The imposter puffed on his cigarette, watching the two from a distant corner of the neighborhood. He was smart enough not to get too close to the police officers, or openly display his face. He wasn't sure how much information they had on his so far, but he was packed up and ready to skip town if need be. He wasn't so ready to leave Peyton behind, but in the back of his mind, he knew he could just take her with him.
He licked his dry and crackled lips, longing to be graced with her touch. He could only catch glances of them through one of Peyton's window. He was so far away that it was hard to make them out, but he knew the curves of her face well enough to see her clearly. The way she glided past the window, like an angelic figure, made everything seem a little better.
But then he'd get a glance at Lucas and his breathing became labored. It was always Lucas with Peyton. Lucas Scott this, and Lucas Scott that. What was so good about that jock? Lucas didn't love Peyton the way he did. There had to be some way that he could prove himself to her.
He tried his hardest to calm his breathing, but his nostrils still flared with each gasp. He closed his eyes tightly for a moment and cocked his head to each side, a popping sound escaping from each movement of his neck. By the time he was able to open his eyes again, he say Peyton and Lucas moving out of the house and toward Luke's car. And with them was a bag that seemed to be full.
It made him angry that she was packed and ready to leave as well. If she was going to go anywhere, she was going with him. Lucas had to be out of the picture. Lucas was never in the picture in his mind anyways. Maybe he could take Luke out in a whole different way. A way that would please everyone.
His window only cracked open slightly, he flickered the cigarette bud to ground. He started his engine and pulled out into the street slowly.
