Chapter 10-'Please' and 'Thank-You'

A/N-wow! thanks for the reviews guys! im taking them all in and im glad ur reading and liking my fan fic :)

The next day at school Nathan was walking down the hallway with his hands behind his backpack straps wearing his Celtics sweatshirt. He was looking down at his feet as he walked contemplating on whether Peyton would forgive him or not. If things went as always, she would forgive him and later that night they would 'make up-. But Nathan was really hoping she'd forgive him this time so his feelings for Haley would just disappear.

Nathan turned the corner and looked up and spotted Peyton at her locker. He let out a slight sigh to himself. He walked his way toward her just as Peyton looked up from her binder. Peyton let out a quiet sigh to herself and looked back down at her binder as she tried to ignore Nathan. Nathan walked up to her and placed his hand on the top of her locker door.

'Can we talk?' Nathan asked raising his eyebrows slightly

Peyton looked up at him and tilted her head slightly as if waiting for him to speak again.

'Look' Nathan said letting out a slight sigh. 'Im sorry about Friday night.'

'Nathan...You're always sorry and its getting really old.' Peyton said giving him an annoyed look.

'But I really am...I didn't mean to call you a bitch'

Peyton looked at him slightly for a few moments and then let out yet another sigh.

'Please Peyton...' Nathan said playing with his fingers 'Please..' he said again scrunching up his forehead slightly.

Peyton looked at him even more and shook her head slightly as she looked back down at her binder 'okay...' she mumbled.

'Okay? Does that mean we're cool?' Nathan asked nodding his head slightly.

'Yeah...we're cool' Peyton said raising her eyesbrows slightly as she keeps looking down at her binder.

'Alright Ill see you tonight at my house around 7' Nathan said as he put his hand on her shoulder and then walked back down the hall.

Peyton looked up and watched him walk away and let out another sigh. It was always the same thing with him. But this time, this is the last chance he's going to get.

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Tim was walking down the hallway, his eyes with bags underneath them and his t-shirt all wrinkled. He didnt get much sleep the night before on the count of his parents yelling and slamming doors till 3 o'clock in the morning. And Tim was out of beer and vodka so he couldnt make himself pass out. He loved making himself pass out because then he wouldnt have to listen to his parents and fighting and screaming. He let out a tired sigh as he kept walking down the hall until he looked up and spotted Brooke walking toward him. He dug his hands in his pockets and took a few more steps until he was standing right in front of Brooke.

Brooke took her hand and flung her long dark hair over her shoulder as she spotted Tim in front of her, not looking too good.

'Tim...' Brooke said in a soft, srt of worried tone.

'Hi Brooke' Tim said in a tired worn out tone.

'Whats Up?'

'I just wanted to say thank-you'

Brooke pressed her lips together as she thought to herself wondering what he was speaking about.

'You know...for Friday night.' TIm said looking at her with a genuine look.

Brooke nodded as she pointed her finger at him suddenly remembering what went on Friday night at the party.

'Not a problem Tim'

'No really, thank-you' Tim said once again.

'Its no problem...I didnt want you to embaress yourself in front of Bevin and Theresa'

'Yeah' Tim nodded slowly 'I tend to do that...' he said with a sigh.

'Well don't worry...I won't let you embaress yourself ever again' Brooke said with that bright smile of hers.

Tim smiled at this, someone actually cared about him and he was so grateful for that.

A/N-so i didnt like this chapter too much..didnt really come out the way i wanted...What do you think?
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