Peyton woke up from a great dream; she was back home on the first day of school and was walking into the familiar high school with her old friends, until the buzz of her freakishly loud alarm clock went off shattering her comforting sleep. Peyton groaned as she threw back the covers of her bed and walked into the bathroom and got into the shower. 15 minutes later she was putting on the finishing touches of her makeup. As Peyton gave herself a finishing look at her appearance in the mirror, she was surprised to see that she looked pretty damn good (sporting the outfit she wore in the season two group photo).
As Peyton pulled up to the high school she thanked God she found a parking spot close to the school, seeing she was wearing heels. Just as she went to park her vintage Mercury, a Mustang GT came out of nowhere and stole her spot.
"Fucking Asshole!" she yelled out her window as she soon realized she had to go searching for another spot in the jam packed parking lot, which would lead to her being late to her first class.
10 minutes later Peyton was walking into the school, giving herself numerous mental notes to NEVER wear heels again unless completely necessary. As Peyton entered the freshly waxed floor of the school she noticed that everyone was in class. Just f-ing perfect she thought, now I'll probably have to put up with some bitchy teacher about how tardiness is something they don't tolerate at this school. Just as Peyton suspected her first hour teacher Mrs.Greerer, some stuffy old bag that looked like she shared a college dorm room with Jesus, opened the door and gave her an unapproving look.
" Miss Sawyer", the teacher said strictly as she read her name off the attendance sheet and quickly looked back up at her, " I hope tardiness isn't something that I will be expecting from you, seeing it's your first day and you already have your first tardy".
As Peyton brushed past the woman and started down a row where she saw an open seat in the back, she replied, " Well as long as the jackass who owns the black Mustang plans on stealing my spot everyday then yes, tardiness will be a daily thing for me". Peyton walked by a group of guys on her way to her seat, who she could immediately assume were the popular jock guys of the school, and heard more than a couple whistles, " God damn, that new girl is HOT", "nice legs" and "hope she's not wearing underwear underneath that skirt". One of the guys of the group asked the others," Wait did she say black Mustang?" who was later identified than none other than Tim Smith.
"Yea, what about it Tim?" questioned a tall, sexy Nathan Scott.
"Hold up I think for once Tim might be getting at something", said a guy named Skills who was sitting in the seat next to him.
" Well we all know that Lucas drives a black mustang so that means Lucas was the one who took the new girl's parking spot, meaning that this might be one girl that Lucas won't be able to snag from us, seeing that she's already pissed at him"! The group busted into laughter as Tim sat there looking confused.
" Hey stop laughing, what's so funny?" demanded Tim whose order didn't seem like it was going far.
" Yea, like Lucas Scott couldn't get a girl, pshhh rights man, Lucas is only like the biggest player in our school', said Skills, who was another guy on the basketball team between laughs.
" Tim you definitely have to be the stupidest guy I know", laughed a brunette named Jake.
"Yea Tim, like Lucas won't get in her pants, I mean seriously you can't look at that new girl and tell me Lucas would pass some girl like THAT up, I mean come on, you don't see girls like that everyday, just look at her ", said Nathan. As he finished his little speech all of the guys looked over at Peyton and all, practically drooled on their desks.
"Man, I can't wait to tell Luke about her", said one of the guys.
" God, there's really no point in fantasying over her guys, she has Lucas's property written ALL over her", said Nathan.
" Yea but it's damn hard trying not to!" added Tim.
" I second that", said Nathan along with the rest of the guys.
Peyton couldn't help but over hear this as she sat slumped in her seat, hell, it was better than listening to her old bag of a teacher drag on about molecules. Curiosity was eating away at her and she couldn't help but wonder who Lucas Scott was, but one thing was for sure, whoever he was, he would definitely not get in her pants, and she would make sure of it.