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Lucas kicked the nearest trashcan as he walked to his car. He was so irritated he didn't know where to begin. He never in a million years thought that that conversation was going to go like THAT. What he was expecting was welcoming arms and Thank You's. But he should have known that he was dealing with Hurricane Sawyer. Nothing was ever easy with her. And that was part of the reason he was so intrigued with her. She wasn't some easy to read chick that was going to give him a cookie cutter answer to everything. Peyton knew her stuff. And she didn't take well to being treated like crap.

Peyton hit her trash can with her foot and fell to the floor. Not what she expected.

She bit her quivering lip to keep from crying. But it didn't help. The tears came so fast and hard she couldn't stop it. She didn't know what to think about Lucas. She didn't know whether she should have just accepted his apology. But above all she couldn't shake the feeling that she made the same mistake again, but this time she wouldn't get another chance.

Lucas started the engine and began driving out of the neighborhood. He was thinking of what Peyton was doing at that particular moment. Was she crying? Was she happy? Was she drawing her thoughts down on her famous sketch pad? Or was she listening to depressing music records that reminded her of him?

Then it dawned on him, he loved Peyton.

Peyton managed to pull herself off the cold ground and over to her closet where her computer was with along her sketch pad.

She turned on her monitor and logged onto her web page. Seeing no new comments she opted to turn on her web cam. She found comfort in having the world see her in her low moments.

She picked up the sketch pad and saw her previous sketch; a depiction of her thoughts when Lucas wanted her for ever not just one night. She was scared, she had just broken up with her hot shot basketball all star of a boyfriend Nathan Scott, which is Lucas Scott's brother. Confusing? Oh yeah.

So she ran. Not literally ran, but ignored it. She ignored that Lucas was the one boy she had ever met, aside from her father, that gave a rat's ass about her. He didn't care to overlook her bruised past and her disordered life. He saw past those things and only looked at her.

Peyton shook her head and decided to take a walk down by the beach. She covered her web cam and grabbed her keys and went outside.

She left her cell phone on her desk, ringing.

"Damnit Peyton pick up!" Lucas hit the dash.

When he realized she wasn't picking up he threw his phone in the back seat with anger. He had to go somewhere and take a break. And he knew exactly where. The river court.

As Peyton was walking along the seashore she thought about everything; from her mother dying nine years ago to being a cheerleader. Who am I? She would ask her self. Who have I become?

She noticed something floating in from the tide. It was flashing and caught her eye. She jogged over to it before it washed away.

It was some sort of mirror. It looked ancient. And it was incredibly heavy.
She picked it up and cleaned off some of the dirt and sand with her hoodie.
It had some writing on it. It looked like initials.

She rubbed the back of it more with her shirt but it was no use. She couldn't read it.

Maybe it was A.L.S.

She didn't think anything of it and dropped it in her purse.

She heard her stomach growling and thought she might need to eat something. She remembered Haley saying something about how she was working today. She decided to eat there and talk with Haley. I mean who knows Lucas better than his best friend right?

Lucas was shooting some hoops when he heard the familiar "I Don't Wanna Be" by Gavin DeGraw. He walked over to his cell phone and flipped it open.

"Hello?"

"Hey sweetheart I need you to take the rest of Haley's shift. Can you make time? I know it is short notice." Lucas could hear the bust crowd in the background at her café.

"Yeah sure mom. I will be there in a minute."

"Thanks." His thanked him and hung up.

As Peyton was driving she remembered she needed to call Thug magazine so she reached over into her purse to fish out her cell. But it was nowhere to be found.

"Where is that damn phone of mine?" Peyton hit the steering wheel. She took her eyes off the road for a couple of seconds to look in the back seat for the missing phone. "Damn! Not there either!" It came out more like a whine than an annoyance.

She just forgot about it. She would stop by after lunch.

She was just driving down the street when something came into mind.
The mirror's initials.

It was A.L. S.

Stands for Anna Lynn Sawyer.

Her mother.

Peyton reached into her purse for the Mirror but couldn't get a got hold on it so she took her eyes off the street for about two seconds to get a better look in her big purse. "Damn humongous purses…" She mumbled.

It only took that many seconds for the semi to hit her.

The last thing she remembered was Lucas and what he said to him before he left.

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Sorry if this chapter wasn't as thrilling or even that good. It took me about four Do-Overs before I got something I liked. So if it isn't that good let me know what to fix. I want this story to go well.

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