I quickly revved the car towards the not so familiar street. I had been there very few times. Luckily Tree Hill was a very small town, so everybody knew where everyone lived.
I stood the knocking on the white door of the little house with exposed brick.
"Well, well. Look who decided to show her face outside in public!" She mocked after opening the door partially.
"Why did you do that Peyton?" I shot out immediately.
"Do what, honey?" She spoke sarcastically.
"Oh, you know very well what I mean. Why did you release the Time Capsule?" I asked again.
"Who told you I did that? Do you have any proof of it?" Her voice didn't show even the least bit of shock.
"I know it's you Peyton. You did it to break me and Lucas up, because you want him so bad. But you know what, Lucas is not a thing. He has a mind of his own. And he has made it very clear that he doesn't want you. So get a hint!" I complained.
"So, was the hint when he was with me and not you, or after that?" She tried to pull my strings yet another time. "Brooke, Lucas likes me. You keep him tied around your pinkie and choke the life out of him. A man needs his freedom."
"Lucas, has a mind of his own. I can't force him to be with me either. If he likes you, then have a good life Peyton." I mumbled completely defeated.
I was tired of fighting. Peyton was devious and I was exhausted. Besides, who was I to stop Lucas if he liked her. Maybe, that was all we were meant to be. Best Friends. If Peyton even let us be that much.
Lucas needed space anyway. I was choking him after all. I was feeling so dejected that I felt like my legs were going to give up on me any second. I was genuinely shocked to find myself still standing.
"But why, Peyton? Why go to such lengths?" I asked. I needed to know. Did she truly love Lucas? Because who was I to stand in the way of true love? If they loved each other, then I could learn to be happy for them. All I really wanted was to see Luke happy. And if Peyton was the reason, it wouldn't matter much. He would get the girl and he would get happiness.
"Are you trying to get me to confess for the time capsule, you sneak?" She was quick to reach that conclusion. "Because I am not going to start admitting to anything."
"No Peyton, why do you want Lucas so bad?" I asked again. Getting those words out was hard. They refused to come as my mind refused to even string those words together to form the sentence. I felt like I had just puked in my mouth as they finally managed to fall out. My throat instantly went dry.
"Because we are meant to be together, Brooke. We have the same taste in music and art. Something to which you don't even have far off connections. We are similar, nothing like you." She stated. And all I could think about was how none of those words formed 'I love him.'
"Bye Peyton, good luck." I said as I started turning around.
However, before I could even realise what was happening, I had stumbled to the ground and was rolling as my body tried to come to a halt. It didn't help that I twisted my ankle in the process which was throbbing with all its might.
"It's you who needs the luck. Have fun in your lonely life, Davis." She chuckled before shutting the door.
I just stared in disbelief as I gently cradled my busted knee and swollen ankle.
I tried to get up and stumble to my car, but it was worthless. The pain was too excruciating to walk. So I did what I needed to.
"Nathan. I need your help." I said curtly after he answered his phone on the third ring. I had managed to get myself to sit on the passenger seat of my car till then.
After a long fifteen minutes, I saw his figure walk towards me. I had told him to walk as I needed him to drive my car for me.
"What did you do Davis? And what are you doing here? Do you know who lives in that house?" He asked between breaths the minute he got into the driver's seat. He was panting from running all the way to the other side of town. However, his fatigue did little to hide the worry in his eyes.
"Just drive me home please." I begged as I continued looking out of the window, letting the cool air hit my face.