A/N: Okay! Sorry I haven't posted in a week, but school and homework are keeping me tied up! Yikes. Well anyway, I won't keep you all waiting any longer.

The title of this chapter was inspired by the lyrics of Switchfoot.

Chapter four: Yesterday was a wrinkle on your forehead

Lucas got up off the floor and offered a hand to Peyton, she took it limply.

As soon as she stood, she moved towards their intruder. "Brooke, you have to-"

Brooke held up her hand and cut Peyton off, "No! Peyton I trusted you! I trusted you again after everything we had been through together because of him." She said this as she pointed at Lucas, "He always gets between us! You promised that nothing would ever happen between the two of you. And again, you lied. You lied to my face this time though!"

Brooke was near tears at this point, but she kept barreling her anger at Peyton. "Doesn't out friendship mean more to you than a guy? Ugh, after all these years!" Brooke obviously couldn't take it anymore and ran out of the room because she couldn't bare the site of Peyton, her best friend and Lucas, the boy that broke her heart, together like that.

Lucas just stood there blank and shocked at what had just happened. He had just been kissing Peyton, his one true love, passionately, but that ended quickly when the girl that would kill any moment between the two of them walked in on them.

Lucas cleared his throat and stole a glance at Peyton quickly. She was just standing there with a dazed look on her face. She seemed to be running through the whole situation again, but with each passing second, she began to breakdown.

Luke moved toward her to comfort her, but she stepped away from him quickly as though he were some plague.

"N-no, Lucas," Peyton said as she held her hands out in front of her in a defensive stance.

He stopped in mid-stride and looked on to her with pain in his angelic blue eyes. He was sure his face had a look of hurt as well. Lucas only shook his head slowly in understanding and turned around and walked out of her house.

Lucas ended up at the park near the basketball courts after a long drive of emptiness that overcame him. He didn't know why it always happened to him, the heartache and loneliness. He just wanted it all to go away; all the pain; all the drama; all these feelings.

Lucas shook his head. 'No, the feelings are what keeps me going day after day. My love for her stabilizes me.'

The whole night went by in a haze. He didn't know how long he was out or where he went to or why. He did things purely on comfort and solidarity alone. Nothing seemed like it would fix itself now; not after what happened earlier that night.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Lucas slowly became awake by the annoying alarm clock that was placed on his night table. He still felt numb even after a restless night's sleep. He couldn't help but think about her. After all she was the one that he loved, that he longed for, that he cared for.

He lazily got out of his warm bed and got ready for the school day he had before him. Lucas didn't feel like going to school today, especially because of what happened last night. He was sure that he would encounter Brooke's evil eye and Peyton's cold shoulder. He couldn't blame them though, he was always the reason their friendship was on the rocks.

What he didn't understand was why Brooke was so upset this time. They weren't going out and he knew Brooke started to become friends with him as well. He just couldn't figure out why she would be so angry with his and Peyton's kiss.

Lucas was ready a couple minutes later. He was swamped with thoughts and feelings about so many things that it was overwhelming him. He felt exhausted beyond any other exhaustion he had felt after a basketball game or practice. Lucas also felt hollow and broken.

He walked out the kitchen door and to his truck. Lucas drove to school without even paying attention to where he was going-it was like second nature now. He parked in his usual spot and did everything like any ordinary day. But he carried himself differently today.

"Luke?" Someone said behind him. He turned around and faced his best friend, Haley.

Lucas smiled painfully, trying not to make Haley worry about him. "Hey Hales. Long time, no see."

Haley looked over him and searched his face like she always did when she was worried about him. "Lucas, what's wrong?"

Lucas huffed and didn't feel like telling her the whole story, and he didn't feel like telling her the truth either. Everything was too complex to say or do. "Nothing, I just didn't get a great night's rest last night."

Haley kept looking at him. "You're acting different is all. I wanted to make sure you were alright."

Lucas could tell that she was still unsure, but his attention was taken away when he saw Peyton pulling into the parking lot. His throat began to burn and the thought of her rejection last night boiled in his stomach.

"Luke? Lucas!" Haley asked, she followed his gaze and found him staring at a certain blonde. She looked back up at him and saw pain in his face and hurt in his always bright eyes that were unusually dim.

"Luke!" Haley said a little more forcefully and it seemed to have woken him out of his trance.

"Huh? Yeah, Haley?" He said scratching the back of his head trying to act natural, but it was anything but natural.

Haley looked at him in disbelief. "What's wrong with you? You're not the Lucas I know! You never are this gloomy and depressed since-since I don't know when!"

Lucas just hung his head, trying not to look Haley in the eye. "Hales," he started, "I don't even know when I've been like this either." Lucas looked up, but just didn't look at Haley. "I just don't wanna talk about it right now."

She looked at him with pity in her eyes and anxiety also. "Alright, Luke, but you know I'm still here for you, right? Even though I'm married, I'm still here."

Lucas nodded quickly, "Yeah I know." He finally looked at her, "I've gotta get to class." He turned around and ran towards the gym's side doors trying to escape confronting his feelings.

His day went by slow, too slow for his liking. He had crossed paths with Brooke many times and she looked at him like he was the scum of the earth. But what Lucas didn't expect was that Peyton would never even come face to face with him anytime that day. Not even during passing periods, lunch, or at basketball practice. He knew that she was probably trying to avoid him at all times. Lucas couldn't blame her either; she probably didn't want Brooke to hate her even more.

Tweet!

"Lucas!" Whitey yelled at the top of his lungs. "Scott, what on earth are you doing! I told you to block out, rebound the dang ball, and start a breakaway! Not, shoot the ball in your own basket!" Whitey shouted in Lucas's face.

Lucas felt the blood drain from his face when he noticed that he hadn't been paying attention to Whitey. "Sorry, Coach, I just…wasn't thinking clearly."

Whitey took a step closer to Lucas and whispered, "Are you alright? You don't look good at all. Not even before practice."

Lucas shook his head, "I'm fine Whitey. I just spaced out there for a second. When should I start my sprints?" Lucas said this trying to take Whitey's concern off of him, like everybody that day, he pointed that he wasn't acting his usual self.

"Oh, uh, at the end of practice so then you won't have any more of your distractions." Whitey said a bit louder.

Practice didn't phase him, his mind was else where and that caused him to screw up a lot and run a considerable amount of lines at the end of practice.

Tweet! Was all that he heard break through his overflowing mind to tell him to run another set.

"Hustle, Scott!" Whitey would yell every now and then until Lucas heard the long whistle telling him that his session of lines had ended.

Whitey walked up to him and looked him dead in the eye. "Now, Lucas, what's up? You weren't focusing in practice, you double dribbled I don't know how many times and you made a lot of turn-overs alone."

Lucas looked down at the hard wood of the basketball court, "Whitey, I just didn't have my head in the game today."

Whitey looked at him closely enough to sense that he wasn't going to get anything out of Luke. "Alright! But I know that there's something you're not telling me so… I'll leave it at that."

Whitey walked away towards his office and Lucas headed toward the basketball locker room just across the hall. He looked down at the floor as he walked not watching where he was going. He pushed the locker room's door open and quickly took a hot shower and changed.

Lucas slowly walked out to his car, trying to keep himself thoughtless because that was the only way he was able to be calm and fine.

He turned the corner towards the parking lot and ran into someone who was walking on the other side of the corner.

"Oh! I'm so sorry," Lucas said as he bent down to pick up the books the person had been holding, but dropped them from the collision. He saw something that was familiar to him, a notebook with NOFX, me inside your head lyrics. Lucas slowly looked up to find Peyton standing above him with a look of fright, pity, and even hurt on her face.

Lucas slowly stood up and handed her notebooks and books to her. He looked at her for a second, trying to read her. All he could get was complex mixed emotions that he couldn't read too much of. Lucas shook his head slowly as he hung his head slightly and laughed softly in disbelief. He turned back towards the parking lot trying not to get too attached to the girl that didn't want him to see her face for the entire day.

"Wait!" Peyton said when he was just a few yards away. Lucas didn't turn around though; he just stood his ground looking on towards his truck.

He heard Peyton's footsteps walk towards him, but they stopped when they were a couple of feet behind him.

"Lucas," Peyton started, but Lucas stopped her.

"Peyt, you don't have to explain. I think I would understand by now!" Lucas said tenderly, trying not to make himself vulnerable.

"No, I do." Peyton stated quickly and earnestly. "Luke, what happened last night was, amazing! It was, but… I just, I just can't let Brooke down anymore. She's my best friend and like she said, we shouldn't let a guy get between us."

Lucas nodded his head slowly, "Yeah, I know," he turned around to face her. "I just don't understand how we both think of that kiss like something so incredible and wonderful, and never give us a try! We have something that I never felt before, not even when I was with Brooke! I don't know what I would do if nothing between us ever happened; especially after knowing that-that we feel more for each other than we ever had for anyone else." Lucas looked at her in the eye the whole time, "I know that you felt something too, or why else would you kiss me, Peyton?" He asked this with a dangerous twinkle in his eye. He was wearing his heart on his shoulder even after he didn't want to.

She looked at him with tears filling her eyes, but remained silent for a few moments. "Because," she paused trying to gain control but none of it was coming, "I feel the same things you do!"

Author's Notes:

Well that was a heart wrenching thing to write! Now I feel a little sad myself. Please, please, please review! I need your guys' thoughts and feedback about the story! Thanks for reading! Please tell me what you think, too!