Alright, I don't really like this chapter too much. I just didn't really know where to take it after the first portion. But I hope you enjoy, and I'll update as soon as I can. Thanks once again for everyone reviewing and reading.

Love, Emily


"Listen, I know you're mad at me right n-."

"Really?" His voice cut her off harshly, coldly. He was yelling before even fully into her room. "So you knew I'd be pissed and decided to tell my mom anyway?" He arched an eyebrow at her, never thinking of wanting to yell at her. Thought was erased from his mind, at least as of right now.

"Luke-."

"Is it just me, or do I remember lying right on this very same bed just this morning, telling you I'd tell my mom when I was ready?" She didn't know what to say to him. "Is that a no? Because I could've sworn I told it to someone I trust." His eyes had a different shade to them than usual; the warmth now covered by an eerie dullness.

"Lucas, I'm sorr-."

"Don't say it, Peyton. You're not. Just like you said to me earlier when I tried to apologize for not telling you about my heart condition." A laugh escaped a gap in his lips, "Which is definitely right on. Because right now, the only thing I'm sorry about is telling you in the first place."

"That's not fair and you know it." She stood up to face him, tears threatening her eyes of falling.

"Really? You want to talk about being fair, Peyton? How is my mom not allowing me to play basketball, the one thing that makes constant sense in my life, fair? Enlighten me." His voice was strong, on the verge of yelling at her. "How would you feel, Peyt, if you found out for whatever reason, you couldn't draw anymore?" He calmed down to ask this particular question.

"If that reason could cause my life to end? Then I'd stop, Lucas. It's common sense." She stared him straight in the eyes. "You have a lot of people who care about you."

"Oh, you mean people who have no problem going back on their word?" Tears were slipping through her eyes at his tone, his voice.

"Maybe I thought it would hit you that you had a chance of dying, Luke. I knew if I told your mom, she'd make you stop playing, something you haven't been listening to me about. You're lucky, Luke, you are. You have a chance to fix this. Not everyone gets that chance. My mom didn't, okay?" His shoulders dropped, and his face seemed to soften. "She didn't get to take a pill everyday for her own life. She didn't get to watch me grow up, graduate middle school, see my first cheerleading competition. She missed out on everything, and she'll miss anything else I end up doing with my life. You ask how do you think not being able to play basketball feels? I don't know, I can't know. But how would you feel if someone you loved died knowing you could've stopped it from happening? I'm not going to go through that if something bad were to happen to you from not taking your medication." Her tears were coming faster, keeping her distance away from him. "I wasn't going to sit there and wait for you to decide when to tell your mom. That's another game you're playing, and I'm not going to watch you lose. I'm not going to lose you."

"Pey-."

"So, fine, if you really think I did this to hurt you, then you should just leave. If you're sorry for telling me, then I'm sorry for caring." She stared at him, waiting for any kind of answer, really. Nothing. Her head shook disapprovingly, "Your stuff's on the chair." She motioned her hand toward her computer desk before heading into her bathroom, slamming the door loudly behind her.

He stood still for a few moments, taking all of her words in. She was right, but he was still mad. Saying he was sorry would be a lie because in a way, he wasn't. She betrayed his trust, and although she may have had good thought behind on why, she didn't have the right to, at least in way of his thinking. It wasn't long before he disappeared behind her doorway, heading down the stairs and out the door.


Peyton spent the next few days for the most part, by herself. Haley came by once, and she was soon enlightened of everything Lucas had accused Peyton of. She had no intention of calling him as the weekend progressed, and she had no intention of talking to him as school started back today. She hadn't seen him since he left that afternoon, and as of right now, she didn't want to. He hurt her, again, and this time, it had nothing to do with Keith. It was just him, and it was how he felt about her.

"Hey!" She cocked her head to see Haley walking toward her with a smile plastered against her lips. Peyton didn't share the same enthusiasm, especially not now.

"Hi," She gave off a fake smile before turning her attention back to her locker.

"Still nothing?" Peyton shook her head no.

"I don't really want to talk about it anymore." Haley nodded in understanding, not really sure what else to say. "I just didn't really think it'd bother me so much, you know?"

"You care about him, Peyton, it's going to bother you."

"Well he doesn't seem to believe that." She looked toward Haley after grabbing her books. "Listen, I'm just going to head to class a little early, I'll see you after school?"

"Sure."

Haley watched her walk toward her class, noticing that she walked into the girls bathroom instead. She sighed and turned her head, noticing the one person she needed to talk to at the end of the hall. Lucas.

"Hey, it's been a while, huh?" Her arms wrapped around him, his doing the same to her small frame.

"So go ahead…" His words confused her.

"What are you talking about?"

"Go ahead, talk about Peyton, I know that's why you're here." He caught her, like always. Best friends always knew. Always, not just whenever convenient.

"I just don't see why you're not sorry, Luke, you hurt her."

"And what she did was okay?" His eyes squinted down at her.

"Lucas you accused her of basically purposely trying to ruin your life. How could you think she'd do that? She loves you, in case you're too stupid to see it." Her voice was raising with each word. "Sorry, I didn't mean to say stupid…no, no, in fact, I did."

"Haley I told her to give me time!"

"All she did, Luke, was beat me to your mom. Ever since I found out about your condition, you have no idea how many times I came close to telling your mom. Does that make me untrustworthy too? Does that make you regret me knowing about it?" She pulled him toward the lockers, out of the middle of the hallway. "She loves you just as much as I do, Lucas, I've just had to deal with you longer."

"Hal-"

"And about her giving you time? Don't you think she's lost enough people in her life? Time's not something she's going to risk over a stupid game." She cut him off as his lips tried to talk. "No, Lucas, it is, it's a game. I know it means a lot to you, but what means more? Your life, or a game? Peyton, or a game? Hell, me…or a game." He stayed quiet, surprising her for the fact she may have gotten through. "Not playing basketball isn't the end of the world for you Lucas," she grabbed his face gently in her hands, "but not taking your medication is."