Hey. This chapter gets a little darker and graphic at the end. Just a warning. READ, REVIEW, and REQUEST!

XOXO Jules

Chapter 3: "All your life you were only waiting for this moment to arise"

Peyton Sawyer woke up to the sound of birds chirping as loud as anything and the cicadas making what ever annoying sound that they made. She knew that she really should be going to school, … but just… no…

She woke up well after two o' clock and headed to the park. She wanted to be alone more than anything. She walked along a deserted path in the park. She pulled a cigarette out of her pocket. She had started smoking back in the sixth grade after her grandmother had died. She did it through middle school, kicked it in ninth grade, and picked it back up her sophomore year. Something about it calmed her. Brooke swore that if she ever caught her doing it again she would make her use the nicotine patch which made absolutely no sense seeing how Brooke smoked as much, if not more that she did. People could be such hypocrites.

"Peyton Sawyer." A voice said coming from behind her. She turned around to see a guy that she didn't recognize. He was tall, his hair died black… he was wearing big baggy pants and a black tank top. His arms were lined with tattoos, he had his tounge, lip, ears, eyebrow, and god know what else pierced .

"Who are you?" She asked stepping away from the guy.

"Jaggar." He said extending a hand that Peyton did not take. "Jaggar Jigalski."

"Jakes brother… you look so… different." Peyton said taking his hand.

"Well it has been two years. Tree Hill, class of 2002 baby." He said

"I never even thought that you knew who I was." Peyton said

"I did. Trust me, I know you. Probably more than you think." He said crossing his arms in a cocky manner.

"How is that?" Peyton said challenging him by crossing her arms over her chest as well.

"jagged-edge." Jaggar said.

Peyton immediately recognized the name. She talked to him on the website all of the time. God she told him practically everything about herself… this was just awkward…

"Darker than you think (drkrthnuthnk)." Peyton responded. "How did you know it was me?"

"You had the same name on your web cam."

"How did you know about my web cam." Peyton said eyes nearly popping out of her head.

"I saw my little bro looking at it. I stood behind him for awhile watching you. Who could resist a hot blonde. Anyway, later when I was on one of well… my types of sites I saw the same name again. So I decided was going to find out the truth behind the former cheerleader." Jaggar explained

"Well did you get enough?" Peyton said walking away. She flinched as Jaggar grabbed her wrist.

"What do you do when your friends grab you there? When they don't even realize you wince in pain… They don't care do they? They don't know what you need? I do Peyton. See, you and me, we aren't like them."

His words hit her like a knife…

"So what. We're two tortured souls. What are we supposed to do about it?" Peyton asked swinging around to find herself less than an inch from Jaggar's face.

"I'll let you know. See you in an hour at your place." He said leaving the stunned 17 year old girl on the path.

Jaggar walked into his house and swung his backpack on the ground.

"What's up little bro."

Jake rolled his eyes. He knew that his brother was up to something.

"Where are you headed?" Jake asked when his brother headed back out again minutes later.

"To get some ass." He said tossing a back over his back.

Jake rolled his eyes. He felt sorry for the poor girls that his brother played, but there was nothing he could do. Little did he know the next one would be Peyton.

Jaggar knocked on Peyton's door. Nobody answered. He tested the door to find it open. He let himself in.

He found Peyton's room easily. The door was cracked. You could see Peyton sitting on her bed, a small pool of blood on her thighs.

"Hey baby." Jaggar said pushing the door open.

"What the hell are you doing here." She asked not even bothering to hide what she had done to herself.

"I came to see you." He said sitting on the bed behind her, running his hands through her hair, beginning to kiss her neck.

He pulled both of her wrists from where they were resting at her sides. He gently ran his hands over the scars there. Peyton noticed that he himself had many cuts on his wrists, some fresh, some not… He slowly traced the scars on her wrists, and the slowly bent down and kissed them. Maybe this is the one person who know me, Peyton thought. And so she gave into him.

"You're beautiful…" He said.

That was all that Peyton needed to hear. She turned around and captured her lips with his own. Jaggar pushed her down on the bed, pinning her down with her hands above her head. His muscular body held her down when she tried to resist as he removed their clothing.

"Ssshhh… it will be okay." He whispered in her ear as she clenched her eyes shut. The look of pain in her face only tuned him on more. The only guy that she had ever been with was Nathan Scott.

Afterwards their sweaty bodies melded together. Jaggar picked up a razor that he found on the floor.

"May I?" He asked turning Peyton over.

Peyton nodded and clasped her eyes together as he began to carve a small heart right above her pelvic bone, and one right above his to match.

He kissed her again.

"I love you." He said rubbing his hands tracing circles over her belly.

Peyton would learn a difficult lesson about letting people in. Telling them your every dream… weakness…