Ricky was left in the butcher shop holding his son tightly to his chest as he watched Peyton leave in a hurry with Bunny's eyes darting back and forth from Ricky to the door. Ricky had worked at Boykewich Butcher's long enough to know that you never wanted bunny to stare at you like that.
"You knew that girl?" Bunny asked, her face almost as red as her hair.
"Yeah, she's new at school." Ricky replied.
"You should stay away from her. I don't want to see her in this shop again. Or I'll fire you." Bunny said, being serious. As if, Ricky was the one who had even invited Peyton in. What the hell had just gone on? Why did Bunny kick Peyton out? How did Bunny even know her? If Ricky new anything, he knew that he was definitely not going to take Bunny's advice on staying away from Peyton.
Ben Boykewich was still standing in the parking lot of his father's business, holding the cheek that Amy had slapped. He supposed he deserved it. But, at the time he could think of no other thing that he'd rather do. He thought that if he had kissed her, it would be like magic, and suddenly Amy would forget all of the things that he had done and everything would have been repaired. They'd just be Amy and Ben, together forever… again.
It hadn't worked though. And yet again, Ben was devastated. He needed Amy. He needed to be with her, to touch her; he needed her to forgive him. He had to do something. He had to make this right. He picked up his cell phone and dialled.
"Hello," He heard the smooth voice on the other end.
"We need to talk," He replied, "I'll come over later." And hung up the phone, went inside to do his job, though he would be thinking about different things.
On the opposite end of town, Amy Juergins was bursting with excitement. She had finished her interview with Carson, Peyton's unnaturally sexy brother, and though she had been so incredibly nervous he had said that he thought she'd get the job. Though, she'd left out a tiny little aspect of her life when talking to him… John.
But really, what did that matter. It was just one tiny little detail, and even if she got the job she wasn't inclined to tell them. And it wasn't as though Carson was flirting with her, or asked her on a date… so what did it matter that he didn't know about John? It didn't.
"So, I'll call you." Carson said, making Amy jump.
"Y-you'll call me?" Amy stuttered, like she usually did when she was nervous. Be cool, Amy. She thought to herself.
"Yeah, you know if you get the job." Carson winked. What was that supposed to mean? Was he flirting with her? No, it couldn't be.
"Well, I'm looking forward to it." She giggled.
"Car, can you drive me home now?" Peyton interrupted rudely, looking quite grief stricken.
"Sure," Carson said, rolling his eyes.
"Uh, Peyton?" Amy said, and when Peyton looked at her she continued: "Is there something wrong? Did I do something to upset you?"
"No!" Peyton said exasperated. "I just thought- that you wouldn't want to hang around with me anymore."
"What- why?" Amy asked.
Before Peyton could respond, Carson jumped in. "She thinks that you and whomever else she met today won't like her because you'll think she's some rich jittery snob because she's the Pizza Princess."
"Don't call me that!" Peyton shouted angrily at her brother.
"Why would we think that? I just met you and I can already tell that you aren't like that at all." Amy said, reassuringly.
"Yeah, but some people don't think like that. They just jump to conclusions." Peyton said, depressingly.
"Oh c'mon, Pey. I'm sure that if you just ask Amy nicely, she promise she won't say anything for a while… at least until a few people get to know you better." Carson said, eyeing Amy… almost begging her to agree.
"Oh, yeah. Totally." Amy said right away, and regretted it.
"Really?" Peyton asked, looking strikingly like a child who had fell and scraped her knee then was offered ice cream.
Amy nodded her head.
"Thanks," Peyton said, walking over to and hugging Amy.
"No problem." Amy hugged back awkwardly.
"Problem solved!" Carson said, throwing his arms around the two girls. Amy blushed, while Peyton pushed him off shoving him into Amy. His charming smile looked down on her, "Free pizza?"
"Yum," Was all Amy could think of saying, but it definitely was not about the pizza.
Adrian Lee sitting on her bed reading a pregnancy book, she had no idea what the word lamas meant but she didn't think she liked the sound of it.
Speaking of sounds, there was a knock at her bedroom door. "Who is it?" She asked, though she knew who it was… she just liked to play games.
"Ben," said the voice on the other end.
"Oh, come in." She said in a sultry voice, and he did.
"Hi," Ben said, once he was in the room.
"You wanted to talk? If it's about the baby, I'm all baby talked out." Adrian said, shaking her long black hair out.
"No, actually." Ben gulped. "It's about Amy and Ricky."
"Oh god, they aren't together are they?" Adrian said in a cool voice, but anyone who knew her could see the insecurity and panic in her eyes as she asked the question. And Ben did know her, he was relying on her insecurity to make this work.
"No, they aren't. But… they could be." Ben said quickly, he wasn't very good at lying. But, he honestly felt that it wasn't a lie, that it could very well be a possibility for Amy and Ricky to start dating.
"Okay… and?" Adrian said, obviously very interested.
Ben gulped again. He knew he had to do this if he ever wanted Amy back. But, it just felt so deceitful and wrong. He reassured himself that sometimes you had to do bad things to get to good parts. The road to heaven is paved with bad intentions? Wasn't that the saying? Whatever. He had to do this… it was the only way.
"I have a plan."
Left you hanging there, eh? Just for the record, I know that the saying is "the road to hell is paved with good intentions," Ben is just being a nervous ninny and can't get his thoughts straight! Hehe, please leave a REVIEW! If you are reading, I'd really like to hear what you're thinking about this! Am I doing good? Is there any way I can improve the reading experience for you! Thanks for reading and reviewing! Love you! Xoxoxo