Author's Notes: This chapter is really not that good, but R/R and tell me what you think. What should I improve on? Where do you think it should go? Well, Read On!
Chapter Two
Peyton just looked up at Lucas, reminiscing about their week sending her heart jumping.
"Maybe, maybe not. You don't consume all my thoughts, you know." She said, lying out her teeth. She didn't want him to know that he was all she thought about day in and day out. Also, he was way different than any guy she had ever went out with. Luke made her like herself. He made her think about things differently, and he made her care about everything, and not just think about herself. Especially about the topic of sex. Usually, every guy she went out with wanted her for that. But Luke was different, he respected her enough to wait on that.
"I don't think so, you have been in la-la land the whole time we have been talking. So what I am thinking is that you are daydreaming about me, or am I wrong?" He questioned, raising his eyebrows, challenging her. "Or, are you thinking about schoolwork. Cause we all know what a little bookworm you are, right?"
"You are such an ass!" Peyton jumped over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck, his hands coming down to wrap around her waist. "Maybe I was thinking about you. But only the first few minutes, though."
"Okay, you want me to believe that?"
"Since when did you turn into the all so arrogant Nathan?" She asked him, sort of expecting him to go off at her for comparing him to his crude brother.
"I don't know. Maybe we have more genes in common than I thought." He said, his eyes still glittering from the excitement he was getting from talking to Peyton.
"I guess. How about we ditch this place and have more fun?" She asked him, wanting to be anywhere but school at this moment.
"Well, I sort of need to be here…" He trailed off.
Peyton searched his eyes and then pouted her lips. "Pleease?" She dragged out the word, causing him to look at her and smile.
"Well, I guess so. One day isn't that bad, we just don't need to make it a habit." Lucas thought about where they could go to be alone. His house.
They headed to his car, holding hands the whole way. Lucas jumped in and started the car, while Peyton made herself comfortable in the seat.
"Where are we gonna go?" She asked, looking at Luke, and studying how his jaw kept clenching and unclenching like he was in deep thought.
"We can go to my house, my mom's not home. Or we could go somewhere else."
Peyton considered for a moment. They had been sorta seeing each other for about a month now, and she didn't know if he wanted her to say go to his house or not. "What are we gonna do?"
Lucas quietly thought as he tried to keep his eyes on the road. He glanced at Peyton, but wasn't prepared to see her looking longingly at him. His face started to blush, red creeping from his face to his neck.
"Well, we can find something to do, I think. What do you think, do you think we can keep ourselves from being bored?"
Peyton finally looked toward the road in front of her, pondering what he meant when he said that. Maybe they were ready. They really liked each other, but she really didn't want to hurt him. And she knew how she was, and she wasn't a very nice, caring girl. But he changed her when she was with him, and maybe it was a good thing to be with him. She just wanted to make sure he was ready.
"Sure, I think we're both pretty creative." She said, looking back to him, locking eyes with him, their love evident in both pairs of eyes.