Lucas decided to take Madison to Tim's party that night. They could have fun together and Madison would be able to meet new people; a win-win situation. Madison was looking hot when Lucas picked her up but she began resembling Brooke more and more. If Lucas couldn't have the real Brooke, why not have something similar and most likely better?

"You look...nice." Lucas gave her another look over, "Ready to go?"

"Yeah, let's go." She linked her arms in his as he escorted her to the party.

Lucas tried to be a gentleman and opened the car door for Madison and he shut it behind her. They were making small talk as they drove. At a long red light Madison brought up the touchy topic.

"So what's with you and all the drama?" Madison was prepared to listen intently, not wanting to miss any of the juicy details. She was a gossip queen and soaked up every rumor or fight that she came across.

"Damn, I thought you'd forget about that by now." Lucas' cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"It can't be that bad!" Madison joked.

"It is but here it is." He cleared his throat ready to tell his pitiful life story, "Okay well Tree Hill is home of the famous Dan Scott. Dan Scott, biologically, is my father. He left my mother and got Deb pregnant with Nathan. Dan left my mother and married Deb where they raised Nathan as a family. I started on the basketball team and stole Nathan's spot which began the whole thing. It was rough between me and Nathan but we're cool now. Then came Peyton. Peyton was Nathan's girlfriend and I stole her too. Well sort of. I wanted her but she didn't want me. That's how I met Brooke, Peyton's best friend. We started dating and it was great. Then Peyton wanted me. I've always wanted Peyton so I got her. Now Peyton and Brooke don't talk to me or each other. It gets worse and worse everyday."

"Wow," Madison shook her head with content, "That is pretty bad."

"Told you so." Lucas pulled his car in front of Tim's house where the party was in full swing, "Here we are."

"A party! My favorite!" Madison got all pumped up and excited.

Inside there were people bumping and grinding and drinking and screwing around. What else would you expect at a Tree Hill party. Lucas handed Madison a beer who excepted it willingly, and Lucas took another one for himself. He was only drinking one tonight because he was driving and he tried to be a little responsible.

"Watch out ladies, Lucas Scott is making his way around!" Brooke yelled over the music acting mature but not drunk.

"Brooke, can we not do this here?" Lucas whispered to her.

"What? Don't want to embarrass you new bar slut." Brooke smiled sweetly, making Lucas miss her even more.

"She's just a friend Brooke." Lucas reassured her trying to score points.

"Whoa, she just called me a bar slut and all you can say is I'm just a friend?" Madison was getting fired up.

"Don't you start too!" Now Lucas was seeing flames. He came out to get away from the drama but he walked right into it.

"I see what's going on." Madison announced a-matter-of-factly, "You still have a thing for this one. I was just here to make her jealous. I'll find my own ride home."

"Madison, it's not like that." He watched as she walked away and began talking to other guys.

"Lucas Scott alone again, or should I say still?" Brooke was really going at it now.

"Brooke, stop it!" Lucas whispered, "Are you happy? You've succeeded in making my life miserable. I've apologized so many times but it still isn't good enough."

"You need to pay for what you did to me." Brooke said behind clenched teeth.

"I have to live what I did everyday Brooke. I'm paying more than you know." Lucas said and left. He drove to the river court where he could just hang out and think about whatever he wanted.

He picked up a basketball and began shooting, trying to work his shoulder back into the game. Every shot he made was just a little off, bouncing off the metal rim. High heels clanked from behind him on the cold dark asphalt. Brooke stood there rubbing her arms trying to warm herself up.

"What, didn't get your fill of ripping me apart at the party?" Lucas kept shooting baskets. The more and more fired up he was getting the closer the ball was getting to the net.

"Lucas..." Brooke whispered as though he hurt her.

"No Brooke, don't say anything. I can't take it anymore," Lucas kept his focus on the hoop, "Why is everything always about you, huh Brooke?"

"Lucas..." Brooke kept her voice low but Lucas heard a small quiver, maybe from the cold.

"No, what Brooke wants Brooke gets," He caught the ball and held it under his arm, "You were to busy trying to make my life miserable to see that I was truly sorry and you never let me tell you that I was still in love with you!"

"How can you even say that! You were fooling around with Peyton, my best friend in the whole world and you decided to mess around with her while you were with me." Her voice broke as she spoke. Lucas could tell he was getting to her.

"It's just, before I even got to know you Brooke, I had always dreamed of Peyton." He kicked around some rocks on the asphalt not wanting to look at Brooke, "And then she finally wanted me. It was like a fantasy for me and at that moment that's all I cared about. But then I realized what I lost and fulfilling a fantasy didn't seem so important anymore."

"If you weren't so self-centered you would've realized how much I loved you. And you just took my heart and ripped it apart."

"I'm self-centered!" Lucas was tired of fighting. He turned back to the hoop and began shooting again, "Why'd you come here anyway?"

"Lucas..." Her voice lowered again and he heard he softly sob behind him, "I'm pregnant."