Simplest Mistake Chapter 1—Doubts
Okay thank you all for your lovely reviews on the last chapter! Miranda and I really appreciated it and we love you all for them! hugs. Second, this chapter is written by me, Ella, in case you haven't figured it out. Third, thanks Cass for looking this over, and to Christina, because she's a leytonner and she still looked this over for us. We love you both!!!!
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I've got to start listening to those quiet, nagging doubts."
--Bill Watterson
Brooke rushed out of class and into the washroom. She had just made it into a stall before she had to hunch over to empty the contents of her stomach. Hearing the door open, Brooke silently cursed—no one needed to see her in this position.
"Brooke are you okay?" Peyton asked opening the door. Cursing again, she let Peyton enter the stall. Peyton was taken back for a minute noticing Brooke's tired eyes and pale, almost greenish complexion.
"I'm fine, I just think I'm coming down with the flu," Brooke smiled to reassure the blonde, but to also reassure herself.
It had been three months since "the incident" as Brooke had deemed it. After she had gotten dressed, she made Lucas swear up and down that they would never talk about it again and then she had left.
"You're sure? You look terrible."
Brooke snorted back laughter.
"Thanks, Peyton. Really, I appreciate it."
"No, you look like Haley when she was first…oh my God Brooke are you—?"
"What? NO! Peyton! No, I'm not. I can't be," Brooke said more to herself than to Peyton. If she was…damn those Scott brothers. But she couldn't be.
"Calm down, it was a suggestion. It could happen. It happened to Haley, you know."
"No, I'm sure I'm not. Come on, let's go meet everyone for lunch." Peyton shot Brooke one more look before following Brooke out into the hall where she was already strutting like she owned the place—and she did.
Everyone knew that Brooke Davis ruled Tree Hill High and no one ever tried to challenge her on that except for Rachel—and look at how that turned out. Pushing what Peyton had suggested into the back of her mind, Brooke plastered a smile on her face, and waited for her blonde friend to catch up to her, ignoring the guilt that had settled into the pit of her tummy.
Her and Peyton had just started to get back on track when "the incident" with Lucas happened. And if Brooke was honest with herself, she needed Peyton. So she pushed the guilt away and just continued on as if nothing was wrong. And so far it had worked. The only problem was that Brooke didn't know how long she could keep the guilt under control.
The two girls walked over to where Rachel was sitting with Nathan and a five and a half month pregnant Haley. Nathan and Haley were fighting about something or other—but not in an 'I hate you, I want a divorce way' but in the cute way that they do. The whole 'I'm carrying your child, you can go get me some God damn gum!' way that couples fight.
"Hey slut. Naley," Brooke smiled sitting down at the table.
"Hey whore. Damn, did you see the new boy? So hot," Rachel replied, her gaze never leaving the other side of the quad. Brooke rolled her eyes.
"Naley? Brooke, we don't even get a separate greeting anymore?" Haley asked, Brooke raising her eyebrows. Brooke shrugged.
"Hush tutor mom, you know you love it. How is the tutor baby anyway?" Brooke asked, placing her hand on Haley's small tummy.
"Nathan's son is kicking up a storm," Haley told Brooke, shooting Nathan an evil glare.
Brooke smiled faintly at the two and her thoughts instantly wondered back to what Peyton had said earlier in the washroom. Haley noticed this and shot Peyton a 'what's up with Brooke' look. Peyton shrugged her shoulders.
"I love how he's my son every time he does something you don't like, but every other time he's your son," Nathan replied shooting Haley a mock evil look.
"Get used to it Nate," Brooke said patting Nathan's shoulder. "Because that's how it's going to be from now on." Brooke continued laughing.
"You think you're funny don't you, Brooke?"
"I know I am, Nate." Brooke laughed flashing one of her dimpled smiles.
"Hey guys," Lucas said coming over and taking a seat next to Peyton. He kissed her forehead quickly and Brooke cringed remembering when he used to kiss her there. Shaking her thoughts off, Brooke put away her barely eaten lunch and stood.
"Listen I gotta get to my office, you know the spring dance is coming up and I need to book the DJ. So Hales, I'll see ya in class. Rachel, I'll see you at home and I'll see the rest of you later."
"Brooke you've barely eaten," Haley scolded noticing her lunch tray.
"I'm not too hungry today, I feel kind of queasy. I'll eat dinner. I promise Hales." Haley nodded her head at Brooke and Brooke took off trying to walk slowly but failing miserably. The sooner she got away from Lucas the better.
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"Did Brooke seem off to you today man?" Lucas asked Nathan while walking into their Chemistry class.
"She was fine Luke. If you're so worried about her then why the hell are you still with Peyton?"
Lucas sighed. That was a good question. He himself couldn't figure it out sometimes. But him and Brooke didn't make sense together like him and Peyton did.
"Look Nathan, Brooke and I are just friends—"
"I'm sure you are." Nathan smirked.
"We are okay? And I don't need you judging that. Peyton is my girlfriend, Brooke is my friend. I love Peyton," Lucas said more to convince himself than Nathan. The truth was that he felt guilty as hell about what had happened between him and Brooke. But you can't change the past and he didn't see the point in hurting Peyton by telling her. Obviously no one was ever going to find out what had happened.
"Didn't you love Brooke at one time too?" Nathan asked leaving the discussion there. Lucas silently cursed his brother. Nathan was supposed to be supporting his relationship—not making him doubt it.
'I did love Brooke once, but I'm with Peyton now, and I love her,' he told himself. Nodding his head, at that moment he thoroughly believed it.
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Brooke silently paced her's and Rachel's bathroom floor. Rachel was off doing some new guy like she did every weekend and Brooke, after school, had driven to a drug store two towns over to avoid being spotted. The last thing she needed was for Lucas or Peyton to see her. Especially after her talk with Peyton earlier that day.
The timer went off and she glanced at the three tests she had bought. Sighing she opened the bathroom door and grabbed her coat.
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Lucas was laying on his bed when he heard a soft knocking on his door. He got up and opened, shocked to find a tearful brunette standing on his doorstep.
"Brooke, what's the matter?" Lucas asked gesturing for her to come inside. She began pacing back and forth, tears beginning to fall down her face, making her mascara and eyeliner start running.
"What's the matter?" he asked again. Brooke turned to face him.
"I'm pregnant," she whispered.
