Chapter 3: Casa Sawyer
As they were getting out of School, Peyton jumped in her car, started it and ran away from School as fast as she could, not before noticing her sister Haley getting into Tim's car. "Idiot" she mumbled.
Peyton arrived at her house, tired of an entire day putting up with idiot wanna-be's of all sorts at School. One would think they'd all have bought a clue already. But no, same old stories repeating theirselves, same old gossips going around, same old jokes and bets. Whatever.
She got into her house and she heard the noises in the kitchen. Her father was in the house. Larry could be unbearable sometimes. All those rules, all those annoying rules that could not help anything.
"Peyton is that you?" came a voice from the kitchen
"Yes, dad, I'm home" she sighed as she went to the kitchen "any mail for me?"
"On the table"
Peyton searched throughout the letter and found the one she'd been waiting for. She ripped it open anxiously, read what it had to say and started screaming "yes! Yes! Yes!"
Larry turned around to see what was going on "What is it?"
"I got in! I got in!" Peyton screamed happily. Larry took the letter
"NYU Art School? Isn't that a little far away?" he asked
"Well, yeah, duh. Out of Tree Hill at last" Peyton retorted
"But I thought you were going to UNC. Be a Tarheel like me" said Larry
"Dad, I really want to go to NYU"
"Peyton, hun, think about it, NY is not a safe city" started Larry while Haley entered the kitchen "I'd be too worried about your safety"
"I can take care of myself, thanks" retorted Peyton "and I suggest that you worry about Haley's safety instead of mine" she said
Haley stood still in her tracks while Larry looked at her "What is she talking about?"
"Nothing, daddy" Haley smiled tenderly
"Why don't you ask her who took her home?" Peyton stated while Haley shot her darted looks
"Who took you home?" Larry was starting to get a little nervous
"Oh, just this friend…" Haley tried to feign unimportance to the matter
"Yeah, right, a friend that goes by the name of Tim Smith, only the worst player of all Tree Hill" added Peyton while Haley felt like hitting her with the nearest cup available
"You let a boy drove you home?" yelled Larry "Have you any idea how dangerous that is? What might have happened to you?"
"Dad, Tim is a really great guy and he was just being a gentleman"
"Gentleman trying to get into your pants" said Larry "You know the rules…"
"We're not allowed to date until we graduate" Peyton and Haley recited at once
But Haley was not ready to let go "Dad, this is such a bad rule, and stupid. Everyone dates and nothing happens"
"Peyton does not date" said Larry
"Only because no one in his right mind would date her" mumbled Haley under her breath
Peyton gave her a darted look "Dating is overrated… I'm not interested in those wanna-be's at all" she smiled fakingly at Haley
"Dad, please…" started Haley and Larry's eyes started to bright
"Ok, new rule… you can date. When Peyton does"
Peyton let out a loud laugh when she saw Haley's face…
"I'm never dating" Haley sighed
Peyton patted her back "You, sister, you're not"
And she left the kitchen, postponing her fight about NYU for later.
Next chapter: Madonna Mia