Rating: PG/PG 13 - For a bit of bad language. (Like, one or two curses at
the most, per chapter.) I don't really know the exact rating, but it's
definitely not R.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own One Tree Hill, or the lovely characters.
Comments?: Yes please! Read and review, and you will make my day! But please remember to keep it constructive. Why bother posting nasty comments?
Authors Note: For those of you who have previously read; I've added more FYE (for your entertainment.) So, read the whole thing again because some things were changed. I also changed the chapter titles, but they're still based on the same content. Hope you guys like it just as much as before!
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Peyton strolled down the hallway, angsty, as usual. She had tried to look her best today, but Nathan didn't care. He didn't care about her anymore.
Frowning, she eyed his picture in her locker as she dumped her overload of books into it, not caring if her carefully drawn sketches at the bottom of it were wrinkled in the process. She didn't seem to care about anything.
Even though she had dreamed of herself single again, ever since she discovered who Nathan really was, she longed for her life back. Sure, it was one big lie - something she was pretending to be - but it was what made her get through every single day of high school without being an outcast.
Nathan had different ideas, however. After Peyton and him had gone their separate ways, he developed a liking toward Haley, and if everything went according to plan, he would eventually fall in love with her.
Peyton had foolishly thought about getting back together with him, more than once in fact. But the more she thought about it, the stupider the idea the idea had sounded.
"Hey," Lucas said, as he leaned against the locker beside hers.
"What do you want?" she said grumpily, closing her bag shut.
"We need to talk," Lucas said.
"Look - I can't talk to you right now. I have to get to class. Can't be late for Ms. Finster." she said, trailing off. He nodded slowly and tried to make eye contact.
"Later." he said, as she walked away, with wet tears rolling down her cheeks.
During Ms. Finster's English class she did nothing but doodled. It was the one thing that could always cheer her up and also the one thing that could get her busted. Not in trouble, but the mere fact that Peyton's doodles were somewhat "violent looking" and would scare any innocent cheerleader who laid eyes on them. Art was Peyton's reality. Her escape.
Peyton had no idea that her notebook remained open as she laid her head on her desk and closed her eyes. It wasn't until an hour later when she awoke.
Stretching, she yawned and brought herself upright, to find not one person in the classroom. She had overslept, that meant she missed her next class.
"Damn!" she cursed shoving her books into her bag and running out of the classroom.
It wasn't until she realized that she had only missed lunch.
"Worst day ever." she muttered as she walked to the cafeteria.
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Lunch wasn't much better either. The food was bad - as usual - and Peyton could hardly concentrate on anything else except her notebook. She didn't even notice Lucas as he sat down in the chair next to her.
"Peyton," he said.
"Lucas," she said, still staring at her notebook lacking enthusiasm.
"Can we talk now?" he asked.
"Whatever. Look. I really don't have time to talk I'm busy," she lied.
"Oh. Because you have so much work to do," he said sarcastically, and grinned. He snatched a small notebook on top of some of a pile Peyton's textbooks, and Peyton rolled her eyes.
"Look - I just -" she paused. "I just don't want to talk to you anymore Lucas. You're really pissing me off."
"Me? Pissing you off? Why Peyton? Because you don't want to face the truth?"
Peyton paused, and looked up at him, "I'm just having a really bad day. That's all. Now I would appreciate it if you would give me back my notebook and leave."
Lucas stared blankly at her for a few moments, and started to get up. She looked down, and slowly began to open her notebook.
Walking, Lucas turned around, facing Peyton once more, "So you don't love me?" Lucas joked.
"No, Lucas. I am completely and outright in love with you," Peyton said sarcastically, still with her face in the notebook.
"Good. Then the feelings are mutual," he said, this time seriously, as he left the table.
She knew he was right. But something inside her made her abandon all her thoughts of the possible romance with Lucas. She still cared for Nathan.
Peyton leaned her forehead on her hands, and sighed.
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Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own One Tree Hill, or the lovely characters.
Comments?: Yes please! Read and review, and you will make my day! But please remember to keep it constructive. Why bother posting nasty comments?
Authors Note: For those of you who have previously read; I've added more FYE (for your entertainment.) So, read the whole thing again because some things were changed. I also changed the chapter titles, but they're still based on the same content. Hope you guys like it just as much as before!
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Peyton strolled down the hallway, angsty, as usual. She had tried to look her best today, but Nathan didn't care. He didn't care about her anymore.
Frowning, she eyed his picture in her locker as she dumped her overload of books into it, not caring if her carefully drawn sketches at the bottom of it were wrinkled in the process. She didn't seem to care about anything.
Even though she had dreamed of herself single again, ever since she discovered who Nathan really was, she longed for her life back. Sure, it was one big lie - something she was pretending to be - but it was what made her get through every single day of high school without being an outcast.
Nathan had different ideas, however. After Peyton and him had gone their separate ways, he developed a liking toward Haley, and if everything went according to plan, he would eventually fall in love with her.
Peyton had foolishly thought about getting back together with him, more than once in fact. But the more she thought about it, the stupider the idea the idea had sounded.
"Hey," Lucas said, as he leaned against the locker beside hers.
"What do you want?" she said grumpily, closing her bag shut.
"We need to talk," Lucas said.
"Look - I can't talk to you right now. I have to get to class. Can't be late for Ms. Finster." she said, trailing off. He nodded slowly and tried to make eye contact.
"Later." he said, as she walked away, with wet tears rolling down her cheeks.
During Ms. Finster's English class she did nothing but doodled. It was the one thing that could always cheer her up and also the one thing that could get her busted. Not in trouble, but the mere fact that Peyton's doodles were somewhat "violent looking" and would scare any innocent cheerleader who laid eyes on them. Art was Peyton's reality. Her escape.
Peyton had no idea that her notebook remained open as she laid her head on her desk and closed her eyes. It wasn't until an hour later when she awoke.
Stretching, she yawned and brought herself upright, to find not one person in the classroom. She had overslept, that meant she missed her next class.
"Damn!" she cursed shoving her books into her bag and running out of the classroom.
It wasn't until she realized that she had only missed lunch.
"Worst day ever." she muttered as she walked to the cafeteria.
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Lunch wasn't much better either. The food was bad - as usual - and Peyton could hardly concentrate on anything else except her notebook. She didn't even notice Lucas as he sat down in the chair next to her.
"Peyton," he said.
"Lucas," she said, still staring at her notebook lacking enthusiasm.
"Can we talk now?" he asked.
"Whatever. Look. I really don't have time to talk I'm busy," she lied.
"Oh. Because you have so much work to do," he said sarcastically, and grinned. He snatched a small notebook on top of some of a pile Peyton's textbooks, and Peyton rolled her eyes.
"Look - I just -" she paused. "I just don't want to talk to you anymore Lucas. You're really pissing me off."
"Me? Pissing you off? Why Peyton? Because you don't want to face the truth?"
Peyton paused, and looked up at him, "I'm just having a really bad day. That's all. Now I would appreciate it if you would give me back my notebook and leave."
Lucas stared blankly at her for a few moments, and started to get up. She looked down, and slowly began to open her notebook.
Walking, Lucas turned around, facing Peyton once more, "So you don't love me?" Lucas joked.
"No, Lucas. I am completely and outright in love with you," Peyton said sarcastically, still with her face in the notebook.
"Good. Then the feelings are mutual," he said, this time seriously, as he left the table.
She knew he was right. But something inside her made her abandon all her thoughts of the possible romance with Lucas. She still cared for Nathan.
Peyton leaned her forehead on her hands, and sighed.
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