Brooke was furious. Still in her red dress, she practically stomped off the train. "Welcome to Tree Hill, North Carolina." The announcer said. Brooke let out a huff as she hailed a taxi.
Once a driver pulled over, Brooke threw herself inside. "Karen's Cafe'." She said, not in the mood for small talk.
The driver simply nodded his head. Exactly seventeen minutes later, the cab pulled up to the dimly lit cafe'. "Thanks." She said, throwing the driver a twenty dollar bill before getting out of the cab.
Not bothering to accept the change, she charged up to the cafe', and opened the door. Brooke took notice of Karen and Lucas eating chilli.
Lucas looked up, hearing the door jingle. He was shocked to see Brooke Davis. "Brooke." He said, barely above a whisper.
Brooke looked at Lucas, furious. She thought that the second she saw him, words would come to her. They didn't. "Don't." She said, taking a step closer to him. "Don't say a word."
Lucas swallowed the lump in his throat before nodding his head.
Brooke blinked back the tears as she spoke. "I was in love with you, Lucas. Do you know what you did? You CHEATED on me with my BEST FRIEND." She took a deep breath before continuing. "Now, I moved on. I'm happy, and having fun. You shouldn't be ALLOWED to ruin that for me. You're NOT allowed. I won't let you." Brooke let the last part out as a whimper, letting a single tear cascade down her cheek.
Karen looked between the two before standing up. "I'm gonna uhh...go." She said, grabbing the empty bowls, and dissapearing into the back of the cafe'.
Brooke put her head in her hands. "I'm in love with him." She said, almost in a whisper.
Lucas's eyes shot up to meet hers. "You're WHAT?" He asked, not believing his ears.
Brooke choked back a sob. "I'm in love with him, Lucas. I'm begging you not to do this to me."
Lucas looked at her, a confused expression on his face. "Do what?"
Brooke let out another heavy sob. "Don't make me love you." She swallowed before continuing. "I love you, Lucas. I do. And I love Chris. The only difference is that when I'm with Chris, I'm happy."
Lucas felt tears sting his eyes. "And when you're with me?" He asked, not wanting to hear the answer.
Brooke shrugged. "All I feel is hurt, and betrayal..well..that's what I used to feel. Now when I look at you, I see my friend, the guy I used to date. My first love." She said the last part with a small, sad smile playing on her lips.
Lucas leaned over and kissed her. The kiss was gentle at first, growing more passionate. Brooke got completely caught up in the moment, not stopping.
Brooke pushed Lucas off of her, a few minutes into the kiss. "I can't do this. I'm sorry." She said, sorrow and regret flooding her features.
Lucas nodded his head, hoping the tears wouldn't fall from his eyes. "Brooke, you were my first love too."
Brooke laughed a little before taking the seat next to him. "No I wasn't, Lucas."
Lucas looked over at her in confusion.
Brooke noticed this, and continued talking. "I wasn't your first love. Ya see, I know this curly haired goldilocks girl, and I'm pretty sure that SHE was your first love...maybe even still is." She said, through her tears.
As much as it had hurt her to see Lucas and Peyton together, she couldn't deny the connection they had.
Lucas looked down. "Brooke.." He began, but Brooke put her hand up to silence him.
"Luke, she was in love with you too." Brooke said, trying to make him feel better. "I was just..an obstacle. I won't do that again, Lucas. I'm happier with Chris than I ever have been. Please don't tell me you love me just to win some...testosterone battle."
Lucas grabbed Brooke's hand. "I really do care about you, Brooke."
Brooke nodded her head, letting a few more tears escape her eyes. "But you don't love me." Was all she said before standing up and walking out of the cafe'.
Once she reached the fresh air, Brooke ran towards her house. There was no way she would be able to go back to New York tonight.
After ruining her new pair of Coach Sandals, Brooke arrived to the mansion she calls home. Opening the door, she didn't even bother to call out to her parents.
They had already left for California. As a matter of fact, nothing was in the house. It was completely bare.
Brooke blankly walked around the house, remembering. She remembered everything from being bit by a stray dog in the backyard when she was eight, to crying her eyes out in her oversized bedroom over Lucas Scott at sixteen.
Sitting in the center of her livingroom, with four candles, Brooke took out her cell phone. Dialing the number she had grown to know by heart, she heard the voice that she so desperately needed to hear.
"Hello?" Asked the voice.
"I love you." Brooke said softly.
The masculine voice laughed. "I love you too, Munchkin."
Brooke rolled her eyes. "Puh-lease, Chris. Shutup."
Chris ignored her, continuing to laugh. "What's up? Where are you?"
Brooke paused. What was the best thing to do? Should she lie about following Lucas, or should she tell the truth?
"I uhh..." She began. Closing her eyes, she regained her composure. "I got a phone call from Peyton. She said she missed me, so I decided to have a surprise slumber party." Right after she said it, Brooke silently cursed herself for lying.
"I gotta go. Manicures and stuff." She said, trying desperately to choke back the sob that was forming in her throat.
Chris laughed. "Yeah, I should go too. I'll talk to you later, Davis."
Brooke nodded her head. Closing her eyes, she spoke. "I love you."
Chris laughed. "Yeah, yeah. Love you too."
With that, Brooke hung up the phone, chucking it across the room. It hit a wall, smashing into a million tiny pieces.
Brooke wasn't sure why she was so upset. Was it because she lied to Chris? Was it because Lucas kissed her? Was it because she didn't stop him? Was it because for one split second, she enjoyed it?
Brooke angrily grabbed a stool that was left from the painters and chucked it across the room. "AHHHHHHHHH!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, letting her anger out.
Chris smiled through the phone. "Yeah? Well tell goldilocks I said hi." Was all he said.
Brooke let a tear escape. Why did he trust her so much?