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Peyton sat on her bed, stunned. Brooke was lying. Brooke HAD to be lying. Nathan would NEVER have sex with her. He always liked a challenge. That was one of the reasons he had never slept with Brooke in the past. She was too damn easy.
Peyton jumped off of her bed, tears rolling down her cheeks." I have to talk to him." Was all she said before running down the stairs and out her front door.
Once she arrived at Nathan's house, Peyton took a deep breath. She attempted to dry her eyes. It was of no use. They were already red and puffy.
Composing herself, she walked towards the house and rang the doorbell. Answering the door was Deb Scott, Nathan's mother.
"Hey, Peyton!" Deb said in a cheerful tone.
Peyton tried to smile, but it came out as a dry sob. "Can I talk to Nathan? Is he here?"
Deb sent her son's girlfriend a reassuring smile before ushering her inside. "He's in his room."
Peyton greatfully nodded her head before ascending the stairs. Her hands shaking, tears rolling down her cheeks, she opened the bedroom door that she had been to so many times before.
What she saw startled her. It wasn't 'big shot' Nathan Scott.
There he was. In a wife beater and basketball shorts, laying on his bed tossing a ball in his hand.
Hearing his bedroom door open, Nathan looked up.
Peyton tried to smile through her tears, but didn't succeed. Anger took over her body.
"You had sex with her, didn't you?" Peyton asked him, eerily calm.
Nathan sat up. He looked around the room, searching for a place to stare at. Anywhere but at her. Nathan settled on the dresser. It was then that he nodded his head 'yes'.
Peyton let out another sob. "How could you,Nathan? She's my BEST friend!"
Suddenly, Nathan became angry. Standing up, he stalked over to her. "And Lucas is..WAS..MY best friend. Fuck, Peyton. He was my BROTHER."
Peyton shook her head at him. "You arrogant son of a bitch. So what? You give what you get? Is that how it is now? If so,just tell me so I can go find Lucas and have sex with him...cuz we DIDN'T before...EVER."
Nathan shook his head, laughing. "You expect me to believe you? Every word out of your mouth has been a LIE."
Peyton narrowed her eyes at him. "I haven't lied to you about a thing. NOT A DAMN THING, NATHAN! You on the other hand are still MARRIED. I'm pretty sure you've had TWO affairs now. Congrats! I'm sure Haley would LOOOVE that one."
Nathan put on a cocky smile. "You didn't seem to be complaining when it was us. Then again, you were probably getting a little something on the sidde from Big Brother."
Peyton pushed him hard. "You are such a fucking asshole!"
Nathan laughed. "And you're a slut."
Peyton threw her hands up in the air. "I am NOT a slut, Nathan. Fuck you!"
Nathan automatically shot back with a "Fuck you!"
Peyton laughed sarcastically. "Oh,I already did. It wasn't anything to brag about, Nate."
Not even God knows who made the first move, but somehow, these two ended up in a full on lip lock. Picking her up, Nathan threw his wife beater to the floor. Peyton threw off her own top as she feverishly kissed him.
Once they reached the bed, Peyton went to unzip her pants. "I hate you." She whispered as she kissed up and down his stomach.
Nathan nodded his head. "I hate you too, Peyt." Nathan leaned himself up to capture her lips in his.
That was the end of their talking. The had angry, fierce makeup sex. Minus the makeup. Who knows if it really SOLVED anything,
but it made both of them feel a lot better.