Oh, how he hated her. Peyton Sawyer. Her name was poison to his lips. What in the hell kind of name was Peyton anyways?
Lucas took a drag of his cigarette has he looked at the blonde concubine. He could feel the contempt radiating from himself to her. He watched her smile at his clueless "brother," Nathan.
The privileged idiot, he thought to himself. While Nathan was fed with the silver spoon, Lucas spent his childhood in an orphanage--his mother, Karen, died during childbirth. It wasn't until Lucas reached 18 did he find out the origin of his bloodline…who his "family' was. Granted, he had nothing but the worst of intentions for Nathan, under the guise of a smile. Even still, leave it to Goldilocks to blow his cover.
Anger rising still…
He would never forgive her for pretending to befriend him…allowing him to let his guard down and let loose his secrets. Only for the bitch to turn around and tell Nathan that all he wanted was money.
He shook his head and took another deep drag of his Marlboro Reds.
Even as disdain flowed through his veins as he stared daggers at Peyton, for the briefest of moments…a moment so fleeting that not even Lucas registered it, he thought she looked beautiful. But no, he was not ready for that yet…not just yet.
Peyton could feel his eyes on her. Her jaw tightened. She flicked her eyes towards him, letting him know she was aware of his sickening presence. Words couldn't describe the loathing she felt when she looked at that sorry excuse for a human being--a deceitful, ungrateful bastard. She made sure to look at him from head to toe in a manner of disgust. Yes, she thought, know how much I hate you. She turned away then, her attention back to Nathan. She hugged him as he dribbled his ball, talking to his friend Tim. She was so glad that someone as sad as Lucas didn't destroy her or Nathan. A cold draft swept up her spine just then, the smallest feeling of sadness, but she ignored it. She was happy. Oh so happy…