Right, so just in case any of you are going to get confused, this story is NOT going to be completely in Peyton's point of view, it's going to jump all over the place until I find one I like ;) so last chapter was Peyton, this chapter is going to jump between Peyton and Nathan, then the next one might even be in the third person :') I may try a little bit of Haley and Brooke. Maybe even a bit of Lucas, if I can be bothered to write him into this. I'll make sure to let you know if it's in a POV from now on, otherwise, expect the third person.

Chapter 2

Nathan's POV

Sometimes I really hate being under constant scrutiny from the press and those vultures that call invading people's personal space a job. Personally, I'd call them stalkers, but, whatever. I had an upbringing in a small little town, in North Carolina, Growing up with my half-brother, basketball was our 'safe' place. Now it's just another way for those corporate jackasses to squeeze money out of me… but I could never bring myself to stop, never quit basketball, so here I am. In New York. Playing for the New York Knicks. With my 'perfect' family life: wife, a kid that I absolutely adore with all my life. Well make that a cheating wife, who only cares about her career and fucking Chris Keller, and a kid that I absolutely adore. I heard a saying once. That every picture tells a story? I can tell you right now for a fact that about ninety-nine per cent of them are absolute bullshit. Look at me, my pictures show, Nathan Scott: family man, with the perfect wife and the perfect kid. Loves the New York lifestyle. Never mind bothering about the rest of his family, the ones that supported him his entire life? Nah. You don't get to see the real me. Nathan Scott: Emotional wreck on the most part. A cheating wife. Hates the New York lifestyle. But then, I guess it wouldn't be very good for the public eye if everyone knew the truth about my particular family life…

I walked alongside her, her beautiful long legs glistening in the summer sun, clearly shown off by her very short shorts. A simple tank top covering her torso that would look boring on anyone else, but was fascinating on her tanned shoulders, accentuating all of her curves in just the right places. I trailed my eyes up her body to her perfectly curly hair, to her beautiful big green eyes, and over the soft curve of her nose, to her perfect lips, which I realised with a start, were moving.

'What?' I asked her, trying not to let my gaze slip back over her body.

'Looking at me perv?' she grinned at me, and I smirked back, nodding confidently. 'Why what would your pretty little wife say about that?' she asked me with a slight southern tang to her voice.

My grin faltered, but not enough for her to notice. 'Well, she'd probably say, 'Nate, she's hot. Go for it!'' I laughed and Peyton shook her head.

'In your dreams maybe. I said, where are we going?'

'There's a little coffee shop down here, too far away from the prying eyes of the paparazzi.' I winked at her. 'I'm sure you wouldn't mind that?'

She shook her head. 'Not at all.'

Peyton's POV

He took me to the opening of an alley way, and for a moment, I had to stop and check for murderers. 'You're not going to kill me are you?' I asked uncertainly.

He chuckled; the sound was deep and made my stomach flip. 'Nope, I promise I'm not going to murder you.' He winked at me, and then took my hand. 'Trust me.'

'Ok.' I whispered. Confused slightly as to why I was trusting this almost stranger.

He laughed at what I assume was the look of utter confusion on my face. 'So then, Miss Sawyer. He asked me, big city girl like you, how have you never found my secret café?'

I laughed lightly, 'despite what the pap says, I don't actually get out a lot.'

'And when you do?' he asked me.

I shrugged. 'I have fun.' I said simply. 'I'm not bothered about them when I'm out, which is why I've been portrayed as a ''wild child''.' I used air quotes around my label.

He laughed at me. 'OK then, Sawyer. Fair enough.'

He led me further down the alleyway, and my fear of being murdered only escalated when the alley branched off into four different directions. He took the sharp left turn, guiding me along behind him. I flinched as we walked past what I was sure as a brothel, and tried not to pay attention to the seedy looking men shaking hands, or exchanging drugs, in a dirty doorframe. I shivered, and felt Nathan pull me slightly closer to him, gripping my arm ever so slightly more tightly, until we stopped outside a big brick building, with windows covered in mirrors, a dirty green door, and a slight flickering sign, with so many broken bulbs which read 'HT MAS' instead of what should have been 'HOT MAMAS'.

'Oh, God,' I said. 'Please don't tell me this is a strip club!' I whisper shouted at him.

He smirked at me, 'I think you'll be pleasantly surprised.' He told me before pushing open the big green door.

We walked into a big lobby, which was a lot more posh on the inside than out, past two burly bouncers, who looked at us swiftly, before sitting up straighter in their chairs and nodding slightly at us, and to a single door at the end. 'You ready for this?' Nathan asked me.

'I was born ready, baby.' I told him, winking.

He pushed open the door and I gasped, the place was furnished like a proper high end coffee shop, which hardwood floors, and plush armchairs. I saw there were large windows with a view to the Hudson River, right on the bank, so you could only get in, or see in, the side we came. 'My gosh. How did I not know about this?'

He laughed at me, again, and spoke softly, 'Invite only, darling, they must not have trusted the 'wild child' to keep it a secret. You sit here.' He told me, motioning to two armchairs, around a small circular table, facing the big windows. 'I'll go get us drinks?' his voice raised at the end, and it took me a moment to realise he wanted to know what I wanted.

I sat down and said 'Vanilla latte please.' Flashing my best grin at him.

Nathan's POV

She smiled at me with that smile that could win awards, in fact it probably had! Looking at her, it wasn't hard to see how she had managed to make it into modelling. She had that kind of natural beauty that most women strived for, I mean, not that I'm saying no one else isn't beautiful, because Haley is, but Peyton just had… something about her. Something that made her smile just that little bit more bright, and her laugh just that little bit more tinkling. I ordered our drinks from the barrister, and carried them over, setting them down carefully on the table. She jumped ever slo slightly, and sighed, before gazing her eyes from the view and looking at me, I took a small intake of breath upon noticing how sad she looked.

'Are you ok?' I asked her startled.

She shifted her eyes. 'My mom used to love sitting by the river.' She murmured so quietly, I don't think I was supposed to hear it. I watched, confused, as I physically saw her snap out of whatever was wrong. Plastering a smile on her face, that I instantly knew was fake, and not a real as her previous ones. 'I'm fine.' She told me. 'Thanks,' she said, before bending down slightly to pick up her drink.

'So how long do you reckon this meeting will take with Brooke and my wife?' I asked her.

She sighed, 'God knows, Brooke tends to get very over excited, could be a while.' She said laughing to herself.

'I read in a paper, you two are best friends, right?' I asked, genuinely wanting to know everything about this girl.

'Yeah, we met when I was-' her phone starting ringing shrilly in her bag and I wanted to throw it out of the window, I saw her dig through her bag and pull it out, and then frown at the screen.

'Can you ignore it?' I asked her.

'No, it's my brother, sorry. Excuse me for one moment.' She answered the phone and stood up to walk away. 'Ju-Ju, what's up?'

I slumped back in my chair, ok, yes. I was in a bit of a strop because of this. I want to get to know this girl and her stupid brother distracted us. Then I saw her come back over, and sat up expectantly.

'Hey, everything ok?' I asked.

'Yeah, no, I'm not really sure to be honest. I'm sorry, I have to go.' And she left. Just like that, leaving me on my own. Most girls would never walk away from me, even Haley, when we first met was throwing herself at me, well less than everyone else, but she wasn't so blasé about me. I like this girl…

Right, I'm terrible. I haven't had the chance to write really, my boyfriend was in a car accident, so I've been spending a lot of time with him, and not to mention the fact that I have a gazillion exams soon, so my updating wil be very slow for now at least. I actually wrote half of this a couple of weeks ago then just came back to it now, le me know what you think about the changing writing styles? Too confusing? I love, love, love reviews, and knowing how you liked the chapter, so if you get a chance, I would be grateful to know what you think! EmmaJoie xx