"So pretty girl, what's on that brilliant mind of yours?" Lucas said while taking a bite of his baked potato.

Brooke finished swallowing taking a bite of her steak and washed it down with her Chardonnay. "Honestly Luke, you don't want to know." Her relaxed manner turned quite tense and she had a little bit of ice in her eyes.

"Hmm what?" Lucas' brow furrowed, unsure as to what to say and confused as ever. The night had been off to a great start, he wasn't sure where this was coming from.

"Look Luke," her voice got stern, "when I saw you in that bar, I had a million emotions on my mind. I had a sense of fleeing hatred followed by uneasiness and excitement, that quickly turned back into hatred."

Lucas was paralyzed and speechless, he had no idea what to say and he didn't know if he even should speak, so he let her continue. He soon realized that was not a great idea.

"When the dreadful day happened, we were juniors. 17 and young, we had gone through a great tragedy, but for real Luke, we were 17. You acted in a way that was truly distasteful and disgusting, not to mention immature. You turned the hardest day of my life into your chance to completely break me. Yes, you were hurt, yes, you suffered a great loss, but how was I ever to forgive you. I saw you in the bar and knew I had to do something. I had to figure out if what you did could ever be forgotten, and news flash, it can't. I'm graduating college in a year, and I now know what I deserve. I met a great man, and he is the love of my life. He encouraged me to see if anything could ever be something, platonic-wise of course. Now Lucas, I am moving back here after graduation and I will be visiting because I miss my little Jamie. We will be in each other's lives and even though there is something I wish I could do about it, there is not. I hope you are feeling at least one one-hundredth of the pain and confusion you caused me. I hate you. And that will never change, just know that."

With that, Brooke calmly and swiftly exited the restaurant, everyone's heads following her as she just smirked. She got into the car that was waiting for her and drove off.

Back in the restaurant, Lucas sat there, absolutely stunned. He had tears in his eyes and he felt beaten and broken, but mostly embarrassed. He looked around and the attention from the audience has turned from Brooke onto him. He didn't care. He knew everything Brooke said was true. He knew that he had played victim when he was more of the villain. He knew. He paid the tab, which Brooke had no doubted ran up. He walked out of the restaurant full of shame and out $500 dollars. There was no pride or money left for an uber, so he started his 9 mile walk home.