A/N: I do not own One Tree Hill.

A/N: I know Peyton and Nathan have lost some of their morals along the way. So sorry if you don't like reading them that way, but it will likely get worse before it gets better. Also, I am not done revealing pieces of the past to you. There is just not any of the past in this chapter.

Peyton was steadily making her way to the other end of the club. She still had the attention of the good-looking man in the corner. They flirtatiously smiled to each other, until something else caught her attention. She heard a male voice echo behind her. "Mm mm mm you be looking good girl" It was a voice she had heard before, and even in her heavily intoxicated state she was able to associate it to a Tree Hill native.

Turning around quickly, she shouted "SKILLZ" and fell into him as way to avoid the ground.

He quickly put her back on her own personal feet. "Peyton" he said shocked to see the woman he thought was surely married to Lucas by now, not that he would know. Lucas had refused further contact with Skillz after he had decided to be Nate's partner in crime. "Are you drunk?" he asked surprised at the strong odor being released as she breathed.

"Maybe just a little" She said holding her thumb and index finger close together with her hand swaying as she seemed stressed to balance her body with this action.

"A little, yeah okay" he laughed it off. It was good to see a face so familiar, but tonight was about finding the honeys and Peyton was a little too wasted to talk about her life anyway. He opted for the next best option. "Let me get your digits, and I give you mine, then maybe we can chill one day next week, when you're sober." He said giving her a card with his number. She sloppily wrote what looked like numbers on a napkin and returned the gesture.

"Well, I guess I'll see you next week." She said glancing back in the direction of her eye candy to discover he was still there.

"Later" he said while retreating back to bar. He needed to re-evaluate the faces in this club if he was going to find a girl tonight. He grabbed a seat beside Nate and began talking about his encounter with the curly blonde.

Peyton continued her path the 'hottie in the corner' as she had named him in her head. He looked even better the closer she got. When she was within a reasonable distance from him she found a place to lean against a wall. She had picked up guys before, and she had always found them more pleasant if they initiated the conversation. So she waited.

It didn't take long for the man to approach her with a grin. "Hi beautiful. Do you have a map?" Much to her surprise she has not heard this pickup line before.

"No, why?" she asks curiously, waiting to here what comes next.

"Cause I keep getting lost in your eyes." He says while staring directly into her beautiful green orbs. "I'm Jase, by the way."

"Peyton" she says seductively. His pickup may be cheesy, but his looks more than make up for it. She plans to have a good time tonight. "Do you want to dance?"

"Of course" he says in a deep voice, while taking her hand and leading her to the dance floor. They then proceed to dance in a manner not suitable for children. She allows her hands to remain on muscular shoulders that can be felt through the thin green fabric of his shirt. While their bodies move in sync with the music. Peyton thinks that tonight just might be a good night. She hasn't moved like this with anyone in a while.

"Wait a minute, you said you saw Peyton. Peyton Sawyer. Here." Nathan rattled after realizing who Skillz had been talking about moments before. He hadn't seen her since leaving Tree Hill. The thought of his ex girlfriend managed to creep into his mind every time he crossed paths with a curly blonde.

"Yeah man, Peyton. She was eyeing some guy when I left her. Man, I thought she and Luke would be like welded together by now. I was off. She looks good though. We swapped digits so we can catch up one day."

"Oh, well, maybe I'll run into her later." "So you give up already on the scene tonight?"

"I got distracted. I think I should just go home bro. I ain't feeling anybody tonight." He says disappointedly while remembering his less than intelligent conversation from earlier.

"You gonna leave too?"

"Nah, I think I am going to stay a little longer." He says while paying for the drinks he purchased for a table of brunettes five minutes prior. "Besides I have time to kill before that reporter comes over anyway."

He motions to the bartender for another shot as his eyes scan the room. They land on a familiar face and jealousy overtakes his body as he watches the sensual manner of her moves. It has been four years since he has seen her and even longer since he had any claims on her, so this emotion has him puzzled, but his eyes do not move. He the man's hands guiding her hips with the music, and her hands caressing his chest. This is definitely not the girl he dated in high school, or the woman he graduated with. She has changed. This change has definitely peaked his curiosity.

The feelings of jealousy are still quite strong, so he throws back another shot, and decides to make his way to the dance floor, perhaps he can cut in. Making his way through the massive number of dancing people, he stops in the spot where they once stood only to find that they were not there anymore. He scans the room but can no longer find the curls he is looking for.

Returning to the bar and downing another shot, he scans the room once more before leaving. The club just wasn't everything he thought it would be tonight. Seeing Peyton stirred up emotions he wasn't sure he even still had, and he wasn't sure how to deal with it. He had become accustomed to not caring about anything, just the amount of attention he got, so caring about someone else's action was strange. He decided to put it out of his mind for now. Upon reaching his apartment, he found the reporter, waiting beside the door.

"I was hoping you didn't forget about me" She said while he unlocked the door. "I don't know if you caught my name earlier, but I am Amy."

"Yeah, okay" he said thinking that names complicated things; he wasn't looking for a relationship just a good lay. "You coming in?" he asked agitatedly. She followed him in where he immediately took her mouth in his own. She made a mental note that no matter what happened, this was definitely worth it. He was a damn good kisser.

It wasn't long before clothes were removed and both were exhausted from their actions. Nathan leaned back against a pillow, while Amy the reporter started to move closer to Nathan on the bed.

"I am too tired to go again." He stated as if that had been why she was moving.

"Me too, I was moving to a better position." She said smiling while thinking about the previous act.

"We're finished here, you should leave." He said coldly, as if it wasn't her that he shared the intimate performance with. She was taken aback by his words, but hadn't really expected much more. She had heard the rumors about his behavioral patterns. It seems she wasn't the first he used as a release, and she sure wouldn't be the last. So she gathered her clothes and walked out of Nathan Scott's flat as he drifted off to sleep. Meanwhile a similar chain of events was happening at a certain woman's one room apartment not that far away.