Author Note: As requested, I would let you know the pairings but I am not really sure whoI want to be together. Anyone who has read my stories before know I am not one who usually sticks to couples anyway. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy my story and let me know if you have any questions. I love replys, the more replys the more I want to write. Thanks!

Chapter 2

The Fear In Love

I drummed my fingers atop my stomach and stared at the mirror across from my bed. As I rubbed my hands over my abdomen I heard a knock at the front door. I remained motionless and yelled from the back room, "Yeah! Come on in!" The knock at the door continued and I said once more, "Yeah!" Once again, a knock. I threw my legs off the bed and headed for the door. I put my hand on the cold door knob and slowly turned it.

"Hey." He said, almost abruptly. I was stunned. He was the last person I imagined to be at my front door on a night like this. He put his hand on top of his buzzed, blonde head. I watched lightening strike behind him and I jumped a little.

"Luke," I looked over his shoulder and motioned to him, "Come in." I crossed my arms over my newly enlarged chest and said, "I wasn't expecting you… tonight or… ever for that matter." Trying to laugh at my comment, I smiled a little.

"I just came over because," He paused for a moment. I could tell by the look on his face, he was planning just the right words, "I just… I knew there were some things that needed to be talked about."

"I don't really know what else there is to say Lucas." I walked to the back room of my new apartment and he followed behind me. "You hate me, I don't know how else that can be put," I said as I stood in the door frame to my bedroom.

"I hate you because I don't, Brooke." He put his hands on my shoulders, "I know none of that was your decision and I don't hate you for that. I just need you to know that."

"You can blame us being over on who ever you want, but when it comes down to it, we all know that it was no ones fault but our own."

"Brooke, you know that's not true." He followed me back into the kitchen. "You know for a fact that if your parents had never opened there big, pompous, hoity toity mouths that we would still be together. You can't look me in the eyes and tell me that you think I am wrong. I know you can't."

I stared him right in his big blue eyes and said, "Us not being together has nothing to do with my parents," I took a deep breath and turned away from him and said under my breath, "All though they did make me think…"

"What?" He asked me, turning me around.

"I just said that, I just said that my parents opened my eyes…" I opened the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of water, "Lucas, I have become accustomed to a lifestyle…"

"Oh come on!" He said, throwing his arms in the air, "Back to this again are we? It is always about the money isn't it Brooke."

"It never starts with money…"

"But it always ends with it…" He leaned on the edge of the couch and said, "You had a baby with another man Brooke, I don't see how you can say anything about lifestyle…"

"What are you even talking about Lucas? Whose fault is it? Who are we blaming today?" I screamed at him. "First you blame it on my parents, and then you blame it on me after you said it wasn't my fault. Stick to a story, Luke."

He rolled his eyes and, almost, laughed at me. "You cannot sit her and tell me that you did not sleep with someone else while we were together, am I right?"

I felt my face get hot. I wanted to make him leave. I wanted to kick him out of my apartment. What right did he have to come in here and interrogate me like this? Tears started to fall from my green eyes. I tried to fight them back, but I couldn't.

"Do you think this is an easy time for me Lucas, do you?" I wiped the tears from my life. "Now it is your turn, you look me dead in the eyes and tell me that you think this is easy for me. Tell me that you think it is easy to give up you baby because you are seventeen! Tell me right now!" The tears that were falling slowly before were now making me a complete and utter wreck. I lifted up the bottom of my shirt and lowered the top of my sweatpants. "Do you see that? Do you see that scar Lucas?" I ran my hand over the scar, "That scar is going to be there forever and every time I look at it I am going to remember what I gave up." I gave up on wiping the tears, "Now try looking my in the eyes and telling me that it was easy."

I walked to my room and heard the front door close. I closed my eyes. All I could hear in my head was Lucas' voice over and over again, "I hate you because I don't. I hate you because I don't." I put my hands on my scar and didn't know how I could possibly hurt more than I did right at that moment.

Peyton put her fingers in her messy mop of blonde hair and leaned across the table, whispering to me, "I had no idea Nathan. I never knew… wow." She fiddled with the black band on her wrist and tapped her foot to the beat of the song playing in the café. "I'm… I'm sorry. I know how it feels to lose someone." She smiled a little and said, "Sometimes the people who come and go the fastest are the ones who leave the biggest impact, ya know?"

"Yeah, I guess you're right." I laughed, "That felt good." She smiled at me. "Ever since Haley and I… ya know, whatever-ed…"

"Nathan, its okay." Her smile made me feel like maybe everything was okay, like maybe things could work out. "I'm not going to make fun of you or judge you… okay maybe I will," She laughed, "But not about this."

"I just don't understand. She was there for so long. She didn't leave me when I cheated on her. She stuck around when we found out Brooke was pregnant. She stayed with me throughout all this really… just bad stuff that I did and I come home the other day and all of a sudden… it is over."

"I guess its that whole, "straw that broke the camels back" situation."

"I mean, I guess so." I took a drink from the glass of water sitting in front of me and leaned on the table. "I just don't really get it."

"You are one of my best friends, Nate, but if you don't wanna know what I think then I wont tell you…"

"What do you think? Not like you aren't going to tell me anyways."

"Now Nathan Scott, do I sense a little mockery?"

"Wow, Peyton Sawyer picks up on the sarcasm I am dishing, astonishing."

"So, cynical." She rolled her eyes at me and continued, "I think that this whole time Haley didn't really realize the extent of everything. Brooke being pregnant was just something that people talked about. It was almost like it wasn't real. Then you went to the hospital and then the baby was here and then… the baby was gone and I think Haley was jealous that it was your and Brooke's baby and not your's and her's."

Peyton pulled her cell phone from her black messenger bag and said, "Damnit, Nate, I'm sorry. I have to go. Karen needed me to go to the club to…"

I shook my head and stood up, "Listen its fine. Thanks for listening…"

"And talking?" She laughed, "You're welcome." She winked at me and headed out the door. Before the door could close all the way, it opened again and there she was, Haley.