Peyton smiled as she saw a picture laying in front o her on the floor. It was a classroom and a teacher in the front of the room was writing on the board: P. Sawyer. B. Davis. N. Scott. T. Smith. Peyton laughed as she remembered that day fondly.

First day of ninth grade at Tree Hill High.

Peyton and Brooke walked side by side as they walked down the C-Hall. Peyton looked at every door, looking for the number C-243. She had been there with Brook first period and already forgot where it was.

Peyton agitatedly, "Brooke, you could help me look for it. "

Brooke smirked," Well...I'm not the one who got us here."

Peyton turned to her best friend and smirked," I'm not the one who got us 20 minutes late to class.."

Brooke laughed, " I'm not the one who was flirting with her math teacher.."

Peyton laughed as the girls continued to walk down the hallway. "I wasn't flirting with him..I was just..kissing his ass. "

Brooke giggled and clapped her hands together," Oooh. Pey. Look. Two hundred and thirty four. Who found it? Um..I did."

Peyton stared at the brunette with her mouth slightly open, " Don't talk to me, Brooke."

Brooke smiled as she walked through the door with her lime green backpack slung over one shoulder.

Brooke walked over to the teacher, "Mrs. Lawler. Hey! You know, I'm here with my friend Peyton, and I don't understand why."

Miss. Lawler looked up from her newspaper, "You girls came half an hour late to class."

Brooke looked at Peyton for support, who simply took a seat in the back.

Brooke softly, "Yeah. I think I got it. Thanks."

Brooke rolled her eyes as she made her way to the back.

Brooke, " Grouch."

Peyton smiled," Well..You were definitely trying to pull a Brooke Davis."

Brooke shrugged as she rummaged through her backpack, " Pey. I found the best nail polish….Wait. One minute. I so put it in the outer pocket."

Peyton shook her head as she opened up her Biology textbook. She heard an incredibly obnoxious voice coming from the hallway and couldn't help but wonder who owned it.

"Dude. Room 234..its not that hard."

"Nate. Come on. We have basketball tryouts. How are we supposed to make the team?"

"Calm down, Tim. I'll just get my dad to call. It'll be alright."

Miss. Lawler stood in her seat and walked towards the door.

Miss Lawler loudly, "Ah..Mr. Scott. And, Mr. Smith. Meet Miss. Sawyer and Miss. Davis. "

Brooke grinned widely at Peyton who simply shook her head.

A tall boy walked through the door along with a much shorter one.

They were both attractive, but the taller boy was simply gorgeous. Deep blue eyes and hair the color of a raven.

Miss. Lawler's voice filled the room again, "Detention on the first day is never a good thing, guys. But, neither is being late or cutting class. Sit down and find something to occupy yourselves, boys."

Tim smiled as he laid eyes on the two girls sitting in the back, he nodded at Nathan who was also eying the two.

Tim softly, "They can occupy me for as long as they want. "

Nathan laughed as he walked towards the girls.

Brooke smiled at the two and held her hand out to Nathan.

Brooke slowly, " Brooke Davis."

Nathan smiled as he took her hand, "Nathan Scott. And, he's Tim."

Tim looked at Brooke, " Tim Smith, baby. But, you can call me T-"

Nathan rolled his eyes, " You can call him Tim."

Tim, "And, what's your name, Blondie?"

Peyton looked up from her book and found Nathan Scott staring right at her, their eyes locked for a while, and his smile turned to a slight smirk. She looked away and towards Tim.

Peyton, "Peyton."

Tim smiled, "Well, nice to meet you, Peyton. Nate and I are very glad to meet both of you fine ladies."

Brooke smiled at him. He was adorable and cute in an odd way.

Brooke, " Well…Peyton being the loser she is, is going to do her homework. I on the other hand say we make this loserfest something slightly more enjoyable."

"I on the other hand, say you do your homework, Miss. Davis. I need two of you to run down to the supply room and make copies. Um..Mr. Scott, pick someone to accompany you."

Nathan looked at the three of them, both Tim and Brooke looked at him eagerly. Tim probably assumed that he was going to go with him, and Brooke was seductively grinning at him.

Nathan smiled, "Peyton."

Peyton looked up slightly alarmed, she began rubbing her bare shoulder. Her navy blue beater was something she wouldn't of worn unless Brooke was over, and somehow she had convinced Peyton to wear it. The khaki pleated, extremely short mini skirt flapped as she walked towards the door and Nathan followed, checking out her lanky body. She grabbed the papers and began walking towards the door. He stopped her by grabbing on to her hand and she turned around quickly.

Peyton stared at him slightly uncomfortably, "Can I help you?"

Nathan held on to her hand a little more firmly and began walking at the same pace.

Nathan smirked, " You were running away from me."

Peyton smiled at him as he continued to hold her hand as they walked to the copy room and back from it.

An hour later Peyton walked out of C-234 and stopped in her tracks when she heard a deep, masculine voice calling her name.

"Peyton!"

Peyton turned around to see Nathan running towards her, "Yeah?"

"You need a ride?" Nathan asked her.

She shook her head explaining that she was going home with Brooke. Nathan nodded and kissed her cheek softly before turning around and she smiled to herself. And, she simply couldn't stop smiling.