Lucas POV
Season 2
Rating: PG
Chapter One
He hated seeing her with him.
He hated Felix
He had hated Felix the moment he came to town, but today, today he hated him even more, he stole Brooke, not that he had Brooke, well he did but he let her go, he made an immature, stupid mistake cheating on her, with Peyton. What the hell was he thinking?
He sure as hell had to have been out of his mind because if he knew he would be feeling like this then he would have never even gone to that stupid motel with Peyton.
The thought of Brooke and Felix made him sick, the thought of that guy kissing Brooke, touching Br… he didn’t want to go there, he didn’t think he could go there. He wanted to ignore how he felt he tried so hard to pretend it didn’t matter, that it was just that Felix wasn’t good enough but he was even jealous when Jake got to spend time alone with Brooke and he didn’t.
The thought of Brooke and Felix made him sick, the thought of that guy kissing Brooke, touching Br… he didn’t want to go there, he didn’t think he could go there. He wanted to ignore how he felt he tried so hard to pretend it didn’t matter, that it was just that Felix wasn’t good enough but he was even jealous when Jake got to spend time alone with Brooke and he didn’t.
Kissing her... he remembered kissing her.
It wasn’t just the kissing, although that was often on his mind, cupping her face in his hands and kissing her until he couldn’t breathe. He missed the time he spent with Brooke, the time he could have had but Felix was occupying and worst of all, was hearing her call Felix “boyfriend”.
His chest tightened every time he thought about it, the first time he heard her say it, it was like he couldn’t breathe.
He just kept replaying in his head over and over. He used to be boyfriend, she used to look up at him with that bright smile. A year ago she had said to him she had felt inferior to him well now the roles reversed. He felt so small when he was around her and Felix, like he was nothing, he was insignificant.
He didn’t like thinking he didn’t have a place in Brooke’s life, it broke him.
He had her.
He took her for granted.
He betrayed her.
He lost her.
He would never let that happen again. That’s what this was for. He looked at the empty shoe box, he vowed today that this box would be a reminder of how screwed up everything got, how he would never, ever let anything like that happen. How he would never make a mistake that he would end up regretting and begging, praying he could take back.
The regret box.
First order of business, all his pathetic Peyton stuff. What the hell were they thinking? He was the worst version of himself back then and it took him a long time to find his way back to the guy he once and desperately wanted to be again.
Never again. He closed the box shoved it into his closet.
He climbed into his bed, as he fell into a deep sleep he uttered one word.
“Brooke.”
It wasn’t just the kissing, although that was often on his mind, cupping her face in his hands and kissing her until he couldn’t breathe. He missed the time he spent with Brooke, the time he could have had but Felix was occupying and worst of all, was hearing her call Felix “boyfriend”.
His chest tightened every time he thought about it, the first time he heard her say it, it was like he couldn’t breathe.
He just kept replaying in his head over and over. He used to be boyfriend, she used to look up at him with that bright smile. A year ago she had said to him she had felt inferior to him well now the roles reversed. He felt so small when he was around her and Felix, like he was nothing, he was insignificant.
He didn’t like thinking he didn’t have a place in Brooke’s life, it broke him.
He had her.
He took her for granted.
He betrayed her.
He lost her.
He would never let that happen again. That’s what this was for. He looked at the empty shoe box, he vowed today that this box would be a reminder of how screwed up everything got, how he would never, ever let anything like that happen. How he would never make a mistake that he would end up regretting and begging, praying he could take back.
The regret box.
First order of business, all his pathetic Peyton stuff. What the hell were they thinking? He was the worst version of himself back then and it took him a long time to find his way back to the guy he once and desperately wanted to be again.
Never again. He closed the box shoved it into his closet.
He climbed into his bed, as he fell into a deep sleep he uttered one word.
“Brooke.”
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More to come...
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