Important Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews! Right now I am going to let you know everything you need to know to understand what's going on in this. From this chapter until the interlude-like thing, it will all be a flashback. All the teenagers in the show are 17 and in their junior year at the beginning up until Brooke is back in Tree Hill. Which means it goes from January in their junior year until December of the year they graduated high school. Also, I only started watching OTH at the end of the first season, so I don't know the entire story. So mainly, Brooke and Lucas are dating, Lucas and Nathan are good friends, Naley are married and Jake and Jenny did notleave.
Chapter One
January 2004
Brooke Davis emerged from the doctor's office in a slight daze. How could this have happened? she wondered. We were careful.
She made her way to her car and searched her pockets for her keys. She pulled them out and fumbled with them to get the right one to unlock her vehicle. She absentmindedly slid inside and closed the door.
What do I tell him? she asked herself. What will he say?
She slowly drove home, her mind transfixed on the information she had recieved that day. This would change her life. And Lucas'.
"What are we going to do?" she whispered to herself as she pulled into the icy driveway of her house, "We're too young for this."
She parked her car, but didn't move from her spot. She sat in the driver's seat, waiting for it to come. When she finally felt it coming up, she grabbed her purse and dashed inside. No one came to greet her, as usual. The house was empty, as usual, and sometimes it gave off an eerie vibe. Brooke never thought something so full of expensive things could feel so lonesome.
She barely made it in time. She ran into the washroom, pushed up the toilet lid, and threw up. I thought it was called morning sickness. She moaned. She could feel a headache coming on.
She flushed the toilet, but remained on the bathroom floor and leaned against the bathtub. I'm such an idiot, she thought, How were we supposed to know that condoms work only ninety-nine percent of the time?
She stood up and slowly walked downstairs. She trudged into the kitchen and opened the fridge. I really need to go shopping, she told herself as she realized there was hardly anything to eat or drink.
She closed the fridge door and went into the living room. She flung herself onto the couch and looked down at her stomach. Inside me, there is another human being growing. I'll have to be responsible for it until it can do so itself.
She glanced at the clock. The time was nearly five o'clock. Brooke sighed and stared at the blank television screen. She glanced down at the silver charm bracelet that adorned her wrist. Lucas had given it to her.
Damn it, she cursed to herself. I still have to tell him.
She didn't move for a moment, and for that moment everything was silent. Too silent. Brooke needed to get away.
She sat bolt upright when she couldn't take the silence any longer. "He's probably not doing anything. Telling him now would be a good idea," she said aloud with confidence.
Five minutes later, Brooke was heading for her car, not knowing that telling him then would be a bad idea. A very bad idea.
She parked her car in front of his house. The roads were slippery enough, and she didn't want to park in the driveway. She hated parking in driveways in the winter time. It took her too long to get out onto the road.
Brooke stepped out of the car, closing the door behind her. Lucas' driveway only had two cars in it; Lucas' and Karen's. Good, she thought, No one there to interfere.
She ran up to the front door. She wanted to get inside as soon as possible, since it was freezing outside. Her stomach was churning, and for a moment, Brooke thought it was morning sickness. Or evening sickness, she said to herself, Making a bad attempt at trying to cheer herself up.
Karen opened the door and greeted Brooke with a warm smile. "Oh, hello, Brooke," she said, "Come right in. Lucas is in his room."
"Thanks," Brooke replied. She half-smiled and headed towards Lucas' room. Usually, she didn't knock, and she doubted he would be changing clothes at five thirty. She turned the knob and walked in.
Her heart pounded as she took in what she was viewing.
Lucas was sitting on his bed, but he took no notice to Brooke. His head was turned sideways, his eyes were closed, and his lips were pressed up against someone elses. Someone elses. Lucas wasn't supposed to be kissing anyone else but her.
A blond head of curls was turned toward Lucas, and her hands were tangled in Lucas' hair. Brooke realized who it was the instant she saw her. It was Peyton.
Peyton, her best friend. Peyton, who spent most of her time with Jake. Peyton, who wasn't supposed to bemaking outwith Brooke's boyfriend.
Brooke's heart jumped to her throat. Her stomach was doing flips. Her mouth was dropped down to the floor and her eyes were stinging with tears.
Lucas and Peyton had jumped away from each other when the door had opened. They sat on the bed, staring at Brooke.
"L-Lucas...how could you...how could you do something like this?" Brooke whispered. Don't cry, she screamed to herself. You're strong. Don't cry.
"Brooke, I'm sorry, it's my fault," Peyton began. She stood up and grabbed her coat. "It was a mistake. It didn't mean anything. I'll be going now."
She headed for the door but Brooke stopped her.
"No," she said coldly. "I'm going. Have fun sucking my boyfriend's face."
With that, she turned around and stormed out of Lucas' bedroom. He jumped up and ran after her. "Brooke, listen, it just happened...we were doing our homework together and-"
The rest of his sentence was cut off as Brooke slammed the door behind her as she stomped out of the house. The cold January air was thrust at her face and turned her cheeks red as she jumped into her car and drove away as fast as she could go.
She stopped in front of her house and parked the car by the curb. She leaned forward and the tears that had been threatening to fall poured down her face and stung her cherry-red cheeks even more.
"This is it," she whispered in the silence of her car, "My life is really over."
