Chapter

Refutation

AN: Yes, all of the italics are Lucas, or contain him and yes, the journal entries are mine. Thank you... I hope you all enjoy this chapter.

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The disillusion of one, who relies on only their self through immensely hard times, then shifts their standing ground, going against morality, is disdainfully questionable and shouldn't be liberated. When, one has chosen not to follow the given path, it is a mistake one has selected to pursue; for there lay two paths, the path of discovery and the path forsaken.

Luke...

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A few weeks later .

The air was slightly sticky, due to the heat and humidity that enveloped the environment. The court yard was open, barely any tree's, but luckily beside the water.

Lucas wiped respiration from his brow, and went for the ball that made its way near the bench.

"Here," Brooke stood up and handed it to him.

"Thanks," he smiled casually, turning around and heading back to his game.

Brooke watched him leave, sure to catch the muscles in his legs and the sweat that lingered on his skin. "Still got it," she whispered, licking her lips.

"What are you in heat or something?" Haley arched her eyebrow, coming into view.

"I thought you couldn't make it," Brooke sighed, avoiding Haley's comment.

"Aw," the smaller of the two snickered, "don't sound too disappointed."

"Trying," Brooke chuckled, scooting over to make room for her friend.

"So, what's been going on?" Haley asked, switching her gaze to watch the game.

"Not quite sure," she shrugged, "but I do know that Nathan and Lucas are trying to go easy on them."

"Well, of course, Keith and Dan are old," Haley laughed, playfully shoving Brooke.

Brooke grinned, raising an eyebrow, "They don't look that old."

Scrunching her face, "ewe," she muttered playfully.

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Peyton looked up at the ceiling, sketch pad in her hand, but for some reason she couldn't concentrate and for days she's been wondering how to tell Lucas. As if he was reading her mind, he stepped in the room, a smile ear to ear.

"Have fun?" Peyton frowned.

He walked over to her bed and kissed her lightly. "Why the sad face?"

"You know you're not supposed to be playing contact sports for a while."

He laughed, flattered by her worry, "I know, but I'll be fine. You know everyone's going easy on me, besides, basketball seasons done."

"Okay," she bit her lip.

He smiled, taking the sketch book from her hand, "Blank?"

"Don't know what to draw," she shrugged.

He nodded, but he couldn't help but think something was wrong. "Is there something you need to tell me?"

Tensing up, she said, "No, why, did someone say something?"

"Calm down Peyt, I'm just wondering," he smiled, but her face was still serious. "Hey, come here," he laid her in his lap, "You know you could tell me anything right?"

She replied with a soft nod, but inside her stomach was turning, morning sickness. "Lucas," she got up slowly, not being able to fight the suspense any longer, "I'm pregnant," and ran to the bathroom, throwing up in the toilet.

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"She can't be," The blonde shook his head.

Nathan sighed, "She is."

"You knew?" Lucas furrowed his eyebrows.

"Yeah," Nathan said simply, "she found out when you were in the hospital, the first time, but she was too scared to say anything," Lucas didn't respond, so Nathan continued, "she was acting weird you know, so she told me." 

Anger arose in his body, but he suppressed it, knowing they all had good intention's hiding it from him. "I'm only eighteen," he exhaled, placing his head in his hands, "I have a career to follow, a life ahead of me."

"You can't be in denial Luke," he shrugged, "you can't change this, unless she's willing to get an abortion."

Lucas winced, "I'm only eighteen," he said again, "how could I be so stupid? I have my whole life planned Nate."

The youngest Scott couldn't help but feel sorry, patting his older brother on the back. "I got a question though," Lucas looked up, "did that life involve Peyton?"

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"Who is it?" Haley called softly, opening the door.

"Hey."

"Hi," she gasped, surprised, "what's wrong?"

"Can we talk?" Nathan slid his hands into his pockets.

"Um," she bit her lip, unsure.

"Haley," a voice called, stepping into view, "do you want the green construction paper or the..." he trailed off, staring at Nathan blatantly.

"Jake," Nathan muttered.

"Nate," Jake nodded.

Haley's heart sped up, "Nathan..."

"You know what," he forced a smile, "forget it, I'm feeling better now."

"But I thought..." she started.

"No, I forgot what I wanted to say anyway, thanks," he started to walk off, "bye Jake."

Haley watched his back, watched him get into his car, watched him drive away and watched him leave her life... again.

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"Peyton?" Lucas asked as someone picked up her phone.

"Peyton's not home right now," a soft voice announced, "can I take a message?"

"Tell her to call Lucas," he sighed, "it's important."

"Oh it's you," the girl said, slightly agitated, "yeah, ill tell her," 'click'.

Peyton looked up at the girl, "Was it him?"

"Yeah," a shrug, "you okay?"

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Nathan sat along the shore, the waves splashing and the breeze ruffling through his hair. Breathing in air, he swallowed and closed his eyes. "What happened?" he asked, as he heard footsteps behind him.

Lucas didn't respond, just plummeted down on the sand beside his brother.

"Is she avoiding you?" Nathan opened his eyes, "cause if so, you deserve it."

"I know," Lucas sighed, "what about you?"

"Jake," he said simply.

Lucas sulked, "over her house?"

"Yup," he said, showing no emotion.

"Oh."

The two brothers sat there, looking out at the ocean and each left contemplating their own thoughts. For a while, they met up at that same place and just talked, or kept each other company.

"I'm going to go," Lucas got up, touching his brothers shoulder, "don't attempt to go swimming, remember I need you alive to get through this."

Nathan laughed, "I'll see you tomorrow."

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Five minuets later, the sound of footsteps against the sand interrupted Nathan's thoughts once more.

"Lucas, go to sleep," he chuckled, "I know you love being in my presence, but come on."

"Always the conceited," the voice wasn't Lucas's of course.

"Always the smart ass," He said, as sarcastic, but his words were bitter.

Haley sat down beside him, "mind if I join you?"

"Actually, I rather not have you and Jake interrupting me, but thanks," sarcasm parted his lips.

"It's just me," she glared, "and, what are you doing that's so easily interrupted."

"Thinking," he replied.

"Wow, I didn't know Nathan Scott was capable," she said it, but didn't mean to.

He scowled, turning his eyes back to the ocean; the waves were far more interesting than her at that moment.

"Sorry," she shrugged, "you know I was playing."

"Yeah," he swallowed, "it doesn't matter anyway."

"We need to talk," she said bravely.

"No, correction, you need to talk, I don't have to do anything," his voice was higher in tone than usual.

"Nathan..."

He rolled his eyes, "what do you need to talk about?"

"We need to talk about what you wanted to talk about earlier," her voice was soft.

"No, I told you to forget it. You clarified everything for me already."

She frowned, "how?"

"Wow, for a smart girl, you sure ask dumb questions," he chuckled and stood up, wiping sand from his pants.

"Nathan..."

"Stop," he yelled, "I don't want to hear it. Don't you think that you and Jake have thrown this in my face enough? I don't need your stupid apologies."

"Listen," she stood up, and raised her voice, "when your ready to talk and I mean, actually talk, than call me." Her expression grew stern, "We can't keep being immature about this, and you have my number, use it."  

He watched her retreat and kicked the sand, "Fuck!"

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Ring. Ring. Ring.

"Who is it?" the same girl asked.

"Who's this?" Lucas asked.

"Peyton's not home."

"Where is she?"

"Not home."

"Where is she?"

"I don't know."

"Who is this?"

"That's none of your business."

"Peyton is my business."

"Well, I'm not."

Lucas heard a voice in the background.

"Jordan, just give it to me."

 His heart started to beat faster.

"Hello," Peyton's voice was soft, but aggravation flowed through it.

"Peyton..." he deadpanned.

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Dun dun dun ...

Wait for the next chapter...

Haley and Nathan talk. Who is Jordan?