All the commotion had died down from the recent fight that happened during lunch. Everyone was in third period and the day seemed to be going at a normal pace. Jill however was still shaken. She wanted to leave school and almost did but she turned back when she remembered she should at least go to all her classes. It was the first day and being the principal's daughter, skipping would just not be good on her part. It wasn't because it was expected of her for she hardly did that, but because she knew that she was smarter than that. She wasn't going to let her anger get the best of her. She sat in the corner of the class, hoping to dodge people who witnessed her back at lunch. She had Art now and it sort of calmed her down a bit. Art was her escape from the world and all the issues it brought with it. The Art teacher was explaining his criteria for the critiques they'd be completing after each project.

Jill tried to listen in order to block what she was thinking but it didn't seem to help.

"You look puzzled? Art isn't so bad and he's a great teacher," the girl beside her informed. She was laid back and seemed friendly enough.

"Oh umm no it's not that."

"It's about the fight you had at lunch huh?"

"Umm yeah, it is. You saw it?"

"Girl the whole school saw it with you yelling like a mad woman," she smiled as she said it.

"Yeah I'm so sorry I was just so mad, I-I..."

"Don't worry about it, you don't you have to apologize. Vegas is a bastard, he deserved what he got."

"I take it you know him really well?"

The girl laughed, "Yeah umm pretty well actually. I went to elementary school with him. Oh umm I'm Peyton by the way," introducing herself.

"I'm Jill."

"You gave everyone a show back there, it was actually hilarious...not at your expense though."

"I blew up when I saw him. I wanted to ring in his scrawny ball player neck."

"Easy girl, you don't like ball players all that well do you?"

"Well Vegas is a ball player and his mentality is all I need to conclude that they pretty much suck."

Peyton laughed, "Yeah sometimes, but there are some who are actually pretty good guys."

"I don't know," she thought about Nathan.

"Well enough depression for a day. So you're new here, right?"

"Yeah, I just moved here a day ago. I don't really know anyone here which is pretty intimidating."

"Really?"

"Yeah, well I did meet one guy but umm..."

"But umm what?"

"He's probably like all the ballers so it doesn't really matter anyway. He came to see if I was okay but I was so mad I punked him off."

"Wow, What's his name?"

"Nathan."

"Nathan? Like as in Nathan Scott?"

"Yup, Nathan Scott, Tree Hill High's most valuable player. You know him?"

"Know him? I dated him."

"You did?"

"Yeah that was awhile ago, but don't worry about Nathan he's not like that. Well I mean he's not like that anymore."

"Yeah he told me about it, him being different than he was before but I just can't trust guys nowadays, look where it's gotten me?"

"I know but don't be angry at him because he's on the basketball team, well more like the captain but like I said not all guys are like that. I don't mean to sound preachy seeing as I just met you but I'm just saying."

"I know, I guess I'm just scared," Jill was laying her head on the desk. She was tired from what happened and what she realized. Peyton was right. She shouldn't have exploded on Nathan, he was just trying to help her and she let her anger take over. She wouldn't be surprised if he ignored her from now on, she'd ignore herself if she could.

"Thanks Peyton."

"No problem, anytime."

Both girls smiled and continued talking to one another throughout the rest of art class.