Chapter 1 Kiss Me-Like You Mean It
A/N: This is early S1, Peyton is dating Nathan, but Luke is much bolder in my version he goes after her right away and well they share a kiss. It will feature Leyton, Naley and Brooke will be paired with someone you won't expect. Enjoy.
What if you woke up one day and you were in love with the wrong guy, he wasn't your jock boyfriend but his brother. His hair was blonde and not brown and all you could think about was running your hands through his hair and kissing his perfect lips.
She saw him standing at his locker, his hair perfectly mussed and she felt a little weak all over, her heart raced as she imagined doing all kinds of things to him. He was lovable; he was a person she was definitely more interested in getting to know. He smiled at her and started walking towards her; she bit her lower lip in nervousness.
'Hi' He smiled at her and felt his heart skip a beat, she was gorgeous in all the right and wrong ways. He knew she was dating his brother so he knew he would need to tread carefully.
'Hey yourself' She looked him up and down and decided she would give him a chance, she didn't believe the stories about him. He seemed too nice to be that guy and besides he would definitely make Nate jealous, and that was something she had no problem with whatsoever.
'So, I was thinking if you're not busy you would come with me after school' Luke took a step back, they had spoken a bunch of times and he knew she was hard to read but he didn't care, she was worth it.
'Ok, but I'm driving, we're listening to my music and it will only be for an hour. If I like what you have chosen we may extend it deal?' She smirked at his hopeful face and saw a smile grace his features.
'Whatever you say Blondie-see you after school-don't be late' He daringly pressed a light kiss to her lips and pulled back before she could protest.
Peyton blinked in surprise and before she could muster a sarcastic response he was gliding down the hallway. Her lips burned from his touch and her heart was pounding wildly in her chest, fuck she was in trouble. One touch and kiss from him and she was in pieces, things were starting to look really bad with her and Nate. He had never made her feel this way and Luke had achieved it in one quick kiss and smile.
She made her way to class, with a spring to her step and a goofy smile firmly set in place, her day had just gotten so much better and it was only first period. Luke couldn't believe his own courage; he just hadn't been able to help himself. Peyton Sawyer was the hottest girl in school who just happened to be dating his younger tool of a brother. He had stared at her lips and felt compelled to kiss her; the fact that she hadn't pushed him away gave him a smile that didn't leave his face for the rest of the day.
She was the girl of every guy's dream, she was his dream girl-he had watched her from afar for years now. He didn't do it in a peeping tom creeping kind of way it was more he admired her spirit and feisty attitude. She could hold her own even in a crowd of robots and conformists. She stood out, but she also blended in, she was a cheerleader, she dated the high school basketball star and she was beautiful in a way that was both obvious and subtle. She had this air around her that made her seem mysterious and you could tell she was guarded but she seemed open on her pod casts.
Luke tried to figure her out, she was not the sum of all the things he had observed she was so much more, fate had been cruel in leading her to his brother instead of to him-but he knew that someday she would be a girl to call his own. The thought alone had him day dreaming of moments together, he was so lost in his fantasies that he bumped into someone.
'God, I'm sorry, I wasn't watching where I was walking'
'Not God, just Peyton-but you knew that already' She smirked at him and noticed the tips of his ears were slightly pink and his cheeks were flushed. If she didn't know any better she would assume he had been having some very dirty thoughts.
'Peyton, yeah are you okay' He looked into her eyes and saw the storm clouds gather there, she looked confused and a little pissed off but also another look he couldn't quite decipher.
'I'm fine, just look where you're walking next time. I'll see you' She gathered her bag and walked down the hallway. He watched her hips sway in her tight jeans with the rip in the knee and he smirked even though she couldn't see him.
'Stop watching my ass Scott' She glanced over her shoulder and smirked as she saw the blush creep up his cheeks. He had been caught staring and she had called him out on it. She kept walking and couldn't help but feel butterflies in her stomach, it was crazy but she definitely felt a strange pull to him.
What if I told you that you spin me off my axis, that the love you hold inside was built to fill me? What if I told you that you were always the one that was supposed to be there in that moment in every moment crowding every thought I ever had and making me the best version of myself?
I've loved you from afar for many a year, I've taken your smile to bed with me, I've dreamed about your lips pressed tightly against mine. I'll love you in a song, I'll love you in basketball game that you're cheering for me in, and I'll love you beside the lake with a blue ribbon in your hair and a smile that speaks a simple emotion. I have a feeling that time will bring us together and you'll know what I have always known-we were meant for one another. Lucas had been thinking about her in study hall, all he could focus on was her, just her. He stuffed his books into his bag and shrugged it onto his shoulder; he pushed open the doors and walked down the hallway. His nostrils flared, he had smelt a familiar scent it was lavender and vanilla.
'Lucas Scott-fancy seeing you so soon' She stood before him and she was as intoxicating as ever, she was smiling and the sun was hitting her curls giving her curls a halo effect.
He gripped her hips with his hands and pulled her closer, confusion clouded her eyes at his intimate touch.
Before she could say anything he was kissing her, his lips pressed firmly to hers and his tongue slipped over the seam of her lips and caressed hers ever so gently. She mewled in surprise and unexpected lust flared in her whole body. She grabbed his collar and felt his hands tangle in her curls as the kiss deepened. His hands slowly slid down her back and then he was pushing her shirt up and lightly caressing the skin and tracing lazy circles. To say she was turned on would be an understatement.
Her hands traced the contours of his toned chest and settled firmly at his waist where she threaded her fingers through his belt loops and pulled him closer. He slammed her up against his locker careful to cradle her head so that she didn't connect with the metal and bang her head.
The kiss was hot and hands wandered touching bare skin and tongues clashed, it was the single most exhilarating experience of her life. She pulled back slightly and gasped for air. His chest was heaving and his pulse was racing, her face was flushed and she was struggling for air.
'What the hell was that?' She looked up at him through eyes hooded with lust and maybe even love.
'I uh…' He coughed as his mind searched for the right words to say.
'I've wanted to do that since the first moment I saw you' She stared up at him in confusion, her mouth set in a firm line.
'So this isn't some twisted way to get back at Nathan for being my boyfriend and your brother' She threw the accusation at him because she knew part of it had to be true, she was so unlike the other girls that she didn't really believe he could care for her the way he was looking at her right now.
'Wait what?' He was confused now; he hadn't kissed her to piss Nathan off that would be an added bonus. He had kissed her because he was in love with her, but with the way she was looking at him he figured that probably wouldn't help and she definitely wouldn't want to spend time with him. She barely knew him and from what he had seen so far, she would run.
'Lucas I may not have a genius IQ but it seems to me that you have some sort of axe to grind and excuse me if I don't relish the role of a sacrificial lamb' Her chest heaved with annoyance and left over passion.
He chuckled at her and she sighed in anger.
'This isn't funny' She took a step back from him and he took a step closer to her.
'If you could see what I see then you would know that I wouldn't kiss you like that as some sort of revenge thing. I kissed you because I couldn't not kiss you and Nathan being pissed off is an added bonus' He smirked at her, this infuriated her and she huffed in anger.
He did the only thing he could do, he kissed her, she moaned in surprise and he felt her body tense up. He gripped her closer and deepened the kiss; she wrapped her arms around his neck and played with the short hairs at the nape of his neck. He felt goose bumps at her feather like touches.
'Stop' She pulled back and he opened his eyes in surprise and saw the guilt settle in the corners of her eyes and then she was pulling away.
'I'll be seeing ya' She gathered her bags and turned around. He watched her walk down the hallway and he couldn't help but smile. He had kissed Peyton Sawyer and she had kissed him back, he felt lighter than air. He could still taste her on his lips and still feel the heat of her body pressed against his. It was barely even 2 o'clock he had English-Fuck-that was the only class he had with Peyton and after there little impromptu make out session he knew he wouldn't be able to concentrate on anything.
He pushed open the classroom door and walked to his desk, she was sat at her usual spot, head down pencil in hand and she was sketching something furiously. She felt his eyes on her and she sighed inwardly. Brooke bustled in with the rest of the cheer squad and bumped shoulders with Peyton. She looked up and caught him staring, she scowled at him and he smiled. He turned back around before he saw the corners of her mouth curl into a smile. She had feelings for that boy and they went beyond friendship and pissing off Nathan. They felt huge and important and like maybe they would one day shape her life. She shrugged the thoughts out of her mind and turned to listen to what Brooke was saying.
'P Sawyer, are you ignoring me?' Brooke had a smile on her pretty face and a bored look in her eye.
'B Davis, no I wasn't ignoring you I was trying to get the shading right' Peyton looked up and flashed her a quick smile.
'Sit down, you might learn something today'
'Ouch, who peed on your CD's?' Brooke knew her best friend's sarcastic nature but she generally directed it at others who fell foul of her mood or frame of mind. Which was essentially the same thing, but Brooke just turned to Bevin and motioned for the girls to take their seats. She was surrounded by her loyal servants and she smiled in triumph, she ruled the school and everyone knew it.
The class droned on, at least for Brooke it did, Nathan flashed scowls at Peyton-she had been resolutely ignoring him since he strolled in and had planted a kiss on her lips in front of everyone after he was five minutes late. He had of course made a big entrance and then basically stripped her naked in front of everyone. She had pushed him off of her and told him to take a seat she had then ignored him-knowing that would piss him off even more.
Class ended and Peyton packed her stuff quickly she shot Nathan a look that said 'Don't bother following me I'm pissed at you'. He scowled at her and sent her a text telling her he was blowing off steam with the guys and that he would see her later. She sent one back saying that she was busy and that she didn't want to see him later. He called her apologising and she told him it was fine but she still didn't want to see him, she had a class to study for and she needed tonight to do that. He had told her that they needed to talk tomorrow. She sighed and finished with agreeing to meet up with him tomorrow after school, which was when, she was going to break up with him.
Brooke had told her that Nathan had hooked up with a skank from Oak Lake after the last game. It was the straw that broke the camel's back, she had put up with his indiscretions for long enough-she didn't want to do it anymore. She hated being that girl, she deserved better and besides she no longer cared about him enough to keep dating him.
The last class of the day dragged on, Peyton groaned with frustration and annoyance, finally the bell rang and everyone sped out of class. Peyton was the first to leave, she crossed the quad and quickly got into her car, she was fiddling with her stereo when she heard a light tapping on the driver's side window. She was startled and cast her eyes only to see Luke smiling at her. She rolled the window down and he before he could open his mouth to speak she pre-empted him.
'What the hell do you want?' She was in a foul mood and had forgotten about their little meet up.
'Wow it is great to see you too Blondie. We have a thing remember?' He chuckled at her and saw the smile start at the corners of her eyes.
'Right, sure get in' She continued fiddling with the stereo until finally the opening chords to 'Pain-by Jimmy Eat World' flooded the silence of the car. Luke bobbed his head in appreciation and looked at her. She was still so beautiful even when she was angry, he really wanted to kiss her, but in the school parking lot with everyone around it wasn't the best idea.
'Just drive Peyton' So she did just that, he didn't really have a destination in mind, he figured that going around their town and finding little out of the way places would be a fun way to spend the afternoon. He wasn't wrong, they ended up at a forest near the River court, and they parked her car and took a long walk through a trail that had been mapped out by others many years before. He clasped her tiny hand inside his much larger one and felt that little spark ignite between them. She didn't protest at his audacity and certainly didn't question what was going on between them-it felt dangerous and right in all the wrong kind of ways.
Luke stayed silent and felt his hand grow warm clasped inside hers, they didn't talk-both knowing that silence could be just as important as keeping up a steady stream of conversation.
'What are we doing Luke?' Peyton turned to face him, confusion creasing her face; she had a feeling that this boy was the one who would really see her. She didn't know whether to be terrified or excited or a bit of both.
'Well it's called walking'
She slapped his chest playfully and he grasped her hand, neither could deny the attraction that existed.
'Yeah, I'm familiar with the concept, I meant what are we doing sneaking off to the woods and kissing in the hallway'
'I know what you meant, I think most people would call it doing the inevitable'
'What does that mean?' He hadn't really answered her question and as much as she wanted some answers she wasn't sure she could handle them.
'Well I know how I feel, I guess the important question is how do you feel?' He looked at her, his eyes bored into her and it was like he could see right down into her core. It was unnerving and thrilling all at the same time.
'I like you' She leaned up on the tips of her toes grabbed his collar and pressed her lips against his, she felt him grip her waist and lift her up, she wrapped her long legs around his waist. Luke grunted and pressed her back up against the trunk of a tree. They kissed long and slow, she explored his mouth, their tongues grazed against one another and it felt a little like coming home and a lot like how they should have been doing this long before now.
Peyton felt his hands pushing up the hem of her shirt and then she felt his cool hands glide up her torso, she tensed and her skin felt like it was on fire. She moaned in pleasure and he broke the kiss, his lips pressed against her jaw line and then her pulse point. He sucked on it and swiped his tongue over it; he had left a small red mark there. He pressed a kiss to her lips and then hugged her closer to him.
'Wait' She was gasping for air and her eyes were hooded with lust and something else, it was like she had been set on fire from within, all the years of feeling broken and half a person. Peyton finally got it; she had needed a someone like him to really heal that part of herself that had been broken with the death of her mother. Shock coursed through her veins, she never needed anyone and now it was obvious she had been fooling herself. She needed someone who got her without needing to say a word. He had somehow got underneath her skin and seen the person she could be, all it took was one kiss and that feeling you get in the pit of your stomach when you know that the people you kissed before were just a dress rehearsal for the real thing.
Lucas Scott, she couldn't have predicted that this scrawny somewhat reclusive boy would be the one to understand the moody cheerleader. She smiled at him and saw her own joy reflected in the way he just stared at her, he wasn't looking at her chest like most guys-he wasn't cupping her arse and urging to do something more. He was just silently admiring her and it left her with a smile and maybe even a promise that everything she always knew she maybe could have had with Nathan was in fact solely attainable in the boy who asked for nothing and gave her everything.