A/N: I do not own One Tree Hill

A/N: So I know I said I had lost inspiration, but today I sat down at my computer, and felt a new chapter just come out. So I thought I would go ahead and post. Next, chapter will be Jake/Brooke/Peyton conversation, but I do not know how long it will take me to write that one. I do have plans for Jake and Amy though. separately, not together.

"Amy, what are you doing here?" The panic is present in his voice.

"I came to see you." She said with hopeful eyes, enjoying the sight of the man she had been sleeping with. "Was that your wife in here earlier? She was a lot prettier in the pictures." Not only had a he chosen to sleep with a woman whom he wasn't married but she was vindictive .

"Don't talk about her." He said it coldly, and she noticed the change in the tones his voice used on her. They were very unlike the ones that he used nearly a year ago, when their affair began. He sat down at the table, trying to avoid a scene, which would only bring his mother over.

"What, she's some saint? She wasn't pleasing you before, what happened, did she learn some new tricks?"

"Amy, dammit, I said don't talk about her. I didn't ask you come to here. I thought I made it perfectly clear that we were DONE doing whatever hell you call what we were doing."

She laughed. "You made it clear you didn't want to anymore, but why should you get to decide that." Her tone changed from ridicule to that of anger. "Lucas, I loved you, and you wouldn't just leave her. You fed me all of these lines about she wasn't pleasing you. She didn't make you happy anymore, and how you wanted to move on. What the hell happened? I think I deserve some sort of explanation."

"You deserve an explanation! You spent 6 months trying to get me in bed with you. 6 months. I am a man, I can only deny my body for so long before your little tricks started playing with my head. You said you only wanted to have fun, and I told you that I wasn't leaving my wife, that I still loved her. I wake up and look in the mirror everyday and I hate myself for what I did to her. Hate that I wasn't strong enough to say no to you, that I screwed up everything."

"So what are you saying. You never cared. You just screw me for a year and when you are done, I just have to pretend it never happened?"

"Yeah, you knew what we getting into. In case you haven't noticed, my wife is very pregnant, so I don't think that is a sign that she wasn't pleasing me. I feel bad that you were involved in an affair, if you have any morals you will look in the mirror and hate yourself too, but I hate myself that I hurt her, she didn't deserve this, any of it."

"Lucas, honey, who is your friend?" Karen interrupted, curiously eyeing the brunette her son was engaging in serious conversation with. She looked like a mixture between Brooke and Peyton and that scared her.

"Mom, this is Amy, she worked with me in New York. She was in Raleigh, and she just wanted to make sure I got settled in well down here."

"Nice to meet you, Amy." She appeared friendly but her insides were screaming for her to kick the woman and her son out of the café.

"She was just going though, you will probably miss your flight back if you don't leave now." There was no flight, but he wanted her to leave. She noticed the seriousness in his eyes, and knew she couldn't get him back today, but she wasn't a quitter.

"Yeah, I need to check in with the company anyway, make sure I finished everything down here that I needed to. That way if I need to reschedule the flight I can." She smiled, pleasured by the discomfort he felt. "It was nice meeting you, Ms. Scott." Karen would have corrected the woman, but just wanted her to leave, whether she knew her last name or not.

"Lucas, who the hell was that? Was that her? The other woman?" She saw the look of shame in his eyes. "Get out! I can't believe that you would do that. You better pray Peyton doesn't meet her, or there will be hell to pay." She continued to ramble as she walked back behind the counter, giving her son a look that allowed him to know her disgust. He knew it was best to leave as she said, so he did.

He began his walk around town, with no apparent place to go. He didn't really have any friends in this town anymore, and the ones he had left had chosen to side with Peyton and he couldn't honestly blame them. He really did wake up every morning hating himself, and go to bed every night in disgust. The only thing that made his life bearable, was the few times he would see Peyton around town. He would never get to talk to her, but gradually the smile on her face would be bigger or more genuine than the last. It made him happy to know that she was slowing healing from the mess he had caused. His favorite times included Jamie, there was something about her smiles when she was with him, that made her look almost angelic. It made her look peaceful, and truly happy, much like the little girl he saw before the day her mother died when she was a child. These smiles and the happiness that extruded made him know that when their child was born, she would be a great mother. He just hoped they could be talking by then. He really didn't want to miss out on anything in their child's life.

His thoughts running through his mind quickened, until one moment made everything stop, including his heart. It was her, through the broken glass of a rundown storefront. But it wasn't just her that had caused his heart to drop. It was the man that had his arms position on her hips. The man who had his wife's arms draped around his neck. The man who had obviously brought a lot of joy judging by the smile on his and her face. He was broken from his trance, when he spotted Brooke looking at him. She simply gave him a smile, as if she were saying, look what you have lost. It was at this point he truly began to realize that his relationship may never mend.