She always hated the number one. That stupid, tiny little number that should have been completely insignificant, but somehow always managed to ruin everything. She ran red lights all the time – her mother ran one and suddenly she was gone.
She had only actually dated one guy in her life, and he only wanted her for one thing, which she repeatedly gave him.
She had one best friend and her stupid heart had to go and latch onto the one boy that ever actually mattered to Brooke Davis. And then that boy got into one car accident that set into motion a bitter sequence of one event after another – the summation of all those ones being the loss of one person who had always been there for her.
She and Brooke had one major argument and she turned to the one person she should have stayed far away from him. She - who had been more than willing strip down whenever and wherever for a boy who never loved her and treated her like a disposable toy – had never done more than kiss the boy who poured his heart out to her. She had been completely chaste with that boy….the one she loved back no matter how hard she tried to deny it. Until that one moment on weakness happened.
She looked around her smudged white walls. She had taken down all her drawings; they reminded her of too many things. It hurt too much to look at all the memories she was desperate to forget. The only physical traces left of those undoable memoires were the small tape marks and the charcoal and oil stains left behind.
Her blonde curls formed ringlets around her thin fingers as she dragged her hand through her hair. She breathed in deeply, hoping that it would help to relax her. She would do just about anything to undo that knot in the pit of her stomach…anything to take back that stupid, reckless night two weeks ago.
He had stopped by uninvited the night after her blow up with Brooke. He sat down next her on the bed and wrapped his arm around her.
"You shouldn't be here" She had whispered the words as she buried herself deeper into his embrace.
"I know" He whispered back as he kissed the top of her head. She doesn't remember exactly what happened in the moments afterwards..she couldn't say for certain who kissed who first or why. But she can certainly recall everything that happened afterwards. Vividly.
She slept with Lucas Scott one time…and now she had one fear.
She unconsciously brought her hand to her mouth, placing her nail of her top in one of the grooves of her teeth. She slid it back and forth slowly, getting lost in the repetitive sound it created. She's not sure how long she sat performing the absentminded motion, but a high pitched beeping cause her snap her neck towards the suddenly offensive watch laying on her night stand. Her fingers tremble as she reaches across her night stand and hesitantly wraps them around the small white object that she's terrified to look at.
As she forces herself to cast her eyes downward, she bites her lip and prays for that number she's always hated so much. She can't stop the tears she's been holding at bay for the last few hours, and she doesn't bother to wipe them from her face, but instead lets them fall onto her hands and then drip onto her comforter. Peyton bites her bottom lip and closes her eyes tightly, no longer able to look at that one little device, with its small screen baring two blue lines that would change her life forever.