"Girlfriend," Brooke mumbled shoving her clothes into her bag. "A damn girlfriend!" she slammed her shirt inside along with her makeup bag and everything else.

"Momma!" the voice lit up the house but Brooke still felt the blood boil in her. "You awake?" he ran into her room to see her.

"What are you doing?" Lucas looked around his room confused, Brooke keeping her back to him as she folded her clothes.

"Easton go to your room, I'll be in there in a minute," she pushed her clothes down, cursing the damn zipper.

"Momma I don't have a room," he reminded her with a laugh.

"Then go to Lily's," she barked making his eyes widen.

"Ok," he looked up at Lucas before sliding passed him and down the hall.

"Hey," Lucas shut his bedroom door still lost on what was wrong. "Don't snap at him like that."

"Don't…" her finger flew into his face. "Don't tell me how to parent my child," she ordered.

"You're right and I'm sorry, but if you are upset because we left that was my fault not his," he tried to defend, Brooke letting out a dry laugh.

"Right, that's the problem here," she spun away from him and towards the bathroom to get the rest of her stuff.

"Brooke what are you doing?" he followed her not understanding what had her so mad.

"Packing," she answered like it was so obvious.

"I can tell but why?" he asked but she just ignored him, continuing to pack her stuff. "Brooke…" he took a step closer to her completely confused. "Pretty Girl what's going on?" he touched her shoulder and she jerked away.

"Don't touch me," she snapped, Lucas really never seeing the look of disgust in someone's eyes like he was seeing in Brooke's.

"Brooke, what's wrong?" he begged not getting what had set her off. Not getting why those eyes that were so angry quickly turned to pain when she finally looked at him. Her bottom lip trembling and eyes pooling with tears. "Shit, Brooke what did I do?"

"I trusted you," she blinked a few times, really refusing to get upset over a man again. "I told you things. I-" she swallowed hard to regain her voice, glancing away before looking back at him. "I told you things I've never told anyone," she sniffled a bit cursing the stupid tears building in her eyes.

"I know," he knocked her hair back from her face, hating when she recoiled away from him. "I don't know what's wrong? God what could I have done?"

"You lied to me!" she snapped shoving him backwards. "I trusted you and you are nothing but a liar and a cheater and I…I hate you!" she screamed and his eyes widened.

"What?" he fell confused, his heart racing in his chest. How could he hate him? How could something possibly happen that made her flip so quick from last night to now?

"Do you know how stupid I feel? I was opening myself up, I was letting you in and this whole time has been nothing but you lying to my face!" she snapped, shoving her finger in his chest. "I let my child around you. I let him bond and love you and you are just like every other man out there," she gritted her teeth, shoving passed him and towards the door to get her son.

"Will you stop?" Lucas freaked grabbing her wrist and spinning her around. "Talk to me damn it. What did I do? What did I lie about?" he racked his brain for something but coming up empty handed. He was positive he had never lied to her; he had been honest with her about everything in his life.

"Everything!" she yelled the pressure in her eyes just increasing and she knew she wouldn't be able to stop herself from crying. She couldn't help it, she was crazy about this boy and to learn the truth hurt, it hurt worse than anything she could imagine. "Damn it," she cursed running her hands over her face, wishing she was back home.

"I have not lied to you," he took a slow step towards her pulling her hands from her face. "God I've always been honest with you."

"And Theresa?" she spit her name watching his eyes widen looking at her. "When were you going to be honest about that?"

"How do you know Theresa?" he pulled back looking at her not at all knowing how she would know about the other dark haired girl.

"Because she showed up here!" she threw her hands up jerking away from him. "She shows up on her boyfriend's doorstep wanting to see him!"

"Boyfriend?" he looked away, trying to process that. "Pretty Girl look-"

"Do you know how stupid I feel? How…how dirty I feel?" she yelled cutting him off. "I let you touch me! I slept in that bed!" she flung her finger forward, tears streaming down her face. "Oh my god, that bed you share with her!" she ran her hands through her hair feeling suddenly sick to her stomach.

"Brooke…" Lucas grabbed her wrist yanking her around to face him. "Listen to me ok, you are my girlfriend! No one else but you! I don't feel anything for anyone but you. God do you think for a second my mom would let me bring you here, bring Easton here if there was someone else? Do you think Clay would let me get within a hundred feet of you if that was the case?" he questioned and her anger dropped a bit processing that. She could tell just from the short time Karen and Keith wouldn't allow that and she knew Clay would never let her get with a guy again if there was a chance she could get hurt.

"Then who is she Lucas? Why is she saying you are hers?"

"I don't know Brooke, I mean we dated yes but it's over," he told her quickly. "It's been over for a long time now," he told brushing her hair from her face. "God baby girl you have to believe me," he sighed dropping his head to rest against hers. "I wouldn't lie to you," his arms circled around her waist and her head dropped to his chest as she cried.

"I thought I was going to lose you," she cried and his grip around her tightened. "And I don't want to lose you. I need you."

"And I'm here," he told her. "I need you to trust me Brooke. I know it's hard for you but I'm not him," he whispered and she nodded. "I would never lie and hurt you."

"I'm sorry Lucas," she pulled back to look at him. "I don't hate you; I don't think I could hate you. Even saying it I knew it was a lie."

"God Pretty Girl," he wiped her tears looking at her. "I wish I was here. I don't want someone saying that to you. I…god why would she say that?" he ran his mind trying to think of it. The thought of someone upsetting Brooke like that making him grow angry. "We have been over very a long time Brooke. I mean a very long time."

"Did you love her?" she asked not sure she wanted to know the answer.

"Yes," he admitted never wanting to lie to her. "We dated through high school and when I moved we tried the distance thing but it didn't work so we broke up. We went a few months not even talking but last summer she came to visit wanting to try again but it just…she wasn't the person I fell in love with. I mean she wasn't a bad person we were just…we were different I guess. We grew up."

"Lucas I understand you having a past," she told him. "I have a past, I have a terrible past and the way you are with it…how understanding you are with it. God it makes me just fall for you so fast, faster than I ever thought I could fall for anyone," she admitted. "But I just…I want to ask you one thing and I swear I won't ever ask it again."

"Ok," he brushed her hair back. "What is it?"

"Do you still love her?" she asked feeling her heart race. "If you were here when she showed up, would I lose you?"

"God Brooke," his hands framed her face and he gave her a kiss, hating how her lips trembled against his. "I want to kill him," he pulled back resting his head against hers. "I hate he made you so insecure. I hate he ruined you trusting and loving someone."

"I don't mean too…" she frowned; very aware he didn't exactly answer her question.

"I don't blame you," he breathed her in deep and calming himself down. "Brooke, I told you I wasn't going anywhere. Just please…please let me prove to you I'm not that guy. Please let me show you I'm not him and you deserve so much more then he let you believe," he said and she just slowly nodded closing her eyes. "But I need to talk to her," he said and her head flew up to look at him.

"Why? Why do you need to talk to her? If she means nothing…"

"I know how Theresa works Brooke. She isn't stupid, she knows I'm home, she comes here and finds you in my room, in the morning," he shook his head annoyed. "I'm not ok with that."

"Lucas its ok…"

"No its not," he shook his head not at all ok with it. "You and Easton are my present and hopefully my future and it pisses me off that my past is trying to screw with it. I mean what if you left before I got home?"

"You had my child, I wouldn't have left before you got home," she pointed out with a half smile trying to relax him.

"Not the point!" his temper flew and Brooke let out a small laugh.

"Boyfriend…" she stood on her tip toes to look him in the eyes. "Have I told you lately how much I…" she paused trying to think of a word. "What is a word for when you're falling but not the L word?"

"I don't think there is one…"

"We should make up one," she told him making him chuckle and she thanked the heavens he relaxed. "Like…" she trailed off thinking a moment. "Cookie."

"Cookie?"

"Yes cookie. Because to me cookies are sometimes a tease or lead up to something better, like cake or ice cream. Cookie is the stage before perfection."

"You're insane Brooke Davis," he shook his head laughing.

"But you cookie me right?" she bit her tongue between her teeth smiling at him.

"Yeah, I cookie you crazy girl," he smiled at the girl in front of him. Even with everything in her life she still to him just seemed so innocent in so many ways. "But you aren't changing my mind," he told her and she frowned.

"I don't want you talking to her Lucas. I mean clearly she feels something for you and wants you to come to her so why do that? Why give her what she's wants?" she asked really not at all wanting Lucas by that girl. Yes maybe she hadn't talked to her because she had kinda slammed the door in her face but she still didn't want her around him.

"Brooke…" he brushed her hair back from her shoulders. "She just showed up at my house, upset my girlfriend to the point of wanting to leave…" he reminded her and she dropped her head thinking maybe that was a little premature, she should probably talked to him before just flying off that quick. "And you are telling me I shouldn't talk to her? Figure out what the hell she is doing?"

"Yes," she shrugged. "I would rather you just stay with me and Easton and I don't know go to the park."

"Pretty Girl," Lucas slid his fingers through her hair bringing her close to him. "I won't be long ok? And when I'm done I will take you to the park and get you ice cream and cake and anything else in the world you want ok? I'll be back soon," he gave her a sweet kiss. "Go talk to Easton and get ready for whatever you want to do on our last day," he told her and she nodded as he kissed her head. "See you in a few," he gave a smile walking out of the room.

"But…" she frowned dropping on his bed. "You cookie me…" she picked at the bed spread suddenly feeling really lonely.

"Theresa!" Lucas knocked on her front door waiting for the girl to open it. He couldn't figure out why she came over and he really couldn't figure out why she would lie to Brooke but he does know he wasn't at all ok with it.

Brooke is fragile enough without someone from his past coming in and adding to it.

"Theresa!" he slammed his hand on the door, reaching back to do it again and it opening.

"Chill Luke, I know you are impatient when it comes to me but damn honey," she smirked cocking her head to the side looking at him.

"What's your problem Theresa?" he moved passed her into the very familiar building.

"Oh come right on in," she rolled her eyes shutting the door. "Nice to see you too, oh no I've been great, what about you? Awesome…"

"Cut the shit Theresa," he spun to face her. "Don't act so shocked to me being here. We both know you expected it."

"Well thought you would at least say hello first."

"Hello," he gave a sarcastic look making her shake her head.

"Oh how nice is that," she crossed her arms looking at him. "You're looking good Luke," she smirked biting her bottom lip.

"I look good because I'm happy Theresa, happy with Brooke, my girlfriend," he stressed. "But you already met her this morning, right?"

"Umm…I vaguely recall," she flipped her hand dismissing the girl she ran into this morning.

"Do you vaguely recall telling her you were my girlfriend? Because she definitely recalls that."

"She must have misunderstood me," she shook her head. "I said ex, but in the process of rudely slamming the door in my face I guess didn't hear that part."

"Why would that even need to be brought up?" he threw his hands to the side thinking that part of info doesn't need to be mentioned in the first four seconds of meeting someone.

"I don't know it just did," she shrugged not getting the big deal. "I mean I come by to see you and imagine my shock to find some half naked chick answering your door."

"You shouldn't be coming by to see me. If you want to talk you call, you don't just show up like it's all ok."

"I use to always show up and you didn't mind before," she swayed her way towards him and his eyes hardened. "I mean come on Luke, how serious can you be about this girl if you come over to my place the moment I show up at yours?"

"Don't tell me what I feel for Brooke," he growled tightening his fist. "The only reason I'm even here is because you upset her."

"How on earth could I upset her?" Theresa pulled back to look at him. "I seriously said a possible of three words to her."

"Yeah and those three words are, I'm Lucas's girlfriend," he held up his finger on each word making her rolled her eyes. "That's not cool Theresa," he told not for a second believing Brooke just misunderstood her.

"So I slipped up," she threw her hands up. "I mean you didn't even tell me you had some girlfriend coming home with you. Imagine my shock to see her there?"

"I don't have to announce to you every time I get with someone! Not like you send me a post card every time you fuck someone new!"

"Don't talk to me like that!" her finger flew in his face. "If we are broken up I can do what I want."

"You're right, I'm sorry," he held up his hand in defense. "I shouldn't have said that and it was wrong but Theresa I'm happy. Really, really happy with her."

"Do you love her?" she asked feeling a little ping of pain in her chest when he stayed silent. "Good for you then," she shook of the feeling and walked towards her living room. "I'm glad you found someone."

"I'm not trying to hurt your feelings Theresa. I can't help falling for someone. It's not like I did it to hurt you," he told her watching her fiddle with her movies. A habit she had since he met her where she would occupy herself with something else so she wouldn't get upset. "But Theresa we've been done over almost two years."

"We weren't over during the summer," she reminded him. "I very much remember us being on."

"And then you left again and nothing else happened," he pointed out.

"I wasn't coming by to get back together Lucas," she pushed a DVD case into the neat stack before turning to face him. "I got that job in New York I had told you I was trying to get and I ran into some friends the other day saying they knew you were home and I was just coming to tell you. I was just hoping I would at least have a friend there since I don't know anyone."

"I happy for you Theresa I mean really. I know you were excited for that to work out," he told her honestly knowing she had been dreaming of getting the design job or some big time magazine in New York. He knew she would be great at it being she had been studying for as long as he could remember so he really was proud of her. "And you know if you need someone I'm there for you, but I'm there as a friend," he made extremely clear. "I'm very happy with Brooke; she's who I want to be with."

"Beating a dead horse much?" she kinked a brow and his eyes narrowed on her. "I'm kidding damn; get your sense of humor back please."

"Brooke isn't a game or a joke to me Theresa," he told her making sure she understood that.

"Ok, I get alright? She's it, the one," she waved her hands around. "But I'm not after you so she doesn't need to freak alright? I was just coming to see if I have a friend there. It can be kinda scary picking up and moving and not knowing anyone."

"I know it is," he agreed understanding the scary in that.

"So I have a friend?" she held out her hand with an innocent smile.

"Yeah, you know you do," he shook her hand and pulled her into a hug.

"Awesome," she beamed, releasing from the hug to look at him. "I'll give it to you though Scott happy looks good on you," she told him walking him towards the door and opening it up.

"It feels good," he smiled at the thought of the dark haired girl and little blonde boy. "I want you happy Theresa. I want you happy like I'm happy."

"Yeah and I will be," she gave a tight lipped smile. "First step moving out of Tree Hill and getting a job next step that thing called love."

"Yeah, that thing called love," he chuckled stepping out into the warm sun. "But I'm helping you if you need it Theresa but if Brooke is ever upset like she was again…Its' done, no more."

"I know Luke; I really think she just misunderstood me."

"Yeah, let's hope that's it," he pulled out his keys, shuffling to find the one he needed. "But if you will excuse me, I have promised ice cream and a racecar to someone very important."

"Uh…should I try to understand that?" Theresa looked at him very confused.

"No," he chuckled. "Bye Theresa."

"Bye Lucas," she leaned on the door frame watching him walk down the steps and to his car. Seeing him give a wave before climbing inside and driving off. "I'll be seeing you," she shut the door and went back to packing.

So I was going to make this longer because there is a second part but I've decided to break it into two chapters. The second that will be up very soon! It's the last one in Tree Hill before returning to New York and as we know drama is going to start up!

Hope you all enjoyed the new chapter and please review!