Chapter 2- What We'd Do.

cause it's you and me and all of the people
with nothing to do
nothing to lose
and it's you and me and all of the people
and I don't know why
I can't keep my eyes off of you

He'd wake up every morning ready for his day with her. He'd check his phone, reading her good morning message to him. He'd quickly send one back before hopping in the shower. Walking out of his bath room, with his short on he'd make his breakfast. Texting her to remind her to be ready by 6:30. She'd reply with an I know.

He'd finishing eating, and then finish getting dress. Some days he'd sit around and do nothing till he had to go get her, or other days he'd leave early to have more time with her. Once done he drive to her. He'd walk in without knocking and go straight to her room. Giving her a proper greeting he'd wait for her to finish getting ready.

They'd walk out hand in hand. He'd carry her books for her; placing them in the back he'd hold the door open for her. And they drive off to school. Talking about each other's plans for the day, whether he had basketball or she had cheer-leading practice, or if she was hanging with Brooke and if he'd be with Lucas.

They'd get to school, and Brooke and Jake would meet up with them. Together the four of them would walk in, Lucas catching up later. He'd escort her to her locker, which is four before his. The bell would ring, and he'd kiss her deeply saying he'll see her after 1st block. With one final peck they'd part ways.

In their classes they think about each other, ignoring all the instructors' words and missing out on lectures. They'd send flirty messages, between each other. Making up excuses to get out of class, to met up with each other.

Promising they'd meet up with each other after school, by the flag in the courtyard. Waiting patiently for the other to show up, they'd leave hand in hand. Exchanging small kisses, he'd drive her home. Telling the other, they'll call later on.

Homework is done. Practice is over. Dinner was eaten, showers were taken. Phone calls were made. Now came good nights, and goodbyes. Multiples I love you, and whispered promises of I'll see you in the morning. They'd finally fall asleep. To repeat the same tomorrow

But not today.

He woke up late. He rushed to get ready. A bite of toast, wrinkled shirt, bed head hair, and the wrong pair of shoes he's out the house. Checking his phone, he had no calls or text. Sighing he threw it in the cup holder. Starting the car he drove off to school.

He stepped out his car, and wasn't greeted by his usual group of friends. A few underclassmen came up and muttering nervous hellos. With a fake smile, he kept walking to his locker. He stopped at his locker, and threw his books in. Slamming his locker, he rested his head on it. Taking a deep breath he felt, and tiny hand rest on his shoulder.

Turning around, he was met with the face of Brooke Davis. Offering a small smile, "Hey…"

"Hi." He muttered.

"You do know it's just a locker, right?" She asked teasingly. "I'm pretty sure it did nothing to you."

Exhaling a little, "Just a rough morning. Took it out on the locker." He ran his hand through his hair, "How is she?"

"She's hurt, Nate." She said sadly. The bell rang, and kids started to leave the hallway. They stayed, and talked. "Let's walk to class." They began walking as she told him, "I had gotten your text and went to see her. I found her crying on her bed. She told me she saw you kiss some other girl, and that you told her she kissed you."

Stopping, "She did! I wouldn't lie about something like that." She looked at him sympathetically, "I know I've lied before about petty stuff, but I'm not lying about this. And I really wish she would believe me when I say that." He said with aggravation.

Placing a hand on his shoulder, "And I'm sure she does believe you, deep down."

"Then why are we taking a break?" He sighed, "If she believes me, why did we break up?"

"You want to know why?" He nodded. "Cus she's tired of your bullshit, Nate. She loves you, she does. But you've put her through a lot these past couple months. You two are both my friends, but you can be an ass sometimes, and I'm pretty sure she can be bitchy. But she needs sometime to figure things out, and see where you two stand. Even though we both know, she doesn't want to do this. But you two need it."

He stared down at her. Thinking about her words, was it the truth? Had he really been the arrogant, and rude to her? Was he such an ass? Does she really love him? "Oh. Ok."

Smiling softly, "Why don't we go to class, and I'll talk to you later?"

Nodding, "Sure." He said walking off.

Turning to walk off to her class, she quickly turned back. "Hey Nate!" He turned back, kinking an eyebrow. "Just give her some time. She still loves you." Showing her dimpled smile, she strutted off to her classroom.

Shaking his head, he went to his own.

Lunch usually is her favorite part of the school day besides dismissal. It was her time with Nathan at school. Sometimes they'd go to lunch, and hang with friends. Maybe go to the weight room for a quick make out session. Or just skip school as a whole, and go to his apartment.

She'd walk out of her 3rd block and wait for him by her locker. He'd surprise her, and tickle her sides. Standing in front of her he'd pin her to the locker. Kissing until Whitey tapped him on the shoulder, telling them they better get to lunch. She'd blush and he'd laugh.

Grabbing a water and a snack from the snack line they sit with their friends. Brooke and Jake would be making out when they get there. Lucas and Haley would laugh at the two of them, and talk amongst themselves. Leaving Nate and Peyton somewhat privacy. They'd talk, kiss, and flirt for those 30 minutes, before heading back to class.

They didn't do that today.

She took her time getting out of class. Making sure she grabbed her pencil and sketch book, she walked over to the library. Getting water from the vending machine she sat down quietly, at her favorite table by the window. Silently drawing her emotions out onto the paper.

A picture of a girl kissing her boyfriend, being held in his arms not wanting him to let go of her. The sun fading in the back, and the moon and stars coming up. His hands planted at her waist, and her arms around her neck. Dried tears were present on her face, and a tear slipping from his eye. Distance was present in their stance. The lower half of their bodies was apart, and their feet were above the ground.

If was as if the kiss was so powerful, that it took them off the ground. The shading, and features of the drawing made it all the more sad. Shading in the darkness, she didn't see the chair beside her being pulled out.

Taking a sneak of her drawing, he made a comment, "A lover's farewell, huh?" Lucas asked slightly intrigued. She glared at him and closed her notebook. "It was really good."

"Thanks." He smiled slightly. "Now if you don't mind, I would like to be alone."

"Wow. I complement you and you ask me to leave." He said jokingly. "Not gonna happen Sawyer." She groaned, standing up she grabbed her pad and pencil and turned to leave. Jumping up quickly, he stood in front of her blocking her path.

"Would you move?"

Shaking his head, "Not until you tell me what's going on in that head of yours?" He said seriously. "And don't play stubborn either; you can't possibly say nothing's wrong. Cus I know it's been awhile since you've drawn sappy, depressing love pictures." She looked at him and turned her head, "So sit down, and tell me what's going on." He said motioning to the chair.

Placing her stuff back on the table, she said down slowly. He followed suit. "It hurts. It's one thing to think about him actually doing it, but seeing it. Yeah it's something I didn't want to see."

He listened on tentatively, as she spoke about her heart break. She told him exactly what Nate had told him. She cried a few tears, as she was telling him. "I believe him I do, I just don't…."

"Think you can trust him..?" He offered.

Nodding, "Yeah, and I know it probably makes no sense." She said laughing a little.

"No it does." He said. "Remember after Haley had left to go on tour? I was so hurt. She said she'd never leave me. But she did anyways. And when she told me it was something she just had to do. I believed her. Her singing is just that good, she couldn't not except this chance of a life time. But that didn't help her to regain my trust again. I guess that's why I and she haven't taken it back to that level we were on." He sighed, "And this happened Junior year. It's the beginning of our senior year and I've yet to try and move past where we are." He grabbed one of her hands, "I guess I said that to say this… don't let a kiss that he didn't initiate prevent you two from being together. You two love each other, and I know he can be an ass. But that ass loves you." He said making her laugh

"I know it's only been two days since you've decided to take a break, but he's really taking it hard. I don't think I've ever seen Nathan this sad before." He smiled softly, "But I know you're upset about this too, so I want you to take your time with this. Don't make any rash decisions, about this. Just don't take too long." He stood up. Walking over he placed a kiss to her forehead, and walked out of the library.

She sat there thinking of his words. Crying silently, she sat there until the bell rang. Quickly wiping her eyes, she walked into the crowded hallway. Making her way to her locker, she grabbed her books for her next class. As turned to walk away, he was walking towards her.

He offered a small smile, and she put her head down. Reaching out he grabbed her arm softly, "Peyt…"

The warning bell rang. "We're gonna be late, you should go to class." She said shaking her arm from his grasp.

"Don't be like this." He said softly. "If we're gonna be on this 'break'. Can we at least be friends?"

Shaking her head, "Maybe. I don't know." His head dropped a little, "At least not anytime soon." She turned and walked off to class.

He stood there staring at her retreating form, "Peyton!" He yelled, making her turn to look at him. "I'm gonna win you back. You'll see." He said with his smirk, and walked off.

It was her turn to stand there. And this time with a smile, "We'll see." She called out after him.

A/N I hoped you enjoy. The lyrics at the top are from You and Me by Lifehouse. R&R.