Authors note: Anything in Italics is a flashback scene.
Everyone sat there not knowing what to say. They all had secrets, big ones. Some that could ruin friendships, some that could ruin relationships, some that could ruin reputations.
"Come on you guys, its not like any of them could be that bad." Brooke said, knowing in her heart that she had a secret of her own. One that she had been carrying with her for almost two years. "Why don't we start to my left, which would be Peyton."
Peyton looked down at the floor, she didn't want to have to answer. She kept replaying the moment in her head.
"Here's your shot kid. What do you say?" Rick said as he pushed some coke next to her. Peyton snorted a little of it. Just barely enough to get a buzz
"Now, theres only one more thing you need to do."
"What's that? Peyton asked
"Sleep with me."
"What?"
"Peyton, here's your chance. You sleep with me and it's a done deal. If you don't, its back to trying to sneak into clubs with a fake ID.
"Peyton, hello?" Haley said, trying to wake Peyton up from her day dream.
"Uh, yeah" Peyton answered. She took a sip of beer as a sort of bracer. "are we really gone do this, I mean all tell our secrets."
"Peyton…"Lucas said noticing Peyton's tone. "What's up?"
"OK, um remember a couple of years ago when we first opened TRIC and I needed Rick to get artist to play at the club?"
Everyone nodded. They all remembered.
"Well, Rick didn't agree to work the club just because of my resume or his belief in the Club."
"Is this about the cocaine? Peyton, we knew that" Brooke said
"Uh, there's kinda more to it than that. I sorta had to do something other that Coke to get him to agree."
Everyone slowly began to realize what she was talking about.
"Peyton" Haley said quietly "did you…?"
Peyton just nodded her head, tears were filling up her eyes.
"I just thought that if I could make the club successful, then I would be happy. That's all I wanted. I just wanted to be happy."
Brooke and Haley both left the arms of their guys, to give her a hug.
"Its OK P .Sawyer. Its all in the past. You were pisssed and high and scared and lonely."
"Yeah" was the only answer Peyton could come up with. "So" she said trying to laugh through her tears. "Who's the next victim?"
