Disclaimer: Don't own nething.
Peyton sat in her room, attempting to draw. Nothing was coming to mind. All summer she had this inspiration to draw such wonderful things. Now it was gone. The inspiration was in the form of Nathan Scott.
Frustrated, Peyton threw the piece of paper across the room. Hearing a squeel, Peyton looked up.
Peyton had accidentally hit her best friend, Brooke Davis with the crumpled up piece of paper. 'Bulls eye' Peyton thought,
before putting on a fake sympathetic look. "Sorry."
Brooke shrugged it off before jumping on Peyton's bed. "Guess who I had sex with last night?"
Peyton was tired of these games. "Brooke, there's like..nobody left."
Brooke playfully hit her. "Come on, P. Sawyer...Guuuueesssss." Brooke said, dragging out the word.
Peyton rolled her eyes. "Fine. I think the only person you HAVEN'T had sex with so far is... Whitey."
Brooke crumpled up her face. "Ew. No...But..He is preeetttyyy good looking for an..'older man'." Brooke said the last part using her hands to make air quotes.
Peyton had to laugh. "Dude, there is seriously something wrong with you. I give up. Who did you have sex with last night?"
An evil smile appeared on Brooke's face. "Nathan."
Before Peyton had a moment to react, Brooke spoke again.
"You never told me he was so damn good in bed. I would have lured him in a looong time ago." Brooke finished with her signiture smirk.
Peyton was silent. Whe she spoke, her voice was shaky. "You had sex with Nathan. Nathan Scott. Last night?" Peyton asked her best friend, attempting to put together the pieces.
Brooke shook her head 'yes'. " I think this means we're an official item now. Lucky me!" Brooke said as she jumped off her best friend's bed and out the door.
Peyton was left alone with her thoughts.