"There are moments in our lives when we find ourselves at a crossroad, afraid, confused, without a roadmap. The choices we make in those moments can define the rest of our days. Of course, when faced with the unknown, most of us prefer to turn around and go back,"
- Lucas Scott
A/N: Hello everyone, I would like to apologize for the lack of posting in the last few weeks. Like I mentioned I am currently on vacation with my boyfriend for the next month. I have not had time to write or publish any chapters. I am trying my best to write and post as much as I can during my vacation, but it's kind of difficult because I want to spend time with my boyfriend as I do not see him as often as I would like (long distance is hard lol!) and I also want to spend time away from social media, but as selfish as that sounds I also want to be able to post chapters that you guys would enjoy and like. This chapter is definitely my LEAST favourite, but I am currently writing the next few chapters as I speak. Trust me they are will interesting, to say the least. Anyway, enough of my rambling. Enjoy!
Chapter 3
May 7, 2006
"You and Haley are so cute, Nate," Brooke commented, plucking a strawberry off of her pile. Her lips were already stained a pretty red colour from the fruit.
"You know who else is cute, Brooke?" Nathan asked. Brooke shook her head. "You and Lucas," he teased.
Brooke rolled her eyes. "Not as cute as you and Haley," she assured him.
Nathan opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, the door to his apartment opened. He turned around and they all spotted Lucas.
"Hey, Broody," Peyton said, teasing Brooke at the same time.
Brooke's cheeks soon changed colours to match the shade of red on her lips. Lucas couldn't help but look at her beautiful, full, strawberry-red lips. He shook out of it.
"Hey, Peyton," he answered coyly. "Brooke, Nathan."
Nathan didn't look at him but instead teased him by saying, "Hey, you might want to pick your jaw off the floor. And you might need to do something about your blush. Your face is as red as Brooke's lips."
Brooke let out a giggle, and Lucas blushed even more. "I think it's cute," she assured him.
Peyton laughed. "I'm going to go outside. I'm finding it really awkward watching you two eye-sex each other," she said bluntly. Peyton turned and went on the balcony with her book.
"I'm going to get coffee for all of us. I'm out. I'll be back soon." And with that, Nathan grabbed his keys off the island and walked out, leaving Lucas and Brooke on their own.
Breaking the silence, Brooke moved the bowl of strawberries to Lucas. "They're really sweet. Do you want one?"
"Hello, Haley. The usual?" the barista at Karen's Café asked.
Haley smiled to see her there. "Yes. And a blueberry scone, please," she ordered.
"Coming right up."
Haley fidgeted and looked at the albums up front at the coffee shop, standing away from the counter. Before long, she noticed that her scone and coffee were being given to her. However, they were not handed to her by the tattooed hands of Kimia. They were handed to her by callused, yet gentle hands. She looked up. It was Nathan.
"The barista asked me to give this to you," he informed her, his blue eyes kind.
She took them out of his hands, barely containing her blush. She could've sworn she felt the electricity in between their fingertips, as cliché as it sounds. She jumped very slightly but smiled at him. "Thanks. Do you want to sit down?"
The question lingered in Nathan's mind for a moment. If it were anybody else except for Haley, he probably would've said no. But he just couldn't shake this feeling he got around Haley, which, dare he say, he had never gotten around anyone else in his life. "Sure."
They sat down in the nearest booth. Nathan had gotten his own coffee. Haley felt a little awkward, not knowing what to say.
After about thirty seconds of a long, awkward silence, Nathan spoke. "So how did you meet Brooke and Peyton?" he asked.
"I've known Peyton forever. We grew up next door to each other, but we really became friends during high school. We connected through music, and I joined the cheerleading team and from there, our friendship blossomed."
Nathan nodded in agreement.
Haley laughed, recalling a memory. "I remember the moment that I realized Peyton was my best friend. I think it was during my senior year. Some ex of hers—a guy—started calling her offensive names in front of everybody. I punched him so hard his nose started bleeding. It was the first time I ever got in trouble at school. Peyton said I was an idiot; I told her I would do it again for her, any day of the week."
"I met Brooke around the same time that I met Peyton. She was the one actually who convinced me to join the cheerleading team," she continued.
"What about you. How did you meet your friends?" she asked curiously.
He sighed. "Jake and I have known each other forever. We met in high school. He was in my class. "And I met Lucas through Jake, but I think you already knew that."
Nathan nodded. He smiled at Haley, who smiled back. For some reason, he couldn't get that stupid grin off his face.
Haley laughed. "That's nice. What did they do?"
"There were a lot of ditzy girls in my class. One of them asked what a diagonal was," he added.
Haley looked at him, trying to tell whether or not he was kidding. "You're not serious, are you? In a college math class?"
He nodded. "I wish I could say I was joking."
Haley laughed.
Brooke was lying down in her apartment with her cell phone in hand. She was speaking to Peyton at the moment.
"We so majorly need to talk about Haley. This is a dilemma; a BIG quandary,"
Peyton, in her room, was amused. She was drawing another sketch to add to her collection. "When did you start using such big words, Brooke?" she asked.
Brooke shrugged and sighed. "One day I just got really bored and read a dictionary. I wanted to use some big words on Haley one day and see what happens. I think that she might have a nervy conniption. Or should I say, nerdy conniption."
Peyton laughed. Her feet were propped up on the wall in her bedroom.
"Can I come over?" Brooke asked, a pout taking over her face.
"Sure."
Just as Brooke was about to hang up, Peyton got her. "Wait, Brooke!"
"What?"
"Can you stop by the corner store and pick up a pint of Phish Food?"
Brooke groaned. "Fine. But you're really lucky you're cute," she grumbled.
Peyton smiled. "Oh, and while you're at it, can you get a pregnancy test?" she called out, hoping Brooke heard.
Brooke gasped,"Peyton Sawyer!. When I get to your house, we are talking about this," she scolded as if she were Peyton's mother.
Twenty minutes later, Brooke walked through the door. She opened the freezer and placed in a pint of Phish Food while leaving one out. Peyton already had two spoons. Brooke took out a brown paper bag which held the pregnancy test. Peyton reached out for it.
"Ah, ah!" Brooke scolded, pulling it away from her. "You're not getting this until you spill. Which means that you're not eating your Phish Food until you talk."
Peyton pouted. "The Phish are melting. Tick, tock. I'm nearly as stubborn as Hales,"
Peyton quickly grabbed the test out of Brooke's hand, dashing away with it in one quick move.
"Hey!" Brooke followed her into the bathroom. Peyton groaned when she saw Brooke in the bathroom with her.
"So are you going to dish?" she asked.
Peyton rolled her eyes. "I don't kiss and tell, B. Davis."
Brooke didn't stifle her laugh. "That was a good joke, P. Sawyer. Now tell me, you slut."
"You're not getting closer to the bacon," Peyton informed Brooke.
"Just spill it, Bitch,"
"That's not really a term of endearment, and you're not getting any closer so…I'll pass," Peyton said. Brooke groaned in irritation. She frowned. "You can't even tell me who it was? When? Why? Are you dating someone?" she asked eagerly and curiously.
"I wasn't aware we started a game of twenty questions," Peyton retorted.
"You're so mean to me, Peyton Marie Sawyer,"
Peyton looked away from Brooke. "Fine. It was that night I got really wasted. When we were with Haley, Rachel, Jake, Lucas, and Nathan?" Brooke nodded. "I was really drunk and I kind of sort of…stumbled into Jake's apartment and we had sex," she explained.
Brooke gasped. Her eyes were wide and shocked. "You and Jake? I would've thought me and Lucas or maybe even Haley and Nathan, but you and Jake? Oh my god!" Her face then fell. "Do you realize that everyone is getting laid except for the two people who need to get laid, like, right now?"
"You did it with Lucas?" Peyton asked, her voice not really surprised.
"We got this close," Brooke began, her thumb and index finger a centimetre apart for good measure, "to do it, but you interrupted. God, it's always the little people who make the best birth control methods; the normal size people are too scared to corrupt your innocence, so we have to abstain altogether, no matter how hard we want to—"
The timer went off for the test, interrupting Brooke mid-sentence. Brooke picked up the test and found the finally found the highlighted result.
"Ready?" she took her hand. Peyton nodded. "It's positive."
She couldn't respond. Instead, her mouth dropped open. Brooke smiled and gave her the courage to smile and accept the good news.
"Holy shit," she finally said. "I'm gonna be a mom."
"So, who's the lucky dad?" Brooke teased.
Peyton shot Brooke an evil look and she quickly shut up. Then she smiled and pulled her into a hug.
Haley woke up the next morning. Her hand stretched out, looking for her fiancé, but only touching the cool cotton sheets. She couldn't help but feel disappointed. Clay always did this when they got into a disagreement. Some part of Haley was holding out for change, but she feared that this would never happen.
Disappointed, she got up and went to make herself coffee. Her phone began to ring just as she sat down and began reading. She was a little agitated but figured it must've been Clay and was hopeful. For some reason, she was even more excited when she saw it was Nathan calling.
Haley attempted to keep all the excitement out of her voice. She answered as coyly as she possibly could. "Hello?"
"Hey, Hales, It's Nathan," he said.
Haley smiled to herself, but her voice stayed as calm as ever. "Hey, Nathan. What's up?"
"I just wanted to know if…maybe you wanted to meet. It was really great talking the other day. I really enjoyed talking to you," Nathan responded.
Haley couldn't keep herself from smiling like an idiot. "It was nice talking to you, too. Did you want to meet today?"
Nathan sounded surprised like he wasn't expecting her to say yes. Frankly, Haley didn't quite understand why. He was a lovely person. "Well…I…I…today works for me," he said finally, stuttering initially.
"Great. Do you want to meet at a diner? Five-ish?" she said hopefully.
After hanging up on Nathan, Haley smiled and began to prepare for this non-date date.
Haley! You're engaged. You're right…but Clay is being an ass. It wouldn't hurt to make him just a little jealous.
…point taken.
Haley sighed as she stepped into the shower and let the scalding hot water wash away all her reservations about this.
She shuffled through her wardrobe, looking for something to wear when the doorbell rang. Using the security system that Clay had gotten, she saw it was Brooke.
"Come in, Brooke!" she shouted as she opened the door for Hanna.
Seconds later, the bubbly brunette walked into Haley and Clay's room and saw Haley in the closet. "Hey, Hales, what are you doing?" she asked.
Haley groaned. "I'm looking for something to wear. I'm meeting Nathan,"
Brooke gasped. Haley stared at her blankly. "What?" she asked.
Brooke shook her head. "Nothing, but…good little Haley is going on a date when she already has a fiancé?" she asked in shock.
Haley rolled her eyes. "It is not a date. It's just…two friends meeting for dinner at a diner," she insisted.
"Whatever. It's a date, Hales,"
"Is not!"
"It totally is!"
"Is not!"
"Is not!"
"It is!"
Brooke stared at Haley in victory. Haley glared at her. "I see what you did there. I hate you," she growled. Brooke simply laughed. She proceeded to shuffle through Haley's closet. Haley stepped aside, letting Brooke work her magic.
After a minute or two of searching, Brooke pulled out a red sundress. "Be bold, Hales, I promise you, it'll be worth it," she promised as she thrust the dress into Haley's hands. She got closer to Haley, whispering as if someone could hear them. "And between you and me, I already know that you're trying to impress him. I assure you: this dress will impress him."
Haley glared at Brooke but changed into it anyway. Brooke waited outside, looking around the couple's bedroom as she waited. She looked around Clay's bookcase. Wow, he's more anal than Haley. Here, I thought it wasn't possible. She picked up a book at random. It looked nerdy and fat and stuff. Great Expectations. Interesting. She shifted the book from hand to hand. Out slipped a piece of paper. She picked it up and saw that it was a phone number with the name "Sara" written above it. There was only ever one time where she found a phone number with a girl's name on it in a boyfriend's pocket or something. Suffice to say, that was not Brooke's boyfriend anymore, and they were never getting back together. Hold up! What is this bastard doing behind Haley's back?!
"Brooke! Can you zip it up for me?" she heard Haley call from the closet. Brooke jumped and placed the book down, taking the phone number anyway. This boy had some 'splaining' to do.
Once Haley was all ready and everything, Brooke's feels were swelling. She was witnessing the beginnings of a power couple. Now, she just had to remove that one person from the equation…
"Have fun, Haley," Brooke prompted.
Haley smiled. "Thanks, Brooke,"
Peyton didn't stop pacing around her apartment. Brooke was seated at her kitchen table. Peyton was really nervous.
"What am I supposed to do, Brooke?" she asked nervously.
"You have to tell Jake. Secrets grow just like babies, and you can't do this alone."
Peyton shot her a look. "Thanks, Brooke. That's really helpful. What am I supposed to do if it's true?" Peyton inquired.
Brooke was insistent. "Tell Jake! He seemed like a nice guy," she said.
"All guys seem like nice guys when you're drinking alcohol. What do I say? 'I know I just met you and we sort of had drunk sex one night, but I'm carrying your child'? How do you say that to someone, Brooke?" Peyton asked furiously.
"I don't know, okay? I've never really been in the same vote, so I can't really offer you any advice," Brooke said snippily. "I'm sorry, P. Sawyer, but if you are carrying a baby inside that tiny tummy of yours…you're going to need help."
Peyton sighed and sat down next to Brooke. "I know. Brooke, I'm so scared. What if he says that he doesn't want anything to do with this?"
"Are you sure that it's Jake's?"
Peyton nodded. "I haven't had sex with anyone else in months. I think I would've known if I was pregnant for months," she said.
Brooke hugged Peyton tightly, as she was shaking.
Haley nervously walked into the diner. Truth be told, she expected Nathan to be late, so she was surprised to see him waving towards her in a booth in the back. She smiled and walked over to him.
"Hey," she greeted, still smiling brightly.
"Hey. It's good to see you again," he said.
She smiled. "You too. I just feel like we should finally get to talk to each other without the fancy cheeses or the really loud, obnoxious, and terrible music between us," she joked.
He laughed. "So you thought it was terrible, too?" Nathan asked.
She nodded. "I hate bubblegum pop," she told him.
"What kind of music do you like?" he asked. Haley shrugged. He gave her a look. "You can't just know what kind of music you like."
She shrugged. "Indie rock? Alternative rock? I definitely don't like bubblegum pop. It's too…" she began, searching for the right word.
"Mainstream?" he offered.
She nodded. Before she could witness Nathan's reaction, she began solving the crossword puzzle on the paper mat. She was good at them.
Nathan watched her in amusement. He was okay at crosswords, but she was better. Much better. "You're pretty good at crossword puzzles," he said finally.
She looked up at him and smiled. "Well, I'm a genius at Scrabble. I've been solving crosswords since I was eight years old," she explained. She smiled deviously. "Even the Sunday ones."
He grinned. "Ooh. You must be amazing. You solved the Sunday ones."
They both exchanged a laugh. Only then, Haley noticed the coffee beside her. She noted it as Nathan raised his own cup to his lips. "Thanks for getting me coffee," she said as she took notice.
"You're welcome."
Haley shyly went back to her crossword puzzle.
"So what do you do now?" Haley asked as she poured the fifth cup of coffee. Nathan promptly took it away from her. She glared at him.
"I think you've had enough, Hales,"
She sighed and rolled her eyes. "This liquid heaven is how I made it through my senior year in high school. I ran on, like, four hours of sleep every night," she explained.
He winced. "I really don't think that's a good thing."
She sighed. "Well, whatever. I'm perfectly fine now."
He shook his head dismissively. "You asked me what I do. I'm an NBA Player,"
She seemed impressed. "That would explain why you're so good at basketball. You're gifted."
Nathan smiled. "Thanks. Some people think it's stupid, but…I like it," he told her.
"You're good at it. And if you love it, that's the best. I had a job that I hated when I first got out of college, so I quit. And now, I'm not doing anything. I've been looking for something that I really enjoy doing, but my fiancé suggested I live a life of leisure since there's no real need for more money," Haley explained.
"That must be nice…not having to worry about money," Nathan commented.
Haley shrugged. "It's comforting, but it's boring. I'm the kind of person that can't just be still. I have to be doing something. I stayed at home for one day and I was already going stir-crazy. I can't imagine even a week, much less the rest of my life." She thought for a moment. "He hasn't been that supportive when it comes to what I want to do," she thought aloud. Instantly, she regretted it. She was spilling her deepest thoughts out to a total stranger.
And yet, Nathan made it seem so easy for her to do that.
"Have you talked to him about how you feel?" he asked gently.
She shook her head. "Sometimes I feel like…I can't talk to him in that way."
He examined her. She seemed to be thinking intently. That, or she was just staring off into space. "I don't mean to sound like a complete ass or make assumptions about your relationship, but what kind of a relationship is that?" he asked her.
Normally, Haley would automatically snap into defence mode. But being with Nathan was much different. She actually listened to what he said. "I don't know." What's so special about Clay? "I guess he was the first person I ever dated that my parents ever accepted. And I just…I like him so much. He's a sweet, kind person," she insisted.
He nodded acceptingly. But you never mentioned that you love him.
Haley looked down like she was ashamed. It was something Nathan noticed. "What's wrong?" he asked.
She shrugged. "I don't know. I'm just really scared that I'm going to lose him lately. It's like nothing I do anymore is right. But I guess I'll admit that I've been feeling different lately," she added.
That wasn't a good thing. It sounded like something his mother would say about his father. Right before she killed herself. "What do you mean?"
Haley began to tremble, and she felt a lump rise in her throat just thinking about it. "He's been gone, and it's all my fault. I keep pushing him away. Like, I was talking to you the other day in the coffee shop, and I was late. He stormed off and went drinking with his friends. He never came home. And before that, he got angry at me because I abandoned him to hang out that night at the bar with you and everyone else," she told him.
Nathan examined Haley with his blue eyes. Haley was trying to avoid being in his gaze, not even daring to look up since she knew she would crack under pressure. "None of those things are your fault. You're allowed to have friends apart from Clay. It's okay to have a life outside of your house. Maybe there's something else going on with Clay," he suggested.
"I don't know. Maybe."
Haley finally looked up at Nathan. It was if the storm had passed. She looked completely fine. "Anyway, I should probably get going, Nathan. It was so nice meeting you," she insisted as she got up and threw money down on the table.
Nathan began to protest but Haley was practically out the door by the time he got to. She seemed to be in a hurry.
Haley closed the door to her apartment. She found Clay sitting on the couch, reading. It was a scene she had walked into several times before. This time, though, it was different. Things were eerily…abnormal. It was like there was a tension in the room which only she could feel.
"Clay. You're home," she stated. But the way she stated it made it seem more like a question. Truthfully, Haley was shocked.
He sighed and finally noticed Haley. "I know, Hales. I was wrong. I'm sorry. I just needed to escape," he insisted sweetly.
For once, though, Haley stood up to him. "This is how you're acting now, but what about when we have a child? What happens when you need to escape and I really need you?" she asked boldly.
"It won't happen again," he promised.
"You say that every time, but it always happens again," she snapped with bitterness.
Clay looked at her, and Haley felt weak again like she was powerless. It was something that Haley James didn't feel around anyone else. "Haley, do I love you or not?"
Haley felt her heartbeat quicken every millimetre he moved closer. She kept fearing a slap or something. "Yes?"
He nodded. "I wouldn't ever abandon you if you really needed it. You know that a lot has been going on. I love you, Hales. And I was hoping that tomorrow, we could get things done for the wedding. You keep asking me about the invitations and everything, and I figured we could get that all settled," he told her.
Haley expelled all of her doubts and fears as she exhaled. "Really? That's great. I've been really anxious to start and everyth—"
Haley was quickly cut off by Clay's lips against hers. She didn't resist at all, but she pulled away after a few moments of his lips lingering on hers. "What was that?" she asked.
"I said that we could start tomorrow, Hales," he said suggestively.
Haley smirked and pulled him in for a kiss.
This is exactly how it's supposed to be. He loves you, Hales. You two just made love. This is right. You're marrying him, and it's right, Haley told herself later that evening as the couple lay in their luxury bed.
Except what Haley didn't realize was that there was a difference between "making love" and just having sex. One implies passion and an actual yearning behind the action. It is a term reserved for two people who genuinely love each other enough to become naked in their presence, in more ways than one. There were no regrets, no sunrise, nor was there usually any hesitation. It was just love. The other can be exchanged between two complete strangers, no strings attached. There was no love of any sort behind it.
Brooke sighed as she fell back onto Peyton's couch. Haley was with them as well. "Can we do something today? I'm going stir crazy, and ever since I found out that P. Sawyer is expecting, I'm strangely in serious need of a couple of shots of Patron. I need a new drinking clique," Brooke said.
Peyton eyed Haley in shock. "What?"
Peyton looked anxiously at Brooke. "That was supposed to be a secret, Brooke!" she exclaimed.
"I'm sorry, but when I don't have alcohol, I have no filter," Brooke insisted.
Haley now turned to Brooke in disbelief. "I think that's a paradox, Brooke,"
Brooke scoffed. "I think it's called an orthodox, Hales,"
"Nope, it's definitely a paradox."
Brooke scoffed again. "Whatever. And Hales? There's no constant need for a genius in the room at all times," she said.
"Can we maybe go out with Lucas and Jake?" Brooke asked finally.
Haley left the room, as they looked at her expectantly. Brooke fished around her bag for the item she was looking for. She pulled out the slip of paper she had found in Clay's book. "Look at this. This was hiding in Haley and Clay's room in his bookshelf," she said, showing them the number.
Peyton bit her lip. "That can't be good," she said quietly. "There's only one thing that can mean."
"Clay is a cheating, lying, good-for-nothing, womanizing…" This rant continued for what seemed like forever. "…evil snake-bastard, and I won't let him get away with hurting my Hales!" Brooke exclaimed angrily.
"How are we going to tell Haley?" Peyton asked.
Peyton shrugged. "I wish we could consult the Dalai Lama about this," She thought aloud.
Brooke seemed extremely confused. "You want to go to Tibetia to talk to the Dolly Llama?" she asked.
Peyton looked even more confused than Brooke at this point. "It's Tibet and it's the Dalai Lama. Anyway, no, Brooke. I'm talking about Nathan,"
"Nathan knows the Dolly Llama?"
Peyton sighed. "Brooke, please go find something to stick in your mouth other than your foot."
Brooke shrugged. "Okay, but I don't think I can fit a whole bagel in my mouth," she commented.
Peyton rolled her eyes. "Moving on, I wish I could talk to Lucas about this, but I know exactly what he'll tell me; stay out of this, you don't know what's really going on with Haley and Clay, and it's not your place to meddle or judge," she recited.
Peyton sighed. "Well, we're meeting up with Lucas and Jake to talk about this. I have big news to tell Jake, anyway," she said shyly.
Haley had re-entered the bedroom and put two and two together…holy crap. "Is it…Jake's baby?" she asked, tiptoeing on the question.
Peyton nodded. "It has to be. We were both drunk, but you've seen 16 & Pregnant. It only takes one night before you have to go through nine months of pregnancy. One drunk, stupid night," she added bitterly.
The girls all walked into the bar that everyone had met up in a few weeks prior. They saw Jake and Lucas sitting down at a booth and quickly sat next to them.
"You wanted to meet?" Lucas asked.
Brooke scoffed. "Well, we wouldn't have called you if we didn't," she said.
Lucas rolled her eyes. "Is someone PMSing?" he asked.
Brooke narrowed her brown eyes at him. "Well, I can tell you one person who sure isn't…" she muttered under her breath.
Peyton kicked her underneath the table. "Ow!" She glanced over at Lucas, who was laughing. "Jerk…" she murmured.
"Love you too, Brooke," he said smugly. She rolled her eyes.
"Okay, this is serious. Can you seven-year-olds call a truce or start a war some other time? We're here to talk about Haley and Nathan," Peyton announced.
Jake nodded. "It's only a matter of time before something happens between them," he assured the other girls.
Brooke sighed. "We were hoping that was the case, but Haley is so stubborn and adamant when it comes to her deadbeat of a fiancé," she grumbled. "She's never going to leave Clay,"
Peyton frowned at the very thought of kicking such a cute little puppy. "I can't help Haley unless she realizes she needs help. She's going to deny that he's doing anything wrong," Peyton reminded them.
They all sighed and thought of something new to do. "We need the only person that she'll listen to," Brooke answered finally. They all looked at her with piqued interest. "We need Nathan."
Peyton shook her head. "We need Haley and Nathan to happen, like right now," she insisted.
Lucas schemed for a moment. "So what we need is for Spencer to get away from Clay, confront her with the evidence, and wait for love to take its course."
Peyton sighed. "What did you not understand? She's not going to leave him." Lucas smiled, which threw off Peyton. "What?"
"You see, Peyton, there's one thing that you're not realizing. Haley is probably this way because of Clay's presence. If we can get her away from him for like ten days, maybe she'll change," he suggested.
"And how do we know that for sure?"
"Well," Lucas began, "I've seen a similar situation in my life before. My own parents. My mother finally gathered the courage to leave my father when he went on a long business trip."
Brooke looked at Lucas and then at the others. "I'm in on this plan," she said. She looked into Lucas' eyes, and he smiled. "Well, who's with us?"
Jake sighed. "I'm willing to try to get Haley out of this."
"I am, too. I want to see them both happy. Nathan deserves this, and Haley deserves better," Peyton explained.
Lucas smiled. "It's a plan."
Peyton smiled and nodded. But then, her face fell. "Well, wait a second. How do we get her away from Clay? He's attached to her like…all the time. He may be a terrible boyfriend, but he's also kind of clingy."
Brooke shook her head. "Love will find a way," she insisted.
Lucas smiled at her.
Breaking the two of them out of their reverie, Peyton groaned. "Ugh, not this again! I walked out of the room the last time you two were eye-sexing each other! I want a drink," she exclaimed.
They all laughed at Peyton's sudden outburst. She flagged down the server.
So there you have it. Peyton's pregnant, and Clay is possibly cheating on Haley. We will find out what Jake has to say about Peyton's pregnancy. Thank you all for the reviews the last chapter. I liked to read what you guys enjoyed and didn't enjoy. I hope you guys liked this chapter. Let me know what you thought of this chapter. Any sort of feedback is welcome!
Guest: Thank you! I'm happy you're enjoying the past sequences and the blooming friendships.
thibbs65: Thank you thibbs! Brooke is crazy about Lucas lol! I was not a fan of season two as well. I am glad we have similar tastes in favourite seasons. It's interesting to know that Haley is your favourite character she is not usually a lot of people's favourite. Why do you like her so much? I think we can all agree that Naley is the best couple on the show the love they have for each other is love that we all want and hope for. I don't think it was necessarily Deb's intention on leaving Nathan with Dan but we all know how controlling Dan is. I think it had to do with her pill addiction and the constant battle with Dan that Nathan was often left on the sidelines. Regardless, I think she still would choose him over Dan and pills any day.
naley12: Thank you!
Kaylaramirez16: Thank you! I will try my best to update SAY as well. I am currently having writers' block because I do not know what direction to take the story in. Also, I can only juggle one story at a time so for right now my focus is on completing this story and then having time to dedicate and write detailed chapters for SAY. I do not post as often anymore as it is plus, I want to give you guys chapters you will enjoy and that are not half done. Do you know what I mean? So with that being said, I will update SAY as soon as I can, but for right now, BA is my focus. Hope you understand!
With that being said, I don't know when I'll update it next, but hopefully, it is soon.
Thanks for reading!
Until next time! Bye! -Sidney