Ok so i hate peyton soo much of course あなた know that =] There are MILLIONS of reasons why i absoloutly cant STAND HER!!!

1.In the first season she cheats on her BEST フレンズ boyfriend.BUt that is not the worst part. When brooke tells peyton "I'm falling for him" and also that she likes him alot she still has an on going affair behind her back.She also gets made a brooke for being mad at her!!

2.In the 3rd season she tells brooke that she still has feeling for lucas. I know that she was trying to be honest but she 発言しました to brooke that she wont hurt her right after the shooting WERE LUCAS&PEYTON...

A german fanfic, for all the people who 愛 Brucas（ブルック＆ルーカス） and understand the german language

***Als Peyton endlich デン Raum verlassen hatte mit デン Worten: „Lucas du kriegst die CD noch und vielen Dank für デン Sex“, sah Brooke Lucas ernst an.

„sie hat nur nen Witz gemacht“; sagte dieser schnell „ich habe dich angerufen.“

„Wenn du nicht gerade mit Peyton zusammen warst?“

„komm schon Brooke, du hast nicht mal zurück gerufen.“
    
„Jetzt weißt du mal wie ich mich fühle, hör zu ich weiß das es in letzer Zeit verdammt schwer für dich war, du hast Keith verloren...

Chapter Twelve

*Abby*

There is a line in one of my fathers books, it goes ‘being メリダとおそろしの森 is not the absence of fear, it’s having the will do go forth in the presence of fear’ in which case I must be pretty メリダとおそろしの森 because honestly I am scared. I wake up scared, I go through the 日 scared and I eventually fall asleep still shaking with fear. I don’t know what to do, what is right または wrong, where to look または turn. I don’t know what to say, または think, I am so ロスト in the indecision that every 移動する I make racks me with fear.

Just walking upstairs makes me 質問 every 移動する I’ve made but I...

because hannah asked so nicely, and im a sucker for politeness.

Chapter Ten

*Sawyer*

If there is one thing I know it’s when I am in trouble, there’s a certain way my name is said, with the slightest flicker of disappointment. So when my favourite professor stops me as I’m about to leave his lecture I know it’s not a good thing.

The grimace I wear as I take the シート, 座席 he offers isn’t on purpose, and I hear him sigh and then he slaps a familiar sleeve on the desk, “well done”

I say nothing.

“By far the best paper in the class” he adds on, and I just kink my eyebrow. What does he want...