Somehow, the rest of the class seemed to sense that Hannah had crossed some sort of line. Maybe it was the fact that the teasing smile was gone from Peyton's face, replaced instead by a small, almost imperceptible to anyone but Lucas, tear. Maybe it was it Brooke had suddenly stopped laughing, and was now looking at the girl with a mixture of contempt and disbelief mapped out on her face. Or maybe it was the fact that even though Lucas didn't know it, there were at least five girls in that class that worshiped the ground he walked on, and couldn't believe that she Hannah could, would, ever say something so hurtful. Whatever the reason nothing more was said for the remainder of the class. The last twenty or so seconds were spent in complete silence, before the bell cut the noiseless tension, and the class dispersed. By the time Lucas looked up, Peyton had disappeared too, and Brooke was standing in front on him, blocking his figure from the class that he had to talk to next. While Peyton was missing, hurt and upset.

"Go find her. Tell her you love her." Brooke said quietly, "I'll cover the class. Principal Turner loves me." Lucas didn't need any other encouragement before he was out of the door, his footsteps tracing down the hallway that he had walked so many times. Down the main hallway, past his old locker, past Peyton's locker, left into cafeteria, straight through, down the staircase into the basement, and three doors into the art wing. The old art wing, he should say. He sees her before she sees him, and for a second, he's fifteen again, just a freshman, standing in the same doorway, with Haley hovering beside him, before the first day of his new art class.

Haley was mad. She didn't want to waste an entire period drawing every day. She wasn't good at art. Not that Lucas was any da Vinci either, but, three projects and a hysterical crying fit later, the teacher had realized that too, and had let Haley write papers on various topics instead of actually doing art. But she had still been mad. She had been even madder when she realized the only reason she was in this class, was curly blonde haired girl who had Lucas had been crushing on since the sixth grade.

"You know you're the cause of the only C I ever got in school." His voice was tentative as he made his way into the unused classroom, and walked over to where she was sitting, tears on her face, on top of an old desk.

"What?"

"Freshman Art. I signed up for that class just so that I could watch you. Made Haley come with me. She was so bad that the teacher finally gave up all hope on her, and had her right term papers for her Art Theory students to read. And then you dropped out of the class, and I was left knee deep in oils, with no legs to look at." His laugh was quiet as he slid onto the desk next to her, almost crying himself when Peyton moved to the other side. "Peyton, what's going on? I thought we were okay."

"No, Lucas. We aren't okay. You're okay. You're okay because you know that Julian was just a boyfriend for me. You know that the love I have for him was nothing like what I have for you. All I know is that I am your second choice." She wasn't sure why this was bothering her now. Of course she's had to deal with questions about Lindsey before. This was just different somehow. Somehow, that girl in there had conveyed everything she had felt after Lucas and Lindsey had gotten engaged, but never said. She had said that Lucas had promised her forever, and then almost gave that to someone else. "Lucas, you gave her your forever. If she hadn't have left, you would be married right now. You could have a baby already." The tears start to fall from her eyes more readily now as she pictured Lucas and Lindsey, in a hospital room, holding a little baby. "You have a family, with her."

"No." He didn't let her pull away this time as he gently pulled her chin up so that she was looking into her eyes. "My family is in the room right now. Lindsey was a mistake. I was hiding from you, and from heartbreak, and I shouldn't have used her the way I did. I won't apologize for loving her, because I would never make you apologize for loving Julian, but I will apologize for not leaving her the second I saw your face again. I knew as soon as I did that I would never be happy with her. Not when you were around. I've been in love with you since the day I've met you, and no matter what you think, I never could have had a family with her. I didn't want a family with her."

"Then why do you want one with me?"

"Because you are not my second choice, Blondie. You are my forever, and my always, and the love my life." He moved his hand down so that it was pressing against her stomach. "And the mother of my child." Slowly, he reached his lips down to capture hers, pulling her closer to him. "I love you."

"I love you too, Luke. I'm sorry I freaked out."

"I'm sorry didn't tell me how you were feeling earlier. We are okay now, though, right?"

"Baby, we are more than okay." She nodded, and then pulled him up so that they were both standing. "Now, how about we go be okay at home." She didn't have to ask him twice, before they were both going upstairs. They were just about out of the school when they passed a math classroom. Peyton only had to look into the class for a moment, before she saw the little brat sitting there.

She waited until Hannah let her attention drift from the chalkboard, to outside the classroom before she pulled Lucas closer, and pressed her lips onto his, making sure they were in plain view of the girl. "Let's go home, baby."

A/N: So, that's it. Hope everyone enjoyed.