Innocence
Ch. 1

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Peyton Sawyer could not believe what she had just walked in on a moment ago. She wanted to rip her eyes out and burn the room she called her bedroom for the last seventeen years. As of now though, she was sitting alone in her kitchen, eating a quick snack. It amazed her that she could still digest food, after what she just saw.

When she heard the front door close shut, she turned around and faced the entrance of her kitchen, expecting to see her best friend walk through in about five, four, three, two, one…

The tall brunette, towering at about 6'4" entered and went straight over to the refrigerator and pulled out a beer and took swig. When he felt the curly blonde hair girl eye's on him, he stopped and looked at her. Giving one of his jaw dropping smiles, he said, "What?"

"What do you mean 'What,' Clark, you were having sex in my bed!" Peyton yelled, furious at him.

He shrugged, obvious not seeing what the big deal was, "Well my parents were home, and you know how they get when a girl comes over, so I thought that you wouldn't mind."

"Well wrong, buddy, I do mind. Walking in on you having sex with that floozy Bevin, is already disgusting, but when it's in my house, in my bed, that is way worse!" Peyton was livid as she bit down into her smore.

That little action made Clark laugh out, "Look, I'm sorry, Peyt. But taking it out on that poor little smore isn't going to make it better."

Peyton let out a small laugh, but then regained composure, "Don't try to turn this situation around. I'm still pissed at you. I mean how would you feel if I was having sex in your bed."

Clark's face turned serious on that note, "Well first of all the guy would be dead, and second of you're not aloud to have sex."

Peyton chuckled on that one, "Yeah, alright, dad. Why don't you save that speech for my father, Clark."

"Since he's not here Peyton, I have to be the one to talk to you like that."

Peyton groaned in frustration. She loved Clark to death, but sometimes he got on her nerves with all the protective talk he did. He acted like an older brother to her or father when her father wasn't here. Which was mostly all the time.

They've been best friends since birth and knew almost everything there was to know about one another. To the outside world, everyone knew Clark as the bad boy in Tree Hill. He slept around way to much, and all the girls were head over heels for him except for her, her best friend Brooke, and her other good friend Haley. The rest all had their secret crushes and fantasies about him.

Peyton didn't know how many times girls had come up to her and asked if she would put in a good word for them. Or the biggest one was if they were actually going out. That one always made her laugh the hardest.

He may be considered hard core with everyone else, but his only weakness in life was Peyton. He was the little sister he never had, and he would protect her with his life.

"Well you can talk to her like that all you want C. Kent, doesn't mean she'll listen." Brooke Davis said with a smile, as she walked into the kitchen, "P. Sawyer you should really learn to lock your door, anyone could walk in on you."

Clark smirked, thinking the exact same thing, "Yeah, Peyton, take Brooke for example."

Brooke glared at him.

Peyton saw the hostility between her two best friends and decided to step between them, "Okay what's going on between you two now?"

Brooke looked at Peyton, "Tell your friend to stop sleeping with my cheerleaders. It's already bad enough you're friends with one of them, but you will not make it worse by seducing my squad!"

"Relax Brooke; I only sleep with the willing." He grinned.

"Meaning all of them," Peyton said, "Well accept me, you, and Haley."

"And don't worry, Haley will not be able to resist my charms much longer, neither will you Brooke."

Brooke was about to leap and slap him hard on the face, but Peyton intervened, "Alright, that's enough, Clark quit being such a jerk to my friend."

"Look, Peyt. I'll talk to you tomorrow." Brooke said giving her a hug and glaring at Clark, "When you're not with him."

Clark returned the glare.

After they said goodbye, Brooke left.

Peyton turned to Clark, "You need to stop being so mean to her."

"I am never being mean to her."

"Don't sleep with the cheerleaders, Clark. That's all I'm asking."

Clark took a deep breath, considering. It wouldn't be much of a loss if he gave up the cheerleaders. There were definitely way more women in Tree Hill who wanted him and who he could pursue.

"Fine," he finally gave in, "Can I crash here for the night."

"I'm guessing defiling my room wasn't the only reason you came over here." Peyton said softly.

"Yeah, the arguing was getting way too loud over there, just needed an escape route."

"Yeah, into Bevin's pants." She snickered.

"Ha." Clark said, as they walked into the living room.

They pulled down the couch, so Clark could sleep on the couch bed.

After giving him blankets and pillows, Peyton went upstairs.

Clark pulled off his shirt and pants. He usually slept in the nude, but since he wasn't in his house, he slept in his boxers.

As he slid into the covers, he closed his eyes and almost drifted off to sleep until he felt someone sliding in with him.

He turned over to see Peyton, pulling some of his cover away from him, "Peyton what are you doing?"

She yawned, "Well, I was about to go to bed when I remembered someone was screwing around in my bed. So, we're sharing. I would have slept in my dad's room, but I just finished painting, and it still smells like fresh paint. So, now you have a bedmate for tonight."

Clark laughed about to respond.

Peyton shoved him, "Do not say a word. That came out way wrong. You know what I mean." She then turned over away from him, "And remember I'm not one of you're usual floozies, so remember who you're waking up next to in the morning when you think you may try something." She rambled.

Clark laughed again, he could never try anything with Peyton. That would be way too odd. And with that final thought he turned over away from her, "Goodnight Peyt."

"Night, Clark."

And they both fell asleep, awaiting their first day of senior year tomorrow."

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