"Well it was, um, nice meeting you. Peyton I thin that right now would be an appropriate time to put on a shirt." Haley let out a nervous laugh, turned around and walked to Peyton's room as soon as possible.

"Ha, I've only known her for a day and I already love that girl." Peyton said to Nathan as she laughed out loud.

"Um, out of curiosity, I- did she- did you make her come in here with out a-" Nathan rambled

"Ya." Peyton shrugged as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "Oh, we're heading over to Tric. You wanna come?" Peyton asked as she flipped through some picture of them when on his dresser.

"Pey, you are aware to the fact that its Monday right." Asking as if she was crazy.

"That was a mighty big sentence for that jock." Peyton mocked in her best baby voice. And at that moment she wondered what happened to the grade a bitch she was know to be. Nathan brought out something in her that no one else did. And she liked that. "Anyways," trying to change the subject when she saw a scowl sent her way from Nathan. "are you coming?"

"What the hell…but I'm driving."

"No! that means that your going to put your crap music on for the whole ten minute ride!" wow that didn't sound like to was supposed to.

"Oh, but you want to listen to bands like, Academy Is, Garbage, and Dashboard Confessionals. Those say a lot for your music!" they were once again entwined in their famous 'your music is crap' fight that happened at least twice a week.

"Oh but lil' Jon and Tupac are great!" Peyton said as she took a step forward, as if asking him to challenge her. But she was interrupted by the sound of slamming door. Peyton looked out into the hall and saw a frantic Haley running down the stairs. Nathan looked as well, and like clock work five seconds later they looked at each other and together ran down the stairs and out the door. They could see Haley booking down the street, under the street lamps. Running as fast as her short, and incredibly un muscular legs would take her.

Peyton jumped into Nathan's car and waited for him, to her it looked like he was sad and almost disappointed. Holy crap! Nathan liked her! Nathan Scott, the man-whore likes Haley James the supposed tutor! She rolled down the window-

"What the hell are you waiting for? Move your ass!" Peyton's yelling took Nathan out of his memorized state. And in a flash he was starting his car and staring the ignition.

In les that ten seconds they were driving next to a panting Haley.

"Haley! What happened? Come on, come back to the house. We're Sorry!" Peyton pleaded with her friend. She didn't want Haley out in the dark now.

"No, No its not you. It's Ja- can you just drive me home?" Haley asked still running.

"Ya come on get it." Peyton said as she jumped into the back and opened the door. Both girls were in the back now and Haley couldn't help herself from crying, she tried biting her lip to control herself. She hardly succeeded. And Peyton's attempts at comforting weren't helping to say the least, and she was just crying even more.

What the fuck is wrong with me? I don't know this girl at all, and I I can't stop worrying about her. God! I mean Peyton calls me a man whore for a reason……not that I'm proud of it or anything but- What ever just focus on the road, the back street and the yellow lines. Damn it, where the hell am I going?

"Um Peyton, where does this chick live?" He said as nicely as possible.

"Nate what the hell is wrong with you! You don't call a girl a chic when she's crying her eyes out! God you're so –" Peyton was interrupted from her rant by Haley putting her hand on Peyton's mouth.

"Peyton, I have only known you for one day, and I really do like you but could you please shut up?" Haley deadpanned as she buried her face in hare hands wondering what she would say when she saw him. God I missed him so much.