Peyton was about to knock on Sawyer's door, but realized that would be futile. She cleared her throat and entered her daughter's room. Sawyer was on her phone, the phone that Peyton had supposedly hid.

"Sawyer!" Peyton said surprised.

She dropped the phone when she heard her mother's voice, "Uhhm. Hey mom." She said scrambling to hide the phone.

"I took that phone away from you. Hand it over. If I catch you with it again I'm disconnecting it permanently. Understood?"

Sawyer's shoulders fell and she reluctantly handed it over, "Yes mam."

Peyton put the phone in her pocket, mentally kicking herself for putting it in the most obvious of spots.

Sawyer sat up expecting the litany that was sure to come from her mother's mouth. Peyton stared at her daughter and saw the defiance in her eyes, but it was mixed with childish angst.

She sat down on the bed and Sawyer brought her knees up and hugged them.

"What's gotten into you Sawyer?" She asked softly.

Her mother's disappointment was worse than her fury, "Nothing."

Peyton looked into her daughter's eyes making Sawyer turn away, "Look at me." She said authoritatively.

"Mom I-"

"No Sawyer. Look at me."

She turned back around and looked down. Peyton lifted her chin up.

"Sawyer I'm disappointed in you. We both are."

She pushed her mom's hand away from her, "Well I'm mad at you guys too."

She tried to sound tough, but Peyton saw right through it and only saw childish caprice.

"And why is that?"

She shrugged, "You made me quit cheerleading. It's not fair. I'm really good."

Peyton sighed, "Sweetie, what did you expect? I'm just trying to protect you."

Sawyer shook her head in disgust, "I can protect myself."

"Sawyer don't play that game with me. If Sam wasn't there I don't know what would've happened to you."

Sawyer stayed quiet, the fact that her mother thought she was helpless made her furious, but she wasn't going to make things worse.

There was a long silence. Sawyer laid down and turned her back towards Peyton. Giving her a not so subtle hint that she was done talking.

Peyton decided it was time to tell her.

"Look Soy, your dad and I were talking."

Sawyer looked up with a hopeful sparkle in her eye, "We'll let you stay on the team. I know that this means a lot to you because it meant a lot to me. But this little rebellious streak better stop. No parties for a while, unless we know it'll be safe. We expect a change of attitude from you. You need to rebuild a lot of trust between us."

Sawyer's smile grew and she threw herself onto her mom, "Thanks Mom!" she yelled ecstatic.

Peyton wasn't sure whether their decision was the right one but she hoped with all that she had. She gave Sawyer a kiss on the cheek, "Get ready for bed Soy."

"It's only seven!" she said slightly embarrassed.

Peyton raised her eyebrow, "What's your bedtime when you're grounded?"

"Nine o' clock." Sawyer mumbled

"Exactly. And you still need to take a shower and finish up that homework you have on the floor. Get to it." Peyton said content with her response.

Sawyer sighed unhappily, "Fine then."

… … …

Sam knocked on Jack's door. He pulled her in and kissed her passionately.

"I missed you today." He said in between the kiss.

Sam chuckled, "Can't stay away from me for a second huh?"

Jack smiled and picked her up and walked towards the couch. He sat down with Sam on her lap. "I love you Sam."

Sam felt a little nervous, but safe at the same time, "I love you too."

Sam got up and went to the kitchen to get some water. Jack turned around, "Hey I thought you were grounded. How'd you break free?"

Sam smiled, "I tricked Brooke into thinking Julian let me come."

Jack chuckled, "Dude, what happens when she asks Julian about it?"
"I'll get there before him. And well, I don't know figure it out from there. It's worth getting in trouble." She said.

Jack and Sam went into his room and laid down on his bed together. The silence between them was comfortable.

"We've been through Hell huh Sam?" Jack said turning to look at her.

Sam stared at the ceiling fan while the blades turned and turned, "Yeah I guess so. But, you know, if I had to, I'd be in foster care all over again."

Jack rested his head on his hand, "Why?"

She folded her hands across her stomach, "Because meeting you was one of the best things ever."

He got closer and kissed her, slowly they began to become one. She took off his shirt and he undid hers. He pulled down his loose jeans and she did the same with hers. They were left in their underclothes. Jack stopped,

"Sam do you think we should?" he asked alluding to what had her nervous the whole time.

Sam looked at him and thought for a moment. She answered with a stoic voice. "My whole life I've been scared of sex because of all the shit I've been put through. I want to finally have a moment where it's on my own terms. I can't imagine it with anyone else but you."

He smiled, "Give me a second, we gotta be safe." He went to the restroom.

… … …

Sawyer lied in bed. It was nine o clock. She felt like a child being in bed so early, but she didn't care, tomorrow she would get her spot as a cheerleader again, and maybe she could get some more of those pills from Justin. She heard the door turn and saw that it was her dad. She turned the other way. Sawyer was tired of her dad's freakouts, and was still mad that he had made a spectacle after lunch when he found out about her skipping.

Lucas stood for a while, but then sat on her bed, "Soy are you asleep?" He whispered.

She stayed quiet. Lucas sighed disappointedly, "I Love You Baby."

He kissed her head and went out. Sawyer turned back around. On second thought she would make sure to get some more of those pills.

A couple minutes later, Peyton came in. She also sat down on her bed and placed her hand on Sawyer's arm.

"Soy I know you're not sleeping. Why didn't you want to say goodnight to dad?" She asked her.

She kept her eyes closed and said nothing. Peyton waited a while, but didn't get a response.

"Okay, I get it. Goodnight Soy." She said getting up.

She was walking out when she heard her daughter's meek voice, "Mommy wait."

Peyton's heart warmed. That was the voice of the Sawyer of just months ago.

She went back and Sawyer turned to face her, "I'm mad at him mom. He thinks I'm a baby and he embarrassed me in front of Justin and then again after lunch today."

Peyton's heart skipped a beat, she hadn't heard of Justin.

"Who's Justin?" She asked

Sawyer smiled, "He's just a guy." She said coyly.

Peyton knew better than that, "Right, sure he is kiddo."

Sawyer felt herself blush. Peyton kissed her cheek, "I'll talk to him sweetie. But he can't help it, that guy outside in the living room…he really loves you."

Sawyer stayed quiet. She scooted closer to Peyton, "Can you stay here for a little bit mom?"

Peyton smiled and felt a little bad for Lucas, usually it was he who stayed with her. But her daughter's bright blue eyes looking up at her reminded her of when she was just a toddler, "Sure Soy."

She rested her head on the headboard and opened her arms signaling Sawyer to come in closer. Sawyer cuddled in, feeling completely safe in her mother's arms.

… … …

Sam laid there on Jack's bed nervous. She wanted to have sex with Jack but she was terrified at the same time. Jack came out clad in his boxers. He laid to next her and grabbed Sam's hand.

"Babe, are you all right?" He asked her

She stayed quiet, "I'm a little nervous." He said honestly.

Jack knew she wasn't sure about this, but would never admit it. He would have to be the one to say something.

"Hey Sam?"

"Yeah?" she said quietly.

"Are you scared? We don't have to do this right now."

"I don't know Jack. I want to, but I kinda don't."

Jack stroked her arm, "Umm, how about we wait. I feel like we kinda rushed."

Sam didn't say anything. She just laid her head on his chest, feeling his heart beat. He turned on his T.V and put on cartoons. It always made them feel carefree when they watched cartoons together.

Sam had forgotten about the time and before she knew it the clock struck seven. By then Julian had come home and unbeknownst to her, Brooke and Julian had a very unexpected conversation about her sneaking around.

Almost half-asleep Sam grew alert to an angry voice at Jack's door.

"John Jack Daniels! Samantha Davis! Someone open this damn door!" Brooke yelled.

Jack and Sam jumped up, "Shit Jack!" Sam half whispered and half yelled.

"Put on your clothes!" He told her.

They scrambled to find the clothes that they had thrown in their haste.

Sam's eyes widened, "Is the door locked Jack?!"

He stopped searching, "Fuck ,we're screwed!"

Brooke banged the door once more, "You little lying sneaks are so dead when I get in there!" She grabbed the doorknob and realized it was open. She flung the door open and went straight to Jack's room.

She threw Jack's door open and found Jack without pants and Sam without a shirt. Jack covered himself feeling naked and Sam froze, her shirt in her hands.

"Oh Hell NO." Brooke said with a fury that they had never heard before.

"Uhhm Miss Davis, I can, I can explain." Jack stuttered.

Brooke stared daggers at Sam.

"Shut up Jack." She said coldly.

Sam felt naked, even though she was wearing jeans and a bra.

She directed herself towards Sam, "Get in the car Samantha."

Sam stood there, unable to move. Brooke pulled her, until she was just a few inches from her face, "Put on your damn shirt and Get. In. the. Car." She hissed.

Sam nodded hurriedly and went away. Jack swallowed hard, "Brooke let me-"

Brooke bent down, grabbed his shirt, and threw it at him, "You guys really fucked up this time."

With that she went away.

Sam wisely sat in the back. Brooke got in and slammed the door shut. Her driving was jerky. It was completely silent in the car. The tension was impossibly thick.

They finally got to their house. Brooke turned off the car, "Living room. Now."

Sam undid her seatbelt and went in. Brooke took a deep breath and composed herself before going inside. Julian had to go back to work on set. She wished he could've been there, but his job was just as demanding as hers. She mustered up all she had and went into the living room.

Sam was sitting down, "Stand up." Brooke told her hurriedly.

She did as she was told, "Brooke I"

"You don't talk!" Brooke yelled.

Sam shut up and waited.

Brooke paced and gathered her thoughts, "You're FOURTEEN Samantha! And you, you decided that you're old enough to have sex?! What the HELL Sam!"

Sam fidgeted, "We didn't have sex!"

Brooke narrowed her eyes, "Oh really?! You expect me to believe that two half naked teenagers just wanted to hang out?!"

Sam stayed quiet.

"I swear Sam, answer me NOW!" Brooke yelled.

"We were going to…" Her mom's eyes blazed…"But then we changed our minds mom I swear!"

Brooke narrowed her eyes and burned through Sam, "You should be ashamed of yourself. I know you're not a slut." She said coldly.

Sam grew angry. In her eyes Brooke was being hypocritical, "Are you fucking kidding me?!"

"What did you just SAY?" Brooke said with a good mind to take Sam over her knee, but then she remembered that Sam was 14 not 4.

"You don't think I've heard about your oh so wonderful legacy at school?!" Sam said accusatorily, daring to take a step closer. Brooke did the same,

"What. Have you. Heard." She said in more of a command than a question.

Sam gathered up her courage and got even closer, "You weren't just the popular cheerleader. You were just as much the school skank." She spoke in a cold and heavy voice.

Brooke's breathing turned shallow, her past had come back to haunt her.

"Not so holy now, are you Brooke?" Sam said viciously.

Brooke lost it, she slapped Sam so hard that she almost fell back. Sam grabbed onto her face, "Don't you EVER say that again! GOT IT?!" Brooke yelled.

Brooke stood there breathing hard. Sam's eyes teared up instantly. Seeing her daughter's scared face and her hand's imprint on Sam's cheek instantly changed her fury into guilt. Realizing what she had just done she tried to grab her,

"Oh my God Sam, I'm so sor-"

Sam harshly pushed Brooke's hand away, "Leave me alone!"

"Sam please." She said getting closer.

"I DON'T NEED YOU. You're too ashamed of me anyways." She said full of emotion. She walked back to her room, making sure her tears didn't fall until she was completely inside.

"Sam I'm sorry!" Brooke choked out. Nothing.

Brooke went outside and sat on the steps. She couldn't bear to be inside after that.

A little while later Julian came back.

"Babe what's wrong?" He asked concerned.

Brooke looked up at him, "Sam almost had sex with Jack."

"Hell no." Julian was about to storm in, but Brooke stopped him.

"Wait!"

"What?" Julian asked annoyed.

"She decided against it. She did the right thing, but…"

"But what?" He said quietly,

"But I, I slapped her…hard. She didn't do it, she did the right thing but I still snapped."

Julian was confused, "Honey what happened?" He sat next to her and put his arm around her.

"She knows about my high school days, she brought it up, and I lost it. I, I think I called her a slut. I don't know, I just saw red!" Her voice cracked.

Julian gently pushed her into his chest, "We'll work this out. I promise."

She was on the verge of sobbing freely, but she held it in, "Julian! I told her that she could tell me anything, that I would never judge her, and I called her a slut!"

Julian put her hands in his, "Brooke we'll fix this."

Hey guys! I really appreciated the reviews, so here's the next chapter! I hope you like it. What do you want to happen? Did Brooke overreact? Did Peyton and Lucas make the right decision? Write anything you'd like! Thanks in advance. I love you all!