Jealous ✾Peybrina✾

Introduction

Peyton ran a hand through his dirty blonde hair, tugging at the ends of it harshly. He watched as the painfully disgusting couple made out in front of him, not caring that they were in the middle of a crowded room. There were hoots and hollers coming from the studio audience, some occasionally shouting 'Brabrina!'.

Peyton was beyond angry, his whole face a beet red color. He didn't understand how she could forgive him over and over again, even after everything he had done to her. He was treating her like his own personal toy, and she was letting him.

"What's the matter, Peyton?" He heard his girlfriends voice ring through his ears as she wrapped her arms around his neck, and he snapped his eyes away from the sickening couple to see Paris's makeup caked face in front of his own.

"Nothing," he muttered, returning his attention back to the blonde and her horrible boyfriend.

"Pey," Paris whined, placing her cold hands on his face and turning it down so he was looking at her again.

"Nothing is wrong, Paris," he sighed, wrapping his arms around her waist. "I promise."

"I'm not sure if I believe you."

He inwardly rolled his eyes before leaning forward and placing his lips on hers. Her lips were thin and covered in a slimy layer of lipgloss. He had to refrain from grimacing as she kissed back harshly, and the shouts from the audience only grew. He could practically feel everyone's eyes on him, but he couldn't care less. Unless one of the pairs of eyes belonged to the beautiful blonde of his dreams, he didn't care.

"All cast to set, I repeat, all cast to set," Michael Jacob's voice was heard through the intercom, making Peyton pull away from his girlfriends lips.

"I have to go," he told her, his hands unwrapping her arms from around his neck before he walked over to the set quickly, wanting to get away from the dreaded brunette as fast as possible.

"Break a leg, babe!" He heard Bradley call, and he turned around to see a grinning Sabrina. She turned her head to the ground slightly as she walked, making it obvious that she was blushing. Peyton rolled his eyes and picked up his pace, walking over to the set couch and plopping down on it. Sabrina followed suit, sitting down next to him.

"We're doing the Lucas and Maya scenes today, right?" Sabrina asked, trying not to let her excitement shine through in her voice.

"Maybe if you hadn't spent so much time making out with your boyfriend you would know the answer to that question," Peyton remarked, and Sabrina rolled her eyes.

"We're doing this today, huh?" She laughed with no humor in her voice. "This thing where you pretend like you don't care about anything even though we both know you actually care a lot?"

"I don't care," he lied through his clenched teeth. "You can make out with your boyfriend whenever you want to, just like I can make out with my girlfriend whenever I want to."

"Places, people!" Michael shouted as Sabrina rolled her eyes again, and she scooted closer to Peyton on the couch.

"Whatever," she groaned.

"Alright, and we're rolling," Michael announced. "And 3, 2, 1, action!"

The two stared at the prop TV, and Peyton took a glance over at her, letting his gaze linger on her gorgeous face. It wasn't in the script, but he knew it would drive the Lucaya fans crazy. Before he shifted his stare back to the TV, he licked his lips, holding back a smirk when he saw her blush.

Peyton sneakily slid an arm behind Sabrina, his eyes still focused on the screen as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"What exactly do you think you're doing, Friar?" Sabrina asked, looking over at the green eyed boy she unadmittedly had a crush on.

"Just trying to cuddle with the Shortstack I call a girlfriend," Peyton repeated his lines flawlessly, adding his signature grin.

"Call me that again and we'll just see how long this relationship lasts."

"Aww, I'm sorry Sugarplum. You know I love you," Peyton stated in a Texan accent, Sabrina rolling her eyes after seeing his horrid apology attempt.

"You sicken me."

"That's weird, I didn't know you picked me over Brandon because I sickened you."

"Shut up," the blonde laughed, and Peyton couldn't hold back a smile any longer. He grinned widely at the angel sat next to him, his pearly white teeth sparkling and his dimples showing.

Sabrina felt her smile drop a bit as the silence fell among the pair, and she stared into Peyton's emerald green eyes. She realized that she had completely forgotten what her next line was, like the moment she looked in his eyes, everything else disappeared. She longed to lean forward and place her lips on his, but that was the one thing she knew wasn't in the script.

But that didn't stop Peyton.

He leaned forward and placed his lips onto hers, and as cliche as it sounds, he felt fireworks erupt around them. Her lips were so soft and gentle, and he wished that they could be forever attached to his. His hand lifted itself off the couch and went behind Sabrina's neck, pulling her curvy body closer to his own. She kissed him back with so much passion and love, and she honestly couldn't comprehend the fact that she was kissing Peyton.

Of course they had kissed plenty more times in the show, but they were nothing like these. The kiss was so intimate and special, and she felt as if she was on Cloud Nine.

Butterflies erupted in her stomach as his tongue slid across her bottom lip, signaling her to open her mouth. She obliged without a second thought, her tongue mingling with Peyton's. Her hands wrapped themselves around his torso and she pressed her body against his, feeling her chest come in contact with his own.

But then reality set in.

"And cut!" Michael called, making the blonde pull away from the green eyed boy. Her lips felt lonely without his on them, and she longed to kiss him again.

"Wow," Sabrina mumbled. She had never had a kiss like that before. Not even Bradley's kisses made her feel the way Peyton's did.

"Great job guys, I could really feel the love an tension between you two. That kiss was a nice touch, too. I'm sure the Lucaya fanbase will love it. Go ahead and take a lunch break," Michael yelled over the crowds squeals and claps.

Sabrina tore her gaze away from Peyton's to see a pissed off Bradley coming towards them, his fists clenched.

"Oh boy," Sabrina mumbled, Bradley's eyes filled with fury.

This should be interesting.

(A/N: Hope you enjoyed the introduction! I hope to post the first chapter sometime next week. Goodbye, my fellow bad bitches. Stay bad.)

-lucayaschild