Disclaimer: Yeah...I forgot this in the first chapter but I don't own One Tree Hill. Obviously, if I did, things would be a lot different and I probably wouldn;t even be putting stories on fanfiction as awesome as it is.

Well, you don't want to read what I have to say personally, so moving onto the story! By the way, the full chapter name is "She Very Well Couldn't Do That, Now Could She?" But it wouldn't fit when I entered it, so here it is. '

But in California, the party was still going and it was getting near ten. "Hey Mari, you-know-who's looking for you." Ronnie said.

"Why?"

Lindsey answered. "Well, it is almost time for you to go, buddy."

"Yeah, it is, huh? I guess I should go talk to him…Should I?"

Ronnie replied first. "If you want to."

"I think you should." Lindsey blurted.

"Yeah, me too." She walked away and the two girls watched her.

"I get a feeling that this won't end well." Lindsey told Ronnie and she said…

"No, really?" sarcastically.

"Hey, you wanted to talk to me?"

"Oh yeah, I've been looking for you."

"Shouldn't have been that hard that you had to send Lindsey and Ronnie. The party is in my honor."

"Yeah, uh, can we talk in private?"

"Uh, sure." Marisol said, against her better judgment. They went into the backyard and stood near a basketball hoop.

"Remember when I kicked your ass in basketball?"

"You always have. I sucked."

"Yeah, you did. It was mostly because I'm hella good."

"Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence."

"You're welcome."

"Can we be serious here? I have to leave soon and-"

"Go to your new husband?"

She gulped nervously. "Yeah, I suppose so. I bet you never thought I'd do this, huh?"

"No, I thought you would. I told you that you try too hard to please your mom sometimes and you're doing it for your grandma."

"Yeah, I am. We need the money-"

"But you could've gotten the money another way. Loans, fundraisers. I mean, you have a lot of friends and your friends have friends."

She scoffed. "Like I could do that. It wouldn't feel right. There are bigger causes in the world to hold a big fundraiser for."

"So, what? Global warming's more important than your family?"

"No, but it's not their cause to worry about, now is it?"

They stood in silence, until he said, "I can't believe you're really leaving soon."

"What? You thought I'd always be there when you needed a stand-in friend?"

"That's not what you are!" He said, starting to get mad.

"But that's how I felt. Don't you get it? The fact that I fell in love with you and you didn't love me back, that way, wasn't what hurt me the most. It was the fact that I lost my best friend and I felt like you didn't care. Eventually, I stopped crying over falling in love with you, but I never stopped crying over losing my best friend. I don't trust that many people as a true best friend, but I trusted you time and time again. And what did you do each and every time? Broke my heart again because you got a new best friend. But tell me something, was it worth it?"

"You were always my friend. You sent me a text in ninth grade where we agreed to be friends no matter what and we'd always be there for each other."

"I'm surprised you remember and I've upheld my part of that promise, but I felt like you never did. You're a liar. Ever since I met you, you have been. You even admit that you lie all the time and you brag that you're so good that everyone believes you. I believed you… when you said you were my friend."

"I didn't lie about that."

"Are you sure, or are you lying to yourself this time?" He glared at her. "Well, its been so nice talking to you, but I've got to go. You know, gotta go say good-bye to some of my friends?" She said sarcastically.

"People always leave."

Marisol turned back around. "What?"

"You heard me, I didn't stutter. You put that on one of the drawings you gave me."

"Correction, I put 'People Always Leave… And Sometimes They Don't Come Back.' And since I drew that picture and you're quoting it, I'm pretty sure that it was you I drew leaving. You were the one that walked out on me that day."

"You say that people always leave, but you're the only one leaving right now."

"Yeah, well, you left a long time ago, so bye, even though you weren't really here to begin with. You were never here."

"What?" This time, Marisol didn't answer him. Instead, she just returned to the party, where only her family, Lindsey, and Ronnie remained.

"You ready?" Her mother asked her.

"Yeah, let's go."

"Okay, your bags are in the car and…"

"Lindsey and Ronnie fit, right?"

"Yes."

"Okay, let's get this show on the road." Marisol declared, wanting to get away, although she didn't like the main reason why she was going where she was going.

At the airport security checkpoint, Marisol stood with Lindsey and Ronnie after saying good-bye to her mother. "I wish I didn't have to go."

Lindsey and Ronnie said, "Me too." "Me three." They laughed.

"You better call us." warned Ronnie.

Lindsey threatened, "Yeah, or else we'll beat you up."

Marisol chuckled. "Every chance I get is yours. Both of yours. Besides, you shouldn't worry about me calling, I should be worried of you guys actually answering!" They both hit her. "Ow! Is that any way to treat your best friend who's about to leave?" They frowned. "I'm sorry. I'll call and im and e-mail and write and definitely visit. You guys haven't been rid of me."

"Damn!" Lindsey joked.

"Yeah, looks like our plan failed."

"Haha, you two should be comedians, or ,as you two like to say, comodians." She looked behind her and it was almost her turn. "Well, almost time. I love you guys."

"We love you too." said Ronnie.

"Hell yeah!" yelled Lindsey, attracting some eyes to them.

They laughed and hugged her. "Don't forget me." Marisol whispered in a small voice.

Ronnie pretended to be appalled. "Of course not! Whatever could make you say such a thing?" She asked in a haughty, English voice.

"Never would we forget our little Marisol!" Lindsey stated, bear-hugging her.

"Can't breathe!"

"Oh, sorry." and Lindsey released her.

Marisol hugged her mother again and walked through the metal detector. "Bye." Lindsey, Ronnie, and Marisol's mother called.

Marisol shook her head. "Not bye, but see you later. I'll be back. You haven't see the last of me!"

"Cornball!" Ronnie yelled.

"So?" Marisol called back and she collected her things. They stayed there until they couldn't see her anymore.

On the plane, Marisol gazed out the window( she had the window seat), watching as the plane flew further and further away. "Here goes." she told herself. She kept looking until she finally fell asleep, unwillingly.

The next morning, in Tree Hill, Peyton woke up in tangled sheets and her eyes widened, especially when an arm wrapped around her waist. She looked at the clock, it was a quarter to eight. Slowly, she turned to see who's arm it was, although she pretty much knew who it was. "Nathan!" she screamed.

He sprung up and looked around. "What? Something wrong?"

"Yes! Nathan, you're not supposed to be here! We shouldn't have done that. That is what's wrong."

"Peyton-"

"It was a mistake, Nathan. You have to leave." By now, Peyton was up and throwing his clothes at him.

He caught them and struggled to put them on. "If I remember correctly, it was a mistake we both made, three times." Nathan smirked.

Peyton glared at him. "You have to go. This was wrong, Nathan, and you know it!"

"I don't think it was. Peyton, I-Wait, what time is it?"

"Almost eight, why?"

"Oh, shit, I'm dead! I got to go!"

"That's what I've been saying." Peyton huffed.

He smirked at her and kissed her. Then, before she could do anything, he let her go and ran out of the house. Peyton watched him run from the window, "What did I just do?"

At the Scott residence( Dan, Deb and Nathan Scott, not Keith or Lucas), Dan was fuming in the kitchen as Deb tried to calm him down. "Where the hell is he?"

"Dan, I bet he's on his way. He knows to be here."

"Yeah, then why isn't he here?"

"Maybe he's out running for the vigorous training you put him through?"

"Deb, don't start."

"Well, Dan, you're the one who lets him stay out at all hours of the night and make him work out when it's day."

"You're the one that's never home."

Deb pulled back from him. "That was a low blow, Dan." and she walked back into the den, where Marisol was sitting by herself; waiting for them.

"Deb!" He bellowed, but she ignored him. That's when Nathan walked in through the front door. "Nathan, where the hell have you been?" He yelled.

"I'm sorry, Dad. I was at Tim's house and I lost track of time."

"Don't lie to me, son. Tim just called for you to see if you wanted to hang out today."

"I-"

"Save it, Nathan. You're late, thirty minutes. Now, go in the den so you can meet your fiancé, but you are not off the hook. Do you hear me?"

"Yes, Dad." Nathan said, rolling his eyes.

Marisol and Deb were making polite, small talk when they walked in. Marisol stood up and said, "Sir."

"Please sit down. That's not necessary and call me Dan."

"Yes, sir. I mean, Dan!"

Dan laughed and Nathan smirked. He thought, "So, she's the parent-pleasing type of girl."

"Nathan, don't you think you should introduce yourself to Marisol?" Deb asked, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"Oh, yeah. I'm Nathan Scott." and he shook her hand.

"I'm Marisol Santorini." Nathan looked her over and came to the conclusion that she was very pretty. Although her body wasn't the hottest he'd ever seen, she was pretty. She had long, black hair, that was reddish-brown at the tips, so he knew that she used to dye it. Marisol also had dark-brown eyes that are black at first glance. She was short compared to him as well, but not too short. Marisol squirmed underneath his gaze.

Dan coughed and Deb caught that as her signal. "Oh, Dan, I just remembered, I have to go to my work for a second. But something's wrong with my car, so can you take me?"

"Sure, Deb. Nathan, show Marisol her room and maybe you could take her around the town."

"Okay, Dad." Nathan responded, knowing well that this was more of an order than a suggestion.

When Dan and Deb left the room, Nathan and Marisol stared at the floor or the wall. Nathan broke the silence. "So, I should take you to your room." She nodded and followed him. Once they got to the door, "This is it. Uh, I should show you around Tree Hill too. So, you can change if you want, or we can go right now if you'd like." Nathan tried to be polite because he didn't want to get into further trouble.

She looked down at her attire of a long skirt and loose, flowing top, and at his jeans, long-sleeve shirt, and track jacket, realizing that it's colder here this time of year. "I think I'll change."

"Okay, I'll be right next door, in my room." He pointed at his door.

She nodded and went inside, thinking, "They probably put my room next to his on purpose. I guess I should just be glad they aren't making us share a room." Marisol couldn't help but shudder at the thought. Sure, Nathan was attractive. He had dark blue eyes that looks bluer in the light and short, dark brown- almost black- hair. He was also very muscular as far as she could tell and from what she heard his parents say while arguing. Nathan was tall too and about eight inches taller than her. Okay, she had to admit he was actually very hot, but he seemed far from her type. She decided to swear off boys during the remainder of her high school years in the summer of her freshman year, but she very well couldn't do that now, could she?

Minutes later, Nathan heard a light knock on the door, as if the person was almost afraid to disturb him. He knew it was her and opened it. He looked at what she was wearing now. Marisol changed into some jeans, a long-sleeve shirt that went past her hips, and a fitted t-shirt over it, with a jacket. Nathan's eyebrows rose and he thought that her earlier outfit didn't give her body justice. He hoped that she wore tighter clothes more often, but changed that opinion when he thought of people like Tim and Vegas checking her out.

"Is something wrong?" She asked meekly.

"Oh, no. Nothing." Nathan smiled at her shyness. "Let's go." Marisol agreed so quietly that he almost didn't hear her and he smiled again. Of course, that made her even more nervous because she thought he was making fun of her.

Nathan showed her the school, parks, some shops, and places to eat. He asked her where she wanted to go next. "Um, is there a library here?"

He was surprised for he thought for sure that she would say the mall. "Uh, yeah. I've never really been there, but I know where it is." From where they were, they could just walk and, when crossing the street, Nathan took her hand. He held it until they got to the library. "Well, this is it."

Then, he noticed that she was blushing and realized that he was still holding her hand. He dropped it and muttered an apology as she checked out the architecture of the building. Nathan watched her do this with curiosity and wondered why he took her hand.

He rarely held Peyton's hand and, most of the time, when he was, she was the one that took his hand. There were rare occasions where he took her hand, but that was only when guys were checking her out and he wanted everyone to know that she was his.

She went back to him and played with her hands, timidly. "Um, Nathan, can I go inside and look around?" He looked down at her and she quickly added, "Please?"

He had to smile and said, "Okay, let's go."

Marisol looked around and Nathan could see her eyes light up as she read the backs of some books. "You know, we can come back later and get you a library card."

"Really?"

"Sure. We just have to get a signature from my dad, since you're in his care."

"Okay." When they got back to the house, Nathan asked Dan and they got the papers. In the car, outside the library, Marisol looked over at him, and said, "Thank you." She got out of the door so quickly, Nathan hadn't even taken off his seatbelt yet.