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Kyle left Peyton's house confused and annoyed.
What gave her the right to assume things going on in his life? He sure wasn't sticking his nose into her business, so he expected the same kind of treatment. And Nathan. Lucas was his freaking brother, if anything he should be protecting Lucas and discouraging him and Brooke, not wanting it to happen. Things were happening way too fast for him to process. Kyle was naturally a worry wart, always worrying about other people, now he had to make sure it didn't look like he had feelings for Brooke. He couldn't.
It wasn't possible.
As Kyle plopped down on his bed, he made a mental list of everything that he was thinking/worrying about the past couple of days.
1. Of course the next game agains tthe Kodiaks.
2. He was basically failing Calculus.
3. Nathan and Peyton, hoping they wouldn't say anything to Brooke.
4. Brooke, who he fought with twice in the two weeks he's been back.
5. He hadn't talked to his grandfather in weeks.
The first four had been problems that kept on reoccurring for some reason. Aaron was always up his ass, trying to get him to crack, but it wasn't gonna happen. There was no way in hell Aaron was gonna let Aaron walked away with his cocky smirk with the Eastern Basketball Champion title. Kyle was always bad at math, but when he moved, he didn't have all this drama and crap to think about, so eventually he came out of algebra 2 with a B. Nathan and Peyton, well, they were always bothering him about Brooke, even in the beginning. He didn't think much of it at the time, eventually they would leave him along, but now was different. Before KYle wouldn't really fight with Brooke all that much, and when they did, it was easily solved. But rarely they ever fought. Ever since he got back him and BRooke were fighting over all these ridiculus things, it made no sense why they were fighting, they just were. They shared apologies, and they were good again. He just didn't know how longer he had until the next fight. This time he was expecting it.
The last time Kyle remembered talking to his grandfather was a couple of weeks before he got the phone call from Nathan. Kyle's grandfather, Andrew Sammet, was a big part of Kyle's life, even more than his own father. It was actually Kyle's grandfather that got him interested in basketball. After Kyle's mom died, his dad busied himself in work. Michael Sammet was this big architect, celebrites were hiring him to draw up their dream houses, it was a pretty demanding job, which meant that he was around less and less. Kyle would get the occasional gifts, ipods, basketball hoops, watches, new clothes, money, basically everything he wanted. Guiilt presents. Kyle's grandfather wasn't around alot, with him living in Virginia, but when he moved up there, they were really close. You could say that his grandfather was his dad.
Kyle had meant to call him, but he was barely ever at home anymore. He was either at Brooke's, Nathan's, school, or the Rivercourt. Then he would go straight home and crash, wake up the next morning, leave, and not come back until night time. That was just the way it was.
Just as Kyle was about to reach for the phone, he remembered he had basketball practice.
Deciding he would call as soon as he got home, he grabbed his gym bag and left.
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Being cheerleading captain wasn't an easy job, no matter what anyone said.
First there was the whole group of girls, and when girls get together, who knows what will happen. Brooke has to make sure everything is alright with them all, so they're no problems. Then comes making sure the girls are all fit and can do the stunts. If there's one girl that can't do it, the whole routine had to be done over agian. Then Brooke has to deal with their attitudes. There were 18 girls total, which meant 18 different personalities, and 18 different times of the month. She had to break up fights and solve them.
But that was just the life of a cheerleader. And Brooke was good at it, so why not?
She loved cheerleading, it was one of the things she was good at, besides making clothes. Before cheerleading was her life almost, the only reason she went to school. BUt lately, she's been thinking of cheering as only a hobby, just something else to do. And there was Peyton in the squad, which made it awkward.
The routine she came up with was absolutely perfect. It was good becaus she only had to go over it twice with the squad, and they were perfect. Brooke was even impressed by Peyton's role in the routine. Peyton had two left feet, it still surprised her sometimes that Peyton had managed to stay in the group for so long, Brooke thought she would've kicked her out by then.
The girls decided to sir around, some left for a few minutes to buy something to eat, then bring it back and just hang out. It would probably be one of the last times they were all together, just talking. And it was a plus that the boys were practicing.
Since Lucas was taken out of playing completely, he went to hang out with Brooke during practice. Brooke was a little hesitant because Peyton was gonna be there, and she didn't want things to be weird. SHe still hadn't talked to Peyton since that one time at her house, where she had said Brooke was dead to her.
"Hey Brooke," Lucas said as he sat next to Brooke on the very top of the bleachers.
"Hey, whatcha got there?" Brooke said, peering into the bag.
"Well, since i had a couple of minutes, i stopped by the cafe and got some turkey sandwiches and hot chocolate."
"Oooh yay! I love your mom's hot chocolate."
"And that's why i got it for you," Lucas smiled as he handed her a sandwich and set her hot chocolate down in front of her.
After a couple minutes of silence, Brooke asked, "Does it ever feel awkward to you that we're together now and Peyton's still around?"
"No not really. SHe has no reason to be upset, she broke up for me, and she didn't even think she had feelings for me ."
"Yeaa i know. BUt does it ever get weird to you?"
"No, and it shouldn't for you either," Lucas said as he held her hand.
"I know, but it's just awkward for me i guess. Since me and her arent friends anymore."
"You guys will work it out. You always do."
"I'm not sure about this time Luke. We both said some things that are gonna be hard to get over."
"Well whatever happens, you know you have me right?"
"I know," Brooke said as Lucas pulled her close and kissed her forehead.
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"You know, you're doing a real nice job of acting like you don't feel something for her," Nathan said as he stood next to Kyle.
Kyle had been glancing up in Lucas and Brooke's direction for the past 10 minutes. To some people, it looked like nothing. But to Nathan, it looked like a whole lot of something, and he was gonna find out what it was.
"Well you know it's weird that they're sitting all the way up there. I see them in like the corner of my eye."
"Mmhmm i'm sure."
"YOu know Nate i'm getting really tired of this crap you and Peyton keep on bothering me about. Just leave it alone," KYle said frustratingly.
"Glad to see Peyton sees it too, and in fact even Haley does. Look, i'm not trying to get you mad or anything, but seriously, when are you gonna accept the fact that you have a thing for Brooke? It's not embarassing or anything."
"I'm not embarassed because i don't like her like that!! I'm just tired of you guys always crowding around me, telling me to go for it. There's nothing to go for so will you just shut up already?!?! And i'm not about to worry Brooke over stuff like this, she's with Lucas, and she's happy."
"Yeaa, she's happy, but she could be happier with you man! Just think about it," Nathan said as he walked away.
"There's no point in thinking about it cause i don't!" Kyle yelled.
"You don't what?" Brooke asked, coming up behind Kyle.
"Oh that, nothing, just stuff, guy stuff, you wouldn't understand," Kyle said.
"Umm okayy, so whats up?"
"Practicing. I see you and your squad are slacking off," KYle joked.
"Hey!" she said she punched him, "we already practiced, and we're perfect, so there!" and she stuck her tongue out.
"Real mature Brooke."
"You know it. So umm i heard about your talk with Lucas at weight training..."
Kyle looked at her, "What talk? We talked, but not that much. Just about what happened this morning."
"Really? Cause from what Lucas told me it goes way deeper than that."
"What is this the third degree? Yes, we talked about more than that."
"Seriously Kyle, why do you guys have to argue so--"
"We weren't arguing! He's the one who claimed that i didn't care about you!"
"Even so, i know that you care about me, you don't have to explain it all to Lucas."
"Well he needed it to be explained to him, cause he's obviously not getting it," KYle said as he sunk a three pointer.
"Whats that supposed to mean?" Brooke asked defensively.
"It's not supposed to mean anything. He just says these little comments that make me sound bad, and i set him right. If you don't want anymore conflict, then tell him to just mind his own business, that's all."
"I can't believe you! You're saying that you want my boyfriend to stay out of our business? He needs to know about all the stuff we've been through, he deserves to."
"I'm not saying he doesn't! He makes too many assumptions, which gives me reasons not to like him."
"You probably annoy him too you know?"
"WHy? Because i took his spot on the freaking team? I have done nothing except show him respect, i can't believe you think i wouldnt."
"If you show him respect, then why can't you two seem to get along then?"
Kyle dropped his ball, "And you think that it's my fault we don't get along! Get real Brooke, stop acting like Lucas is a little saint, because you know he's not. Stop blaming it on me! And the next time Lucas wants to talk, tell him to watch his mouth."
"Well how about the next time you wanna talk to me, don't!" Broooke called as Kyle walked away towards Nathan.
"Fine by me! Nate, i need to take off, i'll be ready for the game i promise."
"Umm sure, but you wanna tell me what that was?" Nathan said pointing towards Brooke's retreating figure.
"I'll tell you about it later. Right now i just need to go real quick."
"Alright, i'll see you tomorrow?"
"Yeaa tomorrow," Kyle said as he headed towards the gym exit.
He headed towards his car, when he saw Peyton in the backseat of hers, drawing.
"Seems like you and Brooke have been fighting alot huh?" Peyton asked, not bothering to look up from her drawing.
"You heard that?"
"Mmhmm."
"Seriously, who the hell does she think she is? And where does she get off pinning this all on me!" Kyle yelled.
"Couldn't tell ya. Have you tried talking to her about it?"
"Psh yeaa right, and take another one of her tantrums, I'll pass."
"She just wants you and Lucas to get along."
"Well i really don't see that happening."
"Hmm i wonder why?" said Peyton, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"I do not have feelings for Brooke. Right now i can't stand her! All we do if fight now. I try to avoid it, but this time i couldn't. It's not my fault that me and Lucas don't like each other. Lucas is the one who came up to me, and started asking me all these questions, and then goes to say i don't care about Brooke! Seriously, i am reaching my breaking point with all this. I came back here to be with you guys and maybe try to help Brooke, but whatever," Kyle said as he threw his bag into the backseat.
"Do you really mean that?" Peyton asked.
Kyle sighed, "At this point Peyt, yes. I'm just so over all this crap. I came here to see my old friends again and help Brooke with her problems, but she doesn't need me. So whatever i'm over it, if she wants to talk to me then she knows where i am."
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Once agian Kyle found himself at the bridge. Whenever he was sitting, with his feet dangling below, he felt like all his problems were all the below him, and that he was content up in the sky. Like whenever he was at this bridge, he forgot everything, and just took in the fresh air. He used to come up here and show his grandpa, whenever he was in town for visiting.
His mtoher was the first person to take him there. She always told him that whenever he was feelings down, to just sit down at the bridge and just admire the lake and the little building from far away.
It worked for the most part, but whenever he stepped off that bridge the overwhelming feelings took him over again. All his problems came rushing back in one huge whirlwing of emotions. Kyle never thought of himself as sensitive, he never really was. It was just easier to close yourself off, shut down your emotions. That way you couldn't get hurt, and nothing could touch you. But in the end they always did, but he would never let anyone see that.
Even at his mother's funeral, his face had remained blank. While his family members were teary eyed, some bawling, Kyle remained still, his face unreadable. He found no reason to cry, it wasn't like it was gonna bring her back, nothing would, so he would do nothing. He shed an occasional tear every once in awhile, but not alot.
As he was driving back to his house, Kyle tried to remember a time when everything was good, when he was content with his life. He thought of times when he lived here before, or in Virginia, when he had still been with Ally, and things were fun.
But he realized that there was always something missing, like he was never content with the way things were. Like he wanted something else, like he wasn't completely or truly happy with things. When he was in Tree Hill he would want to venture out of this tiny little town, and when he was in Virginia he missed his home town life crazy, and when things started going sour with Ally, he wished back to when they were together, or when he was back in Tree Hill with Brooke and Nathan.
He never really felt complete at all. It could be because he missed his mom, or maybe it was his dad. But either way he wasn't gonna look into it. There was no point. His mother was in heaven and his dad was somewhere in Costa Rica.
There were two cars parked in the driveway when Kyle pulled in. He noticed his dad's Avanlanche truck, and a Lincoln parked behind it.
Okay so his dad was home, and apparently he had brought home a guest. At first he thought it was another one of his girlfriends, but they would never drive a Lincoln, more like convertables and expensive cars.
He opened the door and heard two male voices talking quietly from the living room. He saw his dad, still in his business shirt and tie, and an older man in a gray suit with papers sprawled on the kitchen table. His dad looked pretty stressed, his hair was messy, and he was drinking scotch. SOmething wasn't right.
"Dad?" KYle called out.
HIs dad lifted his head, his eyes were bloodshot. The other man turned around and faced him with a expression on his face, one that KYle was familiar with.
"Son, i have some bad news," his father began as he stood up and made his way over to him.
"Dad, whats going on?" Kyle asked. His father just stared at him, like he wanted to say it but couldn't.
"Grandpa had a heart attack last night..."
"Well is he alright?" KYle interrupted.
"No son, i'm sorry, but he didn't make it."
"Wait... what?" KYle demanded.
"Kyle, grandpa died last night."
"Dad, you're kidding right? I mean, he was fine..." KYle said.
"Yes he was fine, but it just happened son. There was nothing the doctors could do."
"No no no this isn't happening. YOu're lying," Kyle said backing away.
"I wish i... KYLE!!" his dad called to him, but Kyle was already out the door.
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Kyle ran. He ran all through Tree Hill until he came back to the bridge for the second time in the last hour.
Things couldn't get mroe worse then the way things were now.
When he reached the bridge he bowed his head to try to catch his breath. Somehow a sob broke out through his breathing, and tears were falling from his eyes into the river.
Great. Now Kyle was even more alone than he already was. His grandfather, the last close family member, had died. Now he would have to go all the way back to Virginia, and attend the funeral. Then he would have to be there when his will was read out, since he had an inheritance from him, and clean out his grandfather's house. It would take him at least a week to get everything settled and divided along the family members, and there were alot since he was part Italian.
He would also have to miss the game. He would rather be playing than at the funeral, but he needed to honor his grandfather by going, so that's what he had to do.
He knew he had to call Nathan, let him know what was going on, and that he wouldn't be there for the game.
BUt he just needed a moment to feel sad, to greive, because after that he would close off his emotions again.
Right now he just needed a minute.