Marisol and Karen just laughed. By the time Marisol was going to leave, she knew a lot about all three of them and they also told her about Keith, who she met later. However, on the drive home in Lucas' truck, after they dropped off Haley, Marisol asked about Nathan and Peyton.

"What about them?" Lucas asked.

"What's the deal with them?"

"Nathan and Peyton?"

"Yeah, what's their history? I know they used to date and were going steady, but that's it."

"Trust me, you don't want to know."

"You better tell me, Lucas Eugene Scott."

"Wha-What? Who told you that?"

"Haley. Now, tell me. I really want to know."

"Fine, but you asked for it and that name never leaves this truck."

"Sure, sure, just tell me."

"Where is your house anyway?"

"Don't worry about it. Tell me."

"Okay, but you sure you want to hear this right now? In the truck, like this?"

"Yes, Lucas, just tell me. Wait, actually, we could go somewhere I wanted to go back to."

"Where?"

In a few minutes, "You like it here?" Lucas asked as he parked.

"It's beautiful, although I didn't get to enjoy the view last time I was here." She said, looking around the rivercourt.

"Oh, why is that?"

"Oh, these two guys were fighting. Family issues, apparently."

"Really? What do you think of these two guys? Their fighting bother you?"

"A little, but both guys have been nice to me. The one I came with gives me doubts, but the other one is pretty cool."

"What do you think of him?"

"He's nice, smart, reads a lot like I do, but he…" Lucas raised his eyebrow. "Has a funny middle name."

"Hey, that's not supposed to leave the truck!"

Marisol rolled her eyes. "Did I say what it was? No, so it's still in the truck. Don't worry. But there's another thing about the second guy."

"What?"

"I think that even though I just met him formally today, he's a good friend who has my back. Well, from what I've gone through today with him. You see, he's going to tell me about the first guy because he thinks I should be careful, right?"

"Right… So, you think I'm a good friend?"

"Lucas, just get on with it. I don't know what time I have to be home."

"You have a curfew?"

"Actually, I don't know if I do."

"Okay, well, they started going out in the beginning of sophomore year…" He started and Marisol thought, 'That means it's been longer than a year…'

"They broke it off a few weeks ago. Peyton broke up with him and he…"

"He what?"

"He had been trying to get back together with her."

"Oh."

"But like I told you, Nathan and Peyton were known to fight and make up all the time."

"What changed this time?"

"Peyton. I mean, she told me that she realized how much of an ass Nathan is and broke up with him. She's been doing pretty well with the break-up."

"Then, what did you mean on Sunday?"

"What?"

"You said that he couldn't leave her alone and that he still goes crying to her."

"Oh, he just talked to her one afternoon and-"

"Lucas, don't lie to me. Why would that make you so mad?"

"I… She was just trying to comfort him. I was jealous."

"Lucas, you seemed more mad than jealous. That was more than jealous. Besides, just a few hours ago, you were denying liking her. Tell me the truth, Lucas."

"Nathan came to her with a problem and he stayed the night."

"Stayed the night? You don't mean?" Lucas stayed serious. "Oh, what night was this?"

"I don't know. I forgot."

"Lucas…" She warned.

"Okay, okay, it was Friday."

Marisol gulped. "Last Friday?" He nodded. "Oh…wow…I don't know what to say."

"You like him, don't you?"

She quickly glanced over at him. "No, I… I couldn't. I just met him. I…Who feels something for a guy they just met?"

"Marisol, you want me to take you home now?"

"Yeah, but I should tell you something."

Later that night, when Marisol came back to the Scott residence, all the lights were off and she was scared. "Hello? Anyone home?"

The lights suddenly came on and she jumped, screaming. "Ahh! Nathan, what the hell was that for? Shoot, I mean, uh, please don't do that?"

"What the hell was that for?" He repeated. "Where the hell have you been?"

"With Lucas and Haley at Karen's Café. You know, I couldn't help but notice that it wasn't one of the places to eat you showed me on Saturday, even though she makes amazing food."

"Marisol, I thought something happened to you."

"Like what? I hooked up with someone behind your back? No, wait, that's you, right?"

"What?"

"So, you didn't go see Vanessa?"

"No, I was just mad earlier. I didn't mean what I said to her. It was a joke-"

"How is that a joke, Nathan? You told her to 'give you a call if she gets lonely tonight?' Maybe I've got it wrong, but I'm pretty sure that doesn't mean you're going to her house just to watch Old Yeller with her."

"Old Yeller?"

"It's just an example. This is why you said you're okay with waiting, isn't it? Because you've got girls just lining up to sleep with you?"

"That's not true!"

"Yes, it is and you know it. But even then, you go back to Peyton, right? When you found out about me coming here, you panicked and went to her, didn't you?"

"Did Peyton tell you that?"

"No, but I figured it out. Nathan, you know what? You can go around and sleep with all these girls. Do whatever you want , or whoever you want, because no matter what, I have to marry you."

"Marisol, you don't mean that, do you?"

"Yeah, I do. Don't you get it, not only do I have to, because of that stupid contract we signed, but I need to. My family's counting on this and counting on me! So, go, Nathan. Go and have fun with Vanessa tonight and any other night you want. I'll still be here in the morning. I'll be here every morning. Good night." She ran upstairs.

"Marisol!" He yelled and was going to run after her, but stopped. "Ugh!" He threw a lamp across the room. "What the hell am I going to do now?" An idea popped into his head and he went into the den.

Upstairs, Marisol was on her bed, crying, and calling one of her friends. "Ronnie?"

"Hey, what's up?"

"I need to talk to you… and Lindsey."

"Really? You talking to her now?"

"If you three-way her, I will be."

"Okay. Hold on." There was a click. "Mari, you there?"

"Yeah."

"Linds?"

"Right here. Girl, why you changed your number on me and not let Ronnie tell me?"

"'Cause you pissed me off by telling him my number and you better not give him this one too!"

"Chill, I won't. I'm sorry."

"I know."

"Okay, not to interrupt a sappy moment in our lives, but Mari, you said you needed to talk to us."

"Yeah, it's about Nathan."

"What did he do now?"

"He's hot, right?"

"Lindsey!"

"Sorry, Marisol, but if you got to marry him, he should at least be hot."

"Yes, Lindsey, he's hot, but I think that's why we have this problem."

"What problem? Is he trying to get you to sleep with him?"

"No, but I think he's sleeping with someone else, or he will."

"What?" They yelled.

"Okay, ow!" She said and she explained the whole situation to them. (A/N: I would include what she tells them, but I find it highly repetitive and redundant. Also time-consuming, so I won't.)

"What are you going to do?" Lindsey asked.

"Nothing. I mean, what can I do? I have to marry Nathan regardless."

Ronnie agreed with her. "Yeah, there's nothing she can do, unless…"

"Unless what?"

"Unless you get revenge."

"Please, I know that and I know plenty of ways to do it. I could pull pranks or get with some guy, but I won't. I couldn't. Maybe the pranks stuff, but not seeing some other guy. I just, I want to know why this bothers me so much!"

Ronnie came up with something first. "Maybe it bothers you because you hate cheaters, but you have to marry him anyway."

"I got a theory." Lindsey said.

Ronnie gasped. "You know what a theory is!"

Marisol laughed and Lindsey yelled, "Shut up!"

"Yeah, Ronnie, let's hear her out and then tell her it's wrong."

"Marisol!"

"I'm kidding. You know I love your theories."

"Ha!" Lindsey exclaimed.

Ronnie scoffed. "Whatever. Just tell us."

"Okay, I think that it bothers you because you like him."

"But I just met him!"

"That doesn't matter. If you like him, you like him. That's why you care, Marisol, because you really like him."

"You think so?"

"Yeah."

Marisol was starting to get nervous. "Ronnie?"

"Well, that is a good explanation. Do you think you like him?"

"Well… I don't know. Lucas thinks I like Nathan too, which brings me to my next problem."

"What?" They asked, wondering what else could've happened. (A/N: Explanation - Marisol's been telling Ronnie about Tree Hill, who's been telling Lindsey, like a go-between.)