Disclaimer: I do not own these character Mark Schawn does. Mwhaha, I spelled it right. I am great. We are going to introduce a new character in the next few chapters, though I don't think my partner in crime knows it yet mwhahah. This story may house more drama than every before. I love drama.

Lucas threw up another basketball at the hoop. He was supposed to take it easy, and he was, but he needed to get his arm working. He has his physical therapists permission to at least push himself a little further everyday until he actually had his game back. He would be ready for the finals. He took a long breath thinking about the past few weeks, how everything was changing so fast, everything from Nicki...he never told Brooke about Nicki! He stopped as the basketball bounced past him. He shook his head lightly as if he wanted to bang his head against the large post that held up the hoop. He was stupid. If they were going to have a relationship, he couldn't keep anything from her, especially something like this. That would not be acceptable.

Brooke pulled her car up alongside the river court easily as if she owned it. She couldn't stand being alone at home, the silence was starting to get to her and drive her nuts. Once she had spotted Lucas she couldn't help but feel like she was his own personal cheerleader. What he is doing? She thought to herself but not getting out of her car just yet.

Lucas turned around hearing the car drive up. He pasted a smile on his face as he made his way quickly over to her. He looked at her through the window a moment simply smiling not sure what to say.

Brooke with a raised brow pressed the button to lower her window as she eyed him with a raised brow. "Alright...I know you're Broody but...you seem even more so now. And don't tell me you aren't being Broody...I know when you are. Plus remember got that extra maternal stuff going on now."

Lucas smiled continuing to look at her, "Brooke..." He let his smile fade as his words did, "I did something..."

"Alright...what's her name what bar did you pick her up at and what did you do with her?" Brooke smirked finding this all to be a joke now. If only she knew how true those questions she just asked were.

Lucas took a deep breath as he continued to look at her, "Her name's Nikki...I was trashed at the bar we went to...right after Peyton and I...and you...and then..." He couldn't let the rest of the words come out. He was being honest. He had to tell her. It had hit him so abruptly that he had did it, and she needed to know.

"Lucas Scott." Brooke spoke his name rather harshly and intended on doing just that. "You were just not going to tell me you...you just decided randomly to get so drunk you didn't know your name and pick up a random bar slut and..." She couldn't finish the words either. That he...that her Lucas could or would ever do something like that ever. In the end though is didn't matter. "You can screw up your own life...but you are not going to screw mine up again...or my child's."

Lucas continued to look at her, pleading with her, "Brooke, I did it weeks ago. I didn't have any time to tell you, and then I decided that there wasn't going to be a right time, so I just told you." He continued to press on, "I had to tell you, I could have continued on without you ever knowing, but what would that have proved."

"It would have proved exactly what I've been trying to avoid." Brooke let her hand drift over to the button to bring the window up again but instead simply let it linger there. "That you are a rat...a rat never to be trusted. And to think...to think I was.." She let her words trail off once more having decided to let him ponder what she was going to say.

"I love you!" Lucas yelled into the car continuing to look at her, "I do love you Brooke. Why do you think I continue to press these type of heartbreaks. I love you, and I don't want to lose you. If you found this out any other way, I knew you'd never see or speak with me again. This at least lets you know that I'm not willing to risk anything."

"You can't keep doing this to me." Brooke spoke silently. "You can't keep toying around with my heart because one day...I'm just not going to be able to take it and enough is going to be enough. Do me one favor huh? Don't lie to me. Don't tell me you love me. In the end it's going to make this a whole lot easier."

"I love you," Lucas stated again quickly. He did really love her.

Brooke sighed softly, she wanted to yell to scream to get out of her car and beat him down but she couldn't. Her body was tired and no matter how hard she tried she couldn't get up the energy. It was if her body was just tired of fighting. Beside, strong emotions weren't supposed to be good for a baby right? "I just don't know if I can believe that. Just as I was starting to give a rats ass again..."

Lucas took a few steps back, "I do love you. Now it's up to you whether or not to believe it." His worse were truthful. He didn't want to hurt her, but it seemed like she was reluctant, and in that reluctance setting herself up to get hurt.

"I don't know what I believe, but I want to believe you...I feel like I have to believe you. They left again.." Brooke glanced out the window shield straight ahead as she reverted back into her rambling. "You better stop practicing before you really hurt that arm."

Lucas looked over at her with a short smile, "I'm just getting my ball."