Chapter Four
Chris' large brown eyes bore into Peyton's honeyed hazel ones as she lay on top of him, the memory of the condoms he asked for playing through her mind as she wondered if what he said was true. Chris couldn't believe how beautiful this girl was and wondered who would give her up. That guy was clearly either deaf, dumb or blind; maybe even all three. Who in their right mind would give her up? He then reached up to trace her light caramel cheek with a finger, noticing her breath hitch in her throat which brought another satisfied smile to his face. Then in one swift, calculated motion he brushed his lips against hers and they kissed. Peyton couldn't believe how fast the cocky and cranky musician was making her forget the broody blonde basketball player. As their lips softly touched she felt a shockwave run through her and knew he felt it too. Soon the kiss was deepened and as they pulled away, both panted one word, "Rad."
"What had you so upset earlier, Curly?" "What did you just call me?" Peyton arched an eyebrow at Chris, who answered simply, "Curly- I called you Curly. You do notice your hair don't you?" Peyton rolled her eyes and pulled on a blonde curl, examining it as she said, "No this is the first time I've noticed." Chris rolled his eyes and expertly mimicked Peyton's reaction, "No, this is the first I've noticed." She quickly shoved him in his shoulder and he asked again, "What had you so bent out of shape?" "Previously on Dawson's Creek," She remarked sardonically and softly, "Old boyfriend dates my best friend. I saw them laughing and being cute and couply and whatever. I don't know, it just hurt I guess." Chris thought about the high school brats he talked to earlier and wondered if they were the old boyfriend and the best friend.
"Is the dude tall with a shaved head and the girl smaller than him with auburnish hair?" "Yup, that's Lucas Scott and Brooke Davis. They told you I'd be here, huh?" "Yeah, they did. Why you don't let him talk to other guys either?" Chris teased. "No, I don't care if guys talk to him!" Peyton defends herself, "I also don't care who you talk to." "Besides it amuses me that you would actually talk to a girl that shops at Forever 21." Peyton said, referring to Brooke. Chris laughed, Curly did have a point with that one. Normally he wouldn't have talked to that Brooke brat for all the gold in China but it just came back to his fascination with the blonde high schooler in front of him. For some reason Peyton fascinated him; she was so different from her friend Brooke, they were polar opposites. She was the quintessential bitchy, pretty cheerleader type and Peyton seemed to be the girl that hung out on her own and was a loner, but it turned out the girls were best friends.
"I still want to know why you wanted to find me, you seem to cool for school and I'm still in school. So why did you wanna find me, Keller?" "You do look in the mirror every morning right?" "Yeah, so?" "So I'm a guy and you're a girl, a hot one too. Why wouldn't I want to find you?" Peyton blushed again, she seemed to be doing that a lot around him, something she never did with Lucas. She still noticed they were tangled in each other and quickly she sat up, drawing her knees up to her chest and she said, "Shouldn't you be rehearsing or something?" "You should sing tonight, goldilocks. Come on and sing, please." "I didn't know you begged or that the word please was in your vocabulary." "Normally I don't beg and I also don't use please either. But you've got serious talent and it would be a damn shame to waste it in a nothing town like this." "I'll think about it. I'll see you at the club tonight, Keller." With that Peyton climbed out of her sitting position and waived goodbye to Chris as she walked back to her house.