Chapter 3

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Present- Graduation

"I'll see you after," he said to Brooke.

"'Kay," Brooke said, distracted, all of a sudden she bumped into someone, "Sorry."

"It's fine, sorry Brooke, I wasn't looking where I was going," the guy said.

"It's okay Jake, don't worry about it," she said a little depressed. Seeing how almost all of her friendships had fallen apart, well except for Haley. She had no problem with her. Haley could even be called Brooke's best friend, seeing as how her former one stabbed her in the back.

"Good Luck, Brooke. And congrats on the scholarship to NYU, they won't know what hit them," Jake said, genuinely caring.

"Thanks Jake, California won't know what hit them," she said, getting sadder and sadder, tears forming in her eyes.

"Oh, I'm not going there anymore. I'm headed to Florida, you know, it being in the opposite direction of Pe-," he said stopping, feeling that pain shoot through his heart, "just decided against the sunshine state," he covered, nonchalantly.

"But California was always your dream," she said, "don't let her take that away. Anyway, I must go give the speech of my life, well at least high school. Keep in touch," she said, hugging him.

"You too, Brooke, You too," he said, walking to sit down in his seat.

"You ready Brooke Davis?"

"I'm ready Scott Jones, let's graduate!"

Peyton's Room- Senior Year

"Okay this needs to be the best party this class has seen," Brooke was explaining.

"Brooke, how any more of these things are you planning," Peyton asked.

"I don't know, like 3 or 4. Why?"

"Can't those be the best ever, why can't we just throw a fun little party at Tric without it having to be the best? That always adds more stress Brooke."

"Because, Peyton, they are like my babies," Brooke said. Peyton letting out a laugh. "Are you going to help me, or not?"

"Yes Brooke, I will help you, can it wait til tomorrow though?" the blond asked.

"Sure. Why? Got a hot date with Jake?" Brooke asked getting her 'girl talk' face on.

"No, just have something to do," she said, being very vague.

"What's up with you lately?"

"What do you mean Brooke? I've been the same ole me for as long as I can remember."

"You just seem distant, is something going on that I don't know about?"

"No Brooke, nothing is going on," Peyton defended. Then her cell phone went off. Looking at the caller id she instantly rejected the phone call.

"Who was it?" Brooke asked.

"Some private number, don't worry about it, I'll see you tomorrow, kay?" Peyton asked, blatantly trying to get rid of her. The phone started ringing again. This time, Brooke got a peek.

"Luke? Why is Luke calling you at 11 o'clock at night, Peyton?" Brooke asked, now getting suspicious.

"Nothing, we're working on a project together, he's probably calling to figure out the details," she lied, "Nothing's going on Brooke, I swear."

"On our friendship?" Brooke asked seriously.

"You're kidding me, you want me to swear on our friendship that nothing's going on? You're crazy!" Peyton exclaimed.

"Sorry Peyton, but a lot of weird things have been happening lately. You start locking your door, Luke starts getting awkward while kissing me, me and Jake actually having an actual conversation, without verbal sparing. Get my drift."

"I haven't started locking the door, what are you talking about? And when do you have this conversation with Jake?"

"Wow Peyton, this is a record, even for you. Lying to me 3 times in one night. I came here the other day, Jake was sitting on your porch. Why, you ask? Cause the door was locked. We both looked for the spare key, it was gone, we both knocked frantically on the door, I even threatened to break it down. Then Jake went on to tell me that it's happened a couple times before. Also don't even try and tell me that you weren't home, your car was in the driveway. I then started talking to Jake, saying how this was unlike you, but I guess that's wrong. Cause it is like you, now I guess. You're lying Peyton, and it isn't like you, you're not my best friend. The Peyton I grew up with, you're different," Brooke finished, with tears in her eyes.

"People grow up Brooke, you should realize that."

"I know that Peyton, believe me I know, but growing up changed you apparently, and I don't like it."

"How did we get on this topic again? Cause I'm pretty sure when you came here you were planning a party."

"There is no party, idiot, just lately it seems I need a reason for coming here, seeing as how you're so busy all of a sudden," Brooke said almost threateningly.

"With what Brooke? Locking my doors?" she asked sarcastically.

"No, my Boyfriend," Brooke said, walking angrily out of the room, and down the stairs. Not missing the look on Peyton's face. The one that looked like she had just gotten slapped.

Little did both know that during their little fight, Luke called 3 more times, and by then was already on his way over. Him not realizing that his Girlfriend was there.

As he walked up the steps to her house, the door went flying open and an angry Brooke stomped out.

"I'll talk to you later," she snarled, and ran home, upset and in tears.

"Brooke, what?" he was cut off, when she was no longer in his sight. He went in the house, up the stairs, and into Peyton's room. Closing the door. Her light turned off.

Meanwhile, down the street…

Brooke was running, well walking as fast as she could in her heels. When someone grabbed her.

"What the hell?" she asked, turning to see whom it was. "Jake? Hey, you almost gave me a heart attack," she said, wiping the tears from her eyes.

"Sorry, I was calling you from down the street, you weren't paying attention."

"Oh sorry, I was kinda distracted. What's up?"

"I was just on my way to Peyton's, where were you off to in such a hurry?"

"Away from Peyton's, we had a fight. I may have accused her and Luke of cheating on us."

"Brooke you know they wouldn't do that. They love us, we love them."

"Sometimes, I think love isn't enough."

"How about the trust we have for them to go along with that love?" he asked almost jokingly.

"It's just not enough Jake. I have this feeling, and it won't go away, and all I really want right now is to go home, curl up in my bed, and cry myself to sleep. Punishing myself for being the worst friend in the world," she said, breaking into tears all over again.

"Brooke, stop crying. You're not the worst friend in the world," he said, wiping away her tears with his thumbs, caressing her face.

"How? I just accused my best friend of about 18 years of stabbing me in the back. I'm horrible," She said, trying to turn her face and cry some more.

"Brooke, look at me, look at me," he said, grabbing her face again, "you're one of the best friends anyone would be lucky to have, okay? Stop putting yourself down."

"Jake," she whispered, their faces getting closer and closer. Their lips just millimeters apart. She closed the distance, knowing in her mind that it was wrong. But it felt so damn right. They stayed like that for a minute, at least what felt like a minute, lips caressing. Jake eventually deepened the kiss, letting his tongue caress hers. She moved her arms to around his neck, while his stayed at her face, cradling it in his hands. They eventually broke apart.

"Wow," Brooke said breathlessly.

"Yea," he said, keeping his face close to hers.

"This is wrong Jake."

"Why does it feel so right?"

"We can't do this, I go accusing someone of cheating, and then I go and do it. I can't. I just can't."

"Brooke, we both did it, it's not like it was only one sided. I kissed you too. And I liked it."

"We can't like it Jake, we're not allowed, we love and trust them, and we're giving them a reason not to trust us."

"For once Brooke, think with your heart. Not your brain. Does this feel right to you, or are you going to run back to Luke? After full knowing that if you went back to that house and went in her room and found him with her? Would you still love him?"

"Of course not, but they aren't, Jake, they aren't together."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Then why is Luke exiting her house?"

She turned, to in fact, witness Luke exiting Peyton's house, fixing his clothes and running a hand through his already messy hair. Turing on the sidewalk, walking in a different direction then they were. She was shocked to say the least.

And that's when everything went black.

How was that…weren't expecting that one were ya?

I couldn't think of a name of the guy she was with, but i couldn't let it be Jake, not yet atleast.

Well that's the latest…I was actually crying at parts. And smiling at others...

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