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Peyton was leaving for college with only a few weeks left to be with her friends. As things begin to get dull in her relationship with Nathan, she finds comfort in an unlikely match to which she realizes that they have more in common than they ever thought. Please read and review, this story will be updated quite often while I draw inspiration from my everyday life.
Chapter One
The sunrise shown down on Tree Hill like every morning before, only this morning was different. Peyton tossed in bed trying to hide her pale cheeks from the sunlight shining through her window. Finally after giving up, she rose out of bed. Stretching and yawning she staggered her way toward the bathroom to brush her teeth. She took a glimpse in the mirror and noticed her hair was a mess and she had an unsightly bruise on her chest. She slid down the top of her Clothes Over Bros concert tank and noticed the bruise was larger than she had thought. She looked up at the ceiling as to remember what had happened the night before with Nathan.
Blurred images of Nathan on top of her, how wound up he was and how much she loved him being inside of her, but where did the bruise come from? "I know Nathan didn't have that much to drink. He's never rough with me unless he's drunk. But I do like it when he's rough. Hmm?" She shrugged it off and continued to brush her teeth and wash her face. Once all cleaned up Peyton walked over to her vast record collection and pulled out AC/DC's "Back In Black" vinyl album and placed it on her record player. "Hell's Bell's" blared in her room as she stood painting yet another mural on her wall. "Peyton!" Her dad yelled for her from the kitchen. "Peyton! PEYTON!" She finally heard him and ran downstairs.
"What's up, Dad? Mail come yet?" She said as she snatched a doughnut from the center of the dining table. Her dad looked up at her still dancing to the music while he held a letter out to her. It was labeled "Art Institute of San Francisco". Peyton drew in a deep breath, "I can't open it. What if they rejected me? No, no I don't want to be denied again." Just as she placed the letter back on the table her best friend, Brooke, busted her way into the kitchen. "Good morning, Sawyers! Jesus, Peyton, what the hell dragged you out of bed?" Peyton sneered at her and continued dancing about. "Ugh. Ok, well I was just coming by to show you the new freshman of the great University of Boston! Me! I so got in!" Peyton nearly choked on the doughnut and ran over to Brooke and grabbed her by the shoulders. "Are you kidding me, Brooke? You got in!" Brooke pulled the acceptance letter from her purse and pushed it in Peytons face.
"Holy shit, Brooke!" Peyton looked as excited as Brooke did. "So, Ms. Sawyer, have you received any letters from the, oh I don't know, 50 colleges you applied to?" Peytons eyes strayed down to the letter on the table. Brooke noticed and picked it up. "Brooke, no!" Peyton made a dash for the note when Brooke moved out of the way. She landed face first on the floor with Brooke standing over her. Mr. Sawyer sat there enjoying his coffee and doughnut as Brooke read the letter aloud:
" Dear Peyton Sawyer,
We at the University are sorry to send you bad news but your application has been denied. We are sorry for this inconvenience. "
Brooke looked down at Peyton whose eyes were filling up with tears. About to retreat to her room, Brooke stepped in front of her. "Peyton, don't be mad." Peyton began to argue with Brooke about how difficult it is for her to get accepted and how much she wanted to go and how the other colleges denied her as well. She began to cry and laid her head on Brooke's shoulder. "Shh. Peyton I meant don't be mad because..... You got in! I was messing with you. It says right here, "we are thrilled to give you the good news that you will be entering in the freshman class of 2009 with a full scholarship! I am dead serious, you got in Peyton!" She shoved the letter into Peytons face who couldn't stop re-reading the first sentence of the paper. "I DON'T BELIEVE IT! DAD, I GOT IT!" She looked to her dad as a tear streamed down his cheek, "I am so proud of you, sweetie. I knew you could do it." He rose from the table and grabbed Peyton and Brooke around the neck and hugged them close. " Oh my god! I have to get dressed and go tell Nathan!" Peyton hauled up the steps and into her closet. She rummaged through her clothes and pulled out a black tank with a jean mini-skirt. She brushed her
hair and headed toward the Scott residence.
Nathan poured sweat as he lifted over 150 pounds on his bench press. He knew he had to buff up for the High Flyers tournament coming up in the end of May. Dan stood over him spotting when the door bell rang. "Son of a bitch! Keep it up, Nate. Deb, get the damn door!" Dan yelled upstairs to his wife. Deb stood in the kitchen sipping a glass of Chardonnay when she heard Dan's ranting from the other room. She walked toward the door and pulled back the curtain. She eyed Peyton in disgust and unlocked the door, "Come on in, Peyton. Nate, your trashy girlfriend is here!" She went back into the kitchen and poured another glass of wine. Nate ran to the front door still dripping with sweat.
"Hey Peyton. What's up? I would hug you but I'm kinda gross at the moment." Peyton looked at him waiting for an apology for what his mother had said, but it didn't come. "I have got great news, Nate. I got into the Art Institute of San Francisco. I start in two months." Nathan grabbed the letter from her and read it. "Well, Peyton that's great! I am so proud of you!" She told him that she wanted him to be the first to know. "Wow, Peyton. You have wanted this for some time. I hope you have fun. And you know we have to make the most of these last two months." His eyes trailed down her body as he spoke the last sentence. Then his glare stopped at the bruise on her chest, "What happened there?" She looked down and then looked back at him, "You mean.... you didn't do this Nate? It happened last night." Nate chuckled, "Nope, wasn't me. What happened last night? I was at home all night." Peytons stomach dropped, " You were where?"
If it wasn't Nathan then where could that bruise have come from? Lol.....I don't expect good reviews for this chapter, I kinda did this as a spur of the moment type thing but I promise it will get better, just stick with me. I did not steal this story if anyone was wondering. I am TribalQueen32, I just couldn't remember my password and the email I used is long gone, so I created this name to update this story lol.