I'd Be Lying If I Told You No
I'd Be Lying If I Told You No
Chapter One: Beginnings
The morning was beautiful as Lucas Scott and Brooke Davis stepped on to the bustling grounds of Tree Hill High, their hands laced at the fingers. The summer months had brought the two teens romance making them the item of school gossip. Nathan and Haley had long since fallen from their pedestal of most talked about couple. Brooke and Lucas took the crown by a landslide. Fall signaled the start of a new school year, slates wiped clean. The drunken adventures of summer had long since been forgotten, and the meaningless hook ups were just another written page in the story of your life. Three months had brought no change to the lone high school, or the stories that circulated within. All had remained the same. Basketball would soon be starting; Dan Scott would be riding Nathan and Whitey hard. Nothing had changed since the end of their junior year, nothing.
The couple made their way to front of the school pausing momentarily before walking up the stone steps. Their arms swung back in forth in sync with one another's while Brooke lightly bounced on the balls of her feet. They were a picture of happiness brought to them by the adventures of newly found romance. Puppy love, many would call it. But the smile on Brooke's face could not be denied. She stood on the tips of her toes leaning to kiss Lucas softly on the lips. He dove for more, but Brooke pulled away with a devious smile. His bottom lip stuck out in a pout, he had wanted more than just a peck. "Aw, come on Brooke. Is that all I get? I've been a good boy."
She laughed shaking her head at him. "Oh Luke, if I give you more what do I get in return... Other than what I already know I'll get." He went to speak but stopped shrugging his shoulders, "I got nothing." Brooke laughed once more, "I thought so, but more of my lips will be on yours if you are extra good today, my best friend Peyton is starting school here today and I want you to be on your extra best behavior."
Lucas chuckled, "Alright I think I can manage."
Brooke smiled, "Good. I'll see you at lunch superstar."
The two teens parted ways for the morning rushing to their classes. Well, Lucas did anyway. Brooke worked the catwalk all the way to her classroom, arriving a minute after the bell. She rolled her eyes at the scrutinizing glare of her teacher and began writing a note to Lucas. The summer months had brought them closer together. It was easy though, she thought. He played basketball and she was a cheerleader. It just seemed to make sense in the fantasy world of high school. The morning passed agonizingly slow for Brooke and Lucas who longed to be with each other, and wished for time to speed up and the bell for lunch to ring sooner. But like every other day of school, time passed slowly, the hands of the clock seeming to creep slower with each passing second.
However, the two teens made it, joining hands as they made their way through the busy hallway of kids catching up with each other having lost contact of the summer. "So Brooke Davis how was your first morning of a brand new school year?" he asked sitting across from her at a nearby table.
"Absolutely horrible." she replied tossing the hair from her eyes.
"And why is that?" he asked propping his body on his elbows to lean closer to her on the table. Her lower lip protruded slightly, giving him her best puppy dog face. "Because I was away from my Lucas all morning." He chuckled lightly, "Well aren't we glad that's over?" Brooke nodded forming her lips in a frown. "Good." He smiled lightly kissing her lips.
"So I haven't seen Peyton all morning or at all today." Lucas commented picking absently at his food. He had been looking forward to meeting the infamous Peyton who he heard so much about from his current love interest.
"Oh she's probably still in the office filling out paperwork. I'll introduce you guys after school if you don't see her." Brooke responded capping the bottle to her water standing up.
"So how about it boyfriend, you up for walking me to class?" she asked holding out her arm. Lucas rose a second later linking his arm within hers. "When I am not Brooke Davis?"
She squealed playfully tapping him on the nose, "I knew you were always a good boy." A chorus of laughter mixed between the two as they made their way down to class. After a light peck from Brooke, Lucas hurried away, eager not to be late for his English class. The cards were against him this time the bell rang just as he stepped into his class.
"Nice of you to join us Mr. Scott take the empty seat in the second row." His teacher turned away as he went to take his seat seeing the jeering smiles of the students around him. The teacher's speech about hard work fell on deaf ears to Lucas he had already pried open his notebook and was doodling inside.
Silence surrounded the class; every pupil was engrossed in their own doings and dazes. Some were concentrating hard while others were focusing entirely on actively not listening. However, upon hearing the door open and shut abruptly everyone's head snapped up to stare at the girl who had just entered. The teacher's eyes sized her up attempting to recall a memory. Had a faculty member mentioned something in passing about a new student? The girl looked down at the sheet of paper in her hand, "Uh Smith room 224. English Twelve?"
The click in the teacher's head caused a smile welcoming the new student. "Ah you must be Peyton Sawyer."