A/N: Hey, so this is my very first fanfiction so please be nice. Straight out this is definitely going to be a femslash so if you don't like those types of stories then don't read. I know it's a bit bold for me to take on a femslash right away but I've always wanted to, so please rate and any suggestions will be considered =) This is only a short sort of introduction to what the story will be so please don't judge badly straight away.. I'm sorry in advance for any mistakes…enjoy =)

Disclaimer: Sadly I do not own One Tree Hill or any of the characters.

Pairing: Peyton and Haley

Rating: M, just to be safe for later chapters

It was the first day of senior year as Peyton Sawyer walked into the quad, the sun beating down on her pale neck, with a flirtatious brunette attached to her hip. She looked around the busy quad trying to find the one person she always has a glimpse at every morning, secretly of course. Her blonde curls bounced up and down as her brunette best friend dragged her across the quad. As they were about to head into the corridor, Peyton spotted the honey blonde girl she always looks forward to seeing; sitting in her usual place, doing what she normally does in the mornings. This was always the highlight of her day, watching the honey blonde sit reading, studying or doing some sort of homework, and also watching as the sun shined on the girls face, highlighting her beautiful brown eyes.

"Peyton. Peyton! P. Sawyer!" The curly blonde was pulled out of her trance.

"Huh?" was all she could manage to choke out as she was still recovering from the honey blonde's beauty. "Oh…sorry Brooke, were you saying something?" Peyton asked the brunette.

"Forget that, what were you staring at? Or should I say who were you staring at?" Brooke asked with her famous devious grin planted on her face. She followed Peyton's gaze, and the grin slowly feel into a confused expression, "Haley?"

"Uh…um…I-"Peyton stuttered.

"Why were you looking at her?"

"Uh…I was…um…her shirt!"

"Wha-?"

Peyton cut Brooke off, "I was just looking at her shirt. It's um….nice", Peyton lied.

"Wow P. Sawyer, I'd never think that when you started noticing fashion, you'd notice the wrong kind first! Haha that shirt is…wow…and look at that stupid poncho, ugliest thing out!" Brooke teased, obviously not noticing the instability in the curly blonde's voice.

"Hey", Peyton said as she slapped Brooke's arm, "be nice, she's just not like you." Shit Peyton why did you just defend Haley! You can't do that, Brooke would suspect something!

Brooke looked at Peyton as if she was on drugs, "Ouch, why did you-"

Peyton cut Brooke off again. She needed to think of something quick. "Um…I mean….uhh…she doesn't have your great fashion sense, like anyone would ever wear a poncho like that, they are so last century." It killed Peyton inside to insult the honey blonde like this, but she couldn't afford to get caught.

Brooke's smile returned, "that's my P. Sawyer, I guess you can pick out bad fashion sense, even if you are a little behind with the time period," Brooke teased, "now come on let's get to homeroom, I think you've had enough of bad fashion for one day." Brooke laughed as she tugged on the curly blondes arm.

Peyton playfully slapped the brunette again as the two girls laughed their way through the buzzing corridor. Although, underneath Peyton's laugh were her thoughts on how close that actually was. She nearly got caught. Nearly. The curly blonde let out a silent sigh of relief. Her secret was safe, for now.

Meanwhile, Haley James was oblivious to all that just went on. She sat, as usual, by herself at the table furthest away from the jocks and their cheerleader girlfriends. She thought they were pathetic putting all their time into sports and dancing around in skimpy skirts cheering on this sport. She was perfectly happy with sitting there, in her own little world of books and homework, while waiting for her best friend to arrive. 'He should be here soon,' she thought, and continued with her work. The honey blonde was so concentrated on her work that she didn't notice the sandy blonde haired boy sneaking up behind her.

"BOO!" He screamed as he grabbed Haley from behind.

The honey blonde jumped out of her seat, letting out a muffled scream, as the sandy haired boy had covered her mouth knowing that she was going to scream. Haley then realised that it was only her best friend and not some psycho murder or something, "Lucas Eugenie Scott you gave me a frigan heart attack!" She said, punching Lucas in the arm.

"Ouch! Hales why'd you punch me for?"

"You know that I scare easily!"

"Yeah that's why I did it."

Haley raised her fist again.

"I mean…ah….Hales come on it was only a joke. And anyway you're lucky I know you so well that I covered your mouth so no one would hear you scream." He said, flinching, thinking Haley was going to strike again. But she didn't. He looked up, seeing a huge smile planted on her face.

"You're lucky you're my best friend and I can't stay mad at you."

Lucas let out a sigh of relief.

"But, guess what, paybacks a bitch Luke," Haley laughed, as she bent down to collect her things.

Lucas was scared now. He knew Haley, and when Haley had her mind set on something she won't give up until it's done.

"DING" the bell rang and Lucas and Haley made their way to their homeroom with linked arms.

"Thanks to your little joke where going to be late on the first day!" Haley teased.

"Oh come on Hales its senior year, our time to shine, so why not be late once in a while?"

Haley raised an eyebrow at Lucas.

"Ok I know, you're a nerd and can't afford to have your perfect record ruined." The sandy blonde haired boy teased his best friend, as they entered the room.

"Hey, I'm not a-" Haley stopped in the middle of her sentence. She was suddenly captivated by the curly blonde sitting by the in window. She had never noticed the curly blonde until now, at least not in this way. Haley had never really noticed how truly beautiful Peyton was until now. Her beautiful green eyes were filled with inspiration but also deep sadness and all Haley felt like doing was making that sadness disappear from Peyton's eyes. 'Wait, why I am thinking like this? Especially about a girl! I like guys…right?' Haley questioned herself. She was so confused, but didn't have much time to think on it.

"Haley? Hales!" Lucas waved his hands in front of Haley's face trying to get her attention, and pulled her out of her thoughts.

"Huh?" was all she could manage to say because she was still a little confused.

"Are you feeling ok? You hardly ever stop in the middle of a sentence!" Lucas teased.

"Oh shut up Luke!" Haley quickly recovered, not wanting anyone, especially Lucas, to notice her confusion. "I'm not that nerdy!" She slapped his arm and walked off to her seat, making sure it was as far away as possible from the beautiful curly blonde. She still couldn't wrap her head around why she felt the way she did when she walked in the door and her eyes fell on Peyton. It just didn't make any sense so she decided from now on she will do whatever it takes to avoid the curly blonde.

Lucas took a seat next to Haley, "Hey Hales I'm sorry I was just joking about the whole nerd thing."

"Yeah I know, haha but it's true, I am a nerd." Haley laughed, "and I honestly could care less." The rest of homeroom they talked about how excited they were to make their predictions for that year and Haley forgot all about the curly blonde, for now.