Chapter 2: Unintended

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The second I get into my car I feel like shit. I know I shouldn't have gotten mad at Brooke because she didn't do anything wrong. She was looking out for Peyton like she should've been. I'm an ass. And I'd do anything, I guess, to take it back now because I don't like fighting with her. She's the person I rely on the most, she always has been. So when we aren't speaking it's like I have no one to talk to. But I know better then to go back and apologize now, that would only get her madder at this point.

But I'm gonna make sure to text her in the morning because she does deserve an apology. I probably should have explained to her that I was just mad because Peyton was being a moody bitch (I swear she's PMS 24/7) and my Dad was being the overbearing, controlling ass hole that he always is. Put that together with that fact that I'm an F away from failing English (then getting kicked off the team) and it's been a pretty shitty day. My teacher even assigned me tutor, I'm gonna find out who it is Monday. Hopefully the guy'll just write my fuckin' papers for me. I'd pay him and shit, he'd just have to do the work.

But right now I need an outlet. And since me and Peyton aren't on great terms right now that just means I have to find someone else. Tonight, it's Bevin. If Brooke had given me her address, I could have just shown up but now I have to call her and the girl never shuts up. It's going to be a long ass conversation and I don't have the temperament for that right now. Well ever really, but especially now.

Nonetheless, I fish my phone out of my pocket and scroll through my contact list. And there she is, just before Brooke in my phonebook. I dial and wait for her to pick up, which isn't very long I might add, probably like half a bell.

"Nathan?!" She squeals into the phone and fling it away from my ear. Fuck you Peyton, is the first thing that comes to mind.

I clear my throat, "Bev, where's your house?" I'm clear and direct, straight to the point.

She's probably grinning like a Cheshire cat right now because I just gave her the time of day. It's good to be King, "Where are you now?" She asks huskily, she's trying to be sexy but that voice only works for Brooke. I've seen her use it plenty of times.

"Do you live on Mulberry?" I ask, praying she knows her own address.

She's silent for a minute, "Nuh-uh, street over, second house on your right" She must've thought long and hard about that one.

I got what I needed, "I'll be over in two minutes, make sure you're naked" Like I said, straight to the point.

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"Come back soon Nathan" She winks from her door way.

I barely grunt in response because truthfully, I thought Bevin would be a little better. I mean she wasn't awful or anything and it's not like I haven't had worse sex in my life but Bevin's got a reputation, I just don't think she lived up to it tonight. But part of the reason Bevin looked appealing was because her parents are never home and she's got a full loaded mini fridge. Drinking before driving was probably not the best idea in the world but honestly, it's been a shitty night.

I'm still a little buzzed when I get into my car but the way I figure it is that it's just about two in the morning in Tree Hill, so I'm sure almost every person is in bed by now. There's bound to be just about nobody on the streets. Not this late anyway. As I back out of the driveway, I see Bevin waving at me from the door frame. The girl looks like she's just had the night of her life. What can I say? I'm a pleaser.

So okay I'm gonna admit something, the road's starting to get a little blurry. And on top of that it looks like there are two of each of the white lane dividers. That's not right, is it? But what do I know? Maybe the guy who painted the road screwed up and they just haven't fixed it yet, I mean it's possible. Yeah that's probably it because seriously, I'm one of the few people that can drive just as well drunk (or somewhat drunk) as I can when I'm sober. It sounds stupid to say but it's completely true. Tim even thinks I drive better, just ask him about the bus we stole last week.

I feel my phone vibrating again, when I check caller i.d it says "house" so I decide not to pick it up. Odds are it's either my dad or my mom (since I bet Lucas stayed the night at Brooke's) and personally, I don't wanna talk to either of them. They're annoying and my mom's only going to chew me out for staying out so late and not calling. If it's my dad he'll tell me I'm not averaging enough and that me and Lucas should spend more time in the gym. He doesn't care about my personal health or well being (he probably cares about Lucas' even less) just as long as I can play for the scout. Same goes for Lucas. I don't think he ever thought of us as his sons, more like puppets he'd get to control. His last two chances to live out the dream that was taken from him.

I guess because of how angry I was at my Dad and how consumed I'd been in my own thoughts that I didn't have enough time to swerve out of the way. That's probably also why the last thing I remember is blinding head lights of a Big Mac truck and then the sound of screeching tires. I distinctly remember the smell of burning rubber and a sharp blow to the head before everything else faded into the darkness. And nothing seemed to matter anymore.

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Mornings in Tree Hill are never dull. Especially Saturday mornings, that's when the rumor mills really start to run. It's the day when everyone has nothing better to do then sit around and talk about every body else. "Did you hear about who she slept with last night?" "Oh he's been cheating on her for a while now!" and my personal favorite "She's gonna kill him after he puts her in his will"

So when I see Brooke's next door neighbor (a girl that goes to the Catholic school an hour away yet still seems to know everything that goes on at Tree Hill High before anyone) running towards the house I'm hardly surprised. Probably some news about who the quarterback is taking to homecoming. "Summer's coming" Brooke's in her closet, we were supposed to go to a movie about an hour ago but she still hasn't decided on an outfit. I think she just doesn't wanna see her parents. Even if it's for a second.

But she sticks her head out of the closet, "Really?" She asks me, "Why?" And I'm not sure how I'm supposed to know that.

"Yes" I answer, ignoring the second question because I think it was kind of a stupid one.

About a minute later, Brooke's bedroom door flings open and the petite brunette is standing in the doorway completely out of breath and looking like she's about to have an asthma attack. "Davis! Davis get out here now!" She's hysterical and now I'm a little worried.

I look at her, "Summer what's wrong?" I ask, I don't know her very well but I've met her enough times to know that she's usually not this serious.

Brooke hears it too, so she immediately steps out, "What is it Sum?" She asks in concern.

She looks from me to Brooke before speaking, "Brooke, Nathan's in the hospital" She gets out and the girl has tears in her eyes. I'm not sure why though, since she doesn't even know Nathan.

Brooke on the other hand looks like she might just collapse, I immediately rush over to steady her, "What happened?" Her hand flies to cover her mouth and I can feel her begin to shake.

Summer shakes her head, "I don't know but Deb said that she called Lucas and he wasn't picking up" I knew I shouldn't have ignored those calls from my mom. But I had been so wrapped up in comforting Brooke that I completely tuned out the rest of the world. Now my brother is lying in a hospital bed and I had to find out from practically a stranger. What's more? He's my twin, shouldn't I have felt something, isn't there something about when he feels pain I feel it? An intuitive feeling that just tells me that there's something wrong? Or something gay like that…

Summer senses her displacement, "I just guessed you guys should know" She said before walking back out of the open door.

Brooke removed my arms from around her waist, "Grab your keys and let's go" She says and her voice is so emotionless it hurts.

She doesn't bother changing out of my shirt, just pulls on a pair of sweatpants under them. She puts her feet in those Ugg things that are just about the ugliest thing I've ever seen and motions her head towards the door. "I just don't know why Deb couldn't call me" I hear her mutter and I think that she has because Brooke, like me, has been ignoring calls all morning. But I don't point that out to Brooke.

Once we get downstairs Brooke's parents are gone, Haley is still sitting on the couch though. "What's wrong?" She asks immediately.

Brooke completely ignores her, not even bothering to glance in the girl's direction. "Nathan's in the hospital" I answer her to be polite. I mean she's just concerned and it's nice of her.

Her eyes widen and she opens her mouth to say something but I don't get to hear because Brooke pretty much drags me out of the door, "How many times do I have to tell you not to talk to her?!"

Okay, now that gets me a little tight "Brooke, how many times do I have to tell you, you're not going to tell me who I can talk to" I retort, unlocking my car.

She shoots me a dirty look and I pretend like I care, "You're an asshole" She bites back and it's the same thing she says every time. Honestly, it doesn't even faze me anymore.

I shrug an impassive shoulder, "Oh well" What else can I say? She's impossible sometimes. She has to make everything difficult.

I see her rolling her eyes from the corner of my eye, she's so immature. "Did Summer say what happened to Nathan?" She asks, "I didn't hear anything after hospital" She sighs.

I shake my head solemnly, "I don't think so" I respond, "Lemme call my mom" I tell her, "Fuck" I curse because I remember that I left my phone on her night stand.

She shakes her head, "Here" She hands it to me, "I was pretty sure you'd forget it" She knows me all too well.

I tell her to dial my mother's cell phone number because out of the two of my parents she'd be the one to pick up and be able to provide me with a sufficient explanation. My dad would just be a dick about it and lecture me about something before giving me a few vague details and then hang up the phone.

"Mom its Luke" I say the second she answers the phone.

I hear her breath out a sigh of relief, "Where are you?" She asks me and I can hear the impatience in her voice.

"On my way to Tree Hill General, what's going on with Nathan?" I plead, I don't bother to keep the worry out of my voice. He's my brother and I just wanna know he'll be okay.

She takes an unsteady breath, "He was in a car accident late last night, the doctors…" But nothing after car accident seems to register. Nathan is not better then me at a lot of things (seriously) but driving has always been his forte. Not even that he's a careful one or anything, he's just a natural. He's got reflexes like a fuckin' cat. So what the hell?

"Luke are you there?" I hear my mother ask and I feel Brooke pinching my shoulder.

I throw her hand off my arm "What?!" I demand. My arm's sore.

"What happened?" She narrows her eyes at me as if she has the right to be angry.

"Sweetie, why are you yelling?" God, It's too early for this, "I gotta go Mom, I'll see you in five minutes" I hang up the phone.

She's staring at me, "He was in a car accident" I tell her as calmly as I can, praying she won't break down. I love Brooke, but I can't be there for her when I can barely keep myself together right now.

Thankfully she doesn't and while I was ninety nine percent sure she wouldn't, I'm still glad she's composed, "Gimme your phone" She says, holding her hand out to me.

I don't know why but I put it in her open palm, "I'm gonna call Peyton" Well of course, why didn't I think of that. If Peyton doesn't know already then she should know. He's her boyfriend after all. Well I think. Is this the week they're supposed to be together? I really can't keep track anymore.

"Peyton" I hear Brooke say into the phone, "Nathan's been in an—

But she stops I guess Peyton knows already, "Are you there already?"

Brooke nods, "All right well we'll be there soon" She answers.

"Okay bye" Well that was a quick conversation.

She looks over at me, I can sense how lost she feels. I don't even have to look at her to know what she's feeling, it's like I can already feel it, "Listen baby, he's gonna be okay" I don't know how much I believe that but I will say anything to make things easier for her.

She bites her lip, obviously she doesn't believe me, "And if he isn't?" She asks skeptically.

I enclose my hand firmly on hers, "Then we'll deal" It's the best I can do right now, "But Nate's a lot stronger then your giving him credit for right now" If there's one person that can pull this one off it's my brother.

This doesn't assuage her though, I clearly have more faith in him then she does at this point, "We'll see" I hear her mumble as I park my car in the first spot I see. I guess it didn't register that it's practically the furthest from the main entrance.

Brooke obviously sees that, "Luke the car is a million miles away from the door and its kinda cold" She says edgily.

Usually I have more patience and when she's feisty like this I put an arm around her and kiss her but today is not one of those days, "Sorry Brooke, but I think that five seconds of slight discomfort isn't going to kill you" I get out of the car before she can open her mouth to speak, making sure to slam the door behind me.

"Are you fucking bipolar?!" I hear her yell behind me, "You're such a great boyfriend one minute and a complete asshole the second, what the fuck Lucas!?" Now am I crazy to think she's being unreasonable?

I don't stop to wait for her, "Maybe I'm a little on edge because Nathan's in the fuckin' hospital Brooke" I say back, "Though you don't seem all that concerned" I feel like that's out of line the second I say it.

She gives a mirthless laugh, "God, being a dick must run in the Scott family huh? You can be so much like Dan sometimes…" I can tell she regrets that, but she doesn't take it back. Because that one hurt, the one way to get to Lucas Scott: Compare me to my father.

The rest of the way is cold and silent.

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"Oh thank God, Lucas" My mom must have some kind of telepathic powers because I had barely stepped foot into the waiting room when she flung herself on to me.

I rub her back soothingly, "He's gonna be just fine mom" I say it half heartedly.

She isn't crying or anything but she holds me for a little longer, "Your father's talking to the doctors right now" She tells me.

Great. That's just what they need right now, Dan Scott bitching about how they don't do their jobs. "Any word yet?" I ask for me and Brooke, because while she isn't talking to me right now I can practically feel her itching to ask. She's just too stubborn to do it.

My mom looked up at me, "The doctors say he's out of critical danger but they haven't told me much else yet" She admitted, taking a seat next to Brooke.

I pull a ragged hand through my messier then usual blonde hair, "That's great" I sigh in relief. That's the best news I've heard all day. Now I'm just curious as to what the fuck actually happened.

I sit on the other side of Brooke, she's still affronted though "I'm sorry" I murmur in her hair, low enough for only her to hear.

I feel her tense for a minute, "Whatever Lucas" She's so damn stubborn.

I wrap an arm around her shoulders, "C'mon baby, you know I was just worried about Nathan" I don't feel like I really have to justify myself but honestly, I don't feel like fighting with her.

She stares at me, she's trying really hard to be mad but I can see her resolve breaking "I was worried too" I hear her whisper and its enough for me to tighten my hold. Whatever she says, whatever she does, at the end of the day it doesn't matter when I see her broken like this.

"He's my best friend" Her voice is breaking, she's on the verge of tears, "And my parents, it's been such a bad day" I can barely hear her now but I really don't need to. Like I said I don't need to see her, or even hear her to know what she's thinking.

She hides her face into my chest and I know it's because she doesn't want anyone else to know she's crying. Even though it's completely understandably and one hundred percent justified, she still would never let any one but me (and Nathan) see her like this. I hold her, stroking her hair and placing light kisses on the top of her head. "Promise you won't leave?" Comes her muffled request and I almost laugh at how ridiculous it sounds. I could never leave her, the thought alone seems unimaginable. But I whisper a reassuring "Yes" in her ear anyway, because I know it's what she needs right now.

Finally she takes her head out of my chest and rubs at her face furiously. "Hey guys" I turn my attention away from Brooke for a minute because hovering over us is Nathan's girlfriend and one of Brooke's best friends.

"Hey Peyton" Brooke looks up at the blonde, "Where've you been?" She asks, staring around the room.

Peyton nods her head towards the exit, "Getting coffee and some air" She says nonchalantly.

Brooke nods carefully, "You sure you're okay?" She asks the blonde.

Peyton hesitates for a moment but then bobs her head up and down, "He's gonna be okay right? So I'm fine" She seems unsure, am I the only one who can see that?

Brooke opens her mouth to reply but is cut off by none other then my father, "He's awake" And it's the first good thing I've heard come out of his mouth in a long time.

I get up to go in but Brooke puts a tentative hand on my arm, "Do you think I could go first? I just have some things I really need to say to him" She asks me and I honestly think I'm incapable of saying no.

"Sure baby girl" I smile, leaning down to kiss her forehead, "You just lemme know when your done" She looks up at me gratefully before all but sprinting towards his room.

I see Dan walking towards me, as if this day couldn't get any worse. "You gonna let her do that son?" He asks, lately everything he says to me makes me wanna punch him.

"What?" I ask tiredly, I honestly have no idea what he's talking about.

He just smirks, "Well clearly Miss Davis seems to be the "monkey in the middle" right?" Who the hell talks like that?

I wanna says something but he just walks away from me. Why doesn't that surprise me?

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My tongue feels like a cotton ball, my mouth tastes like a school of fish died in it and my head is throbbing. Yet my father still managed to come here and make it all the more worse. All though I only caught half of what he was saying, probably because of the anesthetics and the residual morphine. I was just waiting until he left though because I just wanted Brooke to come in. I really need to talk to her.

I guess god kinda likes me today because not only did I not die but Brooke steps in, "Nathan" I hear her breathe out as she practically runs to the side of my bed, almost tripping twice in the process.

"Watch the wires B" I say affectionately, but I'm half serious since most of them are hooked up to me and ripping them out would kind of hurt.

She smiles sheepishly, "My bad" She sits next to me carefully.

I try my hardest to grin, my face kinda hurts "Sorry about last night" My voice sounds hoarse.

She shakes her head immediately, "You've always been an ass Nate, that's not what I'm mad about right now" So close, damn it. Here comes the lecture.

"What I am mad about though, is the fact that you got in a fucking accident Nathan!" Ouch, her voice becomes louder and louder with every word, "You could have died" She emphasizes the word as if I didn't know it already.

I try to explain but she doesn't let me get a word in, "What would I have done huh?" She shoves my shoulder.

"Own! Brooke, c'mon" She had to hit the shoulder that they had just popped back in its socket right.

Her face becomes apologetic, "Sorry" She mumbles, but quickly returns to her angry rant, "Nathan, tell me you weren't drunk or high" She demands but at this point if I lie and say "No", she won't believe me if I tell her the truth and say "Yes" She's going to kill me, so either way I lose.

She stares into my eyes, waiting for a response, "I was a little buzzed" I tell her, "But that's not why I got in an accident" I add quickly.

She looks at me cynically, "Oh really?" She kinks that sarcastic eye brow.

"I just wasn't paying attention, I was thinking about shit" I tell her vaguely.

She rolls her eyes unsympathetically, for someone who's so mad I almost died she isn't acting like she's happy to see me, I was expecting a hug. "Like what?"

I sigh loudly and impatiently, "Like my dad and like basketball and like…you" It slips out.

Her eyes widen for a minute and I just don't know how she interpreted this. I don't even know how to interpret it. I meant the fight we had, I think. Right?

I think she's about to say something but she's cut off, by Dan. The one time I'm slightly relieved to see him "There's a line Miss Davis" I don't like the tone of that, at all.

Brooke looks at me again, "C'mon, sometime soon would be nice" He taps his foot irritatedly. Okay, he just crossed the line. He can't talk to Brooke like that.

She looks a little embarrassed as she gets off my bed, I feel like I should have said something right then but it was as if I'd already overstepped my boundaries. It's weird because me and Brooke have never been like that but that's what I felt then. If Lucas was here, maybe things would be different.

Once Brooke leaves the room, I figure my Dad would follow (considering he's already given me his "you won't be playing basketball for four weeks" speech) but he didn't. He just stood there, grinning like an idiot. "She's your brother's girlfriend remember?" What the fuck is he talking about?

I narrow my eyes at him, "What are you trying to say?" I ask him.

He laughs, "She's just a girl Nathan, no point in throwing your career away over her" He's making no sense but it's getting me extremely angry.

"You sound crazy and I think you're in the wrong hospital" It sounds pretty weak, even to me. But I just got in an accident.

He shakes his head, "I know you got in to the accident because of her Nathan, I mean its pretty obvious you've always had a "thing" for her" The asshole actually used air quotes, if Brooke was here she'd completely call him out on it then laugh her ass off, "But she isn't worth throwing away your career" He says again.

"Get out" I growl, "I mean it, just leave before I ask them to escort you out" He looks taken aback for a minute but then plasters that retarded smirk back on his face.

"I know what's best for you, she isn't worth it" That's when I chucked the ash tray at his head. It missed but if he hadn't ducked, I probably would have given him a concussion.

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A/N: Was that too rushed? Sorry if it was, I just wanted to get this up for you guys! Sorry I haven't updated in a while, I've been on Vacation! But I'm back and I hope this made up for my absence.

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