Disclaimer: I do no own any of the characters, just the plot.

Okay, the one major change in my story compared to the actual show is Peyton decides to do drugs again. If you don't like that, then stop reading it. In this story, I brought back the vial that Peyton gave to Ellie...It was just something I added to make the story flow. I've put a lot of thought into this story and I hope ya'll enjoy it. But, I will warn you, there is a lot of drama in this story...just like the show. There will also be some unlikely couples, but that just makes the story better. I also give thanks and credit to my best friend for helping me out with proof reading this and fixing minor details.

-Takes place before prom: Season 4: Episode 15: Prom Night At Hater High-

Lucas' Opening:

Have you ever wondered what it's like to be loved? To have the love that everyone dreams about? The love that makes your heart skip a beat and makes you stutter when you talk to that person you love? The love, that to you, makes the world go 'round? Well, I've learned it doesn't make the world go 'round, but it definitely makes the ride worth while.

Leaning against the sink, both hands on either side, Peyton looked up at herself in the mirror, disgusted at what she saw. She wiped the tears away from her red, swollen eyes, causing her eye make up to smear across her flushed cheeks.

More than ever, Peyton wanted to find Rick and get what she wanted most; the high that took her away from the places that caused her pain. She wanted to be numb from the world around her, just to curl up in a ball, away from everyone, away from herself.

Picking up the phone that sat upon the sink, Peyton dialed Rick's number. With every button she pushed made it harder to go through with her plan. She was six numbers through, hate and fear pushing her to dial the last number. She placed the phone up to her ear, waiting on him to answer the phone. It rang once. Twice. Three times. Before she knew it, Rick's voicemail filled her ears.

"Yo! This is Rick. Leave a message." His voicemail told her before a loud, excruciating beep sounded in her ear, causing her wince. But holding it back, she took a deep breath and began her message.

"Hey Rick...It's...Umm...Well, Peyton. Ummm…Can you...call me when...you get this." With what she spoke, Peyton pulled the phone away from her ear and ended the call. She sat the phone back done on the edge of the sink once more before looking back up in the mirror at the girl she had learned to hate. She didn't find her self a young lady anymore. Everything that she had gone through just showed even more that she was a girl. Inside she knew that she always ran from her problems instead of facing them and doing something about it. And she knew that people have always known her as the girl that hid behind her art. She brought her head down and let herself wallow in self pity, but she was determined to get away from her life, even if it was only for a little while.

Remembering the vial that Rick gave her, she ran out of the bathroom, then to her dresser. Quickly and forcefully she pulled open the top drawer. Peyton ran her hands threw her socks as she scanned for the one that contained the vial. Almost giving up, she began pulling each and every sock out one at a time, checking each and every sock for the vial before disposing the socks on her bedroom floor.

She finally came across a sock that contained the glass vial, and with that she pushed the drawer shut and walked over to the bed, the sock that contained the vial still in hand. As she began to sit down, Peyton inserted her hand into the sock and pulled out the small container. A hardly noticeable smile came from the corner of her lips where they met as she scanned the bottle, but that smile disappeared when she noticed the elements of the bottle where gone, instead there was a rolled up note inside.

Peyton carefully opened the bottle and laid the lid down on her nightstand as she pulled the note out of the vial, afterwards laying the vial down next to the lid. She unraveled the note, but it took a while for her to bring herself to read it. She brought the note down from her face as she threw herself back on her bed and closed her eyes letting a few tears spill down her cheeks. Reopening her eyes, she read the note out loud, yet barely whispering.

I did you a favor by flushing the contents of this vial down the toilet. You're much better than this.

Jake Jaglieski

Peyton brought one hand to her mouth as she took a deep breath, allowing tears to devour her eyes and stream down her face. After the shock was disintegrated, anger soon took over and consumed her.

Clenching her fists, the note crumbled under the force that her hands exerted on it. Taking the note, she threw it into the wastebasket before rolling over on her bed and placing her face in her hands.

Why Brooke had to be such a pain and why Brooke was being like she was, she did not know. In her dictionary, Brooke was the definition of bitch. The hatred Brooke had showed her that day brought her to the edge. She was fed up with everything life had given her. So, in the heat of the moment, Peyton sat up in her bed and wiped her eyes before pulling herself up off her bed, grabbing her jacket and car keys, exiting her room, following her house.

She made her way out to her car and opened the driver side door before getting in and shutting the door behind her. She buckled her seatbelt before turning on the car and driving off down the street. Many questions raced through her head and tears began to fall once more. She couldn't believe that she was resorting to drugs once again, but how the drug affected her and made her feel it just urged her to keep going.

Soon, Peyton drove up in front of Rick's house; she knew he was home, judging by his car being there. Turning off her car, Peyton threw her hands down on her lap as well as throwing her head back on the seat. She took a deep breath before getting out of the car and making her way up the side walk that lead to his front porch. As she walked down the side walk, it seemed like a death sentence. With every step she took it seemed the walk got longer and longer. It was like everything in the world paused and the path grew longer, but once she was on her porch it only seemed to take her second before she was at his front door. Bringing her hand up to meet the hard wood that stood in her way, she furiously pounded on the door.

Crossing her arms, Peyton stood there patiently waiting on Rick to answer the door, or at least tell her to come in as usual.

"Come in!" Rick yelled for her. Judging by the wait, Peyton knew he was doing drugs or something that he was trying to hide it. But, obeying Rick's command, Peyton extended her hand out and opened his front door, afterwards making her way to his living room, finding him sitting on the couch. Without wasting any time, Peyton wanted to get what she wanted and get out of there as fast as she could.

"I need to get high. Can you help me out?" She requested as she walked a little closer to Rick, fiddling with her hands as she spoke to him nervously.

A smile slyly cut through his cheeks as he stood up and made his way to the kitchen but returned moments later.

"Here." He announced to her as he threw her a little vial of cocaine and a snorting pipe before making his way back to the couch and sitting down.

"Thanks." Peyton quickly stated before starting to turn around, but was stopped by Rick's words.

"I knew you would come back." He uttered to her as a smirk revealed itself. Peyton simply nodded before turning back around, making her legs move faster as she walked to his door and out to her car. She opened the car door with her free hand before getting in and quickly drove out of the drive way.

Once she was home, Peyton went up the stairs and to her room, putting the bottle and pipe on her bed. She went to the bathroom and got the mirror that she had and a razor blade before making her way back to her bed.

Peyton picked up the vial and opened it, pouring a large amount of the element on the mirror. Using the razor blade, Peyton made the substance into two straight lines, afterwards laying the razor blade down and picking up the pipe. She brought it to her nose before leaning forward, placing the end of the pipe down by one line and snorted the whole line before making her way to the other one, snorting it up as well. By the time she was done, she could already feel the effect it was having on her body.

Her body began going numb, but she enjoyed every minute of it. The pain of losing everyone she loved was gone. All her worries at that moment were gone, but it was only moments later that she passed out...

Waking up, her head pounded as a headache forced her to close her eyes once more. She may have taken the pain away with the drugs, but the after effects where probably never worth it. She slowly opened her eyes as she rolled over and looked up at the clock on the wall.

It was only and hour and a half before prom started and she wasn't ready. Almost immediately, Peyton jumped off the bed and raced to the bathroom, where she began getting ready.

After taking all of her clothes off, Peyton walked over to the shower where she turned the water on, using her hand to test the temperature. Once it was perfect, she stepped into the shower, letting her body relax under the warm touch of the water. Every drop that hit her skin sent chills through her body. Streams of water ran down her face and shoulders as she let her self slip away from reality.

Using her hands, Peyton slicked her hair back as she stood under the water, as well as wiping the water out of her face. She finished cleaning up, including washing her hair, body, and face as well as shaving. Turning off the water, she opened the shower curtains, grabbing the dry, folded towel off the floor.

Drying herself off, Peyton walked out of the bathroom and to her closet where she took out the white, shimmery dress she had picked out to wear. She slipped it on over her now dry body before walking back to the bathroom and looking at her self in the mirror. Just then she realized that she was beautiful, she knew at the moment everything would be alright.

She extended her hand out to grab her blow dryer, after running gel in her hair with her fingers. She began blow-drying her hair until it was thoroughly dry before pulling back her bangs with bobby pins. After applying some hairspray, Peyton began putting her make up on, starting with foundation then blush and powder. She then put on eyeliner, mascara and some white shimmery eye shadow, before looking back up in the mirror and telling herself she looked perfect.

Peyton applied some lip gloss before walking out of the bathroom and putting on the silver heels she had picked out to go with the dress. At that time she realized Lucas would be there any minute, and to her surprise there was a knock on the door. Knowing that usually people just came in, Peyton got a little curious and made her way out of her room, hopping down all the stairs and a smile planted on her face.

Once reaching the door, Peyton threw it open calling at the person in front of her.

"Lucas!"

The man standing in front of her turned around and there in front of her wasn't the man she expected it to be. Instead it was someone she least expected to be. Shock invaded her as her mouth stood agape. She didn't know if she should be excited or not. After all, things changed between them. She tilted her head to the side, expecting the man to speak.

"Hi, Peyton."

Okay. There's the first chapter. Please let me know what you think. Give me praise, constructive criticism, anything…but please no flames. I want to become a better writer and I want to write what everyone wants to hear.

Okay...I'm currently working on chapter two. I just need ya'll to answer one question for me...just put your answer in my reviews...okay, here it goes:

Do you want this to stay a Leyton story?