Nates POV
Staring across the hallway at Peyton I have to fight the urge not to run and hold her. The past week i've noticed she was looking pale, and always rubbing her temples, and taking off to the bathroom alot. I also noticed she's taken to wearing sweats alot, and even though I won't tell anyone, i'm pretty happy to see that the ones she has on today are my old ones I used to keep at her place when we were dating.
Damn Lucas Scott to hell. I know things weren't great with Peyton and I but they were starting to get better. We were working on our problems.
If only I could get her back..
Hell i'd even quit basketball for her.
All of a sudden I heard a bang and everyone in shock, I looked back over to see that Peyton had collapsed and at I didn't care that Haley was at my side or she was my girlfriend. Peyton Sawyer was the love of my life. I ran over to her, picking her up and cradling her in my arms, and i'm sure that everyone saw the tears in my eyes from not knowing what wrong with her.
I heard the whispers..
"Is Nathan Scott crying over Peyton Sawyer?"
"Is Nathan crying?"
"I thought they broke up?"
But I didn't care. All I cared about was getting Peyton to a doctor, so I picked her up and started to carry her out to my car, ignoring the stares from everyone.
I saw Brooke in the parking lot walking with Lucas, and as soon as she saw us she came rushing over asking questions about a mile a minute.
"Brooke she was just grabbing her books and she collapsed, i'm taking her to the doctors."
"I'm coming too Nate."
"Hop in Davis."
I put Peyton in the backseat, ignoring the glares from Lucas directed my way, and the sympathetic glances he was shooting towards Peyton.
Or the looks Haley was giving me from Lucas' side.
I ran to the drivers seat and took off out of the parking lot with only one thing in mind, getting Peyton help.