton Sawyer?" The receptionist called out.

Peyton looked over to Lucas.

"Go, I'll be right out here." He said, giving her a reassuring nod.

She nodded reluctantly.

"You're...late? As in..." He didn't have to continue on, she knew what he was asking.

She nodded hesitantly, pushing one of her curls behind her ear.

"Um,...okay, I need to sit." He sat down, sighed, and then buried his face in his hands.

He'd just been in this position months prior with Brooke and now it was with Peyton.

Peyton took a seat beside Lucas on his bed and stared at him, hoping he would say something, anything.

"Are you gonna say anything?"

"You're positive about this?"

"Not exactly, I mean, there is a chance I might not be..."

"Well, we should, um, probably go pick up a test, right?"

"No. I mean, I think we should just wait 'til tomorrow to go to the doctors. That way we'll know for sure."

"Okay...And until then?"

"I'm not gonna say anything, Luke. Especially not to Brooke."

"Brooke..." Crap.

"Lucas?" Peyton asked, her voice cracking. "What if I am pregnant?"

He sighed and looked away from her. Truthfully, he didn't know how to answer that question. He'd been asking himself the same exact thing just moments before.

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'My name is Lucas Scott. I'm a senior at Tree Hill High School. In life, we take many things for granted, one of which being our childhood. We don't realize how important it is until we're suddenly thrust into adulthood with one life changing event...'

Lucas continued typing on his laptop he hadn't touched in months.

It had been a day since Peyton came over and made an appointment at the doctors, and a day since he'd last spoken to Brooke.

If Peyton turned out to be pregnant, then everything would change and then he'd be responsible for getting not one, but two eighteen-year-olds pregnant.

"Lucas." Peyton called out, making her presence known. "You ready?"

"Uh...just give me a second." It wasn't that he really needed that extra minute, it was more of a mechanism for stalling.

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"Rachel, I'm gonna go. See ya later."

"Where are you going?"

"I have a doctors appointment."

"But I thought that was tomorrow."

"Yeah, well someone cancelled today so there was an open appointment." She said while putting her jacket on.

"Oh, okay. Did you call Lucas?"

"Yeah, he didn't answer, I left a message. And, if he misses this appointment it'll be fine, he's been to every one since. Well, I gotta go, talk to you later."

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Lucas drove the slowest he'd ever driven and made sure that they got caught at every red light.

"You okay?" Peyton asked him, even though she herself was nervous.

"Uhh, I guess. You?"

"Yeah, same." The two of them then resorted back to silence as Lucas stopped at another red light.

"Brooke doesn't know, right?"

"No." Peyton said. "But, what if I am, ya know...she'll eventually find out..."

"I know. But let's just wait until we find anything else out."

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Lucas sighed as he looked around the waiting room. Almost every seat was occupied by thirty-year-old pregnant women and their husbands.

And there Lucas sat, sticking out in the crowd, a mere eighteen years old.

When he was little, he'd always imagined himself married before even thinking about having kids. It's funny how different his life turned out. He might be having two kids at eighteen.

His head jerked up when the door opened.

"Lucas, you're here."

"Brooke...?"

"I thought you wouldn't have gotten that message I left on your phone." Brooke replied, walking over to Lucas and taking a seat next to him.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, clearly confused.

"What do you mean? Didn't you get the message? I moved my appointment to today."

"I didn't turn on my phone today."

"Oh." Brooke said, accepting the answer. "But wait, then why are you here?..." She then added after a beat.

Busted...

"I...um...well..."

"Luke..." He heard his voice being called...and there was Peyton.

"Peyton?"

"Brooke?"

"Um...let me explain." Lucas began.

"Somebody tell me what's going on..." Brooke said, staring at the two blondes. She really didn't need an answer though. Only an idiot wouldn't be able to tell what was going on. "Are you pregnant Peyton?"

"I...umm...-."

"Um, will you guys excuse me for a minute?" Brooke quickly got up from her seat and exited the room.

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"Breathe, Brooke, breathe. You're just overreacting, you didn't even give her a chance to explain." Brooke mumbled to herself as she sat in her car which was parked in the doctors office parking lot.

If Peyton is really pregnant, then everything Brooke's been dreading these past few months will come true. Lucas would become like Dan, and then he would choose Peyton over she.

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"So...you really are pregnant?"

"No...I mean...I don't know yet. They should have the results soon; they said I should wait here."

"Okay...maybe you should try calling Brooke."

"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea."

Peyton quickly dialed Brooke's number and waited. "She's not answering."

"Fuck." Lucas mumbled to himself, quiet enough that only he and Peyton heard it. Once again, he screwed up with Brooke.

"Luke, I'm sorry for causing this trouble and all...I know you and Brooke were just starting to try to be friends again."

He nodded solemnly and lowered his head, scuffing his shoes on the linoleum floor.

After six more patients were called, another doctor, as Lucas presumed was Peyton's, came out.

"Miss. Sawyer."

"Can you, um, can you come with me, Lucas?"

"Yeah, I probably should." He said, knowing that if Peyton were actually pregnant, he'd like to hear it from the doctor herself.

He didn't know what made him do it, but Lucas reached down and laced his fingers through Peyton's. He was ready to face the truth.

"Okay." The doctor started while looking at the two. "I have your results Peyton and you are..."

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A/N - Don't hate me for leaving it there! I just had to leave a cliffhanger. Sorry...

But you will definitely find out if Peyton is or isn't pregnant in the NEXT chapter.

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Thanks----------Melissa