A/N - WOW! 25 reviews for one chapter is the most I've ever, ever, ever gotten! Thank you so, so, so, so much! I was completely shocked, and totally happy! I'm sorry I haven't updated sooner. I've just been getting tons and tons of homework, projects, and tests. My teachers are just horrible, lol.

I'll try and get a new chapter of 'I Hate to Love You' out soon but I can't promise anything. I have to do my homework, finish reading a boring-ass book, and study for an English test on Romeo and Juliet this weekend so don't expect anything these next few days. However, if by some chance I do get some time I will try my best to update.

Well, sorry for my long A/N, and please enjoy and review!

Thanks!

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A Bad Dream

Chapter 13 -

It wasn't like she was surprised or anything. Things had been going way too perfectly lately and this thing was just a way to end the completely drama-less week.

She closed her eyes and drew out a heavy breath. The stress was definitely not good for the baby.

She stared at her phone that was positioned on the front passenger seat of her car. This was the fourth time it had been ringing in two minutes and she was seriously considering throwing the cellular phone out the window.

She picked up the slim object, opened it, pressed a button, slammed the phone back down, and sighed, satisfied.

If there was one thing that Brooke Davis learned from her teen years, it was that all boys are stupid and the only thing they're capable of doing is breaking hearts. But, no matter how cliched it sounded, Lucas wasn't just some boy.

He was the boy, and of course that changed everything.

She'd never be able to get over him. Ever.

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"I have your results Peyton and you are not pregnant."

The two blondes sighed in relief.

NOT pregnant!

"Well, I ought to be off to my next patient. You two have a good day." The doctor quickly dismissed herself.

"Well that's a relief." Lucas mumbled, suddenly feeling much better as if a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

"Yeah." Peyton said while awkwardly shuffling her feet.

"Well look...I should..." Lucas started.

"Yeah, she should go talk to Brooke."

"You sure that you'll be alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Really. Now go." Peyton gave him a small smile as she watched him leave the room.

She still loved him. Great.

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"Brooke, please." Lucas begged to Brooke's voice mail. "Please just, just call me back when you get this. Peyton's not pregnant. I mean, she thought she was but she's not. Please. We really need to talk."

Lucas closed his phone for what felt like the millionth time.

He understands why she's mad, but Peyton's not even pregnant. And even if she was, what, was Brooke just going to ignore him for the rest of their lives?

Lucas looked up from the floor upon hearing the bouncing of a ball. He stood up to greet his friend.

"Hey, Skillz, what's up?"

"Nothing much. Just came to shoot some hoops. Man, what has been up with you lately?"

"Uhhh." Lucas paused. "A lot." He shrugged.

A lot seemed like a sufficient answer.

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"Brooke? Rachel?" He had been standing outside Rachel's large house for ten minutes now. "Anyone?"

He finally gave up, his voice too sore from screaming. He tried opening the door and fortunately, it wasn't locked.

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"Brooke?...Anyone?"

She had been home for about two hours before Lucas had come over and had been consistently banging on the front door. Rachel was out partying with some guy she'd just met and Brooke was nowhere near in the mood to get up and walk downstairs to open the door. Finally, the banging from downstairs came to an abrupt stop and she wiped her eyes for the billionth time.

She seriously felt like dying. Which really, really, isn't good considering the obvious fact that she's pregnant. Her head was pounding and she was breathing short, jagged, breaths.

"Brooke." The sound reappeared. This time it seemed closer and not as loud. "Can I come in?" It was then she realized that Lucas had somehow gotten into the house and was right outside her bedroom door.

"Go away, Luke." She mumbled, seriously not in the mood for fighting.

"Ya know, you and Rachel should really learn to keep the doors locked."

"I said go away."

"Brooke, please, just let me talk."

It seemed ridiculous to Brooke that they were still having this conversation through the door. But she wasn't letting him in. Not yet.

"No."

"Did you even listen to the messages I left you?"

"No and there's a reason I haven't been answering your calls." Her eyes glanced towards the phone. Nine missed calls and three text messages.

"Brooke," And for a second there was complete and utter silence. "Peyton's not... she's not pregnant, Brooke."

It was then Brooke decided to listen. Peyton wasn't pregnant and she had got herself all worked up for nothing.

"I'm scared, Lucas." She finally admitted. She still hadn't gotten up from her bed to let him. "Scared about what's about to happen. Scared about everything. I mean, things were finally going to be okay and normal again, well as normal as they could be. And than this one thing, one little thing, happens and suddenly all I've been keeping inside me comes out. And I realize I can't keep bottling my feelings up like that anymore. I mean I'm probably not making any sense of anything but-..."

"I know, Brooke. I'm scared, too. But you've got to let me in." He wasn't talking about her letting him in her bedroom. He meant let him in emotionally. And she wanted to, really wanted to. But she couldn't trust him anymore; she couldn't trust him enough to let him in. "You've got to let me know what's going on."

By now Brooke had stopped talking. She was just listening to his words, crying, too. She finally spoke again.

"I can't...I can't do that, Luke. I can't...I can't trust you."

"Why? Brooke, please. I'm sorry, I am truly one hundred per cent sorry."

Silence.

"Brooke..." He managed to get out right before he felt a slight twinge coming from his chest. "Please..."

Out of nowhere she heard a thud come from outside the door.

"Luke? Lucas?"

No response.

"Lucas?" She quickly wiped her face and got up from her bed in panic.

Opening her bedroom door, she almost fainted at the sight before her.

Lucas had collapsed and seemed unconscious.

He was having a heart attack.

It wasn't like she was surprised or anything. Things had been going way too perfectly lately and this thing was just a way to end the completely drama-less week.

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A/N - Another cliffhanger, I know.

I know that sucked big time; my last few chapters have. I've been having trouble writing this but I think the next chapter will be much better now that I know which direction I want to take this in.

So if you want to find out what happens in the aftermath of Lucas's heart attack, REVIEW.

Last chapter got a GREAT response so let's keep it that way.

Melissa.