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That is, he loves Brooke. Not BevinBrookeHaleyPeyton. He loves Brooke with the brown hair that falls into her eyes, with the pink glitter lip gloss, and baby blue painted nails. He loves Brooke who worked all year to get a B in algebra; who gets up at 5:30 every morning to watch saved by the bell re- runs; who has a folder with strawberry shortcake on it; who cries when Simbas father dies, and that guy lets go of the door in Titanic, and when the old people die on that bed in the end of the notebook.
He does not love BevinBrookeHaleyPeyton, and he never will.
He doesn't love Peyton with the secret love for morbid art, who tans so well in the summer, and labels everyone but herself. He doesn't love Bevin with 23 first place cheerleading trophies, who has a sarcastic quip for all occasions, and dots her I's with little hearts because it looks more girly. He doesn't love Haley with the eyes all the boys swoon over and make girls question their sexuality, with the straight A's and extracurricular activities, who is a dream on the dance floor.
Lucas's friends are losers and everyone knows it.
Lucas is the head of the losers. Lucas has blonde hair and blue eyes and wears his shirts somewhat too small. He likes to dip his Oreos in peanut butter, likes special effects in movies that are subtle and not too flashy, Lucas has the softest lips. Even softer than Haley's and she wears medicated lip balm.
Last year, Peyton was too sick to come to dance with me. Bevin was taken away on some exotic cruise with her parents, and Haley had to be with Peyton, who was sick. Lucas sat on the steps of Madam Lisa's school of dance with me and held my bag while I smoked a cigarette and held my lighter in his hand like it was a special thing. He read the specials off of the chalk board from the diner next door and laughed when I told him to shut up. Last year I told Peyton she didn't have to come with me anymore because I knew it took her too long to get to the record store, and I love Peyton too much to make her lose her job. Now Bevin and Haley keep the van running in the parking lot behind Kurt's records. You sell them we buy them. Lucas sat with me while I waited for my ride every Monday and Wednesday, while I smoked my cigarette he held my bag and wouldn't look at my face until a long time after.
Lucas's friends are weird and not like mine. Maybe they make their own four, maybe they are one, but I don't think so. They are Lucas, and Nathan, and Mouth, and Skills. No particular order. Table by the garbage cans.
I don't know his friends. They know me, because Lucas told them. They know what I do, the Four, they know how we are. They know how things work, here, in high school, in the war zone. They know, but Lucas doesn't, so Lucas was hurt when everything happened.
This isn't like mean girls, at all, if any of you were thinking that. Nathan's a loser. Isn't it great? Haha.