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BPOV

(Mid-November-ish)

It's been a month since the "incident," as Nathan calls it. I just call it the night Bitchy drugged me in a pathetic attempt to keep her boyfriend away from me. Whenever I say that Nathan tells me to shut the fuck up and mind my own business. I always tell him when someone drugs my drink, it is my business and then tell him to shut his face. Then Lucas gets annoyed, does that sexy eye roll thing I love and hate, and tells us both to shut the fuck up.

The three of us have started riding to school every day, either in Nathan's Escalade or in my Chevelle. Nathan decided that since he quit banging Haley in the janitor's closet every morning that there was no reason for him to go in early. And since we live next door, he said it made sense for all of us to ride together. Personally, I think he's kind of lonely since his girlfriend turned psycho and Haley turned major cokehead. Whatever, he's pretty entertaining when he's moody. Especially when he annoys the crap out of Lucas. Annoyed Lucas is funny too.

Peyton quit showing up at lunch. She gets to school right as the bell rings, talks to no one in class, skips lunch, and leaves school before anyone else can get to the parking lot. I don't mind too much. It's hard for Nathan and Lucas though. I mean, their relationship was pretty screwed up, but Nathan did care for the girl. And you can tell he misses her. And Lucas…Peyton was his best friend. And I know all about what he said to her the night of that last party in his room, he tells me everything now. He may not say it, but I can tell he misses her too. At least, he misses the Peyton she used to be.

Another thing that's changed are the parties. We haven't held a single party since that night. Some other students do but we don't go. Nathan, Luke, and I sit out on one if their balconies every weekend, drinking and smoking way too many cigarettes until the sun comes up.

"You know Natey, I've been here for a few months. Don't you think it's time to retire the New Girl nickname?" I asked Nathan. It was Friday night and we were on his balcony. His parents weren't home like normal so we took advantage of his dad's extensive liquor cabinet. In my right hand was a whiskey sour, a cigarette in my left. Nathan had a tumbler of straight whiskey. I'm not real sure where Lucas went. He left a few minutes ago, claiming he had to run some errands.

"I'll retire New Girl when you retire Pretty Boy!" Nathan suggested.

"But I like that nickname for you. It fits you perfectly!" I whined, flicking ashes off my favorite pair of True Religion jeans.

"Yeah, well, I think New Girl fits you perfectly so shut up!" he laughed.

We sat in the silence for a few minutes then, enjoying our drinks and letting our minds wander.

"Hey where do you think Luke is anyway?" I wondered out loud.

"Why? You ready to lose the bet?" he asked jokingly. I just rolled my eyes.

"You better just get used to the idea that I'm gonna win. Besides, it's not really like that with Luke."

Nathan didn't respond, just let the subject drop. I was glad. I didn't really feel like explaining my statement to him. I mean, sure, Lucas and I have made out a few times. But that's as far as it always goes. Maybe he lied to me when he made that promise. Maybe he is fucking someone else and I just don't know about it. Maybe that's where he is now…

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LPOV

I had to talk to her. This had gone on long enough. It's time to settle this. She means too much to me to let things stay the way they are now.

"Peyton," I whispered as I walked into her room, not sure if she heard me. For once her music wasn't one. She was just sitting at her computer desk working on a sketch. When I said her name, she froze but didn't look up.

"What are you doing here?" she muttered, glancing at me. I took a moment to take in her appearance before answering her. She looked like hell. She had on old ratty jeans and a black wife beater that I recognized as one of my old ones, her hair up in a horribly messy bun. She didn't have any makeup on. There were dark circles under her bloodshot eyes. There was also a half empty bottle of Jack Daniels next to her sketchbook.

"I wanted to check on you."

"Why? You made it clear a month ago that you were done with me. Why now?"

"Because I was wrong. We were both wrong. The difference is you knew you were wrong. You still went through with it, but you knew you were wrong."

"Luke, if you're here to yell at me again then you can leave. I don't wanna hear it," she mumbled, turning back to her computer and switching it on.

"No, Peyt, let me explain. Yes, you were wrong. But so was I. I shouldn't have cut you out like that. You're my best friend. Instead of cutting you out I should have helped you fix your mistake. With Nathan, "I said and took a deep breath, "And with Brooke. So that's why I'm here.

"Brooke? You expect me to be nice to her?" Peyton spat, standing from her chair.

"Yes I do. Peyt we miss you. Nathan doesn't do anything but drink anymore. Haley's doing so much coke I'm surprised she can still function. Even Brooke misses you in her own weird way," I laughed. Brooke and I had talked about Peyton a few times in the last month. Brooke admitted that she wasn't even mad at Peyton anymore. She just thinks it's funny to annoy me and Nate when she brings it up.

"And I know you Peyt I know you miss us too! I can tell by the look on your face!"

"But how can I face Nathan after what happened?" Her vulnerability was starting to show.

"Well, for starters, quit screwing Tim!" I joked.

"Shut up Luke! I ended that a month ago. Are Nathan and Haley…"

"No, not anymore. He told her that night that it was over. They hardly even speak anymore," I told her.

"Do they hate me?" she questioned, knowing I knew who she was talking about.

"Brooke doesn't hate you. Granted, you're not her favorite person. But she's not going to be mean to you or anything. And Nate could never hate you despite all the stupid shit you've done!"

She laughed at that comment, her gaze straying from my face for a brief second. Looking back at me, she asked, in the quietest voice I've ever heard her use, "Do you hate me?"

"Oh Peyt," I grumbled, "Are you really so fucking stupid as to think I could ever hate you?"

She gasped at my question as I smiled.

"I don't hate you. I was pissed at you for a few days. Then I was over it. I was just a coward for not coming to you sooner."

"I missed you Lucas Scott!" she giggled, throwing her arms around my neck in a tight hug.

"I missed you to Peyton Sawyer!" I whispered in her ear, glad to have my best friend back. We had a ways to go before it would go back to normal. But we were ready for it.

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BPOV

It's after two in the morning. Nathan passed out over an hour ago in the chair on his balcony. I just left him there, throwing a blanket over him before wandering over to Lucas' room. He still wasn't home. Where the fuck is he? Since I normally slept in his bed every night I decided to make myself comfortable while waiting for him. Grabbing a pair of his boxers out of his drawer, I slipped out of my jeans, wondering why anyone would pay that much for Gucci boxers. This boy is ridic! Just as I pulled my shirt off to slip into one of his wife beaters, his bedroom door opened.

"What are you doing here?" he asked me, not even flipping on the light. He walked to his dresser to throw his cell phone, wallet, and keys down, shrugging out of his jacket and flip flops at the same time.

"You left. Nathan and I didn't know where you were so I waited for you," I mumbled, standing there in just his pair of boxers and my black silk bra. It was fucking cold in this room.

"Yeah, well, I'm back now so you can quit the fake worried girlfriend act," he said, walking into his bathroom and turning on the shower.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" What's with his attitude? I didn't do anything wrong!

"Exactly what I said." He was naked now, standing in front of me, waiting for the shower to warm up.

"Luke, where have you been? Nate and I were worried! Honestly! And what's wrong? You can tell me, I won't even be mad if you were with another girl!" I told him, making my eyes stay at his and not travel south.

"Give me a fuckin break. Nathan doesn't worry about anything but his next drink. And like I said, you're not my girlfriend. You don't need to worry about me. I'm a big boy. So with that, even if I was with another girl, it would be none of your concern!"

He didn't even give me a chance to register his words in my head before he stepped into his shower, shutting the shower door in my face. I stood there while he was naked in his shower right in front of me, face turning red with anger. How dare he act like this with me? We made a promise to each other to not fuck anyone else. And like I thought back then, it wasn't coming out and saying we wanted to be exclusive, but it was pretty damn close!

"How dare you Lucas Scott!" I spat, opening the shower door and stepping in, boxers and bra still on.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he asked, dropping his expensive ass shampoo bottle that probably cost over $100. I mean seriously, haven't these people ever heard of Target? You can get the same damn things for WAY less. Anyways, straying from the topic at hand.

"What the fuck am I doing? What the fuck are you doing? Do you not remember that conversation we had at the beginning of school? The first night we fell asleep together? Yeah, you and I promised each other not to fuck anyone else. So if you were with another girl, it sure as fuck is my business! And you may not notice this since you think you're so busy cleaning up after everyone else, but Nathan isn't such a fucktard as you make him out to be. We actually talk. And he does worry about you Luke. He's your twin for god's sake!" I shouted at him, right in his face. "Oh, and I might not be your girlfriend, but I'm the closest thing to it since no one else can get to you. You may act like the nice guy of the group with me, but I know all about you. I've heard it from everyone, including your own brother! You're just like any other guy I've met; cocky, gorgeous, and knows it. You use it to your advantage with everything, girls, your parents, teachers, me! But I know your kind Luke. And I'm not gonna play your game. You wanna play games, go find some other slut to play with. Not me!"

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LPOV

I was in my shower, naked as the day I was born, Brooke screaming at me, in my shower too, in a pair of my boxers and a tiny silk bra that I could see through. I could hardly understand the words coming from her mouth. All I could concentrate on was the water droplets from the shower rolling down her face to land on the tops of her breasts, disappearing into her hot as hell bra. And those boxers on her were soaked and stuck to her skin, making me want to just rip them off her and slide into her. It'd be so easy. I doubt she'd even care right now. She's told me before that when she gets angry she gets horny. I could so fuck her right now and she wouldn't be able to say a word afterwards. All I'd have to do is slide those boxers down her amazing legs, swing her around, and bend her over. It's just easier that way in the shower!

"Are you even fucking listening to me?" she shrieked, realizing I was looking at her boobs and not her face. When I looked up at her, the only thing I could then concentrate on were her lips. It seemed like they were just begging me to go with my idea.

"Wha?" I muttered, sounding like an idiot. I can't think straight when she's standing half naked in my shower while I am actually naked.

"You're such a dick Lucas Scott," she replied, turning to open the shower door to leave. Okay pussy, it's now or never. I've only got this one shot. I have to take it.

Just as her hand rested on the shower door to push it open, I grabbed the top of her arm and spun her around, her chest crushing into mine, her lips landing right on mine. Without wasting a second, I deepened the kiss, shoving my tongue forcefully into her mouth. She responded just like I thought she would. Like a pro, I unhooked her bra and flung it over the top of the shower, hearing it smack against my mirror. She moaned as I lowered my mouth to her right nipple. Moaning is a good thing, what I was hoping for instead of yelling.

"Luke," she whispered. I pulled my head back up to look her in the eyes. I couldn't read her expression so I just kissed her instead. She braced her hands on my chest and I, being a guy, took that as a good sign so my hands made their way south, ready to rip those boxers off her in 2.2 seconds. Obviously, I'm dumber than I look because that's not what she meant when she put her hands on my chest.

"Let go!" she growled, her lips still against mine.

"No," I mumbled, kissing her again.

"Luke, I'm serious! Let me go!"

"What the hell? You just seemed into it. What the shit is wrong now?" I asked, my hands releasing her hips. She didn't answer me, just stepped out of the shower and into my room, dripping wet. I scrambled out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist before following her. I stood motionless as she slid my boxers off her and shrugged into her jeans before running to my closet to grab a t-shirt and throwing it over her head.

"Brooke, wait," I said, trying to stop her from leaving.

"For what? You to yell at me for no reason? Or maybe to try to work your way into my pants again? No thanks, I'm done," she exclaimed, walking out into the hall and down the stairs, not climbing down my balcony for the first time. I just stood there watching her go like the dumb fuck I am. Shit, why do I always fuck everything up? Brooke was right, I'm a dick. I think I'm a hypocrite too. I preached to Peyton and Nathan about them always fucking up and me left to clean up their messes. But this time, I'm the fuckup. And I'm sure Brooke will run straight to Nathan tomorrow and tell him everything just like she always does.

Fuck I'm stupid.

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