A/N- Hey everybody! Thanks for reviewing. I think I am going to have an ending that will hurt a lot of you. But I am not saying how. It could be couple related, it might not. Hehe. I love suspension! I still have 1 or 2 chapters still before it's completed.
This chapter is reallllllly short.
It had been a hard morning. Lucas officially ticked off Peyton Sawyer.
He didn't feel up to visiting Brooke at the moment, even if she was his girlfriend. She was the reason for Lucas and Peytons' feud.
But how long could he avoid Brooke? I mean seriously, does he know Brooke Davis? Plus, he didn't want to hurt her.
He parked his car in front of Peyton's place, where he knew Brooke was staying. He wondered how that was going anyhow.
Such a sensitive guy, with flowers, for no special occasion. That's the kind of guy every girl wants.
He pushed the doorbell button down, and awaited an answer.
The door opened and he shouted. "I love you!" Offering the flowers up.
Peyton snatched the flowers and dropped them on the floor.
"Gee, romantics are so cheesy." She was obviously still irritated.
Lucas bent down to pick up the bouquet. "Sorry, wrong girl."
Peyton rolled her eyes. She didn't really have a right to be mad at Lucas. It was his choice who he dated. Honestly, she had no reason to be mad at Brooke. But that didn't mean she was going to stop being a bitch to her.
"The whore isn't home." Peyton snapped.
Lucas didn't like Peyton sassing his girlfriend. He was going to have fun with this.
"Yes she is, she's right in front of me." He smirked. Nobody talks about my baby like that. He thought.
Peyton's jaw dropped. She couldn't believe what she had just heard. Did Lucas Scott just tell Peyton Sawyer off?
"What has gotten into you Scott?" Peyton asked, hiding her tears so she wouldn't look hurt.
"I don't know Peyton, but I'd like to ask the same about you. Brooke told me you said that you wouldn't mind her seeing me."
Peyton shook her head and raised her hands in defense. "I didn't say it like that. Plus, if she were a good friend, I would think she wouldn't see you at all."
"Well you can't expect her to make her life your choice!"
"Oh please Lucas, we all know she is using you for physical pleasure only. Don't you remember the past? She hasn't changed one bit."
Then and there, Brooke walked down the stairs, smiling to see her boyfriend unexpectedly, with flowers in his hand. But the Peyton bitch, she had to go. Or at least that's what Brooke wanted.
She crossed over to Lucas and wrapped her arm around his waist. He was silent. His gaze was locked at Peyton, jaw dropped at what she said. He was now the one that was pissed.
He shoved the flowers into Brooke's hand and shook the girl off.
"Whatever, I'm leaving."
Brooke was so confused. She stood there holding the flowers, looking hurt as hell.
"What the hell was that about Peyton?" She asked the girl who looked amused.
"You've been a very naughty girl, B. Davis." Then Peyton turned to leave Brooke standing there, without an explanation.
This was so not good.