Peyton comes back from summer break with a surprise. And that surprise has
decided to mix things up. Romance: P/L, N/H and Brooke is a surprise.
Author: Mickey (or Stokely)
Rating: R (for later)
Chapter: Two. Lucas and Peyton meet up. Lucas and Shane face off (sort of). Seeds of conspiracy are planted.
Disclaimer: I don't own One Tree Hill, WB does...damn them.
Musical Choices for this Chapter: Quicksand by Lillix Perfect World by The Weekend Why Can't I by Liz Phair
Rant (SPOILERS!!): Okay, you've all read the rumors. I know there are people out there that totally support the Lucas-Haley romantic thing. BUT COME ON! It's like men and women can't be JUST friends. They have to fool around or be in love. I have hot guy friends, and when I think about doing anything boyfriendish with them...EW! I hope WB is smart and steers clear of the Haley Lucas thing. Lucas needs her to be his friend (considering all the stupid jackassed things he does, he REALLY needs her as a friend). So anyone sane (or who has a best friend who is a guy) yell to the hill tops! NO LALEY PLEASE!
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Peyton's eyes opened blearily as she felt her skin burn. The hot sun's light, the remnants of summer, was dancing across her now only slightly tanned hip. She grumbled as she rolled over from the edge of the bed. She was in Shane's room, though Shane was not in bed anymore. The closet was open, and she could see that all of Shay's stuff was hung up and put away.
Peyton sat up and stretched her thin arms above her head, before looking over at the clock. Shit, it was eleven forty-five. Gorgeous, she was late on her first day of school...or hell, it was all basically the same thing. She threw the covers off of her legs and slid off the bed, walking into her room.
She came out five minutes later, dressed in a grey skirt with leather straps, an orange long sleeve light shirt, and black biker boots, twisting a curl around a finger as she tried to unknot a strand that had become tangled. She didn't feel like looking pretty today. What was the point?
She wandered toward the kitchen, still a little tired. She hadn't had nearly enough sleep. She'd laid awake for hours after she heard Shane fall into a deep sleep. She watched her little sister and felt something deep inside her begin to flare up again. Guilt. She wondered if either Nathan or Luke felt this way ever. Damn, only awake ten minutes and she was already thinking of Lucas.
As entered the kitchen, she saw her sister dancing around, singing to a ladle as if it were a microphone, listening to the radio, which wasn't blaring, surprisingly. She watched Shane from the doorway, shaking her boxer clad behind, and thought about how they looked alike, and yet different.
Shane was a tiny bit shorter than her, her nose didn't turn up at the end, and she was skinny. She used to be a bit overweight, but since their father had been lost at sea, she'd lost tons of weight. Over the holiday Peyton had tried to force feed her, but that hadn't worked out well. Her face was a bit more heart shaped. Otherwise, the coloring was the same. The attitude was close. No one would think twice about whether or not they were related.
Shane's hair was long and wavy (she'd probably washed it early that morning) and it swung as she continued dancing around the kitchen.
'Please stop that, I'd like to maintain a shred of respect from the neighbors.' Peyton said, though her smile betrayed how funny she thought the scene was. Shane turned and flashed her a smile.
'Yeah yeah, you know that I'm cool.' She said as she poured Peyton a glass of orange juice.
'Why didn't you wake me up?' Peyton asked seriously before gulping down half the cup. Shane shrugged as she sipped her own juice and leaned against the counter.
'You needed the rest. Besides, you had Classical Civ first, and I though you wouldn't care if you missed that.' She winked before she reached into the cupboard for a small bag of Fuzzy Peaches.
'My hero.' Peyton said before downing the rest of the juice. 'Nice choice for breakfast by the way.' Shane never ate real food. Doritos, Sour Patch Kids, Krispy Kremes. That was all she ate. And she never ate much of them, which often led to Peyton nagging her to eat, though Peyt herself barely ate anything at all.
'Can I borrow the car? I'm thinking of finding a job today.' She said as she popped two peaches into her mouth. Peyton cocked an eyebrow.
'You don't have your license.'
'Please, I've been driving since ninth grade, and believe me, I've had practice. I promise if I get a ticket, I'll pay it myself.' She said as she disappeared back down the hall, toward her room.
'Fine, but if you're arrested, I'm not going to spring you from prison.' She yelled after her, putting her glass in the sink. Just then the doorbell rang. Peyton turned around and walked toward the front, absentmindedly straightening her skirt as she grabbed the doorknob and opened it.
And there stood her worst nightmare in a blue tee-shirt and baggy jeans. Wearing his signature concerned look.
'Lucas.' She said, trying to sound nonchalant, though she failed miserably. 'What are you doing here?' She knew very well what he was doing there, but she didn't want to give him the benefit of knowing that she thought he cared about her too.
'You missed Classical Civ this morning.' He answer, pulling into /concerned friend/ mode. Peyton nodded trying to avoid his crystal blue eyes.
'Yeah, I slept in. Long drive back from New York State.' To state the obvious. But it hadn't helped her sleep to go on her emotional rollercoaster earlier that morning either, when she'd contemplated Shane, Tree Hill...and him.
'Oh.' He obviously hadn't thought about that, though even with this perfectly fine explanation, he still thought the root of the reason was himself. 'I see.'
'Aren't you skipping class? On your first day?' she asked, folding her arms over her chest. He was; calculus to be precise.
'Uh yeah...' He raked a hand through his spiky blonde hair, now feeling really dumb for freaking out just because Peyton hadn't been there for her first class.
He'd come to school, eager to see her, to reconcile, or at least try. Before the break, she'd continued ignoring him. Or even more painfully, talking to him but more like a distant stranger would if they were trying making small talk to pass an uncomfortable silence. He thought that maybe after a nice relaxing summer, away from him, she might find that she could forgive him.
He had walked down the hall with Haley and Nathan, who had his arm slung casually over her shoulder, toward the classroom for first period. Hales and Nathan had Law Studies and Nathan was groaning about how he must really love Haley to be doing this for her, and how he hoped this meant he'd be getting lucky for it (she had smacked him for that comment, beating Lucas to the punch), when Brooke sauntered down the hall, casually asking them if they'd seen Peyton.
Luke spent the entire class, staring at the board, not thinking of Roman architecture or about the coliseums, but whether or not Peyton was okay. Or even worse, what if she hadn't come because she was still mad at him?
Now he stood in front of her, and he felt not only dumb, but vulnerable. This gesture showed that he was still aching to be with her. He wanted to play it cool, keep the pressure off of her so maybe they could be friends...then tackle something more. So much for that plan.
'Uh, thanks for checking though.' Peyton threw in, sensing how much Lucas felt like a dumbass right now. Sure she was still a little mad at him. But last night she had reasoned that if no one ever forgave (though she'd never forget) then she and Brooke wouldn't be friends again. And Peyton didn't want to be a hypocrite.
'No problem.' He said, and the air became tense between them. Each hoped the other would break the silence, but as it turned out, neither had to.
'Okay Peyt, I'm ready, let's get your ass to school.' Shane rounded the corner, stuffing a twenty into the back pocket of her favorite ripped-to- shit sand blasted jeans. She looked up and saw Peyton standing next to a good looking guy she'd never seen before. 'Hi.' She said looking from on to the other.
The guy stared at her, finding her as shocking as she'd found him.
'Hi.' He offered back, though he was frowning. He looked down at Peyton who was giving Shane her 'get-the-hell-out-of-here-now!' look. Shane however, didn't seem to get that message. That or she ignored it.
'I'm Shane.' She said walking forward, standing next to Peyton. Luke blinked and looked from Shane, to Peyton and back again.
'Um, I'm Luke.' He said stuffing his hands in his pockets. Then Shane's expression changed.
'Luke. You're Luke? You're Luke. This is Luke?' She turned to Peyton, who by now looked as though she wanted to turn around and repeatedly bang her head against the doorframe. Instead she nodded, plastering a smile across her face. 'Oh...' Shane said a look of dawning crossing her face. She looked back at Lucas. 'Could you excuse us a second?' Before he could answer she slammed the door closed.
'What are you doing?' Peyton asked.
'What the hell are you doing?' Shane asked, the two sisters facing each other. 'I thought you were playing the avoid card for the next little while!'
'Well, I think maybe holding a grudge this long is kind of childish. I thought maybe we should give being friends another go.' Peyton said realistically, placing her hands on her hips.
'Oh really? And when did you decide this?' Shane asked with a raised eyebrow. Peyton paused a moment.
'Just now.'
'Peyton!'
'Come on! Look, I can understand some people carrying a grudge for longer than four months...but we weren't even really dating. And we were just friends. And ... he's a guy!' Peyton said slapping her hand against the door as if to prove her point.
'Your big defense is that he was born with the XY chromosome?' Shane asked, totally not buying it.
'You say that like its not plausible.' Peyton said mirroring Shane by crossing her arms in front of her chest.
'No, you're defending him because he's gorgeous and he's probably a good fuck as well. But come on Peyton, he screwed around with that Nikki bitch. And he was with Brooke. From what you're told me he's a little too overly friendly with anything wearing a skirt.'
'He's changed.'
'Really?'
'Really.'
'Really?'
'Yes for the love of-' Peyton let out a frustrated sigh. 'Shay, hon, I love you, but you are way to annoying for your own good.'
'How exactly do you know he's changed? You've been gone to New York for three months...remember? I was there.' Shane was frowning and gritting her teeth, trying to understand what Peyton was doing.
'Brooke phoned. She told me about how he hasn't been with anyone since I left.' Peyton smiled at this, her cheeks blushing, her eyes becoming dreamy. 'He told every girl that tried anything with him that he was waiting for someone. Me, to be exact.' Shay rolled her eyes.
'Someone get me a Graval. I think I'm gonna hurl.' Peyton glared at her. 'Peyton, you can't-'
'Watch me.' With that Peyton gently pushed Shane aside and opened the door, giving Shane a warning glare. Lucas turned back around at the sound of the door opening.
'Sorry about that, she has...problems.' Peyton stepped over the threshold and pulled the door closed. Lucas smiled and shook his head.
'It's okay. Is she a cousin or something like that? You look a bit alike.' He said placing his hands back into his pockets. Peyton smiled.
'Something like that. It's complicated.' She said shrugging, as all the old feelings rushed back to her in seconds. She felt the air change, from one of tense past relationships, to one of playful flirting and lingering eyes.
'Maybe you could tell me about it on the way to school. If you need a ride.' He motioned to his car, giving a little bow. 'The chariot awaits.' Peyton tried to keep her smile down, but couldn't quite manage.
'That'd be good. Just a second.' She knocked twice on the door, not breaking eye contact with Lucas. The door opened.
'Yes, may I help you?' Shane asked leaning against the door, looking slightly peeved.
'My keys are on the kitchen counter. If I find any dents in that car, I'll murder you in your sleep.' Peyton said casually. Shane smiled.
'Charming.' She said pulling at the edge of her frayed white tank top that read "Be Sexy, it doesn't mean you have to have sex". Lucas felt a smile creep onto his face. He wondered if Peyton had told this Shane girl that she'd slept with him. Somehow, this Shane girl wasn't really giving off the impression she was totally innocent either.
'It was nice sort of meeting you.' Lucas said, with a smile. Shane blinked. Oh hell yeah, he was sexy. No wonder Peyton had so much trouble getting over him. However Shane didn't blush or flinch, but gave her own smile.
'Yeah...' Suddenly something in her head clicked and her smile grew, which tipped Peyton off that she had to get Lucas out of there NOW. But too late... 'You know, I was thinking that I should get to know Peyton's friends better by having a sort of get together... like dinner or something on Friday.' Shane flashed Peyton a pearly smile that wasn't at all meant as a sign of happiness. 'You should come. Haley and Nathan and Brooke too.'
'You know them?' he said, glancing at Peyton from the corner of his eye. And from what he saw he knew that she had had no idea about this 'little get together'.
'Well, only what Peyt has told me. I'd love to actually get to meet all of you though. Properly.' She tilted her head slightly, giving him her signature 'you-HAVE-to-do-what-I-ask' look. Peyton's eyes narrowed. 'If it wouldn't be too much trouble.' She added.
'No, no that would be great.' Apparently Lucas was not immune to that look, and he'd fallen right into whatever trap she was setting. 'We better get going, I think that I'm already in for an ass kicking from my calculus teacher.'
'Alright I'll be right there.' She said smiling at his as he turned and jogged over to his car. Peyton's smile disappeared as she whipped around to face a grinning Shane.
'He seems nice.' Shay said cocking her head to the side.
'I don't know what you're up to, but if I don't like it, you are so dead.'
'What is up with you and death threats?' Shane asked innocently. 'Go to school. Have fun. I'll pick you up at three, because there's a new CSI on tonight and we have to get supplies.' She was eluding to chips, candy, milk shakes. Anything that would add twenty pounds to their tiny frames. However Peyton nodded and walked down the stairs to Lucas' car, and climbed into the passenger seat.
They pulled out of the driveway, watching Shane wave at them from the door.
'She seems nice.' Luke said, and Peyton couldn't hold back the laugh that erupted from her throat.
'Wait till you meet her on Friday.' She said waving back at her sister. 'Then we'll see what you think of her.'
Author: Mickey (or Stokely)
Rating: R (for later)
Chapter: Two. Lucas and Peyton meet up. Lucas and Shane face off (sort of). Seeds of conspiracy are planted.
Disclaimer: I don't own One Tree Hill, WB does...damn them.
Musical Choices for this Chapter: Quicksand by Lillix Perfect World by The Weekend Why Can't I by Liz Phair
Rant (SPOILERS!!): Okay, you've all read the rumors. I know there are people out there that totally support the Lucas-Haley romantic thing. BUT COME ON! It's like men and women can't be JUST friends. They have to fool around or be in love. I have hot guy friends, and when I think about doing anything boyfriendish with them...EW! I hope WB is smart and steers clear of the Haley Lucas thing. Lucas needs her to be his friend (considering all the stupid jackassed things he does, he REALLY needs her as a friend). So anyone sane (or who has a best friend who is a guy) yell to the hill tops! NO LALEY PLEASE!
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Peyton's eyes opened blearily as she felt her skin burn. The hot sun's light, the remnants of summer, was dancing across her now only slightly tanned hip. She grumbled as she rolled over from the edge of the bed. She was in Shane's room, though Shane was not in bed anymore. The closet was open, and she could see that all of Shay's stuff was hung up and put away.
Peyton sat up and stretched her thin arms above her head, before looking over at the clock. Shit, it was eleven forty-five. Gorgeous, she was late on her first day of school...or hell, it was all basically the same thing. She threw the covers off of her legs and slid off the bed, walking into her room.
She came out five minutes later, dressed in a grey skirt with leather straps, an orange long sleeve light shirt, and black biker boots, twisting a curl around a finger as she tried to unknot a strand that had become tangled. She didn't feel like looking pretty today. What was the point?
She wandered toward the kitchen, still a little tired. She hadn't had nearly enough sleep. She'd laid awake for hours after she heard Shane fall into a deep sleep. She watched her little sister and felt something deep inside her begin to flare up again. Guilt. She wondered if either Nathan or Luke felt this way ever. Damn, only awake ten minutes and she was already thinking of Lucas.
As entered the kitchen, she saw her sister dancing around, singing to a ladle as if it were a microphone, listening to the radio, which wasn't blaring, surprisingly. She watched Shane from the doorway, shaking her boxer clad behind, and thought about how they looked alike, and yet different.
Shane was a tiny bit shorter than her, her nose didn't turn up at the end, and she was skinny. She used to be a bit overweight, but since their father had been lost at sea, she'd lost tons of weight. Over the holiday Peyton had tried to force feed her, but that hadn't worked out well. Her face was a bit more heart shaped. Otherwise, the coloring was the same. The attitude was close. No one would think twice about whether or not they were related.
Shane's hair was long and wavy (she'd probably washed it early that morning) and it swung as she continued dancing around the kitchen.
'Please stop that, I'd like to maintain a shred of respect from the neighbors.' Peyton said, though her smile betrayed how funny she thought the scene was. Shane turned and flashed her a smile.
'Yeah yeah, you know that I'm cool.' She said as she poured Peyton a glass of orange juice.
'Why didn't you wake me up?' Peyton asked seriously before gulping down half the cup. Shane shrugged as she sipped her own juice and leaned against the counter.
'You needed the rest. Besides, you had Classical Civ first, and I though you wouldn't care if you missed that.' She winked before she reached into the cupboard for a small bag of Fuzzy Peaches.
'My hero.' Peyton said before downing the rest of the juice. 'Nice choice for breakfast by the way.' Shane never ate real food. Doritos, Sour Patch Kids, Krispy Kremes. That was all she ate. And she never ate much of them, which often led to Peyton nagging her to eat, though Peyt herself barely ate anything at all.
'Can I borrow the car? I'm thinking of finding a job today.' She said as she popped two peaches into her mouth. Peyton cocked an eyebrow.
'You don't have your license.'
'Please, I've been driving since ninth grade, and believe me, I've had practice. I promise if I get a ticket, I'll pay it myself.' She said as she disappeared back down the hall, toward her room.
'Fine, but if you're arrested, I'm not going to spring you from prison.' She yelled after her, putting her glass in the sink. Just then the doorbell rang. Peyton turned around and walked toward the front, absentmindedly straightening her skirt as she grabbed the doorknob and opened it.
And there stood her worst nightmare in a blue tee-shirt and baggy jeans. Wearing his signature concerned look.
'Lucas.' She said, trying to sound nonchalant, though she failed miserably. 'What are you doing here?' She knew very well what he was doing there, but she didn't want to give him the benefit of knowing that she thought he cared about her too.
'You missed Classical Civ this morning.' He answer, pulling into /concerned friend/ mode. Peyton nodded trying to avoid his crystal blue eyes.
'Yeah, I slept in. Long drive back from New York State.' To state the obvious. But it hadn't helped her sleep to go on her emotional rollercoaster earlier that morning either, when she'd contemplated Shane, Tree Hill...and him.
'Oh.' He obviously hadn't thought about that, though even with this perfectly fine explanation, he still thought the root of the reason was himself. 'I see.'
'Aren't you skipping class? On your first day?' she asked, folding her arms over her chest. He was; calculus to be precise.
'Uh yeah...' He raked a hand through his spiky blonde hair, now feeling really dumb for freaking out just because Peyton hadn't been there for her first class.
He'd come to school, eager to see her, to reconcile, or at least try. Before the break, she'd continued ignoring him. Or even more painfully, talking to him but more like a distant stranger would if they were trying making small talk to pass an uncomfortable silence. He thought that maybe after a nice relaxing summer, away from him, she might find that she could forgive him.
He had walked down the hall with Haley and Nathan, who had his arm slung casually over her shoulder, toward the classroom for first period. Hales and Nathan had Law Studies and Nathan was groaning about how he must really love Haley to be doing this for her, and how he hoped this meant he'd be getting lucky for it (she had smacked him for that comment, beating Lucas to the punch), when Brooke sauntered down the hall, casually asking them if they'd seen Peyton.
Luke spent the entire class, staring at the board, not thinking of Roman architecture or about the coliseums, but whether or not Peyton was okay. Or even worse, what if she hadn't come because she was still mad at him?
Now he stood in front of her, and he felt not only dumb, but vulnerable. This gesture showed that he was still aching to be with her. He wanted to play it cool, keep the pressure off of her so maybe they could be friends...then tackle something more. So much for that plan.
'Uh, thanks for checking though.' Peyton threw in, sensing how much Lucas felt like a dumbass right now. Sure she was still a little mad at him. But last night she had reasoned that if no one ever forgave (though she'd never forget) then she and Brooke wouldn't be friends again. And Peyton didn't want to be a hypocrite.
'No problem.' He said, and the air became tense between them. Each hoped the other would break the silence, but as it turned out, neither had to.
'Okay Peyt, I'm ready, let's get your ass to school.' Shane rounded the corner, stuffing a twenty into the back pocket of her favorite ripped-to- shit sand blasted jeans. She looked up and saw Peyton standing next to a good looking guy she'd never seen before. 'Hi.' She said looking from on to the other.
The guy stared at her, finding her as shocking as she'd found him.
'Hi.' He offered back, though he was frowning. He looked down at Peyton who was giving Shane her 'get-the-hell-out-of-here-now!' look. Shane however, didn't seem to get that message. That or she ignored it.
'I'm Shane.' She said walking forward, standing next to Peyton. Luke blinked and looked from Shane, to Peyton and back again.
'Um, I'm Luke.' He said stuffing his hands in his pockets. Then Shane's expression changed.
'Luke. You're Luke? You're Luke. This is Luke?' She turned to Peyton, who by now looked as though she wanted to turn around and repeatedly bang her head against the doorframe. Instead she nodded, plastering a smile across her face. 'Oh...' Shane said a look of dawning crossing her face. She looked back at Lucas. 'Could you excuse us a second?' Before he could answer she slammed the door closed.
'What are you doing?' Peyton asked.
'What the hell are you doing?' Shane asked, the two sisters facing each other. 'I thought you were playing the avoid card for the next little while!'
'Well, I think maybe holding a grudge this long is kind of childish. I thought maybe we should give being friends another go.' Peyton said realistically, placing her hands on her hips.
'Oh really? And when did you decide this?' Shane asked with a raised eyebrow. Peyton paused a moment.
'Just now.'
'Peyton!'
'Come on! Look, I can understand some people carrying a grudge for longer than four months...but we weren't even really dating. And we were just friends. And ... he's a guy!' Peyton said slapping her hand against the door as if to prove her point.
'Your big defense is that he was born with the XY chromosome?' Shane asked, totally not buying it.
'You say that like its not plausible.' Peyton said mirroring Shane by crossing her arms in front of her chest.
'No, you're defending him because he's gorgeous and he's probably a good fuck as well. But come on Peyton, he screwed around with that Nikki bitch. And he was with Brooke. From what you're told me he's a little too overly friendly with anything wearing a skirt.'
'He's changed.'
'Really?'
'Really.'
'Really?'
'Yes for the love of-' Peyton let out a frustrated sigh. 'Shay, hon, I love you, but you are way to annoying for your own good.'
'How exactly do you know he's changed? You've been gone to New York for three months...remember? I was there.' Shane was frowning and gritting her teeth, trying to understand what Peyton was doing.
'Brooke phoned. She told me about how he hasn't been with anyone since I left.' Peyton smiled at this, her cheeks blushing, her eyes becoming dreamy. 'He told every girl that tried anything with him that he was waiting for someone. Me, to be exact.' Shay rolled her eyes.
'Someone get me a Graval. I think I'm gonna hurl.' Peyton glared at her. 'Peyton, you can't-'
'Watch me.' With that Peyton gently pushed Shane aside and opened the door, giving Shane a warning glare. Lucas turned back around at the sound of the door opening.
'Sorry about that, she has...problems.' Peyton stepped over the threshold and pulled the door closed. Lucas smiled and shook his head.
'It's okay. Is she a cousin or something like that? You look a bit alike.' He said placing his hands back into his pockets. Peyton smiled.
'Something like that. It's complicated.' She said shrugging, as all the old feelings rushed back to her in seconds. She felt the air change, from one of tense past relationships, to one of playful flirting and lingering eyes.
'Maybe you could tell me about it on the way to school. If you need a ride.' He motioned to his car, giving a little bow. 'The chariot awaits.' Peyton tried to keep her smile down, but couldn't quite manage.
'That'd be good. Just a second.' She knocked twice on the door, not breaking eye contact with Lucas. The door opened.
'Yes, may I help you?' Shane asked leaning against the door, looking slightly peeved.
'My keys are on the kitchen counter. If I find any dents in that car, I'll murder you in your sleep.' Peyton said casually. Shane smiled.
'Charming.' She said pulling at the edge of her frayed white tank top that read "Be Sexy, it doesn't mean you have to have sex". Lucas felt a smile creep onto his face. He wondered if Peyton had told this Shane girl that she'd slept with him. Somehow, this Shane girl wasn't really giving off the impression she was totally innocent either.
'It was nice sort of meeting you.' Lucas said, with a smile. Shane blinked. Oh hell yeah, he was sexy. No wonder Peyton had so much trouble getting over him. However Shane didn't blush or flinch, but gave her own smile.
'Yeah...' Suddenly something in her head clicked and her smile grew, which tipped Peyton off that she had to get Lucas out of there NOW. But too late... 'You know, I was thinking that I should get to know Peyton's friends better by having a sort of get together... like dinner or something on Friday.' Shane flashed Peyton a pearly smile that wasn't at all meant as a sign of happiness. 'You should come. Haley and Nathan and Brooke too.'
'You know them?' he said, glancing at Peyton from the corner of his eye. And from what he saw he knew that she had had no idea about this 'little get together'.
'Well, only what Peyt has told me. I'd love to actually get to meet all of you though. Properly.' She tilted her head slightly, giving him her signature 'you-HAVE-to-do-what-I-ask' look. Peyton's eyes narrowed. 'If it wouldn't be too much trouble.' She added.
'No, no that would be great.' Apparently Lucas was not immune to that look, and he'd fallen right into whatever trap she was setting. 'We better get going, I think that I'm already in for an ass kicking from my calculus teacher.'
'Alright I'll be right there.' She said smiling at his as he turned and jogged over to his car. Peyton's smile disappeared as she whipped around to face a grinning Shane.
'He seems nice.' Shay said cocking her head to the side.
'I don't know what you're up to, but if I don't like it, you are so dead.'
'What is up with you and death threats?' Shane asked innocently. 'Go to school. Have fun. I'll pick you up at three, because there's a new CSI on tonight and we have to get supplies.' She was eluding to chips, candy, milk shakes. Anything that would add twenty pounds to their tiny frames. However Peyton nodded and walked down the stairs to Lucas' car, and climbed into the passenger seat.
They pulled out of the driveway, watching Shane wave at them from the door.
'She seems nice.' Luke said, and Peyton couldn't hold back the laugh that erupted from her throat.
'Wait till you meet her on Friday.' She said waving back at her sister. 'Then we'll see what you think of her.'