Nathan walked up her staircase and in to her room.

He knocked on her door and stepped inside of her room.

Peyton stared at herself in the mirror, startled.

"Um..One second, Brooke. I just finished taking a shower. I'll be out in like…two minutes," Peyton said.

Peyton wrapped a towel around her body and stepped outside of the bathroom and towards the closet.

"So, I thought you were hanging with Lucas?" Peyton asked.

"Me? Hang with Lucas?" Nathan asked.

Peyton screamed and turned to Nathan her face expressing shock, "Holy shit, Nathan! What're you doing here?"

"Well, I came over here to see if you wanted to work out. I heard you guys had that competition and I thought it could be a way for me to apologize," Nathan said softly.

"Oh. And, the Nathan Scott apologies are headed my way. You know, I didn't miss those that much," Peyton said with a slight smile as she stepped in to her closet and shut the door.

Peyton stepped out of the closet in a pair of royal blue Soffe shorts, rolled over one or two times more than usual, and a white wife beater.

"Go Ravens," Peyton said blankly.

Nathan laughed as she walked towards her dresser to grab socks, and she turned to him with her hand on her hip.

"So are we going or are you going to keep fantasizing about me?" Peyton asked as she walked down the stairs.

"Well, it depends. What are you doing in my fantasy?" Nathan asked with a smirk.

Peyton turned around and smacked his arm, "Just shut up."

Nathan laughed, "So, what exactly do you miss? Besides the hot sex, I mean."

Peyton rolled her eyes, "And, the whole making out in your car during math?"

Brooke watched as Nathan pat the small kid on the shoulder and pushed him in the other direction.

"And, what is your two timing, son of a bitch boy friend planning now?" Brooke asked mildly.

"Like I care?" Peyton said softly.

"Hence, the booty baring outfit?" Brooke asked with a smile.

Peyton rolled her eyes, "Don't say that. Ever again. And, you bought this with me. It's just a skirt. "

Brooke shrugged, "Whatever. Let's go to class."

Peyton sighed as she followed Brooke to English.

"New semester. New classes. This should be fun!" Brooke exclaimed.

Peyton rolled her eyes as she walked through the door, "Just promise you'll sit next to me, and not ditch me for-"

"I don't see that as much of a problem, seeing that there is alphabetical seating," a tall man, with glasses and a distinguished mustache said as the two girls walked passed him.

"Gross," Brooke said.

"Number 21, Sawyer. What're you?" Peyton asked.

"5. Oh, guess what! Sawyer. Scott. Haha." Brooke laughed.

"Brooke. Oh shit," Peyton murmured as she found her seat.

Peyton sighed as she took her seat and pulled out her sketchbook, and she looked up when she heard someone get in to the seat next to her.

"You're not Nathan," Peyton said loudly.

"Good job," a tall, blonde boy said sarcastically.

Peyton nodded, "What's your last name?"

"…Scott.." he murmured.

"What?" Peyton asked startled.

"Lucas Scott."

Peyton's eyes widened, " Nate's gonna love this."

"He's in this class?"

Peyton smirked, " Oh. Yeah."

Peyton looked up and saw Nathan walking in with Tim with a sorrowful expression on his face, "And, the jackass has entered the building."

Lucas laughed softly, but avoided eye contact with either of them.

Nathan walked towards Peyton's desk and knealt on the side of her desk. He handed her a bouquet of yellow tulips.

Peyton sighed as she took them, "Can I help you?"

"I called you like forty times this weekend," Nathan said softly.

Peyton raised an eyebrow, "Theresa wasn't available?"

Nathan shook his head, "You know that's not what it was about. I thought you liked McCallahan, okay?"

Peyton snarled, "When he's with Brooke?"

Nathan sighed, "I'm sorry. I only did it because I was mad. Pey, we just danced. She means nothing, you know that! And, I looked for you all night. I just did it-"

"To make me jealous?" Peyton asked.

Nathan nodded sheepishly, "I'm sorry."

Peyton cocked her head to the side and sighed kissing him on the cheek sweetly.

"I love you," Nathan said quietly.

Peyton grinned, "I love you, too."

Brooke squealed as she watched the two, "Awwwww."

Peyton rolled her eyes before kissing him.

"Mr. Scott, mind taking a seat?" Mr. Winslow, their teacher, asked.

"Um. Yeah. Sorry," Nathan murmured.

" You're number 23. Take a seat," Mr. Winslow said.

"Like your jersey number, Nate!" Tim yelled, who was sitting behind Peyton.

Nathan walked towards his seat, and turned towards the boy next to him.

"Hey, man. What's up?" Nathan asked.

The boy shook his head, "Not much."

Nathan nodded, "What's your name?"

The blonde looked at him, "Lucas."

Nathan squinted, and opened his mouth to speak.

"Okay, everyone. Welcome to the wonderful world of algebra," Mr. Winslow said with a smile.