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Chapter Two: You're Not Sorry
This is the last straw
Don't want to hurt anymore
And you can tell me that you're sorry
But I won't believe you baby like I did before
You're not sorry no more, no more, no
- Taylor Swift
It's been a week since the wedding, Peyton and Lucas were on their honeymoon. I talked to Peyton various time over the week, but not Lucas. She told me they were coming back today, I was surprised that they didn't stay longer. She apparently blamed it on Lucas' movie. It was finally finished and Lucas just needed to write off some papers.
Sam and Rachel were still asleep in their beds; we had a long night. We stayed up watching chick flicks and eating popcorn. Rachel explained what happened after she ran away. She told me she went to get help and she took the money, although she was to embarrassed to ask me for it. She offered to pay me back, but I refused. I would've gave her the money either way.
I just began making breakfast. I took out all the ingredients, the mix and some milk. I was about to pour the mix in to the bowl, but someone knocked on the door. I walked over and opened it to be greeted by my godson, hugging my leg. I look up and see Haley standing in front of me smiling. I invite them inside and the both head towards the kitchen counter.
"Where's Sam and Rachel?" Jaime asks me smiling.
"There still sleeping," I say sadly and he frowns. "Why don't you go give them a little wake up call?"
"Cool!" Jamie runs towards Sam room first.
"What brings you by so early?" I asked Haley, slightly confused.
"Well Jaime wanted to see you, Sam and Rachel," Haley sighed, she sounded tired. "I can't believe he likes Rachel of all people."
"I guess that's the definition of irony," I laugh as Haley joins in. "I was just making breakfast maybe you can help."
"Sure, can I ask you a question?" I nod my head as I begin to pour the pancake mix in the bowl. "Tell me the truth about what happened between you and Lucas at the wedding. Don't lie to me like you have been doing all week. I want an honest answer. You know I won't judge you, Brooke."
"It was nothing really," I say and she glares at me. "Fine, we got in to an argument about something that happened in the past. Specifically what happened at your wedding."
"What happened?"
"You remember the kiss I told you about?" I ask her. She nods her head pouring milk in to the bowl. "Well, he thought I was mad about that. I wasn't mad about it Hales. I mean I understand that Peyton was shot in the leg, but if it was so innocent why couldn't he tell me? I was crushed that he didn't know me enough to trust him."
Haley just nodded her head, taking what she heard me say. She didn't look surprised, she just looked relieved. I waited for her to say something, but she didn't. It looks like she was trying to keep herself from talking. Almost like she had something to say, but she just couldn't.
"I have to tell you something," Haley finally blurts out. "But you can't tell no one I told you this, Brooke. Lucas would kill me if I told you this."
"You know you can trust me, Hales," I watch as she began mixing the pancakes mix vigorously. "What is it?"
"Well, Lucas and I were talking," she began as I nodded my head for her to continue. "This was before the wed--"
Rachel, Sam and Jamie walks in to the room, causing Haley to stop what she is saying. She walks over to the stove and began pouring the mix in the pan. I smile at two girls now walking towards me, they both grabs seats near the counter. They look exhausted. I can't help, but laugh at the two.
"Aunt Rachel," Jamie says. I can see Haley roll her eyes. "Why are you and Sam so tired?"
"Because we slept late, buddy," Rachel picks up Jamie to sit in her lap. "When your mommy let's you sleep late, you're going to wake up this late too. Speaking of late, Brooke, aren't you late for meeting with Julian to sign off the final papers to show that he was able to use the wardrobe in the movie?"
"Now you tell me," I panic, I can't believe I forgot. I grabbed my purse. "I'm sorry you guys, but this is the last day he's going to be in town. I have to go."
I walk in to the store formally known as 'Clothes Over Bros', I see Julian inside pacing back and forth with sheets in his hands. When he hears the door close, he turns to reveal his impatient face. I didn't mean to forget, I just had so much going on lately that I forgot that I had to meet him.
"I'm so sorry," I give him an apologetic look, as he just smirks. "What's the smirk for?"
"You look kind of cute when you're trying to apologize," he tells me causing me to smile. I immediately wipe the smile off my face. "Oh, come on. You can't take a complement anymore?"
"Not from you," I walk over to the counter. "Just give me the papers."
He hands them over to me and I begin to sign them. When I'm finally finish I hand him the pen and smile, he places it in his pocket. I turn back when I hear the door open, I wanted to see who it was. I groan slightly when I see it's exactly who I didn't want to run in to any time soon. Lucas.
"Great you're here," Julian smiles at me as I just roll my eyes. "Lucas read these over and mail them to me, if there's anything you don't like just have your lawyer review them and I'll see what we can do. I have to get going, I wasn't even suppose to be here if a certain brunette hadn't kept me waiting."
"Will you just go," I yell at him, causing Lucas to flinch.
"No need to be feisty," Julian laughs, walking towards the door. "Even though, I love it when you are. I'll see you two later."
"You're back early," I say awkwardly, I didn't know what else to talk about. What do you say to someone you just had an argument with? This would be so easy if I were back in high school again. That way I could just tell him off and not even feel a smidge guilty.
"Yeah," he simply says, I could tell he was nervous too. "Julian called, so we ended the trip early. How have you been?"
"Good," I shrugged, I wanted nothing more than to get out of there. "So, how was your trip?"
"It was great," he smiles. "We had a lot of fun together. You should visit Italy, I am sure you will love it."
"I've been there before, it's beautiful," I tell him as he nods his head in agreement. "But I always wanted to go to France, it's more of my scenery. I'll might go, someday."
"I'm sure you will."
It's awkward again, he's staring at me. I don't know what else to say, I don't know why he's here.
"Lucas, don't take this the wrong way," I say before I tell what I had to say. "Why are you still here?
"I wanted to tell you that I'm sorry."
"What are you sorry about?" I cross my arms. I watch him try and contemplate what to say. "That's what I thought. You're not sorry. Why don't you just leave?"
"Why can't you just tell me what I did?" he asks me as I comb my fingers through my hair. "I don't know why you're so mad. I thought that you were happy with all this. If I remember, you were the one cheering this on like a freaking cheerleader. If you weren't okay with this why didn't you say something?"
"You got some nerve," I was beginning to get pissed, he has no idea what I am even going through. "How dare you even get in my face and question how I feel about something that is none of your business! There's nothing between us anymore Lucas, you're not my boyfriend and at this point you're not even my friend."
"Oh, really?" he ask me taking a step closer, I just stand in front of him. "After everything I did to help you with Angie? I've been the one supporting you with your decision to adopt. You've been the one who acted like you didn't need anyone's help!"
"Weren't you the same jackass who left me when I need you most?" I yell back at him, my voice getting more hoarse than usual. "When I need you to be a friend and help me after Angie left, my mother took my company. When you were out proposing to Peyton, I was on the floor unconscious wishing I were dead. Didn't you think I needed you then?"
Tears begin to stream down my face, I could tell what I just said had caught him off guard.
"You have me, Brooke," he takes another step towards me.
"No, I don't," I can't stop the tears rolling down my face. "You were never there when I needed you, because you was always to busy with Peyton. It was always I need to help Peyton, I have to check on Peyton, I have to save Peyton. Well, guess what? You have her so why don't you leave me the fuck alone and do what you do best and fuck around with Peyton!"
"You don't know what hell you're talking about," Lucas whispered, "You never acted like you needed me, you always being so fucking independent and stubborn that you would hardly ever let me help you. Instead you would act like a little bitch and push me away!"
"So, now I'm a bitch?" I roll my eyes and he just stands there and looks at me. "Get out my store. Don't call me anymore, don't talk to me. You're not sorry for what you did and you'll never be sorry, so just get fuck out!"
"Gladly," he tells me, slamming the door on his way out.
I watch him as he leaves. I can't help, but feel this burning sensation inside of me. I grab the cash register and throw it towards the window. It makes a loud shattering noise as it goes through the window and lands on the floor in front of him. He looks inside the store shocked, he stares at me. He shakes his head and kicks the cash register aside and continues to walk.
I pull my cell phone out of my pocket, "Hello?"
"Brooke, what's wrong?" I begin to sob in to the phone. "Are you crying?"
"I need you," I back up in to a wall, I fall to the floor holding on to my legs. "I'm at the store."
Nathan walks in to the store, he looks at the shattered pieces of glass. Then he sees me, against the wall in the most vulnerable position he's ever seen me in. I didn't want to call Rachel, I know she would worry about me. He crouched down to my level, I just wrapped my arms around him and he let's me cry on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry," I could hear my voice breaking. "I didn't know who else to call."
"No, I'm happy you called me," Nathan tells me, pulling tighter in to the hug. "When we were younger, I used to be the guy you use to go to with all your problems. I know that changed after I started dating Peyton and I'm sorry, but I still care. I want you to call me when you have no one else, if you didn't I would be pretty pissed."
"Thank you so much," I grip on harder to him, the tears were beginning to get worst. "I just needed a friend."
"You've got me," Nathan says, he pulls back from the hug. "Don't ever forget that. So, what happened here?"
"Lucas happened," I say bitterly, trying to fight back the tears. "He came over here and we just got in to it, I don't know what happened. He just got me so angry, so I threw the cash register at him when he left. I know it wasn't the best or smartest thing to do but--"
"Don't worry about it," he tells me, I feel him wipe a few of my tears away. "I know how it feels to want to throw a cash register at Lucas. Midnight Madness remember?"
When he say this, it makes me laugh. I'm happy I called him, he knows me better than anyone because he is me. Well, he's not me, but we're almost the same person. We grew up in the same clique, with similar attitudes. We both changed when Lucas and Haley walked in to our lives.
"I'm really sorry about this," I apologize again. "But I'm glad I called you."
"I'm glad you called too," he lifts me up from the ground, I wipe myself off. "I'll talk to Lucas about--"
"No, don't do that," I immediately cut him off. "If you tell Lucas about this, he will think I asked you to talk to him. I don't want him to feel that he has that kind of power over me. I don't want him to think I'm weak."
"Brooke, it's okay to be weak sometimes."
"Not for me," I simply say. He nods his head understanding. "Let's just pretend this never happened and move on okay?"
"Okay."
"I'm serious," I tell him sternly. "If you talk to Lucas don't bring this up or you'll have to deal with me."
"Right, because I'm so afraid of Brooke Davis," He laughs as I punch him the shoulder. "I don't think you want to deal with this, Brooke."
"Right, because I'm so afraid of Nathan Scott," I imitate what he just did, laughing. He lifts me up over his shoulder. He runs out the door and jets down the street. "Nathan, put me down!"
"Say I'm king," Nathan begins to run faster. "I can go faster than this.""Okay," I laugh, hitting Nathan on his back. "Nathan Scott is king."
"Who?"
"Nathan Royal Scott," I yell again, I feel like such an idiot. People are probably staring at us, thinking we're crazy. "Now put me down, Tarzan."
He finally puts me down and we laugh. I hug him again, I don't know what I would do without him.
"Thanks," I whisper in to his ear. "At least you're sorry."
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"No, you're still going," I tell her getting up from the couch. "And you're going to have fun."
"I thought you would say that," she tells me mischievously. "That's why when Haley asked if anyone would chaperon, I volunteered you and Rachel. That's not even the worst part, since I know you like stuff like this. The worst part is that Lucas is going to be there."
"Sam, you didn't!" I yell at her.
"Yes I did," she walks to her room and slams the door. "Enjoy spring fling!"
"Sam, you come out this room right now," I bang on her door, rattling the knob. She locked the door. I can't believe I gave her a door with a lock. "I am so going to make you wear the girliest dress ever!"