Nathan smiled as he got on to the bus in his warm ups, his bag swung over his shoulder. He walked by Lucas who was sitting next to Brooke, and nodded at him quickly. Lucas and he had actually become "friendly," which was pretty unbelievable considering the way they behaved towards eachother in the beginning of the year. And, he couldn't help but blame two people. Dan Scott and Peyton Sawyer, the one thing those two had in common, was the fact that both brothers fought for their affection. Speaking of Peyton Sawyer…
"Nathan!" Peyton shouted as she sat towards the back of the bus, in front of Tim and Theresa. Nathan grinned as he walked towards her seat, her blonde curls blowing in the wind she smiled at him, waving him over with her right hand, the other holding a huge plastic cup.
"What the hell is that?" Nathan asked as he plopped himself down next to her.
"A Big Slurp, or something like that. I don't know, Brooke had to stop at 7-11," Peyton stated as she sipped through the long straw.
"You want some?"
"What is it?" Nathan asked as he placed his bag on the floor.
"Um…Coke. I think.."
"I'll pass," Nathan laughed.
Peyton smiled as she shook her head, "Whatever. So, why was I invited to sit next to you tonight?"
Nathan smirked, "Because I know you're easy."
Peyton slapped his arm as she gasped, "Like I'd waste my time on your sorry ass. The tutor already has you whipped like a freakin' fifty five year old man."
Nathan turned his head slowly and unzippered his bag.
"Oh…I hit a nerve," Peyton said with a smile.
"You wish," Nathan said with a smile.
"Oh yeah. Because everyone knows I love to push your buttons," Peyton said with a complementary eye roll.
"You do," Nathan stated.
Peyton sighed dramatically, "You got me. I love to push your buttons. Fine."
Peyton sighed as she played with the straw, "Ugh. This isn't coming out."
"Take the lid off," Nathan said as he turned towards his right to speak to Vegas.
Peyton nodded as she took the lid off, and brought the cup to her lips.
The lights turned off and the bus jolted forward.
"Shit!" Peyton exclaimed, as the soda spilled all over her uniform.
Nathan's head turned immediately to see Peyton's body wet, and began to laugh.
"Nathan, this isn't funny. Brooke is going to kill me. She definitely told me to get Sprite," Peyton whined.
"Well, you should've listened," Nathan pointed out as he reached towards his bag, and grabbed a small white towel out of it.
Peyton took the towel gratefully and wiped off her arms and chest.
"This totally went down my shirt and soaked my bra," Peyton sighed.
Peyton turned around towards Theresa.
"Hey Theresa. Do you have an extra bra?" Peyton asked.
"Um. Yeah. Actually, I do. Didn't Brooke tell us to bring extra everything?" Theresa asked as she grabbed her bag.
"Yeah. I just didn't think I'd need an extra bra and I was so wrong."
Theresa nodded as Nathan watched curiously as she passed a padded, black bra to Peyton.
Peyton smiled as she took it, "Thank you so much. I'll wash it and give it to you on Monday."
Theresa shrugged, "Whatever. No prob."
Peyton smiled relieved, "Okay, Scott. Shield me from the rest of the bus."
Nathan's eyebrows raised, "You're changing on the bus?"
"And, let Brooke verbally rape me. I think not. I'm changing on the bus."
Peyton shrugged realizing it was dark, and the only person around who would watch her was Tim, who was already asleep.
Peyton slipped her cheerleading top off and threw it on her lap.
She sighed, realizing how wet her chest was. She turned towards Nathan and caught him staring at her, he turned away, incredibly embarrassed.
Peyton cocked an eyebrow and smirked, "I definitely didn't catch my ex-boyfriend staring at my boobs."
Nathan smiled as he turned towards her and his gaze moved from her eyes to her chest.
"Strike two, Scott."
Nathan smirked as he leaned in towards her, "…You grew."
Peyton smiled and gasped, "Nathan Scott!"
Nathan smirked, "Here. I'll help you. We don't want to steal Mouth's innocence."
Peyton laughed softly, feeling slightly uncomfortable as Nathan leaned in very close to her, and his body was only a couple inches away from hers.
His hands reached around her body and she felt his callous fingers against her bare back. She knew she should tell him to back away, that he was being too forward, but his touch alone made her melt.
He unclasped her bra and pushed it off her shoulders, and Peyton immediately grabbed Theresa's bra off of her lap and threw it over her chest, she bit her lip as she felt Nathan clasp it slowly. Peyton pushed him away and slipped her extra top over her body. She grabbed the cup and rolled her eyes, realizing it was all gone.
"You all good?" Nathan asked, as if what he did was no big deal.
Peyton nodded quickly, pretending the same, "Yeah. Uh..Thanks for your help."
Nathan smirked, "Any time."
And, Peyton couldn't help but look up at him and smile.
…
Peyton smiled as she walked on to the bus, and saw that the basketball players and some cheerleaders were on it already.
She walked over the many bags that laid in the aisle and gasped as she felt two strong hands grab her waist and pull her on to the seat next to her.
"Nathan!" Peyton said loudly.
Nathan smiled, "Hey babe."
"You totally scared the shit out of me," Peyton said, now calm.
Nathan laughed as he put her things on the floor, "Well, get over it."
Peyton rolled her eyes, and saw that Nathan had placed his hand on her thigh.
"Hey. What's up?" Peyton asked, hoping that they could talk.
Nathan smiled, "Nothing."
And, he leaned in and captured her lips in his, kissing her forcefully on the lips. Peyton moaned softly as she opened her mouth allowing him access for his tongue to slide in.
Peyton pulled away, gasping for breath, "I missed you."
Nathan moved towards her neck, "Yeah. Me too."
Peyton but put her hands on Nathan's face and pulled his head up, kissing him gently. Nathan smiled through the kiss, and slipped his hand under her shirt, pushing the right cup of her bra off of her breast. Peyton moaned softly, and pushed him away.
"What?" Nathan asked.
Peyton sighed softly, "Nathan, can we talk, please? I've been away for a competition for three days, and I was hoping we could talk for at least ten minutes."
Nathan sighed, "We are talking," and he leaned in to kiss her again.
"Nathan, I'm not your whore!" Peyton exclaimed softly, pulling his hand out from underneath her shirt.
Nathan rolled his eyes, "You know what, Peyton. Fine. Let's talk."
Peyton snarled, "About what? How you're pissed that you left your condoms at home?"
Nathan's jaw clenched, "Can you stop being such a bitch all the time?"
Peyton snarled, "Oh right, Nathan. Because you're not an asshole to me, right?"
Nathan sighed, "How bout' you go sit with Brooke, and you come over here when you're not being such a loser?"
"Well, Nathan, how about I don't come back over?"
"Fine. I'm sure someone else would love to come sit here who won't be such a prude."
Peyton rolled her eyes as she tied her hair back in to a ponytail, and reached for her jacket, before adjusting her top. She reached for her bag, but instead grabbed Nathan's arm who was reaching down for his own bag.
"I'm sorry, Peyton," Nathan said quietly.
Peyton ignored him as she searched through her bag for her iPod.
"Peyton, I mean it. I'm sorry. I'm just nervous about the game. Okay? My dad's been really hard on me, and I shouldn't take it out on you. I'm sorry…" Nathan said, his blue eyes locking with hers.
Peyton let a small smile slip, "Fine."
Nathan smiled as he brought his face closer to hers, "And, trust me. I know you're not a prude."
Whitey blew a whistle and the entire bus woke up and looked towards the front of the bus.
Whitey grinned, "We're here."
