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Chapter Four: I'd Lie

I could tell you his favorite colors green
He likes to argue, born on the seventeenth
His sister's beautiful, he has his father's eyes
And if you ask me if I love him,
I'd lie

-Taylor Swift

I couldn't count how many times I lied over the last twenty-three years of my life. I don't lie for my own personal gain; I lie to protect my friends. I lied to Peyton when I told her I was okay with her dating Lucas. I lied to Lucas when I told him I wasn't in love with him. If I were to ever tell all my secrets, it would be like unleashing Pandora's Box. It wouldn't only affect my life, but the lives of everyone around me.

I am sketching for my new line of clothing that was really coming out well. I love sketching when I'm trying to think, it's sort of like what drawing does for Peyton. When I sketch, it's a way of putting my feelings into a dress. Every design that I have in my closet has a reason behind it; each one has its own story.

I look up when I hear the door open to see Peyton walk in. She was smiling so that had to be a good sign. I smiled back at her hoping this didn't have do anything with what happened between Lucas and I.

She walks over to me, placing her purse on the counter. "Hey, B. Davis!" She looks over the counter, glancing at my sketches, "Those look awesome! I can't wait to see the new line. Did you come up with a name yet?"

"I'm still thinking," I tell her honestly, "Kind of hard to beat the name, 'Clothes Over Bros'."

She smiles again and I look confused. "I'm sure you'll think of something." Why is she so happy? "I have some very important news to tell you. I think you're going to have to stop sketching for this one."

I look up at her confused, "Would it explain why you look so happy today?"

"I think I'm pregnant!" She says. I drop the pencil I was sketching with. "I just got back from a doctors appointment, I'm going to get the result later this week. I can't believe I might actually be pregnant."

I try to put on my best fake smile as I hug her. "I'm so happy for you," is all I can say, hoping she doesn't hear the pain in my voice, "Does Lucas know?"

She shakes her head no. "No, I don't want to get his hopes up," she explains as I just nod my head, "I've never thought of how it would be like if I were a mother."

"Yeah, I know what you mean," I say, no longer able to fake a smile.

She pulls me in to a hug as I rest my head on her shoulder. "I'm so sorry," she whispers in my ear soothingly, "I was boasting about how happy I was, when you wanted a baby more than I did. I'm sure one day you'll meet the perfect man and you'll have beautiful babies together."

"I guess," I sigh, turning back to my sketches, "I guess I'm going to be making you some baby clothes."

She smiles and I join her, "I can only hope." She let's out a sigh, just as I did. "So, where did you end up going the night of the spring formal? You totally disappeared and so did Lucas. I hope you two aren't sneaking behind my back!" she jokes.

My eyes widen when she says this. "If I remember clearly, the two of you snuck behind my back," I joke back, but her smile turns into a frown.

"I'm sorry about that," she apologizes, "I never meant to--"

"Peyton," I cut her off, she apologized for this four years ago, "It's all in the past and what's done is done. Anyways, you're with Lucas now, so none of that really matters anymore. All that matters is that you and I were able to get over it."

She nods her head as she says, "I guess you're right," grabbing her purse off the counter. "I should get going, Lucas is taking me out later and I wouldn't want to keep him waiting."

I start to pack my sketches into my purse saying, "I should get going too. I was supposed to meet Haley half an hour ago. I just got caught in sketching that I forgot. I'll catch you later P. Sawyer."

She winks at me as she opens the door, "Okay, B. Davis, have fun with Hales!"

I smile, returning the wink, "Have fun with Luke." She closes the door and I sigh. 'What the hell am I going to do now?'

I knock on the front door of Haley's house. I didn't know what she wanted to talk about, but if I had a clue it probably had to do with Lucas. She opens the door and smiles, leading me in to the living room. She has lemonade and sandwiches made. I turn to Haley, laughing. She put a lot effort into something that was just supposed to be a simple talk.

I look at Haley, still laughing, "Are we having a tea party or something?"

"No," Haley laughs along with me, "I just thought I would feed you before I dug out some information."

I sit on the couch and grab a sandwich "I knew this had to do with Lucas." I viciously take a bite out sandwich, glaring at her, "What do you want know about? Or better yet, what did he tell you?"

"It's not like that," she tells me taking a seat on the couch also, "It's just, Lucas makes a lot of mistakes and I know that. When it comes to his heart, he doesn't know what he wants. When I came to your house the other day, I was trying to tell you that before Lucas got married, he told me he still loved you. The reason he's married to Peyton is because he feels like he owes it to her, for some reason. I know it's screwed up, but I think on some level, he does have feelings for Peyton."

"Obviously," I say rolling my eyes, "She's the one with the wedding ring."

"Did you ever notice how he didn't use Keith's engagement ring?" Haley asks me. I just shrug my shoulders, not knowing what that has to do with anything.

"He still has Keith's ring. Karen gave to him to use when he marries the girl he loves. He told me that he wouldn't use it on Peyton because it would be against Keith wishes and it would all be a lie."

I wipe at the tears falling down my face, "Why are you telling me this?"

She moves closer towards me, placing her hand on my leg. "You're my best friend," She says, shrugging her shoulders, "I thought you had a right to know. Now, I need to know something from you. Can you completely and honestly tell me you don't love Lucas? And don't give me that bullshit lie you gave him. I know you enough to see through your lies. So, do you love him?"

I turn away from Haley, I didn't want her to see me cry over Lucas. "I lied," I shake my head, trying to rid my eyes of the tears, "I told him I didn't love him, but I lied. I am completely and totally in love with him, but I can't be. Too much has happened and too many things have stood in the way."

"I know," I hear her voice break. I turn back to see that she has tears in her eyes. She's crying because she holds my deepest secret, that only two people in the world probably knows, "I never told him."

I nod my head, I knew she would never tell. "I know you didn't," The tears begins to stream down her face, "I'm so sorry for making you keep a secret like that from him, but I thought it was the only way I could keep him happy. If he couldn't be happy with me, he should've at least had a shot at happiness with Peyton."

She tries to wipe the tears from her eyes. "It just sucks," She shakes her head, "It was a waste. A huge mistake."

When she says that, I completely break down. Her words echo through my head because she's right. It was a waste. I feel her pull me closer to her, embracing me with a hug. I grip on to her, holding on to her for dear life. I couldn't believe after all these years it still affected me like this. It was the secret I never wanted to let out, but the more I kept it in, the more it would fight to get out.

I continue sobbing on Haley's shoulder, "What am I going to do?"

She pulls back from the hug, looking me in the eyes, "Whatever you think is best. I kept the secret for this long and I will keep it for the rest of my life if you wanted me to. I'm behind whatever you decide to do. I told you this five years ago and I am telling you this again now. You're my best friend so no matter what happens, I'll stand by you."

"This--could--ruin--everything--Haley," I can barely hold a sentence together, "I can't ask you to do this. He's your best friend."

She pulls me in to another hug. "You don't have to ask me," She strokes my hair, rocking me back and forth, "I am doing this because I want to. You've helped me with so much, it's my turn to help you."

"Thanks," I whisper in her ear, "I love you, tutor girl."

"I love you too, Tigger."

I wipe the tears from my face, noticing the time. "I have to go. I promised Rachel I would do something with her later," pulling away from her.

Haley nods her head, wiping her tears off her face. "Okay," She gets up to walk me towards the door. She opens it to let me out, but not before hugging me again. "Remember if you need me, I'm here," she tells me.

I lean my head on her shoulder once more. "'I know," I whispered into her ear, "Thanks again."

"Anytime," she whispers back.

I walk in the house and sigh, closing the door and leaning my head on back of the frame. This had to be one of the most emotional days of my life and I could tell it was about to get worst. I had to talk to Rachel now. There was no way of hiding from Rachel. She was going to be able to tell that I was crying and ask me what's wrong. I walked up stairs towards Rachel room. I saw that she was on the balcony. She looked so peaceful with her long red hair blowing across her face in the wind.

I walked outside and smiled. She turned around and when she saw my face she immediately jumped up. I knew I wouldn't get away with it. Rachel always knows when something is up. There was just no hiding stuff in our friendship and that's what I loved about it. Our relationship was raw and uncut. There was no censoring or not expressing your mind. We got straight to the point and told each other what we thought. That's what I needed right now. I needed her opinion and mostly, I needed her help.

She starts walking towards me, but I stop her. "What's wrong?"

"Sit down. This is going to be a long story," I tell her as I grab a seat myself.

She nods her head, sitting down in the position she was in before I came, "Okay." She smiles as she waits, "This sounds juicy."

"It is," I laugh at her enthusiasm, "Well, the night of spring formal when I went out for air, I went to the beach like I did my junior year. Lucas found me there and began talking. He said things about how he thinks marrying Peyton was a mistake and he's sorry that he wasn't there for me, even though he wishes he had been. He kissed me and after all that he asked me if I love him."

Her eyes widen, just as I expect. "Whoa!" Rachel simply says, "So, what was your answer?"

"No," She shakes her head when I tell her this, "What? I couldn't tell him the truth, he's with Peyton and I am not going to become the girl that Peyton Sawyer was."

She nods her head; she knows how much I hate to become Peyton. "True!" Rachel shrugs, "So, continue with the story."

"Well, today I went to see Haley," Rachel cuts me off with a roll of her eyes, "Anyways, while I was there, she told me that before the wedding Lucas said he was still in love with me. He wouldn't even use Keith's wedding ring. He thought he would be using it on the wrong girl. Haley finally asked me if I was in love with Lucas and I told her the truth. I told her, I was. After I told her that, I told her the reason I couldn't be with him. Rachel if he ever found out about what happened, he would hate me."

"I know," Rachel said, grabbing my hand and squeezing it tightly. "Do you ever think about what would have happened if you had kept the baby?"

I wipe the tears that fall from my eyes, mumbling, "Everyday."

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