Jealous ✾Peybrina✾

Chapter One

"I'm so sorry, Pey," Sabrina whispered, dabbing the damp cloth all around his right eye. Peyton grimaced when he felt the stinging sensation of hydrogen peroxide seeping into his cuts. She gasped and pulled the cloth away suddenly, and Peyton was thankful that he didn't have to feel the excruciating pain any longer.

"I'm so sorry! Did I hurt you? I don't mean to hurt you! Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry," Sabrina rambled, and Peyton chuckled at her nervousness.

"I'm fine, babe. It just stings a little. I'll get over it," he reassured her with a small smile.

"About that..." Sabrina nervously smiled, taking Peyton's slightly cut up and bruised hands into her own. "Could you maybe, you know, not call me babe anymore?"

"What?" Peyton asked, his playful attitude diminishing.

"It's just that Bradley has been feeling a little insecure lately, and your nicknames for me really aren't helping," she told him, gripping his hand a bit tighter than before.

"You're telling me I have to stop calling you a nickname because your boyfriend can't handle it?" Peyton scoffed, rolling his eyes. He didn't think she realized how stupid it was for Bradley to be jealous just because he has a nickname for her. "That's so idiotic."

"Come on Pey," Sabrina tried, inching her way closer to his face. She stared at his beautiful, plump lips and let her tongue run over her own lips, looking up at the gorgeous boy she held quite strong feelings for. "Can you at least try? For me?"

Peyton would love to say that her words held no power against him, that she held no power against him, but that would be a lie. His feelings for her always were first priority, he always made sure that Sabrina was put first. In his mind, she was a princess, and he believed that she deserved to be treated like one by anyone and everyone that ever had the tremendous honor of meeting her. He sighed out in frustration, lifting his hand up to his head and letting it run through his chaotic locks. He tugged a bit at the ends of his short hair, muttering a curse word under his breath.

"I guess I can try."

Sabrina let her lips twitch upwards into a smile, showing off her pearly white teeth.

"Thank you," she grinned, pulling Peyton into a tight hug. He wrapped his arms back around her small body and inhaled her heavenly lavender aroma, relaxing his senses. "I really appreciate it."

"Of course," he breathed in, his arms staying wrapped around her torso. He felt her arms unwrap themselves from around him, and he sighed, pulling away even though he really didn't want to.

"All cast to set, filming starts in 2 minutes. Repeat, all cast to set, filming starts in 2 minutes."

"That's our cue," Sabrina smiled at Peyton, taking his large hand in her own small one and pulling him out of the dressing room onto set with her.

Peyton couldn't help but feel a rush go through his body every time she touched him, and he grinned as the crowd cheered loudly at them. Sabrina kept her head down just the slightest bit, signaling that she was blushing, which of course just made Peyton's grin grow.

It wasn't much, but at least it was a start.

They took their places, Sabrina sitting on the couch and Peyton standing outside the door of her apartment. The hair and makeup artists rushed over, fixing any last bits that they missed earlier before rushing off just as Michael counted down.

"And in 3, 2, 1, action!" Michael shouted, and the whole studio silenced as the camera panned to Peyton standing outside of the door. He was really in the zone now, looking extremely worried.