Someone to Love

Prologue

By- Cadium K. Walker

Peyton's POV:

People look at ma and think that I'm was just another popular cheerleader that didn't shop a Abercrombie and Fitch. But they're wrong. I just one would say that I'm broken, and I guess I have my art to show for it. My sketches are my out, I can just pick up my pad and marker and let all the emotions run down my arm and onto the paper. Some of them show that I'm lonely, others that I'm desperate to be held in her mother's arms again. Some of my sketches even showed how much I want to be in love, to totally immerse myself in some one else. And there is only one other person who has seen my sketches, and knows how I feel in the inside, that person is my step brother Nathan Scott.

Nathan is your typical basketball jock. He wears those stupid sneakers that go up to his ankles and come in shiny colors. He has Michael Jordan posters on his walls. He either wears basket ball shorts or an idiotic bright red sweat suit. He listens to crap music, also know as rap and hip hop, which for the record makes me want to gouge my eyes out with a dull spoon. He has a 'pimped out', as he likes to say, Lincoln Navigator. And that kid is as cocky as hell with that stupid smirk, and….Uh it makes me want to scream just thinking about it. But even after all of that he's still my best friend; he was even before our parents met. Well I guess I should give you the previously on thing, I'll even give you the drama free version just to be nice.

Me and Nathan lived on the same side of town all our lives. We grew up, together. Playing on each other's swing sets, swimming in each others pools, we even went to mommy and me together when we were like two. I have to admit it my life was pretty amazing. I had a mom and dad who would do anything for me, and a best friend who hit the boys on the play ground when they wouldn't let me play football with them. That was until March 3, 1998; that was the day my mom died. Me and Nathan were only nine years old, and we got through it together. He even spent the night with me sometimes. Fast forward two years and you have Nathan's parents getting divorced. Nathan wasn't really that upset about it because they were always fighting and he hated his dad, but I'd like to say I helped him get through that one too. Fast forward one year and you will see me, the 12 year old tomboy in an ugly purple dress with puffy sleeves arm in arm with my best friend. It was August 25, 2001. My dad Larry Sawyer was marrying Debora Scott, what a bummer that day was. Then last year there was a fire at Nathan's dad's car dealership. So now its just the four of us: me, Nate, my dad, and Deb. God that woman is annoying, I mean I love her to death but she is always trying to be my mom. I have a mom I just can't see her. So, yea that's were we're at now, and yes me and Nathan the man whore are still best friends.

"Biffers! Get your ass down here! We're going to be lat god damn it, Its only the first day!" Peyton yelled to her brother upstairs. He took longer to get ready than her, and he hardly has hair! But she knew that calling his biffers would make him get down stairs in a flash.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that? I don't even get what it means. And why didn't you just go to school by yourself in that piece of crap you call a car?"

"Ok for the thousandth time biffers means best friends ever. Ya know BFF. And don't call my car a piece of crap. It's a 1960 mercury cruiser, it's a classic. Anyways your mom wants us to go in one car cause of something, I don't know I wasn't listening." She explained to her friend as they walked to her car. They sat in a comfortable silence on the way to school. Peyton wasn't usually this giddy but today she was finally going to be an upper class man. They walked into school looking at each other's schedule's; the pair when to their lockers, which were conveniently right next to each other being that they were in alphabetical order.

"Kay Nate, wish me luck. I'm off to my first class." Peyton asked as she smiled nervously.

"Pey, you know that you don't need it. You know everyone, and all the teachers. To top it all of ur repulsingly smart." Nathan told his best friend a matter of factly.

"Did Nathan Scott just use the word repulsing in a sentence?" Peyton joked as she play fully put her hand over her open mouth.

"You going to pay for that!" he said as he picked up the petite framed, five foot four girl, off the ground by her waist, and winging her over his broad muscular shoulder. They were brought back to reality by the sound of the ever annoying bell. Nathan put her down and Peyton started to walk away. Nathan was finished putting his books away and started to walk in the opposite direction when he heard his name being called.

"Nathan!" Peyton yelled to her best friend she barreled down the hall. Once she reached him, Peyton immediately clung her arms around his neck and wrapped her jean clad legs around his waist. "You never said good luck." She whispered simply into his ear

"Good luck." He said simply and he kissed her cheek. Nathan knew that that was all that she needed to be confident. Finally she let go and somehow managed her way to first period. Peyton sat down in one of the seats in the back. She was sitting next to petite girl about the same size as her self. Her blonde hair cascaded down her back, framing her face. The girl wore a simple whit wife beater tank top, a distressed pair of jeans, with just enough ripping at her knees. A pair of hot pick flip flops finished off her simple look.

The teacher at the front of the room began his introduction to the year and started writing some stupid unnecessary facts that we supposedly needed to know and Peyton had continently left her pen at home. So she turned to the girl next to her.

"Hey," She whispered to the girl. "do you have a pen I can borrow?" the girl nodded, and turned back to Peyton handing her the pen. "I'm Peyton by the way. Peyton Sawyer. Are you knew here? I don't think that I've seen you before." On any other day she wouldn't have really talked t the girl but Peyton had a feeling in the pit of her stomach that she was going to like this girl, for some strange paranormal reason.

"Hi, yea I'm new. The name's Haley James." The girl answered with a bright smile.