Brucasfanatic101: I know what I'm going to do, but it'll be a surprise, hopefully for the better.
Secret Love
Chapter 3
"God, sometimes he can just be such a jerk!" Peyton picked up a teddy bear and tossed it across my bedroom, anger flaring in her eyes.
"First," I picked up my teddy bear, "What'd Fabio ever do to you?"
"You named it Fabio." She laughed.
"My dad got him from Italy, and Fabio is an Italian name. But that's besides the point. What'd Luke do this time?"
Of course, for all couples, there could be a downside. And for me, this was a good thing, although I would never admit it to my friend who was heartbroken every time.
"It's just , I don't know." She shrugged, turning on the TV.
"It doesn't matter anyway. You'll be back together tomorrow." I sat beside her, and she rolled her eyes at me.
"We didn't break up, Brooke. We just had an argument."
"Whatever." Sorry, just wishful thinking, my mistake.
They were together the next day, kissing , and doing stuff that broody people do together.
I found myself in the library. I know, the library , right? It was the only place I didn't see them.
I sat down on a chair, leaning back and closing my eyes.
"Brooke?" I looked up towards the voice, and a small smile formed on my lips.
"Hello, Jake." He sat beside me.
Jake was cute , and he was a daddy, which everyone had recently found out.
"What's up?" He asked me, smiling.
"Life." I rolled my eyes, and he laughed.
"Things not too good on the flip side, eh?"
I couldn't help but laugh. "No. Not good at all."
"Care to share?" I liked this guy.
"Not really."
He shrugged. "That's cool."
"What's up with you?"
"Well, there's this really pretty girl sitting next to me, and I kind of want to ask her out , but I'm not sure what's she'll say."
Was he talking about me? "I'm pretty sure she'll say yes."
"What do you think she'll say to, tonight for dinner, eight a clock, Karen's?"
"Definitely."
Jake was funnier then I thought. We'd been sitting down talking for the past hour, and I'd laughed about twenty times.
"What time is it?" I asked him , looking around.
"Nine thirty."
I groaned. "I've got to get going. Dinner party at my house."
"Can I take you home?"
I nodded. "I was going to ask you, anyway."
As we pulled up to my driveway, I grabbed my purse, reaching for the door. But deciding to go with my instinct , I turned back to him.
He leaned in , and so did I , and pretty soon, our lips were grazing. This turned into a heavy make out session, that ended when I giggled, saying that I was due in my house just minutes before.
He let me go , and I walked off , feeling good.
But as I closed the door, that feeling washed away.
Because the entire time I'd been kissing Jake, I'd been thinking of Lucas.