I'll be seeing you

Chapter 4

*Peyton's point of view*

"Later Peyton," one of the basketball players said. I couldn't remember his name so I faked a smile and waved. The parking lot was soon clear and here I was sitting in Nathan's car waiting. Our conversation from the night before filled my mind.

***

"Peyton please?"

"No Nathan. I'm busy and I have things to do."

"Oh yeah? Like what?"

"Like homework." I heard him whining over the phone.

"By homework, do you mean draw another pouty drawing and listen to your crappy music?"

"Honestly Nate, you're so rude sometimes."

"Well if we can't hang out tonight, can I at least take you to school tomorrow?"

"I really don't want to. And my car is fine. I'll just drive."

"But Peyton...."

We argued about it for about five minutes before I finally conceded, "Yeah, whatever. Why not?" I would do anything at this point to get him to leave me alone for tonight. 

"Sounds good, I'll pick you up at 7:45."

I hung up not caring to respond.

***

After all of his fussing, trying to get me to ride with him and here I was fifteen minutes after school ended waiting. I changed the song on my iPod and when I looked up there he was. Not Nathan, but Lucas. Dribbling on his way down the street flawlessly, not missing a single step. For once, I was on the other side of the mindless staring.

"Peyton." Nathan had finally showed up. 

"Where the hell have you been?" I asked angrily.

He shrugged, "Chill please. How long have you been out here?"

"For like half an hour, Nate honestly. Why did you even want to bring me today if you were just gonna make me wait?"

"It's really not a big deal," he pulled up to my house and unlocked the doors. 

"Whatever." I walked up to my house without another word and heard the car speed off. I really didn't know why Nathan and I were even together. We didn't even get along. We didn't like the same music, books, or anything else for that matter. The only reason he probably even wanted to be seen with me is because I'm a cheerleader, and for the record I didn't even really enjoy cheer leading. It was just another thing that Brooke had convinced me to do. That reminded me that I had to call Brooke.

She didn't answer immediately, she never did. "I like to make people wait. It adds to the suspense," I could practically hear her saying. Well this time she didn't answer at all so I called again. She answered and I heard on the phone and from my doorway, "Hey I'm coming over."

I hung up the phone and looked at her, "My house does have a doorbell, you know that right?"

"Oh quit being so practical, I never use the doorbell," she said and laughed as she plopped onto my bed. It was true, she had only used the doorbell once and we were only about seven years old. But it still made me jump when she snuck in on me. 

"You ready for this P. Sawyer?" She asked as she walked over to my music player with a CD in her hand. 

"As I'll ever be B. Davis." She pressed play and some random, cheery song started playing. She sat  back down. 

"What do you think of this music for the game Friday?"

I rolled my eyes, "You already know what I think," I laughed to let her know that I was only joking.. Sorta. "So you know the guy that you pointed out at lunch?"

"Mr. Smolder?" She always came up with the weirdest nicknames for guys.

I laughed, "Yes him, after the lunch bell rang I made it a point to walk by him extra slow and his jaw basically dropped. It was hilarious, you would have loved it." 

She laughed, "You still got it P. Sawyer," she grinned and added, "See? I told you you're cute."

I laughed and sat there watching her plan out another awesome cheer routine, helping occasionally. She always knew how to get my mind off of things.