Oops, Chapter 8

A/N: In regards to the person that asked about why I had the names above the sections—it is from that person's perspective. I only get into one person's head at a time. Perhaps you were thrown off by the fact that it isn't in first person? I'm not sure, but that is why I write the names.

Month Seven

Brooke

"Come on, Haley, it'll be fun!"

"If, by fun, you mean the weirdest thing ever, then sure."

"Don't I always?" Brooke smirked.

"Why can't you ask Lu-umm, He-Who-Shall-Remain-Nameless?" Haley asked.

"Because, Haley, He-Who-Shall-Remain-Nameless is a cheating bastard undeserving of my time," Brooke waved off the suggestion. She didn't want to think about Lucas.

"He's the father, he has a right to-"

Brooke snorted, "Are you really going to preach to me about the father's rights? You?"

Haley shifted in her seat, "I'm going to tell him this week. I wrote it in my day planner."

"Oh, the day planner! Now you can't get out of it!"

"Shut up," Haley hit her with a pillow.

"So why can't you just write 'ultrasounding with Brooke' in your day planner too? Come onnnnn, Hales! Not like you've never had one before."

"Yeah, but that was with my mom, and I wanted to wait until Nathan knew, so we could find out the sex together…"

"Well, the blonde whore's having a girl, he seemed pretty happy with that," Brooke shrugged.

"Brooke, she's your best friend…"

"Was," Brooke corrected, "Best friends do not make out with their friend's boyfriends. I'm having his fucking child, Haley, I loved him," she mumbled, tears springing unexpectedly to her eyes.

"Shh," Haley hugged her, "He loves you too, Brooke, he's miserable."

"Does not," Brooke sobbed, "He kissed her, he…he…"

"Blow," Haley commanded, handing her a Kleenex.

Obediently, Brooke blew her nose and angrily wiped the tears from her face. "So are you going or what?"

Haley smiled, "I'm going."

"Stupid hormones," Brooke muttered.

***

"So you…both want to know the sex of your baby?" the ultrasound technician looked back and forth between the two of them.

That's what we said, dumbass. Brooke rolled her eyes.

"One after another?"

Sorta like… we just said! "That'd be peachy."

"Well, who wants to go first?"

"I will," Brooke shrugged, "Hey, you have any of that jelly stuff in a warmer temperature?"

He just blinked at her.

"No? Okay, then."

The baby looked like Lucas on the screen, at least to her.

Haley seemed to think she was a little on the delusional side, but smiled and nodded at all the appropriate moments.

As though she wouldn't see the eye rolling. Brooke glared at the Tutor-Bitch.

"You sure you want to know the sex?"

"I'm sure," Brooke nodded.

Her phone rang in her purse.

"Sorry," she muttered, "Hales, who is it?"

Haley picked up Brooke's phone, "Uhh…someone named 'Hot as Hell'…? Didn't get around to changing it?"

"Let it ring," her jaw tightened, "Sorry, please continue."

"Brooke-" Haley muttered, staring at the phone.

"Just make it stop!"

"Fine," Haley muttered.

"Uhh…you ready for your news?"

"Yes," Brooke took Haley's hand.

"You're going to have a boy."

The phone started ringing again and Brooke glared at it. "That him? Hand it over."

Haley sighed and gave her the phone.

Hitting talk, she raised the phone to her ear. "It's a boy," she enunciated.

"Brooke, you gotta listen-"

She hit end and turned to Haley, "Your turn."

***

Haley

"We're soooooo not making it back before 5th," Haley chuckled as Brooke swerved through traffic.

"You wanted the printouts," Brooke muttered.

"Well, if Nathan couldn't be there, I could at least give him a picture," she mumbled.

Brooke laughed, "I love when you pretend that it is some kind of big accident that he doesn't know. It's not like you've even been fighting, so what's the problem?"

"I told you, I'm telling him. I've just been busy lately. Graduation, a ton of school stuff, you, Lu- uhh…He-who-shall-not-be-named and other stuff. We've only hung out a couple times and it just didn't feel right."

"Fine, but don't get pissed if you call him when you're in labor and he already has plans."

"He'll be taking care of his daughter by then," Haley mumbled.

"Haley…" Brooke sighed.

"I know…I know. I'm gonna tell him, okay?"

Brooke pulled into a parking space and they dashed out of the car.

…and stopped running after five steps.

"I'm soooo never running again," Brooke complained.

"I know," Haley commiserated.

"When does the whole waddling thing start?"

"I think Peyton might have it already," Haley chuckled.

"Who?" Brooke tossed her an innocent look.

Rolling her eyes, Haley sighed, "The blonde whore has it already."

"Ahhhh," Brooke giggled, "She does, doesn't she. Just a touch."

"It's a good thing those graduation gowns are so huge," Haley chuckled.

"And our boobs," Brooke nodded, playing with hers a bit.

"We're gonna be so late to class."

"Oh well," Brooke shrugged, "What are they gonna do, not graduate us?"

"They could!"

"Pfft," Brooke waved it off, "If they do it, we just ask if this is because we're pregnant, throw in some discrimination…we'll be good to go."

Haley shook her head, "You're pure evil."

"Awww, sweetie, I love you too," Brooke winked.

***

Frowning at the books at the bottom of her locker, Haley willed herself some telekinetic power to lift them nicely into her hand.

"There a problem here?" an amused voice interrupted her concentration.

Nathan.

Haley smiled, "Good news. I'm not Carrie."

"Carrie, the girl in our chemistry class that never got over the headband fad or Carrie, promicide?"

"Promicide, though that is now better associated with Dawson's Creek," she frowned, "And I'll thank you not to bring up such a traumatic memory."

Nathan chuckled, "Wasn't that whole show traumatic?"

"Oh, it's just like any other teen drama, but with 5 times the forehead," Haley shrugged.

"So, traumatic, then."

"Extremely."

"So what's the problem?"

"My telekinetic abilities have reached a lull," she pouted.

"Sorry to hear that, I think it's going around, though. I willed a beaker to fly at Lucas's head this morning, but nothing," he pouted.

Haley frowned, "Perhaps you simply don't have the gift."

"It worked with a basketball," Nathan shrugged.

"The very same basketball you were holding just prior?" Haley asked dryly.

He waved off the question. "I think you just need more concentration. Try closing your eyes."

She closed them suspiciously.

"Now hold out your hands and concentrate."

Her lips quirked at the weight of a book in her hands and she opened her eyes. "Too bad I wanted the other book."

Nathan rolled his eyes and switched the books.

"You were trying to trick me," Haley shook her head.

"Can't get anything past you, Hales."

She nodded in agreement and licked her lips.

"Well, I gotta get to class…"

"Wait," she grabbed his arm. She had to tell him.

"Yeah?" He gave her a huge smile and she could feel herself turning to mush.

"I need to tell you something," Haley spit out quickly.

"So do it," he murmured, stepping closer to her.

She swallowed, "Not here, can I meet you somewhere tonight?"

"You asking me out, Haley James?" he smirked.

"No, I just, I…sort of," she blushed. "Can you meet me at Karen's?"

He made a face, "I suppose I can survive that."

"OK, I'll…see you there, then," she smoothed her hair unconsciously and started to back away.

"Hales, wait," Nathan smiled.

"What?"

"What time?"

"Oh," her face reheated. "Seven?"

"See you then."

***

Peyton

What had she been thinking? The question needled at her for the 2837483293847923874923874th time.

The look on Brooke's face had almost killed her and if that wasn't enough, the sound of Lucas begging his girlfriend to forgive him kept her awake some nights.

"Brooke, I love you!"

"Fuck off, Luke, let me go."

"Let her go, man," Nathan had interrupted their conversation.

"Back off, I'm talking to my girlfriend."

"No, you're not," Brooke snarled, "Nathan, could you take me home?"

"Brooke, you gotta listen to me-"

"Talk to your whore, jack ass, I'm leaving."

He hadn't even looked at her after that, just went to find Haley.

It had been awkward with everyone since then. Haley tended to side with Brooke and Nathan had kept his conversation to baby-related topics.

Only Jake talked to her like nothing had changed and she appreciated that.

She smiled at him as he passed her in the hallway and turned to hold his eyes.

"Oof!" she ran into someone.

Haley.

"Sorry about that," Peyton helped pick up her stuff, quickly shoving a very obvious ultrasound picture into a book.

"Thanks," Haley muttered, looking around nervously for anyone that might have noticed.

"Can we talk?" Peyton nodded toward the girl's locker room.

Haley followed her, stuffing her books back into her bag. "What's up?"

"How's Brooke?"

"She's fine," Haley shrugged uncomfortably.

"Will she ever forgive me?"

"Would you?"

Ouch. "Probably not. So, uhh, you got another ultrasound?"

"Yeah, it's a boy."

Peyton nodded, "Congratulations. The father know yet?"

"I'm telling him tonight."

"Nervous?"

"Kinda, what do you really say?"

"'I'm pregnant' is pretty definitive."

"True enough. …so what if he freaks?"

"Well, I'd like to think Jake'd make a good dad," Peyton smirked, checking her watch, "We're gonna be late."

Haley rolled her eyes and followed her out.

***

"Oof," Peyton groaned. This was so not her day.

"Are you okay?" Lucas's eyes went immediately to her stomach.

"Fine, yeah," she mumbled.

"I better go."

"Lucas, wait…I'm sorry."

He sighed, "I know, Peyton, I just can't…deal with this. Brooke won't talk to me…"

"Me neither."

"I'm so crazy in love with her and I just…can't believe I didn't know."

Peyton swallowed, "Yeah. I can tell. She'll come around."

"When our son's in college," he muttered morosely.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. It was my fault, when she actually lets me talk to her, I'll explain, Lucas, I'm sorry."

Lucas sighed, "It's okay."

Peyton's phone rang and she looked at him apologetically. "Hello?"

"Is this Peyton Sawyer?"

"Yes."

"This is Dr. Abigail at the county hospital."

Peyton swallowed, "Is there a problem?"

"We recently had to let go of a nurse due to her job performance and if it wouldn't be too much trouble, we'd like to run another paternity test for you?"

Her heart hammered, "You…you…what?"

"There seems to be a discrepancy in the blood type."

"But I, I called about that, they ASSURED me that there were no mistakes."

Lucas frowned as Peyton began pacing in the courtyard.

"Well, ma'am, we're just want to be on the safe side. When are you available."

"This is bull shit," Peyton shook her head, "You told me. You TOLD me."

Her vision blurred as she looked at Lucas and the possibility that he would be the father of her child loomed in front of her again.

"We do apologize for the inconvenience-"

Peyton laughed hysterically. This wasn't happening.

"Peyton, what's wrong?" Lucas took the phone from her hand and lead her to a picnic table.

***

Lucas

"Who is this?"

"I'm afraid that is confidential, if you could put the young lady back on the line."

"The young lady is practically hysterical. This is a friend of hers, just tell me."

"What's your name?"

Lucas frowned, "What does that have to do with anything?"

"There is only one other person I can disclose the matter to, if you are that person, I can speak with you."

"I'm not Nathan," Lucas shook his head, assuming it must be about the baby, "This is Lucas. Lucas Scott."

"All right, Mr. Scott. This is Dr. Abigail at the county hospital. We found out there may have been flaws in the paternity test we ran."

Lucas sat down heavily next to Peyton.

"She said that was fine, you TOLD her it was fine," he echoed Peyton's earlier statements.

"And we apologize, Mr. Scott, we want to be sure-"

"Fine, sure, run another one. We'll be there in ten minutes."

"I'm afraid we're short handed, we will have to set up an appointment for you."

"Great, as soon as possible."

"We have an opening in three weeks-"

"THREE WEEKS?!?" he roared, blanching. He couldn't walk around wondering for three weeks, there was no fucking way.

"If there is an opening beforehand, we could-"

"Yes, do that," he grumbled in disgust, hanging up the phone.

Peyton was shaking, crying into her hands.

"It'll be okay," he mumbled, stroking her back.

"Brooke," she hiccoughed, "Will never," she sobbed, "Forgive me." She dissolved into tears.

Lucas swallowed the desire to do the same.

"It still might not be true, " he reminded her, "Don't worry about it until you have to."

"You try not worrying when you're pregnant," her voice wavered.

He sighed and pulled her into his arms.

"Isn't this cute?" Brooke voice interrupted them and he wanted to strangle her for picking that one moment he couldn't even explain.

"Brooke-"

***

"Oh, no, as you were," she mocked him, turning away.

"You can go," Peyton pulled away from him and he shot her a grateful glance before tearing after Brooke.

"Wait, Brooke," he stopped cornered her at her locker.

"Weren't you busy?" she asked him innocently.

"NO! Dammit, Brooke, just give me a chance."

"To…screw me over again?"

"She was crying, what do you want me to do?"

"Let's see, what was it I wanted?" she bit her lip, "Oh, right, for you not to make out with my best friend. That was it."

"We weren't!"

"Not right then," Brooke shrugged, "Please let go of me."

Lucas's teeth clenched and he took a step back, "I didn't know she was going to kiss me, Brooke, or I would have avoided it."

"But turning your head never even crossed your mind?" she sneered.

"I was in shock, I'm sorry. I didn't kiss her back."

"Yeah," she rolled her eyes, "I could tell."

"Brooke, I love you. She's a friend. I'm over her."

"Yippee for you."

He didn't know what else he could say. How could she not believe him?

"Brooke-"

"Just leave me alone, Lucas."

Instead, he kissed her, hard, pushing her back against the lockers.

She moaned into his mouth and he ran his hands everywhere on her body, reacquainting himself with her luscious curves. He kissed down her neck and her body arched into him.

"Luke," she moaned.

"Damn," students around them applauded and Lucas cursed their very public setting as Brooke pushed him away.

"Don't do that again," she glared at him.

"But I-"

"Don't."

***

Nathan

Haley asked him out. He would have skipped to class if it wouldn't make him look like a fucking ice capade.

Haley asked him out.

The bounce in his step was unavoidable.

"Hey, man," Tim came into class with him and they took their normal seats next to each other.

"Hey Tim," Nathan beamed.

Tim blinked, "You get laid at lunch or something?

Nathan rolled his eyes, "Did we have any homework?"

"Hell if I know," Tim shrugged, "You hear about Jagielski?"

Jake Jagielski. His favorite topic of conversation. "He get hurt?" Nathan asked eagerly, leaning back in his chair.

"Nope, knocked up Tutor-girl," Tim smirked.

CRASH.

"Nate, man, you okay?" Tim laughed as Nathan lifted himself from the ground, dazed.

"Say again?" he breathed.

"You okay?" Tim repeated.

"Not. That." Nathan glared at his friend.

"Oh, yeah, Jagielski's knocking up girls left and right, apparently," Tim shrugged, "Theresa heard Haley and Peyton talking about it in the locker room today."

Nathan shook his head, "Whatever, she's lying."

"She's not bitch enough to make that up," Tim shook his head, "Pretty crazy, huh? What do you think?"

He thought he would hyperventalate on the spot, so he concentrated on his breathing, praying he wouldn't cry. Not Haley. No. He shook his head, unable to manage more than a shrug for Tim.

Images of Jake and Haley kissing flooded his mind. She laughed as he kissed her neck and moaned the way she had with him.

"I gotta go," he knocked his chair down on the way out the door and sprinted to the bathroom, only making it to the sink before he hurled.

The images of them together wouldn't leave. Kissing. Fucking. Holding hands as they waited for their baby.

It should have been him. Haley was his.

He couldn't help wondering if the fucker knew Nathan had had her first.

...and drove her away.

I need to tell you something.

Nathan sunk to the floor.

***

Seven O'Clock. He'd even been early. Why he'd chosen to torture himself, Nathan wasn't quite sure, but he had to hear her say it.

It couldn't be true until she told him herself.

Which made it marvelously tempting to just never, ever, talk to her again.

But he had to.

He tried to stop shaking, but just hid his hands in his lap when it proved impossible.

"You made it," Haley smiled as she took a seat in front of him.

For the first time, he noticed the loose, baggy nature of her clothing and almost threw his drink on her stupid big sweatshirt in disgust.

"I made it," he muttered.

"Did you want to get something, or...?"

"Just tell me," he commanded, more harshly than he intended.

"Right," Haley swallowed, "This isn't really...the easiest thing to say."

With every word, she killed him more. "Just spit it out, Haley."

"I'm pregnant," she blurted, looking anywhere but him.

All the breath left his body and his heart came to a complete stand still.

It was true.

"Say something," she whispered, finally looking at him.

"What do you want me to say?" he glared at her.

"I...I don't know, just...be honest, I guess."

Be honest. He almost laughed. He could never be cruel enough for that kind of honesty.

"I'm not even sure why you're telling me," he shrugged, "I'd be better off not knowing. Not like I can do anything about it."

"Oh," she breathed, looking sick.

Good. He wanted her to hurt like he did.

"Know if it's a boy or girl yet?" he tried to pretend like he didn't care, like it didn't matter to him that she was having another man's child. Hell, another girl was having his. They could all just be one big happy fucking family.

"It's a boy," she said quietly.

He hadn't expected her to know and felt his heart crush again. He'd figured it was a prom thing, but it wasn't. She'd had to have moved on to Jake right away. Maybe before she even knew about Peyton.

Peyton was having a girl, they'd found out. He'd been relieved. How fucking classic. He wanted Haley to have his sons, to be his wife someday.

But now she ruined everything.

"What?" her eyes widened and he realized he'd spoken aloud.

"You ruined everything," he repeated harshly, watching with satisfaction as she flinched.

"I thought after Peyton..." Haley trailed off.

Nathan glared at her as she pointed out the obvious hypocrisy of his feelings. Bitch. The difference was he didn't love Peyton. He loved Haley. He wanted Haley.

But she didn't want him back. Not anymore.

"Look, I've gotta go," he stood up, "See you around, Hales."

TBC