AN/ Thank you to everyone who reviewed the prologue and I know there are a lot of questions that need to be answered but they will in due time lol. Also I need to mention that Luke and Peyton have yet to meet.

Disclaimer: I don't own One Tree Hill and the characters that you don't recognize are of my imagination. I also don't own Maroon 5 and their song Wake Up Call or George Forman grills either.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

With each thud it felt like someone is standing on my head and smashing the side of my head in with a sledge hammer. I groaned and rolled over.

"Lucas get the door" I heard a voice from beside me murmur. I groaned louder and sat up. My head went light and my eyes blurred but I got up anyway and slowly made my way to the front door ready to kill who ever is hammering on my door at half eight in the morning.

"This better be important!" I mumbled as I pulled the door open. The sun decided at that precise moment to move out of the big grey cloud it was hiding behind and shine right into my eyes. I cursed under my breath and covered my eyes with my free hand.

"Great he is a drunken bum!" I heard someone snap. I frowned wondering who said that and looked at the two figures standing in my door way and I swear for the second time in my life my heart stopped beating. The first time was when I was told my girlfriend was pregnant and then second, this exact moment, which isn't good for me since I have a heart defect called HCM. I just stared at the girl in disbelief.

"Who the hell was at the door at this time in the morning?" I heard the woman who was in my bed call.

"Great!" The girl said while rolling her eyes this earned an elbow in the ribs from the woman standing beside her. I couldn't help but smile at the girl's actions before looking the woman beside her. She looks about 23, 24 with intense hazel eyes and curly blonde hair that is tied up in a ponytail. She regarded me with judgemental eyes before looking away.

"Luke!" I sighed and turned away from the two females standing in my doorway to see Brooke wearing nothing but one of my shirts. I also then realised that I am wearing only my boxer shorts and felt very embarrassed.

Brooke walked over to me and regarded the two visitors. I knew that I have to tell the truth now.

"Err… Brooke this is my daughter Isabella Lawson and…" I trailed off since I didn't know the blonde woman's name but before I could ask Brooke interrupted me.

"You're what?" Brooke shouted.

"You know daughter as in Lucas here and my Mum got together and here I am" Izzie replied sarcastically. "You sure know how to pick them Lucas!"

"Izzie!" The blonde woman warned.

"Excuse me!" Brooke said, hand on hip.

"You heard!"

"Izzie!" I snaped

"What!" She shouted, turning on me. It was like seeing Amy again but in a miniature version. Izzie hair colour is a lighter shade of brown then her mothers it is almost a golden colour but she has the same angry expression her mother does and still stands the same way. The only physical trait of mine that Izzie has is the same intense blue eyes.

"Lucas I need to talk you now!" Brooke demanded as she yanked me in the kitchen.

"You never told me you had a daughter Lucas… in all these years!"

"We have only been together for two years Brooke and that is on and off" I replied as I sat on the counter.

"So! You still forget to mention the fact that you have a daughter. Are you sure she is yours?"

I laughed and jumped down. "Have you seen her eyes?" Brooke sighed frustrated and crossed her arms across her chest, a tell tale sign that she is not happy.

"Look Brooke why don't you go home take a shower, get dressed, do what your doing and I'll talk to you later" I tried to say in the nicest way I could without making her angry with me. I didn't work. She sent me one of her death glares and walked out of the kitchen in a huff. I didn't bother chasing after her I have more important things to deal with like why my daughter is standing in my living room.

I watched as he walked back into the living room and regarded Izzie silently. He still hasn't got changed yet which is kind of distracting to be honest when all he is wearing is a pair of dark blue boxer shorts, leaving his bare, hairless muscular chest on view. Ok where did that just come from? I asked myself. Im here to inform him not stare at his chest. It was like he couldn't read my mind because he looked over at me and smiled. He powerful blue eyes bored into mine as he walked over.

"Im sorry but I don't actually know your name"

I regarded him before holding out my hand. "Peyton Sawyer"

"It's nice to meet you Peyton. Im-"

"I know who you are" I interrupted as I took my hand back. He just smiled at my comment but before I could continue that Brooke woman, now fully dressed in a white shirt with black knee length skirt, looking very business like barged past him intentionally. Well it had to be since we are standing towards the side of the living room. Lucas just watched her walk towards the door and slam it behind her. I rolled my eyes and caught Izzie sniggering on the sofa. I sent her a warning look before turning back to Lucas.

"Look we need to talk!" I demanded. "Alone"

"Er... the kitchen" I walked past him and into the kitchen. His kitchen is huge and I could tell it was a man's kitchen from all the steel. Steel cabinets, fridge, oven and microwave and to top it all off a large George Forman grill sat by the microwave on his granite topped counter. I laughed and shook my head at it all.

"What?" He asked when he joined me.

"Nothing" I replied as I lent against one of the counters. He regarded me with a smile on his face.

"You like my kitchen huh?"

"Im not here to talk about your kitchen Scott this is serious!" I snapped. He laughed and opened the fridge door.

"Is that my new nickname Sawyer?" I can't believe he is flirting with me right now. Well stop smirking then! A voice in the back of my head demanded. This guy abandoned his thirteen year old daughter for God sake.

"Look Ive been sent here by Amy-"

"What she couldn't come here herself?" He interrupted as he bent down and started to rummage through his fridge. I glared at him but tried to fight off the mischievous little smirk that is itching to make an appearance. He'll regret that later I thought.

"No she couldn't because she is ill Scott and needs you to take care of your daughter" Ill is putting it lightly. He stood up immediately and bumped his head on the shelf. I couldn't help but laugh at him.

AN/Got a little Leyton there but what will Luke do now? Everything will be explained as the Fic goes on promise.

Deanie