Hey Everyone, so this is my first official story! I in no way shape or form own any of the characters from One Tree Hill. I'm really nervous about posting this story. If anyone has any pointers or ideas about where they might want me to take this story I'm open to it. So with that being said hope you enjoy the story
Peyton Sawyer knew who she was supposed to be, the cheerleader with the 4.0 GPA, someone who always did as she was told. She had been properly groomed for the high class lifestyle that was being set up for her and this included what to wear and who to talk to.
Rocks hit the pane of Peyton window, sounding like rain as they continued to pound on the glass. Peyton hurried over to open it.
"Peyton?"
"Are you crazy?" Peyton hissed as she slides herself quietly out the window. "You know my Dad put the neighbours on high alert when he's out of town." She said as she jumps to the ground.
"I'm sorry ok, but I never know if you're coming, or sleeping, or doing whatever high class people do. Maybe you should start becoming more predictable, than I wouldn't have to throw the rocks."
"J.T come on, everyone knows that a predictable girl is a boring girl." She shrugged and moved towards his parked car.
When both she and J.T slid into his car she looked towards him "So where are we heading tonight?"
"Well according to my source, it's at some club Tric" J.T pulled out and headed towards the club
"Isn't that the club on the other side of town?" Peyton asked nervously
"What's wrong rich girl afraid?" J.T laughed
"No! We just never danced down there before."
"Who cares where it's set, as long as we win!" J.T responded cockily pulling in to the Tric parking lot.
Peyton had to admit, for downtown this was a really nice building. For all the times that she had been in this part of town there really hadn't of been any place where she could really say that she would want to stay more than 5 minutes.
J.T and Peyton entered into the dark club. Music was blasting, people were crowding around the bar and it looked as if this place was just about to burst. Peyton could feel the excited energy that came with a dance battle.
"Go get ready I'll meet you on the floor." J.T said patting her on the back as he moved towards their crew.
Peyton nodded and navigated herself over to the big open dance floor. She saw her team warming up but chose to stand away. Peyton would be the first to say that she loved her team they were in fact among the few that she would consider family but regardless she still believed in being a lone wolf, she hated crowds of people, it made her feel trapped and constricted. When the battle would being once again that feeling would return because all eyes would be on her team and the one that they would be competing against.
Peyton was pulled from her thoughts when someone from the crowd knocked into her back. Causing her to fall forward into whoever was in front of her.
"Whoa" the stranger replied
"Damn, God this place is packed, what was the owner thinking allowing this many people in." Peyton said still stuck in the strangers arms.
"Probably that it's a bar and therefore good when there is paying customers" the stranger responded sarcastically.
"Ever heard of over capacity?" Peyton huffed pushing out of his arms
"Yah and we sure haven't hit it yet" he responded
Peyton had a sarcastic remark on the tip of her tongue and was just about to let this guy have it when she finally looked up into the eyes of the man that currently saved her from hitting the floor. All she could do was stare, was it possible to have eyes as blue as the ones she was currently staring into?
"Peyton!" J.T shouted grabbing her arm, "it's time"
"Right, coming" Peyton nodded as she was dragged away from those blue eyes.
When J.T and Peyton finally pushed their way through the crowd towards their crew and the dance floor the music blasted out of the speakers which only seem to increase the crowd's excitement. This was the time where everything needed to be blocked out.
Battling was a challenge; it not only tested you physically but emotionally as well. Dancers no matter what the style needed complete control over their emotions as well as the ability to express them. For Peyton this was the only way to express them. During the day she was to be the perfect and silent daughter. The only thing required was to live and breathe the high society lifestyle. This dancing gave her the ability to express in a way that nothing had before.
Peyton's crew challenged the crew before them for the finally few minutes of the song and then came together to excite the crowd even further by jumping up and down trying to get them wild enough to cheer for their team. When the verdict was delivered from the overwhelming noise of the crowd J.T moved to collect the prize money. Peyton turned and headed towards the doors outside, waiting for J.T and her other fellow team mates to meet her out by J.T car.
The night was peaceful and warm. It almost didn't matter that she was currently standing in the wrong part of town.
"Well, you sure can dance."
"Jezz, what are you, a stocker?" Peyton said turning angry that her peace had been disturbed.
The stranger continued as if she hadn't said anything "I never seen you around here before, and judging by your oh so lovely demeanour, you must be from uptown."
"Wow, Sherlock where the hell is Watson. Do you think you would be able to tell me what street and house number too?" Peyton said glaring at him
"You know, considering I saved that pretty face from hitting the floor not too long ago, you would think someone would be a little more polite." The stranger shrugged and leaned against the building crossing his arms over his chest.
"Look, I'm not here to make friends or feed your hero complex. I came to dance which I did and I was enjoying my peace and quiet until you came out and disturbed it."
"Fine, I can take a hint, enjoy your alone time." The stranger said pushing off the wall and headed inside.
"THANK YOU!" Peyton shouted at the door. What an annoying man, coming out here thinking he owns the place and the nerve to just assume that she was from uptown. Even if he was right, the fact that he just assumed because she wasn't interested in whatever the hell he wanted to talk about gave him the label her uptown was infuriating.
"Well, well, well look what we got here boys" a man said coming out of the shadows.
Peyton had been so busy be angry at the guy who disrupted her alone time that she didn't notice the group of men that were waiting for him to go away. She started to back away when she hit into the back of a man behind her.
"Where do you think you're going?" The man said as he slid his hand down her shoulders.
"Away from you" Peyton pushed out of his arms only to be pushed forward into another.
"Oh, she is going to be fun to play with!" another man hissed into her ear
Peyton struggled in the man's arms letting out a scream when one of the others placed his hands under her shirt.
"Let her go now!" came a voice just outside of the circle.
"Or what!" the man holding her taunted
"We will shoot your asses." Another man responded lifting his gun up so that the group could see
"Skills, there is no need for violence, James and his crew were just leaving. Weren't you James?
The man that Peyton considered to be James hissed and then with the twist of his head directed the group away.
The man holding Peyton whispered in her ear "better luck next time" Before pushing her onto the ground.
The one that Peyton now understood to be Skills crouched down "hey you okay?"
"I fine thanks" Peyton responded letting him help her up off the ground.
Another man taller than Skills looked around then asked "are you seriously out here all by yourself?" giving her a look of distain.
"Nathan letting it go, I believe are friend here has learned her lesson?" blue eyes questioned her
All Peyton did was nod and walked over to J.T car to lean against it.
The blue eyed stranger walked over to her after telling the other two it was okay to go inside. "You know this is the second time I had to save you tonight."
Peyton thought of responding sarcastically again but figured the guy did have a point. "Yah, I know, thank you for helping me out over there. I don't really know what I would have done if you guys hadn't of come out to help me." Peyton sighed then pushed her hair out of her face
"Well, I'm just glad that we did. You should be more careful though, you're not always going to have a guy like me around to protect you." He smirked
"ugghh, you are the most annoying and egotistic man I have ever met!" Peyton exclaimed pushing off the car so that she now stood directly in front of the man.
"Me, have you seen yourself, you walked into that club thinking you were the princess of the god damn country. Well I got news for you honey, there's life beyond you perfect gated community." He glared
"If I'm so pampered why the hell would I be dancing in a downtown club?" Peyton hissed back
"Beats me, why are you?"
"You know what, it's none of your business you don't know me."
"OH really, let's see, pretty little rich girl who always get what she wants has parents that are never around to love her the way that she wants them too because they are too busy tending to the rich girls wants and needs so therefore, rich girl feels alone and needs to rebel in order to be noticed. Sound about right to you?" He questioned
"Go to hell!" Peyton yelled pushing away from the car to walk away
"I'm right aren't I" The stranger egged her on "Poor Peyton, mommy doesn't have time for you does she?"
"SHE'S DEAD!" Peyton yelled them turned and placed a hand to her mouth hoping to stop herself from crying in front of this stranger.
"Oh Peyton, look I'm sorry." He placed a hand on her shoulder as he walked in front of her again. "oh shit I made you cry, look I know what I said was harsh and unnecessary but you somehow figured out which buttons to push. Not that, that's an excuse for making you cry but... okay can you just stop crying
Peyton couldn't believe the change in this guy, he went from arrogant and cocky to protective and willing shot someone to this embarrassed, shy guy. "Sorry" Peyton finally said looking up into his face "as you can probably tell I'm not much of a people person and it's kinda been a long night." She sighed
"Really, the fighting with strangers really gave me the impression that you love people." He smirked
Peyton laughed and smiled at him
"Hey Peyton, we're leaving get your ass in the car." J.T shouted from the car
"You better go or your ass will be walking home" the stranger smiled turning back towards Tric
"Hey wait, I never got your name?" She asked
"Well I guess you're going to have to use those people skills of yours to figure it out now won't you." He shrugged smirking then headed back towards the building.
Peyton smiled and ran to the car "who was that?" he questioned
"A stranger I'm getting to know" Peyton smiled then laid her head back against the seat as they drove back home.