A/N: As promised in the last Chapter, here is chapter 9 for you.

Mark Schwahn owns OTH unfortunately. However if I did, Sam wouldn't have left the show. I liked her mother/daughter relationship with Brooke.

~loserbelle~

Chapter 9

Peyton POV

Jenny was right. Jake did know how to make a mean P, B & J sandwich.

I turned to Jenny who was sitting on the picnic bench drawing inside my sketch pad. Jake went off to take a call about a job offer at the high school to be the new music teacher. "You're right Jenny this is the best sandwich I had in the longest time." I stared at her with wide smile.

"I told you Peyton. Daddy is the best. He can do anything," she said still focused on her drawing.

"What's that your drawing," I asked.

"I'm drawing my family."

"Whose all those people in your family Jenny?" I wanted to know who all the people, well stick figures really, were in her drawing, the people she consider family.

"Well that's Me. I'm wearing a dress because I love them." She pointed to a little stick figure with a pink triangle dress. "That one is daddy. He's holding a guitar because he sings to me every night before I go to sleep" She pointed to a red stick figure holding what I guess looked like a blue guitar. "Those two are grandpa and grandma. There always together. Grandma always has funny earrings on." She then pointed to two stick figures. One had orange blobs hanging from her head.

"Who are you drawing now?" The stick figure she was currently working on was purple, but had a red dress on. I wonder who that could be?

She turned to me and smiled really big before explaining, "That's my Aunt Brooke. She's one of the coolest people I know. She's so pretty and makes pretty clothes. Did you know she made this dress for me. She said that no other little girl would have one like this. Only me!" She drew Brooke as part of her family. That's suppose to be me. Stop! What are you thinking Peyton. She can draw Brooke as part of her family if she wants to. You have nothing to be jealous about. In fact, you have no right to be jealous.

"That's a great drawing Jenny," I said while I watched her continue to draw.

"Peyton can I ask you a question?" I heard her ask.

"Of course. You can ask me anything you want."

"How come I don't have any of your drawings from when I was little-er? Only from when I was a baby. Did you not want to see me anymore?" she looked up at me with sad eyes.

"Oh no Jenny. Of course I wanted to see you. Things just got complicated. I guess…I don't know how to describe it."

"Did you not come and visit me like how my mom didn't come and see me?" she said returning to the sketch pad, starting a new drawing.

God! She is comparing me to Nikki. I guess I'm just like her. I did abandon her. I forgot she existed and never looked back. "No Jenny. It's like with your mom. I just..you and your dad lived in Savannah, and I lived here in Tree Hill and it was just hard to go out there and visit you because I had school and it's just very far away."

"Oh. Okay. Did you want to go play in the sandbox with me?" She asked as she stared up at me. How can I say no to those eyes. They're just like her dad's.

"Actually baby, is it alright if you head to the sandbox first and then Peyton can join you later? Daddy wants to talk to Peyton first okay?" I heard Jake ask. I didn't know he was finished with his phone call already. I wonder how much of the conversation he heard.

"You promise to both come to the sandbox and help me build a castle when your done talking," she said with her hands on her hips staring both of us down. She so learned that from Brooke.

"I promise baby girl we won't take long." Jake swore.

"Pinky swear Peyton?" She asked focused now only on me holding out her little pinky.

"I pinky swear." I replied squatting down to her level curling mine around hers.

While she ran to the sandbox that was close by, I followed Jake to the park bench I occupied before and sat down next to him.

"Why have you been avoiding me Peyton?" He blurted out. "What have I done to cause you to ignore me for so long?"

I turned to watch Jenny play. I couldn't look over at him. It hurt too much. "You let me go." I whispered.

"I was in love with you, but you were in love with someone else Peyton. You whispered his name while you were asleep in bed next to me for God sakes! Of course I let you go. I couldn't be second best in your heart. I didn't want you to settle for me. Jenny and I deserved better than that."

I felt the tears rapidly falling from my eyes. I should have known this would have been his reaction. It didn't hurt any less though.

"And the worse part of all of this is that I'm not even mad at you Peyton. All I wanted was for you to be happy, and if you were happiest with Lucas, then that's what I wanted for you." He said with a sad smile.

"You're happy Peyton right?" he asked looking right into my eyes.

"Yeah, I'm happy." I said. Although I was also happy when I had you.

"As long as you're happy and he continues to put that smile on your face, then that's enough for me. Congrats on the engagement Peyton"

We sat there on the park bench for a while in silence, watching Jenny play. He stood up and turned to me.

Holding out his hand for me to take, he said, "Let's go play with Jenny now. She keeps looking over her every few seconds."

The rest of the time at the park was spent playing with Jenny. We played in the sandbox for a while and then headed to the swings. Seeing her laugh and play around was definitely the high light of my day.

I arrived home and saw that Lucas's car out front, but when I headed inside there was no sign of him. There were still a few things that needed to get done before the wedding in two weeks, and I wanted his opinion on some things.

I walked into the kitchen to get myself a drink. I saw taped on the fridge a note left by him.

Hey pretty girl,

Just went for a quick jog around town and then gonna head over to the river court to shoot some hoops for a bit since you weren't home when I arrived. Hope you had a great day today. Love you.

-Lucas

I continued to stare at the note in my hand. I'm not the one he calls pretty girl.

A/N: Review People Review! In Season 6 when I heard Lucas call Peyton "Pretty Girl" I seriously wanted to shoot Mark! I was pissed. It gave me inspiration for that last part. So tell me what you think please! Review Review Review!