Author's Note: Okay guys, you might start to hate me from this chapter, because it may not be what you wanted to happen. But stay tuned for other chapters. This story will just keep you on your toes.

The door shut behind her as her eyes adjusted from light to darkness. As she closed her eyes for a moment she reopened them to find Chris standing in front of her with his tux jacket in his hand, hanging of his shoulder; gangster style.

"Well, Emo Girl, it looks like your feelings for me have taken a 360." He told her with his infamous smirk spread across his cheek. Peyton stared at him blankly as she raised an eyebrow to him and shifted her wait to her other foot, her hands on her hips. Letting out a sarcastic laughed she reached up and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Full of yourself much?" She asked as she lowered her hand and ran it down his shirt, unbuttoning his shirt on the way down. Chris smiled as he dropped his jacket and placed a hand on her hip to pull her closer to him, but Peyton slapped his hand, instructing him to move it. As his hand moved away, Peyton ran her hands down the visible skin of his chest. Looking up into Chris' eyes, Peyton smirked back at him as she tilted her head to the side.

"To bad your right." She told him as she leaned forward and kissed his neck lightly, making her way up to his lips. With a seductive smile, Peyton leaned forward to crash her lips against his, but stopped before reaching his lips. Her breath kissed his lips, making the intensity highten and his urge for her to grow. As they got lost in each other's eyes, Peyton allowed her hand to move from his chest to his lower abdomin where she drawed her hand along his sex lines. She allowed one last smile before looking down to see he was excited. With that, Peyton took one step closer to him, their bodies barely touching. Kissing his neck once more, Peyton looked down at his member once more before pointing at it with yet the same smile.

"Down boy." She stated as she brought down her hand and looked up at Chris with the same cocky smirk he always had on his face. Turning around swiftly Peyton walked to the door, as soon as he hand touch the cold metal of the door handle a moan filled the atmosphere. With a slight laugh, Peyton turned around to face Chris.

"Oh, come on Chris. I dont want to know what you do to yourself..."

Chris threw his hands up stopping her words.

"Dude, totally not me." He told her as he looked around him, searching for the source; Peyton as well.

As they walked along side each other, both of them walked around the lockers. The only place to go from there was back where they came from and the showers. With a small laugh, Peyton took Chris' hand and walked with him to the showers, tiptoeing their way there. As they walked into the shower room the moans got louder.

Peyton turned her head towards Chris, placing a finger over her lips, telling him to be quiet. With a quick jump, Peyton leaped out in front of the two loverbirds getting it on. After realizing who it was, Peyton quickly turned around shielding her eyes.

"Are you fucking serious! Oh my god! Get a room!"

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In the meantime, Lucas stared at the door as he let the music run in one ear and out the other. Thoughts ran through his head, wondering what they were doing in there. He knew Peyton better than that. Even if she did want to get back at him, she wouldn't have picked Chris. Not him of all people.

But then again, she didnt even give him time to explain why he was talking to Brooke in the first place. She assumed, so it was possible that she would go as far as that because she knew he hated Chris. As more thoughts ran through his head, his instincts keep telling him to get over his pride and go after her if he loved her enough.

As he stood up, Lucas walked his way to the door, placing a hand on the cold metal. Just then he stopped and realized that he wanted Peyton to make her own decisions. If she loved him, she would want to work things out. It would show her true feelings for him. The way she snapped at him proved that she may have not been fully committed. So, inside, doubts remain. With a sigh, Lucas turned around and walked back to his seat, where he buried his face in his hands.

As he looked up, he realized Haley had left the dance floor and reunited with him at the table once more.

"Hey Hales."

Haley placed a hand on his shoulder and smiled as she leaned in and hugged her best friend tightly.

"I'm so sorry. I wish I could help you get through this. Just to forget everything that happened and make everything normal."Lucas nudged his shoulder away from her as he stood up and looked down upon her. Haley backed away slightly as she looked up at him worriedly.

"She loves me and I love her. I'm not giving up that easily. I just want her to realize things on her own terms. Everything will be back to normal in no time." He told her before scooting in his chair. "I need to go."

After ending their short conversation, Lucas walked passed the door, keeping his eyes on it before leaving the gym and into the hallway of the school. As he looked around him, he remembered he was in the same spot Keith died. Again, the voice in his head went off.

Open Your Eyes, Luke. Open Your Eyes!

Lucas closed his eyes before taking in a deep breath and opening them once more. It was like the past was repeating itself. He could see the accident as if it was rehappening, just then, he remembered he had looked at a window to the office before leaving with Peyton in his arms. There he saw a girl staring at him through the blinds. It was then he realized someone witness the accident.

Yes, I know, it's sorta turning out like the show. It do not own show or parts of the plot. I just need parts of what actually happened on the show so I can make my story fit. I hope you enjoyed the chapter. I promise you, you will like the rest of my story. Just keep reading. Things are definately not over between Leyton. And Brucas is not going to happen.