The Other Half: Never Quite Discussed
Fight! Fight! Kiss?
They say the only thing nice about a hang over is when your head aches more than your heart. But for Lucas Scott, that isn't even the case. Two days ago he had a fiancée, one he was ready to marry, and that was until he found out about her secrets. He should've been preparing for his wedding scheduled a week from now but instead he's half passed out, on his bed, the smell of alcohol all over his body, and with a splitting head hang over. Come to think of it, he doesn't even remember how he got home.
Exactly this same time, two days ago, he had Brooke too, but that was until he blew up on her, and it went downhill from there. Now, he doesn't know if his books will ever be turned into a movie. Just how exactly did that happen? Well…
24 hours earlier…
"Are you insane?!" She yelled to him once more, causing him to take a step back. She too was already out of her door.
"I didn't come here to talk about that." He says defensively, trying to shift the conversation to a new one.
"You know what, screw you! All you ever do is hurt the people who care about you!" She says as she poked him on the chest. She really didn't know where those words came from. Maybe she's just so angry with the picture of Peyton crying again because of Lucas, because God knows she's been with the blonde long enough to know that it's depressing.
"Brooke, please. Just listen to me first!" He yells back, but she's already slammed the door into his face. He pounds on it, and to his surprise, it opens again. Brooke steps out, keys in hand. With that, he was left alone.
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"Come on P. Sawyer. Pick up. Pick up." She says as she had one hand on the wheel, and the other holding her phone onto her ear. Unfortunately, no one answered. She next dialed Haley's house.
"Hello?" A little person's voice answered, and Brooke couldn't help at the picture of Jamie holding the phone onto his ear.
"Hey Jamie, it's your Aunt Brooke. Can I talk to your mom?" She says sweetly to him.
"Momma! Aunt Brooke's on the phone!" She heard Jamie yell and she smiled.
"What have you been up to? Are you being a good boy?" She asks when Haley is yet to get to the phone.
"Uh-huh. Daddy told me to stay in my room because the adults are talking. I really don't know what that means. I just went to the kitchen to get some food for Chester when you called." He shares and Brooke couldn't help but think about the adults talking. "Momma's here now. I'll see you later." He says, and then hands over the phone to Haley.
"Brooke! Where have you been! I've been calling, and calling you all day and you're not picking up!" Haley hadn't even let the brunette speak, instead she ranted on how Brooke had failed to answers her calls, all of them.
"Haley! Jesus. Hold it together! I'll answer all your questions later, right now, I need to know if Peyton called you." She says, truly worried about the blonde. The last time this happened, P. Sawyer was a complete mess, and there was no wedding then. She could only imagine the damage now.
"She's here." Haley immediately answered, shifting her gaze to the still crying blonde inside the living room.
"I'm on my way." Brooke simply says and hangs up. You can really count on Lucas Scott to mess everything up.
"Brooke's on her way." Haley told Nathan who just walked in on the kitchen as if asking who it was that she was talking to. He nodded and then looked back to Peyton.
"Lucas is mad about something else. But he didn't tell me." Nathan says and Haley could only wonder what it is, and how grave it is that he'd call off his wedding with Peyton.
"Let's just be here for Peyton. We'll deal with Lucas later." She says as she and Nathan went back to the living room, to Peyton.
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He really didn't know what to feel anymore. Sure, he's mad at Peyton, for the lies, yet he knows Nathan is right too. He does love her, just, not right now, because all those feelings are currently replaced by anger and confusion.
Then there was his dream. He's not able to talk about it with someone yet. He was hoping to share it with Nathan, but he didn't seem to want to hear about his dreams at the time. To have dreamt about it two weeks ago was one thing, to dream about it for two weeks straight is another. He really doesn't know what to make of it.
"Well, well, if it isn't Coach Scott." Skills who just arrived at the River court greeted. He couldn't manage to force a smile, Instead he just nods towards him. "Trouble in paradise?" He jokes referring to the blonde's burst lip.
He just shakes his head, and asks him to hand him the ball, and Skills does. When he takes a shot, it doesn't go in. Skills catches the ball and looks at him quizzically. "You know you're one of my best friends right?" He says and Lucas could only nod. "and you can tell me anything, right?" and he nods once more. "So?"
But he doesn't answer. Instead, he grabs the ball from Skills, he dribbles and attempts a lay up, a lousy one at that, and even then, the ball didn't went in. "It didn't go in Dawg. You know you have to tell me."
Finally, he nods. He remembers back, when they were kids. Skills would ask him secrets, and he'd only tell if his shot misses. That rarely happened then. He's thankful though, because back then, when he couldn't talk to Haley about guy things, he had Skills.
"I broke it off with Peyton." He says simply and he could only see his friend's eyes almost pop out.
"You know I'm not one to pass judgment right? But man, have you lost your mind?!" Skills says as he stood directly in front of the blonde.
"I just found out some things, and I really didn't know how to handle it. I was so angry that I called off the wedding." He shares, as he dribbled the ball. It's a lot easier to tell Skills than tell Nathan. He doesn't know why.
"Dawg, you are screwed! She finally said yes and you go call it off. You're insane. When did this happen?" He asks, and if there were other people there, they must've laughed at his friend's words already, hell, he almost does.
"Just this morning." He's a torn up with what he's currently feeling. He's angry, that's a given, but he couldn't simply ignore that other feeling he's having, like part of him is glad his relationship with the blonde got screwed over.
"Well what are you doing here? Do you love her?" Skills asks, but no answer comes. He take it as his cue to speak again. "Lucas, man, you know I'm not a speech guy, but you are the only one who can save the rest from all this pain and hate."
"What?" He's a little offended by what his friend had said, but he also think he couldn't really hold it against him.
"Who do you want standing next to you? You know, when your dreams come true." Skills asks, recalling a scene that happened in the past in the same court.
"What are you doing?" He asks, but Skills just makes eyes at him, urging him to answer his question. Forced, he said "Yes."
"Are you sure? Because last time, you answered, it was Brooke, then you ended up being with Peyton." Skills muses, then taking a shot.
"Skills."
"I'm serious dawg. You have to stop chasing girls left and right." His friend says as he went to get the ball.
"I'm not." He argues, and somehow, he thinks Skills doesn't really believe what he's saying.
"I know that, but it doesn't look like it." His friend squints at him. "If P. Sawyer's really the one, then go make things right with her." He doesn't answer, instead he just walks away. It makes him want to think things through. Is Peyton Sawyer really the one for him?
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"Peyton!" Brooke called out as she let herself in, not even managing to ring the door bell.
"Doesn't anybody ring the door bell anymore?" She's greeted by Nathan who looked surprised to find the brunette there already.
"I would, but the door's open. Where's Peyton?" She asks when she doesn't see the blonde in the living room.
"She's upstairs with Haley. How did you get here so fast?" Nathan asked, still amazed at how the brunette comes through when it was for her friends.
"I made my SUV fly." She replies, and winked at Nathan. "How bad is the damage?" She asks, before going up the stairs.
"I really don't know. Haley said she'll try to talk to her first." Nathan shook his head, disappointed with what's happening to their lives again. "As bad as calling off the wedding" He added.
"So it's true." Brooke marveled. She really didn't think it was true until Nathan confirmed it. "God, you're brother could be the biggest ass sometimes!" She says, and then rushed upstairs.
She lightly knocked on the door. In such a short time, she's managed to push back her own problems and decided to be there for her friend. "Peyton? Haley?" She calls out when no one answered the door.
When she turned the knob, the door opened, and that's when she saw how red the blonde's eyes are. "Oh God." She mutters under her breath and rushes to the blonde. "It's going to be okay." She says as Haley watched and smiled to her.
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When he heard a knock on his door, he wondered who it could possibly be. He wasn't exactly waiting for someone. He opened it and to his surprise, it was the blonde writer on the other side. "Hey, Lucas. What's up?" He asks, managing to smile to the blonde.
He didn't think what happened next would really happened, but it did. Lucas' fist connected with the bridge of his nose. The next thing Julian knew, he's got a bleeding nose. "What the fuck man?!" He cursed and scurried back to his apartment.
"Okay." Lucas says as he shook his hand. That actually felt pretty good, but that doesn't mean he's forgiven Peyton for sleeping with him. Although, that's the only part he's heard – that she slept with him.
He then leaves before Julian can come out to take a swing at him. What a coward. Yeah, that's what he thinks he is. So when he can't think of anything else, he decides to head to the one place he think will help him forget.
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"Jesus P. Sawyer. Now I don't know what to say anymore!" She says. She's managed to slightly lighten the mood, but when she heard about what Peyton told Lucas, she's not one to judge.
"I was really paranoid and Nathan said he found out something that made him upset. I though that was it." The blonde replied and Haley remained speechless. She's a little undecided if she should be mad about it too.
"About that, who told him again?" Brooke turned to Haley as Peyton looked at them both blankly. When Haley denied it, it only meant Nathan had a slip.
"You know what he's mad about?" Peyton asked, eager to know what had Lucas upset in the first place.
"He kind of found out about your love confession for him to me during high school…" Brooke's voice drifted off, unsure if it was really the best time to tell the blonde.
"Oh." It was Peyton's only reaction as Brooke eyed her sympathetically. Haley on the other hand had other things in mind.
"So you dated him when you and Lucas broke up. Were you in love with him?" Haley asks, and the blonde's lack of a direct answer only confirmed that she was.
"Hales! They were broken up! It's not like she cheated on him with Julian!" Brooke argued, not aware of what her word could open.
"Yeah, like how you slept with Nathan when he and Peyton were broken up right?" Haley spat back. She never really forgot about that tape, and her words are proof of that.
"Stop! Stop it. I don't want us to fight too." Peyton says, managing to stop Brooke from answering back. It was then too that Haley realized she shouldn't have said what she said.
"You know what, I'll talk to Lucas for you. He wants my forgiveness." Brooke says, disappointed of how her day is unfolding. Peyton tells her not to leave, but she refuses to stay, and Haley, she's still feeling stupid about saying what she said.
"Brooke…" Haley's voice drifts off, only catching a glare from the brunette.
"Save it. Just…I really didn't think you'd still be bitter about that until now. I know you're just making sure you have Lucas' back, whatever."
"Brooke…"
"No, he's being a hypocrite if he's mad at Peyton for trying to be happy. Damn it, he almost married Lindsey." She finished and leaves the door. Now, that really didn't turn out well.
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"I didn't expect to see you here tonight." His smile is goofy, and even though she's glaring at him he could help but smile from ear to ear.
"Whatever. I'm just looking for Lucas." She's not one to engage into flirting right now. Not after what Haley said, not after what she found out about Peyton's problem and definitely not after Lucas storming into her store and shouting at her.
"Oh." It was his initial reaction. Trying to hide his disappointment, he puts of a smug face. "He's right at the end of the bar." He says then point to Lucas who looks like he's past the number of shots he can handle again.
She could say she isn't worried about him, because she is. Eyeing Owen and glaring at him (again), Brooke walked towards Lucas. "Lucas! What are you doing?" She asks, having to yell because of the loud sound playing.
He looks at her and he slurs. "My life…fucked…I…loser." Brooke couldn't really understand it anymore. She knows just about a glass or two more and Tric will have a passed out Scott, and she doesn't want that.
"Okay. I'll just shout at you tomorrow. How about you let me take you home now." She says as she hooked one of his arms around her, and tried to carry him. To her surprise, he didn't really fell much of his weight, she wondered why, and that's when she saw him.
"Did you really think you can carry him?" Owen rolls his eyes at her, and quite frankly, she's a little impressed. Lucas is finally seated on the passenger seat.
"Thanks, Owen." She says in her raspy voice, and Owen only nods.
"You'll just have to manage to carry him in later." He says and she only rolls her eyes. That's very true indeed.
After much effort, and a couple of time of almost falling, Brooke finally managed to drag Lucas up to the door. "Okay, where are your keys?" She talked to herself as she reached in to his pocket to see if they were there.
"There you are!" She says when she found them. "You so owe me a lot Lucas Scott." She says when they finally got in. She hears him slur words but she could hardly understand them.
"Okay. Good luck with that hangover tomorrow." She says as she huffed and tried to catch her breath about to leave already, when he grabs her hand and pulls her to him.
"Lucas—" She tries to argue, but what happens next completely surprises her. His lips were on hers. She can smell the alcohol from his breath, and everything went in slow motion for her.
She closed her eyes, she wanted to cry right at that moment, knowing he'll never remember about it in the morning, or maybe that's the good part. She responded to the kiss, but thinking about how stupid it is, she pushes him away.
"Brooke…" She heard him call out her name, or was that just her imagination. The next thing she knows, he's passed out. She immediately rushes outside his house. She knew she shouldn't have taken him home by herself. She should've asked Owen to come with her. She sped off on the streets. She didn't know what to do anymore.
Suddenly, as he was left to recall what happened last night, he remembered how he got home, rather who brought him home.
A/N: I know, this one took so long. School's just been murdering me with lots of paper and well, you know how that is. Anyway, like always, please review! :)
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