Secret Love
Chapter 2
"Why must you go out with your boyfriend on the one day we are able to hang out without any busy schedules getting in the way?" I complained to Peyton, putting on my best 'Brooke Davis Pout Face'.
"Because," Peyton grinned, slipping a shiny black pump on her foot, "We have special plans."
"Wow! You're having sex for the hundredth and fifth time? What a celebration!" I said sarcastically rolling my eyes.
She fell on to my bed. "No, Brooke. Like, going to dinner, and actually having a conversation about things that mean stuff."
"Can he actually having a conversation without brooding halfway through?" I said, crossing my arms across my chest.
I was not going down without a fight.
"Brooke, what's with you and this jealousy thing?" Oh, shit. She couldn't catch me. I could totally lie. I thought Lucas was, er, too blonde? Did that sound convincing?
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
Her eyes grew wide. "I know what it is!"
My life was over. She was going to find out that I was in love with her boyfriend. I would lose my best friend over some guy, she would hate me forever, and he would think I was some weirdo who was obsessed with him. How great.
"You think he's taken your place!" She really had me going there. God damn, Peyton. I really thought she knew. Well, that took a shit load of my shoulders.
"You caught me," I mumbled nervously. I wasn't that great of an actor. "I just, I miss my best friend."
Peyton smirked and hugged me. "B. Davis, you will always be first."
Now, here's where I felt guilty. "Thank you, P. Sawyer."
The doorbell rang, and the moment was over.
Lucas was here.
"Come in, Luke!" Peyton yelled, sitting up.
As soon as he walked into the room, my heart skipped twelve beats. I counted.
He was as handsome as ever, and he was wearing a tux again. He kissed Peyton on the lips, who told him she'd be out in five minutes. He nodded and collapsed on the bed next to me. Our bodies were so close, yet so far away.
"Hey, Cheery." He grinned at me.
"What's happening, Broody?" I replied, smirking.
Old nicknames were fun.
"So, you all dressed up to go on some hot date?" He asked.
I frowned, looking down at my green sweatpants, white tank-top, and green sweatshirts. "Yep, the hottest of the hottest."
He laughed, "Hotter then me?"
No, you're the hottest guy I've ever met. "Obviously."
"Someone I know?"
"Nathan Scott. Total hottie." I grinned.
He made a pained expression. "Low blow, Davis."
"Ah, you'll get over it." I mumbled.
He laughed. "Okay. So, what are you really doing tonight?"
"Well, if it was my choice, I would be hanging out with my best friend, Peyton. Girl stuff, you know going to the mall, getting take-out, watching a bunch of chick flicks, only she has to go out with her stupid retarded boyfriend, so that won't be happening." I pouted.
He chucked. "Oh, come on, Brooke, I'm sure you'll have fun."
"Yeah, no thanks to you."
Peyton emerged from the bathroom, and damn, jealousy was filling my veins. They was Lucas looked at her. The way she looked at him. I felt the need to leave.
"Well, I better be going." I said, getting up to leave.
"Wait." Peyton enveloped me in a hug.
"Yeah, yeah." I hugged her back, and waved good-bye to Lucas.
It completely killed me.
I knew the drill. Whenever Peyton was out with Lucas, she either called me, or didn't call me. She called me, when they'd just gone out, and kissed in his car for a while, and when she didn't call me, it meant that they were having sex.
So here I am, at 2:30 in the morning, dying, because the man I was in love with, and my best friend, were out having sex.
Wonderful.
I am so doomed.
I'm not sure how long I can keep this love secret.