A/N: Oh my God! Another chapter! Lol…Thanks to the amazing reviews I got for chapter 11, I was so excited that I wrote this chapter in about an hour! I hope it's good! Let me know what yall think!

Monday Morning:

"Brooke! Get you lazy ass out of bed! We're going to be late for school!" Peyton screamed from the kitchen. Sunday had gone by uneventfully, everyone avoiding the topic.

"I'm not going!" Brooke yelled back at her, hiding her head under the covers. She counted to three and then heard Peyton's footsteps on the stairs.

"Brooke Davis, I am not going to let you do this! Yes, you are pregnant. Yes, you feel sick. And yes, you and Nathan aren't speaking right now. But that is no reason to give up on your education! Your child is depending on it!" Peyton told her as she yanked the comforter off of the bed and threw it on the ground, "Now get up and get dressed! And please do something with your hair. You look like you stuck your finger in a light socket!"

"Yes Mother!" Brooke shouted at her as Peyton left the room to finish gathering her things. Brooke slowly stood from her bed, trying to fight the nausea she felt. She knew Peyton was right. She needed to get a good education so she could provide for her child. Especially since the stupid father didn't want anything to do with it.

"He's an idiot," she grumbled as she started brushing her hair.

"Who's an idiot?" she heard a male voice ask from behind her. Tensing, afraid it was Nathan; she slowly turned, only to see Tim standing there.

"Your best friend!" she said with a fake smile, starting to apply her makeup.

"Oh so growing up, you claimed him all to yourself. But now that he's upset you, he's mine?" Time joked, taking a seat on Brooke's bed.

"Upset me? Timmy, he did more than upset me! He told me to kill my child!" she said with a slight attitude.

"Okay, Brookie, don't take it out on me!" Tim replied, holding his hands up in defense, "I'm not taking his side! I'm just saying maybe yall should talk about this some more."

"No, he said enough! I don't even want to look at him! Now can you get out? I need to get dressed," Brooke said venomously. Tim chuckled lightly before walking out, shaking his head as he did. Walking downstairs, he found Peyton sitting at the kitchen table eating a bowl of cereal. He grabbed a bowl out of the cabinet and a spoon from the drawer before making his own breakfast.

"Help yourself!" Peyton joked as he took a seat next to her and started eating.

"Thanks!" he laughed, "So, how bad do you think it's gonna be?"

"Honestly? Horrible! They're going to do one of two things: cause a huge fight at lunch, or completely ignore each other," Peyton explained, not hearing Brooke walk into the room.

"Well, you can make a bet on me ignoring him! I want nothing to do with him!" Brooke said with a fake smile, grabbing a water bottle out of the fridge.

"B! Come on, you can't do this. It's Nate we're talking about. You need to talk to him," Tim said, trying to reason with her.

"Timmy, you can stop right now. It's not going to work! He should have known better. Now are we going to school or not?" she asked, not waiting for an answer as she walked outside and got in Peyton's car.

Tree Hill High School:

"Yo Nate!" Skills shouted as he saw Nathan walking up to the group. So far, it was only Skills, Lucas, Haley, and Mouth there. He looked around for Brooke but didn't see her yet.

"She's not here yet Nathan," Haley said quietly as he sat down at the table, waiting for the bell to ring, "How are you holding up?"

"Me? I'm fine! Why wouldn't I be?" Nathan said with a smirk. Everyone at the table rolled their eyes.

"Nate, you don't have to pretend with us. We were there, we know what you're going through," Lucas told him, noticing Peyton, Tim, and Brooke walking up behind Nathan.

"No Luke, you have no idea what I'm going through! You and your girlfriend are having a baby! Not fighting over one that shouldn't even exist in the first place!" he vilely said, standing up and turning around to leave, coming face to face with a very pissed off Brooke Davis. His eyes went wide as he saw the anger in her eyes. Before either one could say something, Tim jumped between them, just as the bell rang to star the day.

"Nathan! Come on man, let's get to class!" Tim said quickly, dragging Nathan away from Brooke.

"Brooke, I'm sure he didn't mean it," Haley told her as everyone gathered their things, ready to head to class.

"No, he did. You don't have to stick up for him Hales. He made his decision and I made mine. It's fine, really!" Brooke said, trying to convince herself also, "Let's just go to class."

The day was moving too slow for Brooke's likes. They were only in third period. Thankfully, lunch was next. She was starving! And she decided to be smart and bring her own lunch today. As soon as the bell rang, she jumped out of her seat, desperate to get out of her government class. She almost ran to her locker to drop her bag off and grab her lunch, deciding to meet Peyton at their regular table instead of waiting at her locker. When she walked into the cafeteria, she was surprised to see Peyton already at their table with Tim and Lucas there too.

Slowly, one by one, their table started filling up with the regulars: Skills, Bevin, Mouth, Haley, and eventually Nathan. When he walked up to the table and saw Brooke sitting there, quietly munching on some crackers, he grabbed his backpack off the table and walked away, sitting down at a table across the cafeteria. Brooke watched him go with a sad look. Everyone's eyes were on her, waiting to see what would happen.

"Timmy, Peyt, yall should go sit with Nathan," she told them. Their eyes went wide with surprise at this.

"Why?" Peyton asked incredulously.

"Look, I know he hurt me. A lot. But he's still going to need you guys. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine! I've got everyone else here. Just go," she explained to them. They silently picked up their lunches and their school bags and walked over to join Nathan at his secluded table across the room.

"What are yall doing?" Nathan asked them as they sat down, "Aren't you on Team Brooke?"

"Nate, just because you and Brooke are fighting doesn't give you a right to be rude to us. We didn't do anything wrong!" Peyton defended herself and her boyfriend.

"Oh so slapping me wasn't wrong?" Nathan asked.

"No, it wasn't! You deserved it! And if you keep acting like an ass instead of the Nathan I know, I'll do it again! This isn't you Nate. You're better than this!" Peyton told him, trying to calm her temper.

"Yeah, well, maybe you're wrong!" Nathan shot back, getting angrier by the second. Yes, Peyton was one of his best friends. But this pregnancy issue was something that should have been kept between him and Brooke until they decided what they were going to do. Their supposed friends needed to learn to mind their own business.

"No, Nate, she isn't wrong. We've been friends a long time and I'm pretty sure we know you better than anyone, except Brooke. You two were always closer. So maybe both of you just need to calm down and talk to each other. She's already said she won't get an abortion. You already knew she was against abortion in the first place. So demanding she get one was your first mistake! But maybe yall can think about adoption? I mean, she would still have the baby, but you could give it to a family that could provide for it better than you and Brooke could!" Tim suggested. He hated seeing two of his best friends fighting like this.

"Excuse me? I'm not giving up my baby. I just came over here to tell Nathan that I have a doctor appointment on Thursday. But now I hear my friends trying to convince him about adoption? I can't believe you guys!" Brooke scoffed as she stood by Nathan.

"Brooke, I'm not trying to convince him of anything! It's just an option!" Tim said, hoping to not piss off his hormonal, pregnant friend.

"No, it's not an option! It's not even up for discussion! Nathan, as I was saying, I have a doctor's appointment on Thursday at four. You can come if you want. If not, that's fine too," she told him. He thought for a moment before replying.

"Are you getting an abortion?" he questioned, eyebrows raised. Peyton's jaw dropped, not believing he just asked her that after the conversation they just had.

"No, I'm not getting rid of it! Do you not listen when someone talks to you?" Brooke asked viciously.

"If you're not getting rid of it, then I don't care. I'm out of here," he mumbled, grabbing his backpack and walking out of the cafeteria, deciding to skip the rest of the day.

"Peyt, you mind if I just head out? I'm really not feeling well anymore," Brooke said quietly, tears threatening to spill down her cheeks.

"Sure, here take my car! We'll get a ride home from Luke," Peyton answered, digging her car keys out of her bag and handing them to Brooke.

When Brooke pulled up to Peyton's house, she exited the car and headed straight upstairs, grabbing a few blankets, ready to create their makeshift bed even thought she was by herself. Entering the living room, she was startled to see Nathan sprawled out on the couch, flipping through the channels on TV.

"What are you doing?" she growled, dropping the blankets on the floor.

"I couldn't go home, Dan was there," he shrugged, "Now, could you move over? You're in my way."

"Sure!" Brooke said politely, ripping the remote out of his hand and hitting him over the head with it before she left the room.

"What was that for?" Nathan asked loudly, scrambling to follow her up the stairs towards her room.

"Because you're an ass!" she answered, closing her bedroom door in his face. Deciding not to put up with that from her, he opened the door to see her sitting on the edge of her bed in tears. A part of his heart slowly started to break. Sure, they were fighting and he was mad at her. But he hated to see her cry.

"Nathan, just get out! I don't care if you stay here, but please just leave me alone," she cried, trying to wipe the tears and eyeliner from her eyes, ending up with a black mess on her hands.

"Brooke, what did you expect from me when we saw those tests were positive? You thought I would jump for joy or something?" Nathan asked, dripping with sarcasm.

"Nathan, I'm not exactly happy about it either! But I did expect at least a little support from you. Instead, you just walked out! You sat in that bathroom and cried with me for fifteen minutes! But the minute we admit to anyone that I'm pregnant, you bolt! What do you expect from me?" Brooke asked, trying to keep her tears at bay. She hated crying in front of Nathan. She hated letting him see her vulnerable side like that.

"I expected a little understanding about our futures! How are we supposed to raise a baby and go to college? Or the NBA? Or run a fashion line? There's no way Brookie," he said, hoping that by using her nickname would help him in the long run.

"Don't call me that. You don't get to anymore. You can go to college and then go on to the NBA. You have nothing to worry about! I, on the other hand, will be raising my child. Without you! You no longer have any ties to me or this child! So get out!" she yelled, trying to push him out of her bedroom while starting to cry.

Without thinking, she started to pound her fists against his chest in anger. Nathan stood there and let her do it, knowing she was hurting. No matter how bad their fights were, he always cared more about her feelings than his own. Soon, the fist pounding stopped and she just laid her forehead against his chest, sobbing loudly. Nathan slowly and hesitantly wrapped his arms around her shoulders, enjoying the feeling of Brooke in his arms again.

"It's okay B. It's going to be okay," Nathan whispered, not sure if he was telling the truth. Brooke raised her head and looked him in the eyes, immediately doubting his words.

"How can you even tell me that? How can you stand here and comfort me and tell me everything is going to be okay? You, the one that told me our child shouldn't even exist!" she spat, instantly recoiling from his touch.

"Brooke, come on, don't pull away from me. We need to talk," Nathan said quietly, reaching his hand out for her

"No, Nathan, we don't. Just get out," she whispered, walking into her bathroom and slamming the door.

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