Here you go, Chapter 8 now.
This chapter is all on Lucas.
Italics will be Lucas' thoughts.
Early next morning Karen was just leaving for work when she was running out the door she almost stood on something: a photo frame with a picture of Haley and Lucas. She thought it was strange for it to be outside but she just out it inside and then went off to work.
Meanwhile Lucas was at school and was being treated like a king because he had won last nights basketball game. He had scored 36 points and Nathan had scored 20, he knew he was better than Nathan and this gave him an energy boost when he was on the court, it made him try harder: he had to be the best.
As everyone was praising him for the game he began to think that most of the people who were congratulating him, he didn't know at all. He didn't know their name or what grade they were in. They were only speaking to him because he was on the basketball team. That's when it all fitted into place, it wasn't him that the people liked, it was the fact that he was popular and was good at basketball.
I bet I would never have gone out with Peyton if I wasn't on the basketball team.
Yes he was happy that everyone liked him, but he wasn't sure he liked the reasons why he was liked. He would prefer to be like for a good reason not because he can put a ball through a hoop. It saddened him that none of the people actually knew him, they never knew what his favourite colour was or his favourite food was. They didn't necessarily care either, they just wanted to be around him, maybe so they could become popular or because they wanted a date with him. He smirked at this idea, he had been on lots of dates since joining the basketball team, it was funny how a game could change your status so much in high school.
The only person in this world who knew everything about him was his best friend Haley James, he had a cheek to still call her his best friend, he was mean to her and was horrible but she was the one who was always there for him. She had always truly cared.
Later when he went home after school, his mum has asked him to come into the kitchen.
"Yeah Mom?"
"Why was a picture of you and Haley on the doorstep?"
"A picture of me and Hales?"
"There it is over there, beside the pasta"
He stared at the picture, he remembered the very day it was taken just like Haley. However he still had no clue as why it was lying on the doorstep. As he continued to look at it, he began to miss Haley's big smile; he hadn't received any really sincere smile lately. He missed how she always listened to his problems even though he had messed up most of the time and she always made him feel better. He really did miss everything about her.
As he reminisced his past and thought of how he had thrown away a sixteen year old friendship, just so he could play basketball. If he could turn back time, then he would do it all differently. He would still have Haley and maybe he could have played ball at the same time, but it didn't matter anymore.
He knew why Haley had left the picture on the doorstep; this was her giving closure to the friendship. Giving him back the photo, showing she didn't want anything to do with him, she was through with him. Maybe he could change her mind; maybe they could be friends again. He could do with one sincere friend to keep his feet firmly on the ground. As he undid the hinges on the back of the photo frame to remove the photo he saw a piece of paper inside; he unfolded it and there was writing upon the paper: it was a letter.
Hope you enjoyed. I know rubbish, but this had to happen. I know it's really quite short aswell, will get longer in the next couple of chapters.Please do review if you enjoy the story, thanks to Music-Is-Me for the many reviews and BrucasLeyton4ever.
Next chapter will be up soon.