A/N :- I owe you guys an over due apology for not writing up a chapter in so long ... And I hope you guys like this update ... And if you do then be sure to drop a review ... There's another author's note at the end of the chapter ... It's got a little info about the story ... Hopefully dere are still people out dere who read this story ... Hope you guys njoy it ... And if you do ... then be sure to drop in a review ...
Disclaimer - I don't own One Tree Hill, nor do I own the characters Peyton Sawyer and Lucas Scott, whatever is written in this story is a work of fiction.
Chapter 4 - Peyton Sawyer and Lucas Scott
"Where the hell is he?" Peyton thought to herself, as she moved her hands above her head, as a way of trying to relax her tense muscles, after which she bent down and picked up the basketball that sat on the floor next to her.
Just then the sound of a door opening and closing echoed throughout the gymnasium.
Peyton turned around to see Lucas standing behind her, with bag in hand, and his usual smirk placed on his ever-grinning face.
"You're late," Peyton said, in an unusually calm voice.
"I'm not an early riser," Lucas replied, while faking a yawn.
"Are you trying to be funny?" Peyton asked, with a roll of her eye.
"Why would I?" Lucas asked his tone deadly serious.
"You have practice every morning at 6, and even if they cancel practice for some reason, you still wake up, and you're saying that you aren't an early riser. That makes me wonder if you're trying to be funny," Peyton explained.
Lucas chuckled slightly and moved his head from side to side.
"Why don't you just admit it?" Peyton asked, smirking slightly.
"Admit what?" Lucas asked, setting down his bag and making his way towards Peyton.
"That you're scared," Peyton said, simply.
"You do know who I am, right?" Lucas said, with an air of arrogance, "I'm Lucas Scott. I'm not scared of anything," Lucas said, while as he walked around Peyton in circles.
"I'm Lucas Scott, I'm not afraid of anything," Peyton said, mimicking Lucas's expressions.
"Yah," Lucas said with a smirk, stopping to stand a few feet away from Peyton.
"But he definitely does lose to Peyton Sawyer every day," Peyton said, while smirking at him.
"Don't you want to play?" Lucas asked.
"What's the point?" Peyton asked, with a slight shrug to her shoulders, 'you lose every day," she said, finally starting to move the basketball in her hand, up and down in the air.
"I won't lose today," Lucas said, as he snatched the basketball away from Peyton.
"You say that everyday, too," Peyton said, as she smiled at Lucas.
"We'll see," Lucas said, moving the basketball towards Peyton's face, causing her to jerk backwards.
"We'll see," Peyton said, moving her arm in front of Lucas's face causing him to move behind.
"Aww shit," Lucas mumbled under his breath, which didn't go unnoticed by Peyton.
"Shall we, or are you scared?" Peyton said, as she smiled slyly and started walking towards the centre of the court.
"Never," Lucas said, with a grin of his own.
Lucas stopped a few feet away from Peyton, and then threw the ball in the air.
Peyton moved forward and took the ball before Lucas could, and started dribbling it away from him. Lucas was right behind her, trying to take the ball away from her. But Peyton quickly made her way to the post, and threw the ball through the hoop.
WHOOSH
"Yes," Peyton said, and started doing a little victory dance.
"You know losing from a girl, and that to every day, man how that must bruise your ego," Peyton said, as she stopped jumping around and started dribbling the ball.
"Shit," Lucas screamed, and then took the ball away from Peyton and started dribbling it.
"Right, as if that's ever worked before," Peyton thought, and started moving towards him.
In one swift motion, Peyton checked him and took the ball and started making her way towards the post again. One, two, three steps, before she jumped up and dunked the ball in the net.
WHOOSH
"Yipppppppppppeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee," Peyton sang, as she ran around him shaking her thumb in his face, acting like a little child.
"Stop acting like a little baby," Lucas said, in an irritated tone.
"Oh, I'm acting like the baby. You should go and look at your face in the mirror then talk," Peyton said, as she smiled at him.
"You want to play or not?!" Lucas asked, in an irritated tone.
"Gee, I wonder what we've doing since the past ten minutes?" Peyton asked, sarcastically.
"You're funny," Lucas said, sarcastically.
"What can I say, I'm just the best," Peyton said while laughing and then starting to dribble the ball again.
Lucas quickly swatted the ball away from Peyton as she was talking, and started dribbling it towards the goal.
"Heyyyyy," Peyton exclaimed, and started chasing after him.
Lucas quickly dunked the ball before Peyton could catch up with him.
"And that's the way it's supposed to be done," Lucas said as he took a bow in front of her, much to Peyton's irritation. Peyton roughly pushed his chest.
"Hey, just because I scored, doesn't mean you get to tackle me," Lucas said while trying to gain his balance and laughing out loudly.
"Well if you'd play fair, then I wouldn't need to tackle you, now would I?" Peyton asked, in an irritated tone.
"Everything is fair in love and war and basketball," Lucas said cheekily.
"Says who?!" Peyton asked, flinging her arms in the air.
"Says me," Lucas said, as he continued to bounce the ball.
"Who made you king of the world?" Peyton asked, sarcastically, as she tried to snatch away the ball from Lucas.
"No one has to make me the king. I was born the king," Lucas said, while moving away from Peyton and towards the goal.
"Whatever makes you sleep better at night," Peyton said, as she finally swatted the ball away from Lucas.
"Hey .." Lucas said, as he saw Peyton making her way towards the goal.
"That's what you get for thinking that you're king of the world," Peyton said, as she was almost about to dunk the ball.
Lucas ran behind her, and roughly pushed her to the side, causing her to fall flat on the ground with a loud "THWACK." He took the ball and ran towards the goal and dunked it.
"And that's how the pros do it," Lucas said, as he laughed out loudly.
Peyton got off the floor in a fury.
"If you don't know how to play, at least have the decency not to cheat," Peyton, all but yelled.
"Don't call me a cheater," Lucas said, pointing his finger at her.
Peyton walked towards Lucas.
"That's what you are. Cheater, cheater, cheater," Peyton said, as she got in Lucas's face.
"Peyton, don't call me a cheater," Lucas said.
"Lucas is a cheater, he is a cheater, and he is a cheater," Peyton said, in a mocking tone.
"Peyton," Lucas shouted.
"Cheater," Peyton shouted.
They were standing face to face, both of their faces a mask of fury.
Lucas grabbed a hold of Peyton's wrist and twisted it around her back, causing Peyton to start yelling.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh," Peyton yelled in Lucas's ear.
"Stop screaming like a little girl," Lucas said, as he put his fingers in his ears.
"Don't call me a girl," Peyton said, in a childish tone.
Lucas let go off Peyton's hand, causing her to twirl away from him.
"Actually you're right. You're not a girl," Lucas said, as he stepped back from her.
"At least I'm not like those stupid girls who you run after," Peyton said, as she pointed her finger at his face.
"Excuse me ... I don't run after girls. Girls run after me," Lucas said, in an overly proud tone.
"Ohhhh right," Peyton drawled.
"Yah," Lucas beamed.
"Lucas is sooo sweet, he's so adorable, so handsome," Peyton mimicked, copying the hundreds of girls that were after Lucas every day.
"At least I'm better then you," Lucas said, while pointing his finger at Peyton.
"Was that a joke?" Peyton asked.
"Yah, it was," Lucas replied.
"I don't like jokes," Peyton said, as she stepped in front of Lucas's face again.
"I don't like you," Lucas said, in a mocking tone, as he stepped in front of Peyton's face.
They both stared at each other for a couple of seconds, before turning around and starting to walk out of the gym.
Before they left, both of them came face to face one last time and shouted "SHUT UP!!"
--
Peyton walked into her room and threw the basketball loudly on the wall, as she plummeted herself on the bed.
"What's wrong with you?!" Rachel asked, as she continued flipping through her magazine.
"Nothing," Peyton said, in an angry tone.
"Oh-oh, what did he do now?" Rachel asked, as she set aside her magazine on the coffee table, and sat down beside Peyton on the bed.
"What did who do?!" Peyton mumbled, from her spot on the bed.
"Lucas," Rachel said, while rolling her eyes.
"What do you think?!" Peyton said, as she turned around, so she was now lying facing the ceiling, with her hands tucked underneath her head.
"Did that jerk push you again on the court, so he could net a basket?!" Rachel asked, with one hand on her hip.
"What else," Peyton said, as she waved her hand in the air.
"Jerk," Rachel mumbled.
"Tell me about it," Peyton said, while rolling her eyes.
"Well, you let him do it to you," Rachel said, while looking at Peyton.
"I do NOT," Peyton said, as she sat straight on the bed.
"You do, too," Rachel said.
"Not," Peyton said.
"You're the one who asks him to play with you every morning, even though you know that he'll push you on the freaking court if you're anywhere close to winning and that too everyday," Rachel said.
"Well, he needs the practice," Peyton said
"Peyton, he's the star player of the freaking team. He's here on a full-ride from his school. You don't get any better then that," Rachel said, while rolling her eyes.
"You do," Peyton said, with a small smile, "Haven't you seen me play?" Peyton asked, in a childish tone.
"Well you're you, but c'mon he is a hell of a player," Rachel said.
"I know. That's why I help, to make him an even better player," Peyton said.
"Yah, but he doesn't have to push you around, you know. Although it doesn't even matter. It's not as if you say anything to him," Rachel said, with a roll of her eyes.
"I do too," Peyton said, in mock horror.
"Calling him names and telling him that he runs after girls, instead of the other way round, isn't called doing something," Rachel said, in an amused tone.
"Humph," Peyton said, as she thwarted herself down on the bed again.
"I don't understand why you keep helping him, when all he does is shove you around," Rachel said.
"Because, he's my friend," Peyton said, matter-of-factly.
"Righttttttttt!" Rachel drawled.
"What?" Peyton asked, "you know he's my friend," she said, as she looked at Rachel.
"Yah well, where's your "friend" now?!" Rachel asked, air quoting the word friend.
"Where'd you think?!" Peyton said, as she turned to look at Rachel.
--
Lucas walked into his room, and threw his bag loudly on the floor, causing Nathan to look up from his game.
"What's wrong, Luke?" Nathan asked, as he turned to face Lucas.
"Nothing," Lucas said, as he walked round the room.
"I doubt that," Nathan said, with a short laugh.
Lucas shot him a glare.
"Man, I'm only kidding'" Nathan said, while laughing again.
"Hardy har har," Lucas said sarcastically, as he fell on a chair in the far corner of the room.
"Did you fight with Peyton again?" Nathan asked, as he saw Lucas run his hand in his hair.
"How did you know?!" Lucas asked, as he looked up from his place.
"Well let's see. You never throw your bag on the floor like that, nor do you ever walk along the length of this room until or unless you've had a fight with someone, and most of the times that someone is Peyton," Nathan said, while looking at Lucas.
"Right," Lucas said.
"Well, what did you do this time?!" Nathan asked.
"What makes you think I did something?!" Lucas asked.
"You always do something," Nathan said, with a roll his eyes.
"I do NOT," Lucas said, in mock horror.
"Please ... You're always pushing her around somewhere or the other. And if you're not doing that, then you're ringing the fire alarm and then pinning it on her," Nathan said, as he rolled his eyes at Lucas.
"ehehehhe. That was fun," Lucas said.
"Peyton getting detention for three whole weeks, just because you were the one to ring the fire alarm was not fun," Nathan said.
"Well, it was for me," Lucas said, as he sat back in his chair.
Nathan shook his head.
"Well, what did you do?!" Nathan asked, once again.
"Nothing," Lucas said.
"What you're trying to say is that, you didn't push Peyton today because you were trying to beat her at a stupid basketball game?!" Nathan asked.
"I didn't," Lucas said, as he avoided Nathan's eyes.
"Really?!" Nathan asked, not believing what Lucas was saying.
"Yah," Lucas said.
"Really?!" Nathan asked, once again.
"Okay, fine I did," Lucas said, flying his hands in the air.
"There we go," Nathan said, smiling broadly.
"It's not a big deal," Lucas said.
"No, no. Why would it be a big deal? You just keep pushing Peyton around and she keeps getting hurt, but that isn't a big deal," Nathan said, in a mocking tone.
"Hey ... She does not get hurt," Lucas said, trying to defend himself.
"Oh really. You shinned her elbow last month. She had an ugly ass bruise for two weeks," Nathan said.
"That was not my fault," Lucas said, defending himself.
"Yes, because I was the one to push her off the street playfully," Nathan said, sarcastically.
"Playfully being the key word," Lucas said, putting emphasis on the word playfully.
"Dude, your playfully almost caused me a broken rib," Nathan said, while thwarting Lucas with a pillow.
"Well it's not my fault that you bruise easily," Lucas said.
"I do NOT," Nathan said.
"Oh, you do too," Lucas said, while laughing.
"So not the point. Where is she now?!" Nathan asked.
"Probably talking to Rachel about our fight," Lucas said
"Obviously. So you going to talk to her?" Nathan asked.
"I always talk to her, she should come talk to me," Lucas said.
"Well she wasn't the one to push, now was she?!" Nathan asked, in an amused tone.
Lucas looked at Nathan.
"Yah okay. I'll go talk to her," Lucas said.
"Good," Nathan said.
Lucas got up from the chair, and started making his way towards the mini-fridge in their room.
"I just don't get one thing," Nathan said, as he went back to playing his video game.
"And what's that?!" Lucas asked, as he took out a bottle of water.
"The way you keep bruising her, I don't get how she keeps playing with you. I mean if I were in her place, I would've stopped like two years ago," Nathan said.
"She keeps playing because she's my friend," Lucas said, as he took a sip of water.
"Yah, some friend," Nathan mumbled.
"What's that?!" Lucas asked.
"Oh, nothing," Nathan said.
"You sure?!" Lucas asked.
"Yah," Nathan said.
"Okay then, I should go," Lucas said, as he set the water bottle down and started walking towards the door.
"Where??" Nathan asked, looking up from his game.
"To talk to Peyton," Lucas said, as he left.
"Peyton," Nathan said aloud, as he smiled to himself, and then continued to play his game.
--
Peyton walked into the gymnasium, and walked towards the centre of the court. As soon as she stood in the centre of the court, she heard the gymnasium door open again. She turned around and saw Lucas walking into the gym, which caused a small smile to spread across her face.
He walked towards her.
"It's coming," Peyton thought to her self.
"Do I really have to say sorry again?" Lucas thought to himself, and inwardly groaned, as he came and stood in front of her.
"One, two and three," Peyton silently counted in her head, waiting for it.
"I'm sorry," Lucas said, in a quiet whisper.
"There we go," Peyton thought, as she heard those ever repeating two words from Lucas's mouth. Again.
"It's okay," Peyton said.
Lucas looked at her and smiled slightly.
"Besides, its not as if you gave me a big shiny bruise, like you did a couple of weeks ago. Not even a scratch," Peyton said, as she waved her hands in the air.
Lucas laughed at her comment.
"So we're good," Lucas asked, as he looked at Peyton.
"As good as we're ever going to be," Peyton said, while smiling.
Lucas held out his palms in front of Peyton. Peyton gently tapped her palms with Lucas's, after which Lucas tapped his palms with Peyton's, and then Peyton touched Lucas's nose with her index finger as Lucas touched Peyton's with his.
Then Peyton moved in for a hug as Lucas gestured her to.
After releasing each other from the hug, they started walking.
"So have fun losing to me. Again," Peyton said as she draped her arm across Lucas's shoulder.
"I did not lose," Lucas said, as he pushed himself away from Peyton.
"Ahh yah, you did," Peyton said, as she messed up Lucas's hair.
"I did not, and stop doing that," Lucas said, as he moved away from Peyton, so she wouldn't mess his hair.
"Stop doing that," Peyton said, mimicking Lucas, as she draped her arm around Lucas's shoulder again.
"You're such a baby," Lucas said, as he smiled, and moved away from Peyton.
"You're such a baby," Peyton said, as she slightly punched him on his shoulder.
"Come here, you," Lucas said, as he hooked his arm around Peyton's shoulder.
Peyton draped her arm across Lucas's back, as they both walked out of the gym together.
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A/N:- So it's been an extremely long time since I've written up a chapter ... And its been extremely long since I've written a chapter for Battle of Wills as well ... But I've been really busy with university finally starting up ... And since I got a month's break now ... I think I'll be able to make regular updates ... No promises, but am surely going to try ... I hope there are people still out there, who read my story ... So in this chapter Peyton Sawyer has finally been introduced ... And I hope you people liked this chapter ... And also I would've wanted to use Haley instead of Rachel, but I'd already used her before ... And I wasnt planning to add thses two extra characters, those extra characters being Nathan and Rachel .. But I think that it'll be a good thing ... I hope you guys enjoyed the update ... and I hope that you'll review ... till next time ... Love Natasha ...
And also Peyton is a really good player ... because she's been playing since childhood, while Lucas got into it when he started junior high ... And if that's too weird ... then its all cool ... after all it is a fictional story ... Right ... ehehehe ... Have fun with the reading ... Love Natasha ...