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Well here is the next chapter!
Two in one day!

Some arguing in this one. But it will all add up in the end.
Don't worry.

Peyton turned the hot water facet on and let it warm up. She went over to the mirror and stared at herself. Her eyes were red, not to mention the black bags under her eyes could pass as black eyes and her hair, oh geez, her hair. It looked like it still had sand from the beach embedded in it. There was also some mascara smear on the side of her right cheek. To put into short terms; she looked like shit.

Seeing the steam from the bath, indicating it was ready, Peyton stripped all clothing from her sticky body and jumped right in. She felt at ease with herself once the heated droplets covered her body. It made her feel clean stripped from all evil and judgment. Not that Peyton was evil or judged people. But showers gave her time to think, be in touch with her self. She didn't get a lot of time to her self these days. Somebody always wanted something.

She finished up washing and rinsing her hair. Then she stepped out of the shower and reached over for a towel to wrap her self. She then walked over and grabbed another one to wrap her hair in. Peyton rubbed some moisturizer on her face and brushed her teeth. Before she got out of the bathroom she searched for her slippers.

With slippers on Peyton turned the door knob. She didn't notice the figure standing by the door or that he about fell over at the sight of her walking out of the bathroom in a towel. She walked into her closet and pulled a vintage Beatles tee off a hanger and was about to drop her towel when the figure from the door spoke up.

"Don't drop it. There is company in here."

Peyton screamed and dropped her shirt instead. "Luke! What are you doing here?"

"I came here to talk." Lucas said.

Peyton rolled her eyes and picked up her t-shirt. "With all the talking going on I should host a Talk Show." She sighed while walking over to her dresser and fished out some sweats and underwear and a bra. She then walked into the bathroom again.

Lucas sat down and put his head in his hands. He kept cursing Brooke over and over again. Why didn't she tell me she was in the shower? Then maybe I wouldn't have been so quick to drive over here. He heard the door knob unlock and out walked Peyton.

"So why are you here again? Oh right you want to talk." Peyton alleged. She lowered herself to her chair and tapped her fingers on the desk.

Lucas scrunched his eyebrows at her. "What's wrong Peyton?"

"Well considering that you are the cause of my drunken hang over and rapid heart beat at the moment, it doesn't make me very eager to listen to your sob story." Peyton snapped.

Lucas was taken aback at Peyton's tone of voice. He knew it was going to be hard talking to her but he never expect it to be like this. "Listen Peyton, I know you're upset but-"

"No I am not upset Lucas. I am more…disappointed." Peyton copped back.

Lucas took a moment to think over his plan to get back with Peyton, or at least back to talking. He sighed and rose. "I am sorry. I didn't know that you still wanted me like that, I thought, I thought you weren't into me like I was into you." Lucas managed to get out.

Peyton felt the tears building up in her eyes but she couldn't cry, she had done enough of that already and she wasn't about to give into it in front of Lucas. "Luke, don't you see? Do you even care? I mean if I never pulled what I pulled last night would you even be here right now trying to win me back?"

Lucas grew angry. He had forgotten how stubborn Peyton could get. "You know that is not true. I can't read you every second of the day."

"I never asked you to!" Peyton yelled.

"I know but you are acting like you expect me to know every inch of you, every thought every moment of every day. And trust me Peyt, I would, I want to, but hell you gotta let me. Stop being so god damn confusing!" Lucas yelled back. This was stupid. Why can't she just say she wanted him back as well?

"Well maybe I wouldn't be so confusing if I knew which brain you're thinking with." Peyton said with no emotion. She didn't mean to sound so harsh but Lucas made her so mad. He needs to just think for himself and himself only.

"Peyton," Lucas pleaded.

"No, I can't. I don't want my heart broken anymore than it is." Peyton turned around and a couple tears fell down.

Lucas walked up behind her. He was so close that she could feel his breath on her ear. Peyton shuddered at the closeness of him again.

"What about my heart?" Lucas whispered and then left.