I don't have a lot to say this time surprisingly haha. I'm thinking of doing another Brucas story where they, like, hate each other. Yea, I know the storyline's a bit played out, but it'll be starting out from where the OTH gang's 5. It's a bit like my deleted story was. I'm still thinking about it and thinking about the storyline. So, tell me what you think of it and if you have any ideas on it and what I should add or something, let me know. :]

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Last time: 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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Impossible

Sorry. The act of ones feeling regret, compunction, sympathy, pity, etc. This is the main definition for this word. Brooke used it, Haley's used it. I know Nathan has, hell, even Jamie, my little five year old Godson has used it. I know Peyton has, and I'm thinking, for her, it's always the first part. Feeling regret.

It was easy to say I was pissed at the moment. I wasn't feeling down and depressed or feeling like everything was so wrong for not being me and Peyton together. I was probably bipolar, you could call me that. I loved Peyton one second, and now it was like I almost hated her. Do I care at the moment? Not really, no. If I'm being honest, I don't think she's in love with me. Someone who loved someone wouldn't leave them no matter the cause. I guess Lindsey really didn't love me either; she left me at the same place Peyton did. This was just one big screwed up thing. Why me? Again, this was running through my head and my sudden braveness and motion to go get information from Peyton was fading. I had to keep reminding myself how she had left me, how I felt when she did; when she left all those times and I tried to regain the emotion.

"Yea. I know." I curtly replied. Again, my tone of voice was harsh for those three little words. She flinched again and she looked down, playing with her hands in her lap. I waited.

"Just," the blonde I had loved--I don't even know if I'm still in love with her-- looked up at me. Her eyes were looking into mine, pleading for something. It took everything I had to remember what needed my attention. "Just please, let me explain, Lucas."

I raised my eyebrows, giving her a look. I was annoyed. What the hell did she think I've been standing here for? Did she think I came here to just try and talk it out? No, that was done and over with. She lost her chance long ago. Now was the time for her to tell me and get it over so I could know what i did wrong. What we did wrong. Although, if I look over, I find nothing, but she could probably clear it up.

Peyton let out a soft sigh and sat back up again, biting her lip in a nervous fashion. Whatever it was, it seemed like it wasn't going to be good. Then again, something like this would need something really big for a pregnant fiancé to call off the marriage of her supposed loved one the day of the wedding. I crossed my arms. Damn woman was trying my patience.

"I didn't mean to, Lucas. You have to believe me. I swear I didn't. We just...we were...I don't even know. But you have to believe me when I say I love you, Lucas Scott. I really do. I don't know why I did that, but it happened and I couldn't live with myself for hurting you like I did even if--"

...the hell? I was more confused than ever now. What the fuck was she talking about? Hurting me, she did that. What did she mean by 'we'? There was someone else? I raised my hand, cutting her off mid-sentence. "Wait. What are you talking about?"

She looked like she didn't want to explain, but she would've kept her rant and just confused me way more and I'd probably end up having a migraine from trying to figure out the meaning of her words. Today just wasn't the day for that.

"Jake came back." she said so low I almost couldn't understand what the heck she was saying. Jake was back? That was something. Last time I saw him it was Junior year, senior. One of those. I just know it was a while ago. But, what did he have to do with all of our problems. Peyton continued. "I didn't tell you because the day I found out, he invited me to lunch and I accepted; you were working on the movie. We talked and all. And when it was time to come home," she bit her lip, pausing. My eyebrow raised and I gave a slight nod, telling her to go on. "He kissed me...and I kissed him back." she whispered again, moving her green eyes down, suddenly interested in the white fabric covering her lower body. I froze.

My throat was dry. He kissed her, she kissed him back. They kissed. I blinked hard once, as if it was just a dream i could wake up from and the blonde in front of me would be lying beside me, asleep and unaware of this. No such luck. They kissed. I couldn't get the image out of my head. I'd seen them kiss before back in high school. Of course, at the time I was in love with Brooke, but it still didn't help the moment I was in now.

"You kissed?" apparently, my throat was more dry because the words came out hoarsely than I thought they would. I swallowed and ran a hand through my blonde hair. I gave myself a few more minutes to clear and un-dry my throat. It was during this time, my rage boiled over. She cheated on me. I mean, yea, I cheated on Brooke. But with Peyton! The girl in front of me who now apparently cheated...on me! God, I couldn't believe this. "You kissed!?" I yelled it this time. I had to wait a few more minutes before I asked the most important question.

"Was it just a kiss?" i asked softly. She didn't look up and I knew she bit her lip. A sniffle escaped from her body and I knew what that meant. It meant, 'no, it was more than just a kiss.' Great.

This was just, there was no word for it. I couldn't describe my feelings. I was beyond pissed, I was furious. My blue eyes narrowed towards her; she still hadn't looked up.

"Peyton, how could you!? I...I thought you loved me. God, and now you go and cheated on me? With Jake nonetheless. I can't believe you! Or him either. Jake, of all people!" Jake had always been one of the people I could talk to. He was the first friend I made when I first joined the Ravens Junior year. I was the first person in the school he told about Jenny besides Whitey. How could he do this to me? Hadn't I proven myself a worthy person over the years and made up for the mistakes I did wrong? My breathing was ragged, heavy. I took a couple deep breaths, licking my lips and had to look away from her. My gaze turned to the window and I stared out onto the tops of buildings, including the one we were on. My hand came up and I pinched the bridge of my nose, shutting my eyes tightly.

"How long?" I whispered quietly so quietly she didn't hear me.

"What?"

"How long were you...with him?" The last part came out almost in a growl. It was harder than I imagined having to actually say it out loud. Saying it like that, just made it reality. There was no going back, no pretending she was kidding. This wasn't some sick joke she would've decided to play on me and in any minute she would just yell "kidding!" No. This wasn't it. It was starting sink in now.

"Oh."

I waited but when she didn't say anything, I sighed. Opening my eyes, I looked at her. She glanced up, but quickly looked down. Apparently, something in my eyes scared her. Didn't surprise me, with what news she just gave me, I would probably fear myself right now if I took a look at myself.

She mumbled something, the answer probably and I strained to hear but was unable to. My eyes looked at her and i raised an eyebrow.

She sighed this time and looked back up at me. Oh, so now she had the courage to face me while she talked. I spoke too soon, she looked back down and I couldn't help but roll my eyes. Keep this up and she would wear the whole lifting-and-lowering-the-head-thing out. "A month." she repeated. "Last month." she clarified and kept her gaze, once again, down on her lap.

I stumbled back half a step. Last month. The month before our wedding. My hand went through my hair; I let out a breath I didn't know I had been holding. Last month. Her words were ringing in my ears. I didn't know what to think, what to say. I didn't even know my emotions. I just...this was all too much to take in. I shook my head in disbelief, moving my head and looking away the door. How long would it take me to get across the room and drive away? Five minutes, 10 at the most? I could probably make it before she talked again. I let myself cross the room in 4 strides and my hand was on the doorknob before I, or Peyton for the matter, noticed what I was doing.

"Lucas," I shook my head, opening the door. No more. I couldn't take anymore. This was too much to handle. Why, why now? "Lucas, please?"

But her voice was far away. I walked out the door and shut it behind me, walking as fast as I could. As if my life depended on it. I don't know, but it took me shorter than I presumed to make it to my car, start it up and pull out of the hospital parking lot. She slept with him or he slept with her. It was the same damn difference. They fucked each other. They were together. Hell, if it had been any couple months sooner, the baby she lost probably wouldn't even have been mine. It could've been that bastard's son. But she was pregnant the month before last month; the would've-been-baby was mine.

There was only one person that would probably be able to help me try and forget about Peyton. Jamie. Of course, I wouldn't tell him, but that little boy was so smart he could probably figure out something's wrong and would try to get it out. I wouldn't tell him, then he'd work on moving on to a different topic and trying to cheer me up. Hopefully, he could help distract me.

I focused all my attention on the road then. Knowing my luck, I'd end up getting into a car crash and having the room next to Peyton. That was not on my to-do list.

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Not long after I knocked on the door of the other Scott residence in town, my younger brother, Nathan, opened the door. At first, I couldn't understand his confused expression, then I remembered my isolation from the world world. My emo, hate-the-world moment. I gave him the best small smile I could muster despite the feelings eating away at me on the inside. "What? I haven't been gone that long." I teased him. It didn't help my mood, but he sure smiled a bit and chuckled, stepping aside to let me in.

"Well, not really, but you're out in the daytime. I was starting to think you were turning into this freakish vampire or something." He joked back, but I knew it was serious. Now to think of it, I hadn't been out really except if you count that one day with Brooke but I had been out the whole night and then I just visited Peyton, the most I'd gone out this week. I let it pass and let my business here be told.

"Where's Jamie?"

"He went out with Deb. Haley's upstairs talking with Brooke and I figured that it'd be best if he wouldn't be around. Knowing them, they'd be talking about Pey--" The look I shot him shut him up from saying the name, the very reason I came to find my Godson who apparently isn't here. Well, there goes that plan. Great, now what should I do? Nathan continued. "About what happened. I think we should tell him, but Haley still thinks we should. She just came down telling me. I don't know why the heck not. Must've been something Brooke told her because she seemed kinda pissed and, I don't know, like she was hiding something she really wanted to tell me."

Brooke knew something? That's where he lost my attention. Did the brunette know what Peyton just told me? It'd make some sense. She was Peyton's best friend, they told each other everything. But the fact that Peyton told Brooke first bothered me a bit. Why her? Why not me? I was the other part of the argument here, not Brooke. I held my hand up, my eyebrow furrowing and my head tilting to the side a bit. "Wait, what does Brooke know?"

My brother shrugged. His expression looked like he really wanted in, almost as much as I did. "Dunno. But Haley sure does know."

As if right on cue, my best friend since we were little came bounding down the steps. She didn't notice me the first time as she passed; Nathan and I exchanged a look. I raised my eyebrow and he shrugged. When she came back, she had an aspirin in her hand and a glass of water in the other and finally took note of me. The look of shock she gave me looked like she was about to drop the glass, but she quickly composed and gave me a small smile; her confused expression overpowered the smile.

"Luke, what are you doing here?"

"Can't a guy come to see his nephew?" I looked around, at Nathan, and then back at Haley. "Obviously he's not here so you can do." I tried to joke. It made Haley smile, but me? Not so much. Haley rolled her eyes and suddenly remembered the glass and medicine in her hand. "I gotta get these to Brooke, give me a minute."

Brooke, huh? This was too perfect. "I could take them."

Two pair of eyes turned to me at the same time. Both confused and wondering. Haley was staring at me, as if I was crazy. Honestly, was there something wrong with wanting to take my friend some medication? I don't think there is. Nathan almost matched hers but he had his eyebrow raised as if I had just asked the most stupidest question in the world. I gave them a look and raised my own eyebrow in confusion. "What?"

Haley shook her head, as if she was trying to come back and say 'nothing' at the same time. She handed me the water and the pills and I took them in my hand. "Just walk in quietly, Brooke's got a big headache. She's in our room." She said simply and before she could say anymore, I nodded and made my way towards the master bedroom. I could feel their stares on me, but for whatever reason, my motive for wanting to know what Peyton told Brooke had me almost speed walking to the room, but I didn't want to make it obvious.

When I poked my head in, Brooke sat on Nathan and Haley's bed; head in her hand and eyes closed. She had her other hand, rubbing her temple with two fingers in a circular motion. I gathered my courage and made my way in slowly, shutting the door quietly behind me then made my way towards Brooke, standing in front of her. She must've felt my presence because she opened her eyes and at first was shocked. I silently handed her the aspirin and water and she looked like she was internally wondering what my brother and sister-in-law were in the living room. I sighed and moved my hand a bit, motioning for her to take what I had offered. "Thanks." She whispered in her usual husky voice and took the objects from my hands.

I watched as she dropped the little pill-looking thing into the water and saw it dissolve. She then brought the glass to her lips and drank it. While she was doing this, I sat down beside her on the queen sized bed. How was I going to ask her something like this? I wasn't about to just open my mouth and go 'Hey, Brooke. How ya doing? Listen, I need to know what Peyton told you. She just told me what happened so I want to know if we got the same facts. By the way, how's the clothing line coming?' I internally shook my head. That definitely wasn't the way of approach with this. Besides, I had to seem like a heartbroken guy, which I was at the moment. I just happened to cover it up very well, much to my surprise. And probably everyone else's. They probably were more surprised than me. In a way, I kind of figured this, I kind of knew she was going to do this. Well, not know in the sense than I actually knew she was going to cheat, but know in the sense of I knew what she was capable of. I mean, I had been the Jake at one point, so who's to say I was the last person she'd have an affair with?

"Brooding again?" Brooke's voice brought me out of my reverie. I smoothed out my face, which, much to my dismay, let my emotions be told since my brooding face was in place, thus, giving me away. I shook my head but she only gave me a look. At this point, I just shrugged and placed my forearms to rest on my legs.

"Maybe."

"Wanna talk about it?"

This was it, my opening. Question was, should I take it? Did I really want to know what Peyton told Brooke? ... Yea, I did. "I talked to Peyton." This would be a good starter.

I turned my head so I was looking at the brunette next to me. Her expression was a bit surprised, but more anxious than anything. "Oh?"

"Yea. She, uh," I stopped for half a second. It was harder to say the words now. "She told me what happened."

"She did?"

"Yea." I stopped, longer this time. "She told me why she left me at the alter." I guessed if I said this, I could probably see if she knew or not.

I studied her face before she answered. Either I wasn't paying attention or she had a really good poker face, because her expression was the same. Not one relaxed muscle out of its place.

"Oh."

"She told me about Jake."

She bit down on her lip and glanced at the ground for a second before looking at me again. She knew. That's all she needed to do. Brooke knew before me what had happened with my ex fiancé. This was a load of crap. And by the way she was here already, Haley probably knew by now. No wonder Nathan had said she had been acting weird. Am I always the last to get filled in on crap? Especially when it involves me. That's just great.

"You knew, didn't you?" I was going to make her admit it now. She couldn't run from hiding it, I was almost as mad as I was with Peyton in the morning. If she knew, why, why would she keep this from me? It was my life, didn't I deserve to know? I would've found out one way or another so it was a waste of time to just keep it to herself. Brooke let out a soft breath and looked away, running her hand through her hair and looked at me.

"I wanted to tell you, Luke. Trust me, you were the first person that came to my mind." Bull.

"Then why didn't you, Brooke? I waited, and waited for Peyton to call me that week. For her to explain what I did wrong and it turns out, she was the one that did wrong all along. Not me, and I was sitting there, blaming myself. And you let it happen!"

Here we go again. I stood up, turning and facing her after I did. Enough was enough. I knew I had flared her temper; her eyes showed it. They sparkled with anger and she followed my suit, setting the water she had down on the dresser beside the bed. "I didn't know last week, Lucas. I just found out last night. So don't you dare blame me for something I didn't know about."

"You still didn't tell me." I contradicted. "You could've called me, or something last night. But no," I emphasized the word. "You kept it to yourself. Not even, you came as soon as Haley was probably awake and told her. I'm betting you Haley knew just a couple minutes before I walked through that damn door." She didn't say anything again and I scoffed, nodding and gave her a bitter smile. "Haley knew before me too. What, was I the last to know?"

She shook her head and I thought I saw her clench her fists at her side but I wasn't paying attention to that. "I just told you I wanted to tell you. Don't you damn well listen? God, men are idiots. I told Haley because I had to tell someone. Don't you know secrets like that eat away at a person? That's what it was doing to me, Lucas. It was killing me that I couldn't tell you so I told Haley. Nathan doesn't know either, but I guess your damn yelling must've already let him know."

"Then why didn't you tell me, Brooke? Answer me that. Why didn't you? You had time, you could've called, like I said--"

"Because this was Peyton's fight to battle. Yours and Peyton's!" She yelled, cutting my off at mid sentence. "She was the one that had to tell you. Not me. If I would've told you, we'd still probably be having this fight, only the reason for the fight would be why she told me first and not you. Don't you see, Lucas, I couldn't tell you. I just couldn't. What if Nathan was cheating on Haley?"

"Easy; I'd kick his ass."

She sighed and shook her head. Brooke ran a hand through her hair, her petite body letting out a sigh. "That's being hypocritical." She said after a few minutes. She had spoken so low I couldn't comprehend what she said and it took me a few seconds.

"Hypocritical?"

She merely nodded.

"How so, please; explain that to me."

Her brown eyes changed into a hint of sadness and she looked at me wearily. "Junior and Senior year." and I stopped. So this is where this was headed. "You cheated on me, with Peyton. That's how it's being hypocritical. I'm not talking about with Nathan. Because I know he'd never ever do that to Haley. But I'm talking about why you're so upset at Peyton. You both knew that you were capable of cheating on one another. Maybe you didn't realize it, but I'm sure you do now. It's always been there, deep inside you, Lucas. You cheated on me, with her. So why couldn't she be the one lying to her lover this time? Peyton probably knows real deep inside that you were capable of cheating on her, like you did with me before. But it never came across your mind because you were 'oh so in love with her.'" Her words cut me deep. This time, my temper flared to life, more so than it had been before.

"That was a long time ago and you know damn well how sorry I am for that." I almost whispered, then raised my voice. "I was real sorry for that, Brooke. I never meant to hurt you. But no one decides who you love."

Brooke only rolled her eyes and scoffed like I had. "It still hurt the same, Lucas." Those were almost the exact words she had told me Junior year. Funny. It was weird how I could remember that. "Yea, you can't decide who you love. So I couldn't decide that I had fallen in love with you. But you decided that apparently you didn't love me back. Apparently, Peyton was much too important."

I don't know what caused my next movements. Maybe I was angry at her for thinking that I thought she wasn't important in some way to me. Or maybe I was just angry. Maybe I just didn't know what the hell I was doing and I just jumped on my instincts. I crossed the few steps in between the two of us and grabbed her face in my hands. Even with how angry I was, it was amazing I was still carefully making sure she wasn't harmed. Without thinking, which I'm sure I mentioned already, I let my lips crash against Brooke's.

I didn't feel like me anymore. I felt like the Lucas back in senior year. The one dating Brooke. Her lips still fit perfectly against mine. She was kissing me back so they still moved perfectly together. It took me a second to realize what we were both doing and I pulled away. The kiss lasted longer than I thought, because, apparently, i was breathing a bit harder than I was before.

"Still think she's more important?" I whispered. But I didn't give her a chance to answer because I was gone. I let go of the brunette and dashed my way out of the room, past the living room and ignoring Nathan and Haley calling my name for me to come back. What happened back there, was just about to make things a whole lot more complicated.

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BRUCAS KISS! Whoo! I know you all have been waiting for that, because, so was I! haha, and I was typing this. I love this chapter. But, next chapter, it'll be split up. Half Luke's POV, half Brooke's POV. I mean, we need to know what they're both thinking right? :] So...REVIEW! :]