Lucas climbed back into his car and started the ignition. He didn't know what he was going to say to Haley, but he knew that he needed to talk to her. He was having trouble believing that he had some how developed feelings for her, though it wasn't impossible to understand. They had been friends since Kindergarten, spent every summer together since second grade, and hung out every day since they were eight. Naturally he would have feelings for her, right?

Wrong. He couldn't just forget about Brooke. She was his girlfriend. She was his everything, and yet there he was, running off to tell Haley that he liked her. Loved her?

"No Luke! You do not love her. Haley is your friend and nothing else. She is with Nathan, you are with Brooke. It's not going to happen, so snap out of it," He yelled at himself and hoped that he could convince himself of that.

She wasn't really with Nathan. At least, she wasn't yet. Everyone knew that it was only a matter of time before they got together, got married and had twenty kids, all the bullshit that came along with high school romance.

He had to think of something. He had to decide if he wanted to pursue his friend. Was it worth it to perhaps spill his guts to her, and have his heart broken? Or maybe having Haley admit that she loved him too? He wasn't sure. All he knew was that he needed to talk to her.

"I can't believe that he didn't want to talk to me. He just barged in, asked some questions and left! What kind of boyfriend is that? Sometimes I really worry about Lucas. Oh, but right now, I'm with my favorite whore in Tree Hill and we're going to party!" Brooke jumped up from her sitting position by Peyton's dresser and leaped onto her bed.

"Gee, thanks Davis. Glad to know I'm your favorite whore. However, why do you think he wanted to talk to Haley? You seem so upset, I figure that we could try to figure it all out," Peyton returned her attention to her computer.

"Maybe he is going to break up with me and wants to talk to one of my friends to do it for him!" Brooke bit her bottom lip and waited for Peyton's reassurance that it wasn't possible.

"Maybe… or maybe he and Haley have been seeing each other behind your back and they're going to run away to Florida because she's pregnant!" Peyton was sounding way too enthusiastic.

"Wow… you're supposed to comfort me, not make me want to kill myself!" She was hurt, as was obvious in her eyes and tone of voice.

"Sorry babe. Just trying to state the worst possible situations so as not to crush your esteem," she walked over to Brooke, "Don't worry Davis. You are way hotter and way sexier that Haley James. Any man would kill Haley for you." She gave Brooke a hug.

"I know. I guess I feel like he is too good for me. Like he is just using me for my status and is about to dump me for the first slut that he sees. I don't want to lose him." She pouted and pushed herself down into the covers.

"You're not going to lose him, Davis. He loves you and you love him, and for all you know, you could end up marrying him someday." At this, both girls paused and then burst out laughing.

"What a day that would be! Oh, but that would be great. Think of that, honeymoon sex? That would be pure heaven." She sighed and closed her eyes.

"Ew. Please stop. I do not want to think about my two best friends having honeymoon sex. That's incredibly cheesy and I am lactose intolerant," she replied and laughed at her own joke.

"Whatever. All I know is that I will someday end up as Mrs. Brooke Scott. That has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?"

"Yea, just make sure it's Lucas Scott and not Nathan Scott," she was yawning between each word.

"Ohhhkaaaaaaay." Yawn.

"Night, Davis."

"Night, Sawyer."

"You? Wh…What do you mean you?"

He had expected her to be shocked. He liked getting this reaction from girls. It made them look cuter than they already were. And this girl already had more than her share of cute.

"I want to be with you. I want you to feel the same way I feel about you." He reached for her hand and stroked it gently.

"And what exactly do you feel for me? Just so I can be sure." She resisted his touch for a moment, and then gave in to the pressure that was building in her chest.

"I want you to be mine. And by mine I mean girlfriend. I want to hold you in my arms and feel your heart next to mine. I want to hold you hand and never let go. I want to kiss your lips and feel their warmth. I want to touch every part of you and watch the ecstasy spread over your face." With that he kissed her slowly at first, and then let his tongue guide its way into her delicate mouth.

She pulled back after a few moments and put her hands on his face.

"How long have you been feeling like this?" She lowered her gaze and held his hands.

"Since that night at TRIC last Halloween. You were there with Lucas and you were dressed as a Catholic school girl, and your skirt was just the right length… your top had just the right amount of snug, and you hair had the right amount of sexy. You were just overly beautiful that night and ever since then, you've had me hooked."

"I… I don't know what to say. All this… it's just too much for me to handle right now. I can't do this right now," she let go of his hands and stood up, "I have to go now. Goodbye, Nathan," and with that, she ran towards the end of the dock with tears in her eyes.

He was angry with himself. He shouldn't have told her so suddenly, or taken her off her guard. She was fragile, and he had broken her. Somehow though, he knew that in the end, she'd be his.

Haley was now running to her car, when she realized that she didn't have it. Nathan had driven her here. It was then that she remembered that she could call the one person in the world that she could have trust in forever.

"Lucas? Hey, it's me. Where are you? Listen, I'm sorry for the short notice, but can you come pick me up? I'm at the docks and I'm just having an overall bad day and I need to hang out with my favorite guy in Tree Hill." She needed him and wasn't afraid to tell him so.

"Sure Hales, what ever you need. I'll be there in a few minutes. Just hang tight and don't go with anyone who offers you candy," Lucas said.

"Thanks Luke. You're a doll!" She hung up the phone and crawled underneath the wooden planks of the dock so she could hide from Nathan. She couldn't believe that it she had to stoop to hiding from him. Up until fifteen minutes ago, she thought she really liked him, possibly loved him. Now everything was so complicated. She never expected him to return the feelings! That never happened to her. Guys never liked her back, it was always that the girl liked the guy and the guy didn't care.

Haley could hear Nathan's footsteps above her head, walking towards his car. She longed to jump out from her spot and into his arms, kissing those lips for all eternity. But she knew that she couldn't, because of what she said, shouldn't, because she knew that it would mean she gave in, and wouldn't, because she was too scared.

She could see him getting in his car and driving away. For a moment she thought she saw a look of pain on his face, almost like a resentful glare. Then he floored the gas and sped off into the gloomy Tree Hill night.

Brooke woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of sobs coming from the bathroom. She sat up in bed, realizing that she was at Peyton's house, and assumed that it was Peyton's sobs coming from behind the door. Brooke rubbed her eyes and sleepily walked to the door.

When she got closer she realized that it wasn't Peyton who was crying, but a more masculine cry. Peyton wasn't in bed though, so she assumed that she was in there with the mystery guy. She knew that she shouldn't, but she leaned down close to the door and listened to Peyton and a very familiar voice speaking to each other in whispers.

"It's okay, babe, she doesn't know what she's missing out on. She isn't sure of what she wants right now, and believe me, one she comes to her senses, she'll fall in love with you faster than you can run out and buy a few Trojans and a diamond ring." Classic Peyton. Always working in her quirky sense of humor when comforting someone.

"It's not that simple, Peyton. It's so obvious that she's infatuated with someone else. Trouble is, I can't figure out who it could be. It's probably Lucas. Every girl I know is obsessed with him. And seeing as they have history together, I wouldn't be surprised if it was him."

Brooke was pissed. Humph! How dare that prissy metro-sexual dare imply that Lucas was cheating on her! This would not do. She shoved open the door to see Peyton sitting on the sink and a guy on the edge of the tub.

"Listen you! Lucas would never cheat on me, all right? So why don't you get your sensitive ass out of here before I have to kick it out the door for you!"

The guy laughed and stood.

"Nathan!" Brooke was stunned.

"That's right, I, Nathan Scott, most popular basketball jock at THH, am threatened by Lucas." He faked a stunned look to match Brooke's.

"But… why? Who's the girl? Anyone I know? Peyton, why didn't you wake me up when he came?"

"I thought you'd want to sleep," replied Peyton.

"Ok… but answer me, Nate. Maybe I can help get her off Luke's back and into you bed!" Total Flirt Davis should have been her name.

"Don't tell anyone this or I'll tell the rest of Tree Hill about your boob job, Davis." Only he, Peyton, and Brooke knew about those.

"I won't just effing tell me or I'll…"

"Ha---" and at that moment, Brooke's cell phone rang, and the lights went out.

A/N: I hope you liked that chapter! It took me six days to write seeing as it was my longest so far and I wanted it to be extra good. I am still taking votes up until 6/20. So far, these are the results. As of 6/13, these are the results of the vote:

Nathan/Haley: 8

Lucas/Haley: 4

Nathan/Peyton: 2

Lucas/Peyton: 1

Nathan/Brooke: 0

Lucas/ Brooke: 5

If you want your favorite couple to win, don't forget to vote! All voting is ending on 6/20 at 11:59 PM California time. Thanks to everyone who has R&R(d) over the past four chapters, you guys are angels!

P.S. Only two votes per person, I think I forgot to mention that. The format is:

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