A/N: I am overwhelmed with the reviews on my first chapter. A big thank you to everyone who reviewed!

Chapter Two: Moving Targets

"Did we finish off the qualified student population in just four years?" Lucas asked. "Damn, we're good."

"You're not thinking." Peyton said, rolling her eyes. "Prom is coming up, and I intend to win that crown."

"I thought you were against all sorts of stereotypes and establishments? Cheerleader equals prom queen is one of them." Lucas questioned. Peyton wasn't your run of the mill cheerleader. Cheerleaders love pink, Peyton loves black. Cheerleaders listen to bubblegum pop and RnB ballads, Peyton listens to punk-rock-grunge-metal-rock songs in the form of old vinyl discs. Cheerleaders are brainless idiots, Peyton is in every AP Tree Hill offered. Cheerleaders read Cosmopolitan and Us Weekly, Peyton reads Edgar Allan Poe and Earnest Hemingway. The only thing the stereotype and Peyton have in common is the blonde hair, the beauty and the number of boys.

"It's a sort of, I'm a nonconformist so I intend to conform to non-conform sort of thing." Lucas just looked at her blankly. "It's like, being sarcastic."

"Oh." Lucas said, trying to understand what statement she was trying to make this time. They actually didn't have to make statements, people just sort of noticed and imitated.

"How about college guys?" Peyton mused. "I mean, they have this whole, untouchable thing going on."

"To get college guys, you have to go to poetry readings and frat parties." Lucas said. "Guys who go to poetry readings are nerds, frat parties are so out of control you can't ask anyone because they're all drunk or high. Trust me on this one, Peyt, you don't want to go there."

"How about you? You can't survive without a girl drooling over you. And the only ones left are the hopeless and the enraged." Peyton replied.

"I'll find one of my ex-girlfriends. Maybe one of them needs a date to the prom." Lucas answered. "I was thinking Trisha."

"Trisha has a restraining order against you." Peyton replied dully. She knew Lucas' history like the back of her hand.

"Abby?"

"Boyfriend."

"Camille?"

"Oh, Camille's the lesbian." Lucas grimaced, then grinned.

"How about I have two escorts? Camille, and her lesbian friend." Peyton read Lucas' thoughts and smacked him in the head.

"Dirty old man. Who's next?" She asked.

"Kim?"

"Still in love with you."

"Lauren?"

"Too clingy."

"Kristen?"

"Still wants to kill you."

"Sophia?"

"Will ask her brother who wrestles professionally to kick your ass if you go near her."

"Hilary?"

"Please, Luke."

"Who, then?"

Peyton sighed. "I told you, there is no one else." She looked at the rustling leaves and scanned faces in her head. One of the qualified people is bound to be single. She removed her gold Razr phone from her pocket and looked at the address book. It was filled with numbers of guys she met in bars, her prehistoric ex-boyfriends and a few of her female friends. She snapped it shut in frustration.

"It's not our fault if we're hot and desirable." Lucas said, pouting at Peyton. She slapped him with her free hand, and Lucas nearly fell off the bench. "Come on, we're not that dependent on relationships."

"Oh yeah?" Peyton challenged. "Have you lasted at least two days without a girlfriend?"

"When have you had only one boyfriend?" Lucas answered back. Peyton saw the point of the argument. She stood up and rummaged through her bag for keys.

"Look, the assembly's lasting for another hour. Buy me breakfast?" She asked sweetly. Usually guys would fall over themselves just for her to speak to them like that, but Lucas dismissed it with a scoff. Peyton pursed her lips together, which was quite a funny sight, and Lucas gave in, laughing.

"Fine, but I'm driving." Lucas said, grabbing the keys and heading into the parking lot.

The next few days were different. Now that the news that the most eligible bachelor and bachelorette were available, people would make sure that they noticed them. Some girls screamed for him whenever he would practice. They would give him bottles of water whenever they would see him break a sweat. His locker would be filled with pink, scented stationary with odes of love and passion. A few girls sneaked into the guys' locker room to flash him. Others would just randomly pull him into broom closets and try to make out with him.

The guys stalked Peyton everywhere she went. Whenever she would reach school guys would line up to park her car. The other guys carry her things. When they get to her locker, boxes of chocolates and stems of roses would be piled underneath, all with names and numbers of guys who wanted to woo her. Her eccentric AP Calculus classmate offered to do all of her homework until graduation if she had lunch with him. She would be surrounded with a swarm of guys whenever she would walk to the next class.

It was fun at first, but then later it got annoying. Peyton and Lucas decided to do something about this.

"We've been hiding here for two hours. Are they gone yet?" Peyton whined, fishing out a Godiva truffle and popping it into her mouth. Lucas grabbed another one and ate it.

"No." Lucas said, pressing his ear against the door. "I think they're waiting for us to come out."

Peyton let out a frustrated cry. "I don't care anymore. I am getting out of here, running to my car and hiding in my room until they find a new girl to obsess over." She stood up and reached for the doorknob.

"No!" Lucas said, pulling her down. "Look, it's an hour and a half before school is out. They're leaving. We just have to wait."

"We can't hide in broom closets forever, Luke." Peyton said, leaning against the wall.

Another hour passed. Lucas finished counting all of the maintenance materials in the closet and twice, the janitor knocked violently on the door, so they pretended to not be there so he could just think that he forgot his key. They were hungry, because they only had a few minutes of eating before people started approaching them. Peyton reached out for the last Godiva truffle and put it in between her teeth. Lucas looked at her, surprised.

"I was going to get that." Lucas remarked.

"Now you can't." Peyton replied. Lucas reached out his arm to grab the truffle from in between her teeth . Peyton moved to the corner of the room, covering her mouth with her hands while Lucas chased her on his knees. Finally he stumbled on to her and they both fell lying on the ground. Peyton was affected by the impact of the fall and Lucas' weight on her, so he took the opportunity to lean down and bite the other half from her mouth. At the same time, Peyton closed her mouth. Their lips met in a sort of strange kiss, with chocolate and cherry liqueur playing in their tongues.

When they finally pulled away, they gave each other a strange look, as if to ask what happened. Peyton checked her watch and found out that thirty minutes have passed. She stood up, smiled at Lucas and ran out the door. Lucas was left in the closet, still unsure of what happened and why it did.

Neither wanted to admit it to themselves, but that kiss was pretty damn good.

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