BY THE WAY. THIS FANFIC IS TAKING PLACE DURING THE LATTER PART OF SEASON 1.

Haley sat on the couch watching TV as she heard a door open and laughter entered the apartment.

"Dude, you were a total beast," Tim exclaimed as he closed the door shut.

Nathan laughed as he set the keys on the counter and saw Haley on the sofa.

"Hey Hales," Nathan said.

"Tim, I need to speak to Nathan. Alone," Haley said quietly.

"Um..Yeah, whatever. Nathan you should call me about tomorrow night," Tim said before leaving Nathan's apartment.

Nathan joined Haley on the sofa and grabbed the bag of chips off of the table, " What's up?"

"So, I talked to Peyton today," Haley said.

"Okay…" Nathan said as he grabbed the remote off of the couch.

"And, I asked her about your favorite present," Haley said, still looking at the TV.

Nathan froze momentarily, and looked down at Haley who was staring straight forward. Damn, he thought.

"…Okay.." Nathan said quietly.

"And, she said she couldn't tell me," Haley said, now looking at him.

Nathan continued to watch TV and grabbed a handful of chips.

"Why, Nathan? Why couldn't she?" Haley said sadly.

Nathan turned to her, now slightly annoyed, "She just couldn't, okay? Why the hell do you care so much?"

Haley glared at him as she stood up, " I'm sorry that I care so much, Nathan. I guess it just bothers me that you could tell Peyton something like this, and you couldn't tell me…I mean, you love me, right?"

Nathan sniggered, "Yeah. Okay. So, what?"

Haley blinked back tears, "So, then why would you tell Peyton?"

Nathan now stood up, " So, you don't think I loved Peyton?"

Haley laughed, " No. I don't. If you did, you wouldn't of treated her like crap, Nathan."

"You don't know anything about the way I treated her!"

" Fine, Nathan! You obviously loved her enough for her to fall for your brother!"

"I'm out of here," Nathan mumbled as he walked towards the door.

" Nathan! Wait! Come back!" Haley yelled.

But, it was too late. He already left.

Peyton sighed as she looked at herself on the computer. Her webcam was staring right at her and she couldn't help but wonder why she had it. And, for a little bit she couldn't remember. She smirked, Nathan got it for her for Christmas, the first year they were together. He said he gave it to her because when he wasn't with her, he wanted to see her naked. But, she knew he bought it because he liked to watch her. Or, she hoped he bought it because he liked to watch her.

She turned around as she heard a knock on the door.

"Nathan?" Peyton asked curiously.

" Um, yeah. Sorry, I was driving around," Nathan lied.

Peyton shook her head smiling, " No. Its cool. Actually, I was thinking about you two seconds ago."

" Are you wet?" Nathan said smirking.

Peyton laughed as she took the book sitting on her desk and threw it in his direction.

"Well, I was thinking about my webcam."

Nathan laughed, " I wonder if anyone besides me watches it."

"Oh. So you still watch, huh?" Peyton said with a small smile.

Nathan avoided her face as he blushed slightly, " I wonder if anyone ever saw us-Never mind."

Peyton smiled, " Ever saw us having sex? Or, ever saw us fighting?"

Nathan sighed, "Was that all it was to you?"

Peyton looked up slightly alarmed, " What?"

"If you asked me that before, I may have said yes. But, now that I look back at it, we used to be good, Peyton. We…we used to have fun."

Peyton nodded as she walked towards him on the bed and sat down next to him, crossing her legs on her yellow comforter, sitting Indian style.

"We did," Peyton said softly.

" I uh..came here to thank you,"

" For what?" Peyton said as she furrowed her eyebrows.

Nathan smiled as he shook his head, " Still doing the eyebrow thing?"

Peyton smiled, " You used to like it."

"Who said I still don't?" Nathan asked grinning.

Peyton stared at him and then looked away, " So..why'd you come over?"

Nathan cleared his throat, realizing that he just made a complete fool of himself, " To thank you. For not answering Haley's question."

Peyton looked at him again and nodded, " Yeah. I um..didn't think it was my place."

Nathan nodded, " It really was though."

" What was?" Peyton asked.

Nathan leaned in and whispered in her ear, " The best gift I ever got."

Peyton looked in to his sapphire blue eyes and sighed as he leaned down to kiss her softly on the lips. She felt his hand slip under her neck and she couldn't help but succumb to his kiss. He leaned back on to the bed and let his body fall on to her long, but lean frame. He ran his hands down her sides and kissed her harder when he realized she was beginning to pull away.

He then slipped his hands underneath the waist band of her jeans and felt a push against his chest as Peyton rolled off the bed from underneath his body.

Peyton rubbed her lips together as he watched her, " I can't believe you just did that."

" Peyton, its okay. Haley and I aren't-" Nathan tried explaining.

" Haley and you aren't what, Nathan? Haley and you aren't having sex so you thought it was okay to come get some ass from me and then run back to your perfect, little nun?" Peyton asked incredibly furious.

"Peyton! It's not like that!" Nathan yelled.

" Just get the hell out of here," Peyton said softly.

Nathan stood up and wrapped his strong arms around her waist but she pushed him away harder.

" Just get the hell out, Nathan!" Peyton said angrily.

Nathan sighed before walking out of her bedroom and out of her house, and Peyton fell on to her bed crying.

Peyton laughed as she talked on the phone with Theresa and Brooke.

"So, get your ass over here, P. Sawyer!" Brooke yelled happily.

"I can't, Brooke. Nathan's coming over," Peyton said.

"Isn't he out? Like partying?" Theresa asked in a catty tone.

"He went out with the guys," Peyton said incredibly annoyed.

"Sounds like he's cheating on you," Theresa said, happiness evident in her voice.

"Bitch! Theresa, shut up! Peyt, we're leaving! I'll call you tomorrow morning. Wake up call, at 7?" Brooke said.

"More like noon, Brooke," Peyton said smiling.

" Seven it is! Wait, what are you wearing right now?" Brooke asked.

"Peyton?" Nathan called up the stairs as the front door opened.


"I'm upstairs, Nate!" Peyton yelled throughout her room.

"That's my cue, huh? Okay, later, P." Brooke said before hanging up the phone.

Peyton turned around in her computer chair to see Nathan standing by the door, looking gorgeous in his letterman jacket and a black pair of baggy sweatpants.

"What's up, baby?" Nathan asked as he sat on the edge of Peyton's bed.

Peyton stood up and walked over to Nathan, still in her cheerleading uniform and stood infront of him.

"Oh, I've only waited at home for you, for two hours," Peyton said while smiling.

Nathan laughed, "Well, I can make it up, now, right?"

He grabbed her waist and pulled her on to his lap, and immediately began to kiss her neck.

"Nate," Peyton giggled. He knew exactly what spot to kiss that would drive her crazy. Her sweet spot.

Nathan relaxed on to the bed, pulling Peyton along with him. He eventually rolled over, so he was ontop, and kissed Peyton's lips hard. He opened his mouth and slipped his tongue inside her hers; Peyton grimaced slightly. She really wasn't up for this right now and attempted pulling away. She felt his hands slip under her skirt and begin playing with the black thong she was wearing.

"Nathan, stop," Peyton said softly.

Yet, Nathan ignored her.

"Nathan! Seriously, stop!" Peyton said a little louder.

Yet, he had now pulled the thong off of her body and had inserted his index and middle finger inside of her.

"Peyton…Calm down," Nathan said as he kissed her neck.

"How much did you drink tonight!" Peyton questioned as she struggled to pull away from his body.

"More than usual," Nathan said as he slipped his other hand up her shirt.

"NATHAN!" Peyton said, as tears began to fall down her face.

Peyton slapped him hard across the face, leaving a red imprint on his right cheek. She gasped slightly and covered her mouth with her hand.

Nathan immediately leapt off of her.

"Bitch," he muttered.

Peyton sat up quickly, and wiped the tears away with the back of her hand.

"Nathan. Are you-" Peyton began to say.

Nathan shook his head angrily, as he held his cheek, "No. No. It's cool. I get it. So, us having sex was only a one night thing, right? Just for my birthday. Just a birthday present."

Peyton bit her lip as she felt many more, hot tears fall down her flawless cheeks.

" Just get out," Peyton said calmly.

And, Nathan obeyed walking out of the room and slamming the front door shut. Leaving Peyton to cry herself to sleep.

Nathan held his cell phone to his ear as he searched the halls for the gorgeous, curly-haired blonde who hadn't returned his phone calls all weekend.

"Peyton. I've called you all weekend. I'm sorry, okay? I'm so sorry. Just...call me back." Nathan said softly in to his phone.

Nathan looked over the immense amount of heads and began jogging down the hall, and then grabbing a thin arm.

"Brooke? Have you talked to Peyton recently?" Nathan asked her softly.

"Yeah. But, about what? The whole...you raping my best friend part of her Friday night? Or, you yelling at her for not having sex with you part of her Friday night?" Brooke said angrily.

Nathan said softly, convincing himself more so than Brooke, "I didn't rape her."

"Oh. No, of course not. But, you came close, right? She said no, goddamnit! What the hell is wrong with you? How many times did she have to tell you to stop, and did you listen once?" Brooke asked, the look on her face could only be described as pure disgust.

Nathan scratched his neck nervously as he began to look down the hall, "Well, do you know where she is?"

"Don't go near her. Don't talk to her. And, do not touch her. And, just so you know, you could go to jail for what you did. I hope you're proud of yourself," Brooke said before walking away from him.

Nathan sighed as he walked towards her locker and saw her unloading her books, he adjusted his backpack straps and began to walk towards her.

"Hey," Nathan said softly.

Peyton looked at him and rolled her eyes subtly before looking back in to her locker.

Nathan walked closer to her until he was leaning against the locker next to hers.

"I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry, Pey. I mean it, okay?" Nathan whispered.

Peyton shook her head as she snarled, "Sorry for what? Sexually or verbally abusing me?"

Nathan closed his eyes slowly and sighed, "Both, okay? I-I shouldn't have touched you like that if you didn't want, and I should have never said those things to you. I was so fucking drunk."

"And you drove to my house?" Peyton asked, still not looking at him.

Nathan stared at her before shoving his hands in his hoodie

pocket.

Peyton laughed cynically, "Oh, right. You thought you'd be staying the night. I forgot. Sorry."

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Just forgive me, okay?" Nathan pleaded, his voice genuine and his eyes soft.

Peyton closed her locker door and looked at him, restraining herself from losing herself in his deep, blue eyes.

"Fine. You're forgiven. But, just remember every time you touch me, it'll never feel the same. Ever again," Peyton said with a slight smirk as she left Nathan alone.