That was the last time I'd spoken to Luke properly, I decided that tonight was the night to end all that. I mean how long could he hate me anyway? It's not like I meant it. I pushed myself up from the bench I was sitting on listening to my friend Mouth mumble about girls not being his friend, or something to that affect. He'd drunk a little, which made him all depressive, but I loved him anyway, as a friend.
I walked into the beach house, drink in hand, looking for Lucas. My eyes scanned the room, and there he was, stood talking to Hayley, his best friend. I walked over to him, building courage but also feeling less confident with every step I took. I stopped a few steps short, and looked to my feet.
How stupid was I? Lucas probably hated me, and I was just what, going to walk over and pretend like I'd said nothing? I sighed and went to turn around when I felt him stood right in front of me. I looked up and my nose almost touched his chin, he looked down at me.
I half smiled, feeling stupid and drunk. He took a small step back and held his arm out for me to hold, which I took gratefully as I steadied myself. Suddenly it was rather difficult to stand, which was hard to believe seeing as I had been doing it all my life. "Luke," I started.
"It's okay Peyton, I forgive you." He smiled. I flung my arms around him.
"I'm sorry, Luke I'm so sorry. I just got so mad." He looked around and took me to sit on the bottom of the stairs. "Anyway, I tried to hide my pain, "how are things going with Brooke?" mostly hoping for a negative response.
"Oh come on Peyton," He almost shouted, seeming really angry. "You don't actually think I meant that do you?" he looked at me, "Do you?" he asked more seriously. "Oh my god you do."
"What was I meant to think? That you're a liar?" I asked more confused that I was before I apologised, well, tried to.
He sighed. "I can't believe you haven't figured it out yet." His eyes turned into slits and he looked through me. This just reminded me of the last time we spoke; I exhaled heavily and stood up.
"See you around Luke." As I went to walk off, Lucas grabbed my wrist as pushed his lips against mine. At first I didn't know what was happening. I stood there motionless, then my brain kicked in and I returned the kiss running my hands through his sandy blonde hair. A million thoughts were running through my head as fireworks exploded in my body. He pulled me closer with his strong arms and I felt my whole body go weak, grateful for his supporting hold. I pulled away, not because I wanted to, but because I'd forgotten to breath.
"Luke, what about Nathan?" I asked after catching my breath.
"You're right," he pulled away, leaving me feeling empty, and then he took my hand and pulled me upstairs after him. I know I should stop this. Tell him to stop this. Go and tell Nathan first. Do anything other than to follow him and oblige, but I couldn't. I was in love with Lucas Scott and the only thing in our way is Nathan. I felt Lucas' hand begin to tremble as we reached the top of the stairs. I too became nervous. I stopped walking after him, and he turned to face me.
"Peyton, we don't have to," he motioned toward the door that lead to ecstasy, and later, regret.
"Not while I'm with Nathan. I'm sorry Luke, but I can't do that to him, not knowing how much it hurts." He smiled at me, making feel like the most important person in his life.
"You're a good person Peyton Sawyer, you know that?" He laid a simple kiss on my head, not the same as the fiery first kiss we'd shared moments ago, but one that simply stated that he'd wait. Until I'm ready, he'll wait for me.
At least I hope he will.