O.M.G, dude. I haven't updated for a while seeing as I usually update a couple days after each chapter. Hm. Anyways, so sorry about that. I finally had time to update this. I won't be updating as soon since we got SOLs here soon, like two to three weeks to be exact, and people are dumb. Ok then, we already found out what Peyton did to not have her marry Luke. She went with Jake and cheated [big shock there xD] and I promised you a Luke POV chapter so here you go.

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Last time: She knew me. I could keep secrets, but not something like this for so long especially if the person I knew was involved and didn't know it. I let out a soft sigh, putting my phone back and starting the my car I had gotten in. This was a hell of a day. The sad part was, I knew this wouldn't be last of them.

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What Have You Done

What's a word to describe knowing that your ex finace, who left you at the alter by the way, got hit by a car? Got put in the hospital and lost the baby she was carrying, your baby nonetheless. There really wasn't any words for this. There were a couple. Some I wanted to yell at the doctors that would probably be too inappropriate for me to start yelling in the middle of the street. Some I wanted to yell at Brooke. I know she didn't do anything, but she told me it would be ok. Well, guess what, Brooke? It's not ok. Not anywhere close.

Peyton hated me. That's the only reason I can think of that she would leave me at the one place where I had gotten left before. How many times had she said she loved me? How many times did she tell me she had said yes for me proposing the first time? How many times had everyone said we "belonged" together? Well, it seemed belonged doesn't mean what it used to. I used to think it too, hell, I still do. But what else am I supposed to think? The woman I love left me at the alter, she was pregnant at the time too. She gets in an accident and loses my child. Hell, my life's pretty fucked up I can say.

Relationships probably aren't my thing. I slept with a bar slut, i lost Brooke not once, but twice. Lindsey left me at the alter. I lost Peyton like, what, three times or so? Yea. Someone was out to make sure I had no love life. It pretty much sounds right. No girls ever stayed around with me and apparently, I can't have kids either.

What in this world did I ever do? Let's see, I was a pretty good kid growing up. I gave my mom no trouble, I didn't pay much attention to Nathan or Dan. That's as good as you can ask me to get when it came to those two back then. Keith and my mom did a good job of raising me right. I've made a few mistakes here and there in high school, but I've done something to make up for it all, haven't I? I'm Brooke's friend. I accepted Nathan and Haley. I've been there for my friends. I mean, come on! What else is there to ask of me? I'm making a movie for a best selling book for crying out loud. See, I thought that was when all my good luck came pouring in. Peyton was pregnant, we were engaged, living together. My movie was taking off.

And now this.

I had left the hospital after I got the worst news of my life. Besides the day Keith died of course. I needed air. And I had been walking for a good couple hours now. Not exactly walking, I took a cab to the cemetery, I was lucky to even get one right now actually, and went to Keith's grave. Talking to him always made things a bit better. Why? I don't know. Maybe cause I know he's listening, even if he can't give me an advice. I didn't feel like talking to Brooke or Haley or Nathan or anyone. They would just keep saying 'I'm so sorry, Luke' or 'This is horrible'. Yea, I know both of those, they don't need to remind me. Well, Brooke might not, but considering the fight we had just had, I didn't feel like talking to her.

So I ended up here. Walking around the streets in the middle of the night. I couldn't see anyone yet and, if they knew me, they'd know to leave me the heck alone until I wanted to come out. And that's what they better do. I think I spent a good two hours just ranting and talking to Keith's headstone. It was, what? Eleven? Sure felt like it. I didn't keep track. I knew what I needed now, though I wasn't sure if it was what I was supposed to do.

My common sense didn't win over and my feet dragged me to Tric. There was a replacement bartender, seeing as Chase was probably with Mia, funny how I could guess it, and Owen...Yea, I didn't know where he took off. I just knew he wasn't there. I walked until I made my way to the stools, taking a seat and placing my forearms on the bar counter.

"Something strong." I said when Mr. No Name came up. He didn't need to ask, I just knew i needed something strong enough to make my forget tonight at least and knowing myself, I'd pass out right here on the counter. A glass was placed in front of me and I grabbed it, downing the shot in one gulp. Vodka. Very strong indeed. I don't know how many more I took after that. I lost count after 5; that was sad. I just knew that what was happening right now, Mr. Replacement No Name cut me off.

Great. Just great. I'm drunk, with no way to get home except walking. I could try that, though, I'd probably just end up sleeping on the street like a hobo. Instead, my head fell against my arm and I stared at nothing. I could vaguely remember a memory of Peyton finding me here and taking me back home. I was drunk then too. I told her I hated her. Anger filled inside me. Why did I have to say that? Of course I didn't hate her. I loved her, still do. My free hand curled into a fist and I brought it down on the bar counter. I had meant to use more force, but being incoherent and having alcohol in your system apparently makes you weaker. That was one of my two lessons today.

The other: Never fall in love again. Seems like a hell of a good plan to me. Don't love, don't get hurt. Hey, that could be my new motto. It describes me, and makes sense. ... Oh yea, I'm definitely not in it tonight.

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Only God knew what time it was when I heard voices. The bartender, I could recognize his voice clearly in this moment only because i had been begging, almost, for more alcohol for the past fifteen minutes before passing out for two minutes. And a girl voice. It sounded like Brooke, or Haley. But like I said, I was only aware of Mr. Bartender's. I really needed to learn his name. My eyes were still closed to Brooke, Haley, whoever it was, shook my arm and called my name. I didn't feel like dealing with anyone. I could probably tell them I hated them too. I didn't need the reputation for telling anyone who comes to get me when I'm drunk that I would tell them I hate them.

They shook my arm harder and I let out an involuntary groan of aggravation. I wasn't about to get up. I needed to stay here, get more alcohol once I felt I was getting sober.

Whoever the girl was, i hoped it was a girl, called my name louder. She sounded frustrated too. "Lucas!" She yelled and I felt a low growl from the back of my throat being let out.

My one eye that wasn't covered by my arm opened. One person i sure as hell would've never thought to see was there. Sam, Brooke's foster kid. Huh, either she was trying to get away with some fake ID or...yea, that's all i got. I gave her what hoped to be a glare with my one eye, but it probably looked like a fucked up look since I couldn't tell what I was doing. "What?" I growled.

Sam placed her hands on her hips and gave me a look, raising an eyebrow. Whoa, mini Brooke. "Don't you growl at me." She had definitely been spending too much time around Brooke.

"What do you want Sam?" Even I couldn't understand my own words. It was a miracle she did. Girl must be fluent in drunk.

"I'm taking you home." She said simply. Dude, first off, how did she even know I was here? That was too much thinking there. Secondly, how would she take me home? Unless she walked with me the whole way.

Right on cue, as if she could get inside my drunken mind, she spoke. "Don't worry. I already got my permit. I can drive, with some adult in the passenger seat. You're drunk, but you'll do." I couldn't think of a comeback. Shit, I used to be so good at those.

The mini brunette took one of my arms, slinging it over her shoulders and helped me up. I tried to help myself and her out here a bit by trying to at least moving my feet. It wasn't the best, but hey, i was trying. It occurred to me a few minutes later, I was in a car and it was moving. I didn't care who's vehicle it was, but at least I was getting home. Truth be told, I didn't exactly want to spend my night at the club looking like some sort of alcoholic who can't seem to leave the booze.

More minutes passed, and it seemed like two seconds, I was back home. While in the car, I noticed the time. It was two in the morning. My soberness was starting to come up a bit, but so was the sleep and headache that came with drinking too much. So I asked myself this, why was Sam out this late? I would've asked, of course, it would come out as mumbo jumbo and she probably wouldn't answer me. I didn't ask. The doorway seemed so much smaller in this state when I walked through it. This girl had either been around Brooke too much or was a stalker since she knew the backdoor was the door to my room.

I stumbled to my bed, thankful I was here, and flopped down on it; face first. I heard the door open and close once again and there went the girl who reminded me of Brooke only in a bitchier, at times, and smaller version. I had to admit though, I was glad she had come. If she hadn't I wouldn't be home and probably stuck at Tric still. Secondly, she didn't ask questions. She stayed quiet the whole ride. Not something most people would do, but hey, I wasn't complaining.

My eyes were already closed so I let myself stay put, kicking off my shoes as best I could. I drifted, letting the sleep I needed take over. I promised myself the same thing I always did on nights like this. No more drinking like that again. Just between me and myself, I already knew this night was somewhere in my future.

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I didn't know what time it was when I woke up the next morning. It was pretty late though, I could tell that much. I always woke up late after nights like the one before. And speaking of which, here comes the killer hangover headache. I groaned, holding my head and pulling my pillow over my head. This was the bad part. It took me a few good minutes to finally be able to stand the light and make my way into the kitchen. It was a good thing I was alone, God knows I couldn't stand any noise at the moment.

But someone was definitely out to make me miserable, for as soon as I thought this, someone banged on my door. "Fuck."

I couldn't yell so I had no choice but to make my way to the door. I heard who it was before opening the door. Damn people wanna yell. Haley walked in the doorway as soon as the lock was off the door. She turned to face me as I shut the door, my back to her, but I could tell her hands were on her hips.

"Lucas, where the hell were you last night? You had us worried, for God's sake. I left you messages and even sent you some texts." Her voice was raising and by now, I had turned to face her for a second before starting slowly for the kitchen. I winced at the loudness of her voice.

"Would you mind lowering your voice, Haley?" I asked, my voice only a bit above a whisper, and it sounded hoarse too.

Just those little words and she knew of my plans last night. She would yell at me now, I'd tell her to lower her voice; She'd say no 'cause I deserve it. Great. "You were out drinking, weren't you, Lucas?" Yep, she knew alright.

I only shrugged, going to the refrigerator and grabbing the ginger ale I had there, taking a cup and pouring some. I brought the cup to my lips and took a small sip. "So what if I did?" I asked.

Haley sighed and shook her head, watching me and taking a good minute to reply. "This isn't healthy, Luke." Now where was that familiar from? Oh yea. Brooke got to her too. "You need to stop. Alcohol isn't the answer. Tell me. Exactly how much did you drink last night?"

Again, I shrugged. Might as well come out with the truth. "I lost count after five." She raised an eyebrow.

"Beers?"

"Vodka shots."

One exasperated sigh from my best friend. "Lucas," This time I sighed and looked at her.

"What, Haley? I know what I did. I know it was pretty shitty to do that, hell, I feel that way now. But what else was I supposed to do? My life fucked up so was I supposed to come back here and punch walls or be all emo and cut myself with a razor? I doubt you or anyone would want that. Drinking was probably the stupidest choice, but I'm fine. I didn't drive home, someone took me home. I'm fine. I didn't break any laws."

"Brooke?" It took me longer than it should have to figure out she was asking if Brooke was the one that took me home. I shook my head. "No."

Her eyebrows pulled together and I could tell she was trying to figure out who. Truth be told, it was a bit of a blurred memory of who exactly it was who had taken me home. But it came after a couple frustrated minutes. The little brunette girl Brooke had taken in. Note to self: Be sure to thank her without letting Brooke know she snuck out. Although my night out probably wouldn't be kept a secret for long, so why bother keeping it away?

"Then who?"

"Haley, I had God knows how many shots of alcohol, strong alcohol might I add. Are you really asking me this?" I almost believed myself. It was pretty damn true. Never ask a hungover man who took him home. 85% to 90% of the time, there'll be no way they remember. Damn, I'm good.

She seemed to believe me too. Haley gave a small nod and her features relaxed a bit. My best friend placed her palms on the chair in front of her and looked at me. "I think Peyton's doing better." I made a face and thankfully she wasn't looking over. This topic again? Yea, today was gonna suck as well.

"Is she?" I asked, trying not to express emotion. I knew if I showed the slightest, I'd let my whole guard down and it wouldn't be pretty. Once that guard was down, I'd probably abandon everything I was doing right now and race to the hospital and beg her to take me back. She refused me. Not the other way around. I was done. I quit fighting. She wanted me, she'd have to come herself. I'd gotten hurt too much and for far too long by the blonde and her brunette best friend for trying to race after them. And again, Brooke invaded my thoughts. This was starting to become routinely. She came up every time I thought of a dead relationship. I didn't hate her or blame her for anything though. High school was in the past, done with. This was now, 5 years later. We're not teenagers anymore.

"Yea. I mean, a bit at least. I just came back from seeing her. She's still kinda bruised up, but she's trying to be ok. She's strong." I merely nodded. Haley was trying to break me, I knew it; She was trying to make me talk. It wasn't gonna work. I spilled already with Brooke, kinda, but still. She wasn't getting me to talk. The only person I'd talk about Peyton with would be Peyton herself. She would tell me why she left me. I had to know; I had a right to.

"I know she is." Haley sighed softly and I could tell she was about to either lecture me or give up.

"Lucas, you gotta talk to her. She's suffering over this. I know; I've seen her. She's tearing herself up over whatever she did. No, I don't know what she did. I know Brooke went in to see her last night, she might've told her though. But please, Lucas. You're torn up too. I can see it. And I hate both of you like this. You love her and she loves you, you're gonna work through it." Psh, yea right.

"Haven't you heard the expression, Third time's the lucky charm? Yea, it's past three for us, Haley. It's not going to get better. If it was, she would've have left me. At the alter too. And if she had, she would've still at least called during the week that she had disappeared to talk about it, to tell me why she left. She didn't, Hales. It's not happening and I give up on it happening later. It's not meant to be. I'm starting to get it through my head, so should everyone else." She wanted me to talk, there it was. I give. She should stop now. Before she could reply to my rant, I turned my back and my legs made their way towards my room.

Enough was enough. I needed to know. Huh, my own little speech even encouraged myself. Anyways, I was going to find out why she left me. I wouldn't leave that damn hospital until she did. Peyton sure as hell owed me an explanation. Haley followed me but as soon as she entered the room and uttered my name, she was gonna ask a question, I was half way out the door.

At least I could drive now. It took me fifteen minutes to get to the hospital I had been to so many times before and an extra five to get in and find the room my ex fiancé was in. I barged in her room. She was awake and her head turned towards me.

"You and I need to talk, Peyton." I didn't bother with hellos. It wouldn't make a difference, this is what it would come to anyways.

She bit her lip and sat up, nodding a bit and motioned towards the chair beside her. "Take a seat, Luke." It sounded like she was talking to a client. How very nice.

I shook my head, putting my hands in my pockets. I was still wearing the same clothes I had on yesterday. "I'm fine." My voice sounded harsh, even to me. But it didn't seem to be any other way to do this. She hadn't contacted me, and this was the first time I had seen the blonde since she left running down the church. Pictures don't count.

She bit her lip and I thought I saw her sulk down in her bed a little. "You owe me an explanation, Peyton."

Her mouth opened and she stayed quiet for a moment, seeming at loss for words. Finally she spoke. "Lucas, I'm so sorry."

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Buahahaha. I left ya'll wondering what she's gonna say right? I'm so mean haha. Anyways, I finally got this chapter up. I swear, it took me FOR-EVER! I had fun writing the parts where he was drunk. xD Anyways, the next chapter's gonna be a Lucas POV as well and oh yea, Sam was in this! Haha, I said she would be in later on. I got this one friend who I roleplay with on myspace and she's RPs Sam so that's where the inspiration came from. So she'll be on from time to time. I just didn't wanna make it obvious with it being Brooke and all and yes, Brooke will most likely be in the next chapter.

So, enough will my little rant. Review and make me happy? :] :]