Alright, not much to say. The song for this chapter is 'Never Again' by Justin Timberlake.
The Secret

Chapter 4: Never Again

Who would have thought I would have carried extra money with me. And I thought I would have to go to the ATM. I grinned at Tandy, who was the bitch from hell who wanted me to suffer and not get the guy.

Would have given up my life for you

Guess it's true what they say about love, it's blind

Girl, you lied straight to my face lookin' in my eyes

And I believed you 'cause I loved you more than life

And all you had to do was apologize

The Boy Toy auction. One of Tree Hill High's biggest events. Hot boys model, and girls get them.

Of course, since my guy was taken (Damn, Tandy) I had to watch the last four guys perform.

Tim sucks. No offence to him. I don't bid on him.

Jake comes out and I find myself grinning. Why the hell not? "50 Dollars!"

"75 Dollars!" Who the hell yelled that?

"100 Dollars!" If this idiot bids higher then this, I'm going to just bid it all.

"112 dollars!" Oh, well. Her loss.

"200 Dollars!" I yell standing up, a cocky smile on my face. I look in Peyton's direction, who looks somewhat sad. Hm, maybe she wanted Jake. Too bad, she can tell that to my wrists.

You didn't say you're sorry

I don't understand

You don't care that you hurt me

And now I'm half a man

That I used to be when it was you and me

You didn't love me enough

My heart may never mend

And you'll never get to love me again

No, no, no, no, no, no, no

Jake's pretty hot, I must admit. As we leave, I find myself liking him even more then I did before.

Jake even looks pretty happy. A good guy like Jake, that is so what I need.

I smile at him, and interlace my arm with his as we walk towards the limo.

"Woah, Brooke," He looks it over. "You went pretty far this time, eh?"

I grin. "You like?"

He nods, a smirk on his face. "Uh-huh."

Sadness has me at the end of the line

Helpless watched you break this heart of mine

And loneliness only wants you back here with me

Common sense knows you're not good enough for me

And all you had to do was apologize and mean it

"So," He says as we eat together at a small table in the club, "Why didn't you get Lucas? I mean, this is great and all, but aren't you two dating?"

"Let's not talk about Lucas, Jake. I'd much rather focus on you."

"Alright." That's all he says. He knows what pain feels like. He won't push me any farther.

He puts his hand out. "Care to dance?"

I smile and nod. "Sure."

But you didn't say you're sorry

I don't understand

You don't care that you hurt me

And now I'm half a man

That I used to be when it was you and me

You didn't love me enough

My heart may never mend

And you'll never get to love me

Jake's a pretty good dancer. We're having a grand old time.

My lips curl, as he holds me close for a slow song.

How hot is a guy who can dance?

Very hot.

Lucas and I used to dance together. Sometimes, he'd take me to a little park out of Tree Hill where there was a private area. He would bring a stereo, and we would slow dance together, holding each other. He would whisper beautiful things to me, and I would tell him that he was amazing. And he would tell me he loved me, and I would say the same thing back. And before we knew it, we would be inside his truck, where it was warm, taking it a step forward.

It's wish like hell, I could go back in time

Maybe then I could see how

Forgiveness says that I should give you one more try

But it's too late, it's over now

Hey...ooh...ooh...ooh

Jake's great, but he isn't Lucas. After dancing, we head to his house in the Limo.

We're talking about everything but Lucas. And he'll keep it at that.

"So, Jake," I say, a small smile spreading across my face. "When are you going to give me that goodnight kiss?" I say seductively as I shift my body so I'm on top of him.

He looks at me questioningly, like Lucas used to.

"Brooke, I'm not sure we can do this."

"Do what?" I ask innocently as I kiss his neck.

"Brooke," He pulls my head away from his neck, hesitantly. "I like you a lot. But I like someone else."

"Oh." I whisper leaning back. "Who?"

As the words leave his mouth, I feel anger boil up in side of me. "Peyton."

I ignore the anger and give him a fake smile. "Okay, can I still give you a goodnight kiss?"

He grins. "Why the hell not?"

My lips graze over his, and he invites his tongue into my mouth. Our kiss lasts a good minute before I pull away, and roll off of him.

"Your a good kisser, Jake."

He looks at me, sideways, quite content.

You didn't say you're sorry

I don't understand

You don't care that you hurt me

And now I'm half a man

That I used to be when it was you and me

You didn't love me enough

My heart may never mend

And you'll never get to love me again, yeah

I practiced my words as I walked towards him. He was always where he usually was, and I made my way closer to him.

He's confused. He looks up at me. "Brooke, what's wrong?"

"I need to talk to you."

"What is it?"

"I think I'm pregnant."

A troubled look crosses his face.

Again, yeah...eah...

Again, again, again, yeah, yeah...

Never get to love me

We sit in my car quietly. The man I love, but want to hate, and a boy who's just doing the right thing.

He looks towards me, the drug store sign flashing, and he looks down, nervously.

"I'm sorry." He whisperes.

"Me too." I say, before opening the door and walking towards the store.