Devil in Disguise
Summary: Begin S2. An emotionally messed up Peyton falls into the arms of Chris Keller. She succeeds in hiding their sex-centred 'relationship' until one event changes all. How will people, and especially Lucas, react? LPC
1. The Haley/Chris tour thing won't happen. They do work together though.
2. There is no Anna or Felix.
3. There's no Jake
4. Brooke quickly gave Lucas a second chance and they got back together.
CHAPTER 1
I slowly open my eyes when the first rays of sun fall on my pillow. They shouldn't. For some reason, Chris likes to sleep with the curtains open. I always tell him to close them but he simply ignores me. So every day, for a month now, I have woken up at sunrise. It's just one of the many annoyances I suffer in a day.
In an attempt to get some more sleep, I turn my head away from the light source only to see a wrapped box on the pillow next to me. Immediately, I'm wide awake. Didn't I tell him not to buy me anything?
In case you don't know … it's my birthday today. I don't want it to be a big deal, Chris knows that. Everyone knows that. Sometimes I wonder if he does these things on purpose, just to piss me off. I throw the white sheets of my body and grab the gift. Irritated, I walk downstairs to see him munching away on a slice of toast, as if he doesn't know he did something wrong.
"What the hell were you thinking?" I yell while waving the box in the air.
With slow movements, he looks up from today's paper. I wish my dad wouldn't subscribe to that thing anymore, maybe Chris would leave sooner than.
"Good morning, Chris. Good morning, babe and a happy birthday," he simulates a conversation "How did you sleep? I sl-"
"Cut the crap," I stop him mid-sentence "This is just sex. We're not a couple. Just sex!"
"And that," he points to the box I'm holding "is just a present."
A present isn't just a present. Buying gifts equals kind gestures which equal emotions and emotions are the beginning of more than sex. Doesn't he understand that? Presents eventually lead to a relationship and I don't want that. Not with him, not with anyone.
"Chris…" I sigh.
"Just open it," he orders with a smirk. The smirk. What is he up to?
"You bought me a vibrator?" I cry out when the shiny blue paper comes off. "Ewww…"
"Actually, it's a whole assortment," he informs while walking over to me. "It even has a whip and handcuffs."
"You're disgusting."
Even though I mean what I say -he's a complete and utter perv- I can't help but crack a smile. Typically Chris to buy me sex toys for my birthday.
"That's not what I heard yesterday when you were crying out my name and begging for more," He answers the death-glare I shoot him with fake- innocent puppy eyes and a pout. "So, what do you think? Wanna try it out?"
"Tempting but…no," I answer "Besides, you need to go."
"Why?"
"Because, just like yesterday and the day before, my car is still in repair and Lucas's driving me to school. He can't see you here."
"When are you gonna get over your shame for me, babe?"
"Never. And don't call me 'babe'."
"Come on, you know you want me." He glances at his watch "I see we still have plenty of time so… first the whip?"
"Chris!" I cry out.
"You're right, what was I thinking? The handcuffs sound much better, right?"
My eyes pop; he's unbelievable.
"I do want you, Chris… to go away!"
"Oh," he grabs his chest "that hurts! It's OK though… I know that deep down, you love me, you just don't want to admit it to yourself," he speaks dramatically "But at night, you think back about the day I came at Trick for the f-"
"Yes, I'll never forget that day, even though God knows, it really isn't from lack of trying."
Chris didn't immediately have a comeback. Sawyer-Keller: 1-0.
"Now," I continue more serious "I really need to get ready for sch-"
"OK, OK…" he finally starts to move towards the door "tonight at 7?"
"Yes. Bye Chris."
"Don't hide my present! We're going to need it…"
"Go!"
After the last bell signal, I came to the conclusion that all my friends forgotten my birthday. Sure, I said I don't want it to be a big deal yet a 'Happy Birthday' is the least, no? But apparently they were to busy with themselves and their sickening love stuff. Go in photo boots together and take long walks along the beach. Puke. Anyway, they do and forget what they want but they shouldn't expect me to come with them tonight to Salinger.
"So...Is everything ready for her surprise party?"
"Almost…" Brooke answers "except I need that stuff…You know, it makes balloons float.
"Helium?"
"Yes…" she smiles and pulls Lucas' lips into hers "You're so smart."
Immediately after their kiss, the brunette concentrates on her arrangements again.
"So, you go pick her up at eight? Together with Haley?"
"Yeah."
"I guess than the only thing that I still need to take care of is…"
"Helium," Lucas helps her again.
"Right, helom."
Silently, me and Haley open her back door and walk into Peyton's house. We acted like we forgot her birthday today. Peyton tried to hide it but I could tell she was pissed. It wasn't my idea, by the way, the surprise party. It was Brooke's. I tried to explain her that Peyton doesn't like to make a big deal out of her birthday but the problem is…Every time I talk about her, Brooke becomes suspicious about my feelings for her, even though I've literally declared my love for her time and time again. Those declarations weren't a lie, I adore Brooke. She's light and funny but to tell the truth, even if I didn't love her, I'd still beg her to stay with me because maybe if we broke up, I would be confronted with my feelings for Peyton again. That thought scares me. She scares me. Not as a friend, but as a lover; she was the first girl to break my heart. Or better: rip it out and do a little rain-dance on it.
"She's probably in her room," Haley decides when we've scanned the ground floor.
We climb the wooden stairs and head for her room; one of the darkest bedrooms I've ever seen in my life. It isn't just the black and red that makes it so dark, but also her obscure drawings. There are a few of me and us in between. They aren't very cheerful but still, the fact that she hasn't taken them down means she hasn't completely forgotten about what we once had, right? I wouldn't want her to forget.
Softly, Haley pushes her door open. The revealed sight burns my eyes. Peyton, completely naked, sitting and moving on top of first-class asshole Chris Keller. Voluntarily! Although…are those handcuffs on her pillow?
"Peyton?" Haley cries out.
I'm too shocked to speak. Even more, I simply turn around and head for her bathroom.
"Oh, my God," I gasp out and roll of Chris' body. What the hell are they doing here? I told them I wasn't going out tonight. Why did they never listen to me?
Haley stares at us even more perplexed when Chris, or should I say Satan, smirks at her. I think he's actually enjoying this!
Quickly, I slip into my Ozzy shirt and jeans. In that time, Lucas has already run away. This reminds me of the time when I caught him with Brooke. Even though I hate to admit it, the shock but mostly the hurt in his eyes gave me a slight feeling of satisfaction. I know; I'm a bitch.
"Lucas?" I call him in vain. Soon, I figure out he's in my bathroom, where not so very pleasant noises sound. I enter.
"Are you ok?" Softly, I lay my hand on his back.
A while ago, I read in some magazine that not only over-eating or sickness can make you throw up but also a huge shock though I had never seen someone do that yet. Up until now, that is.
"How long?" he asks with pale lips.
"About a month."
'Coincidentally', around the time he got together with Brooke.
"H-h- how?"
"Ummm…" this isn't actually something I want to explain, and especially not to him but I decide to do anyway "do you remember when my dad called and told me he wasn't going to be home for another two months?"
"Y-" he clears his throat and stands up, but his normal colour hasn't returned yet. "Yes."
"Well, it wasn't only that but also with the cocaine… I kind of broke down. I needed comfort and Chris was just at the right place and the right time. It was a moment of weakness."
"That was one moment, Peyton!" he raises his voice "But how many times have y-"
"Oh, hundreds and hundreds of times since then," Chris says while joining us "I've slept here practically every day for a month. You can't get enough of me, can you babe?"
And then he slaps me on the ass! That guy... Always ready to make things worse.
"Chris, please…" I hiss. "This is not the time to joke. Could y-"
"But… I drove you to school for the past week," Lucas mumbles.
"Yeah, she always sent me away before you came," Chris explains. "It was pretty close Tuesday, wasn't it?" he then addresses me.
I bow my head. This was painful. "Chr-"
"Just when I jumped into my car, yours pulled up in front of her porch."
I feel Lucas' eyes shooting a cross of disappointment and disbelief my way. It hurts.
"Anyway, I have to go check up on Haley," Chris announces. "When I left her there, she was still recovering from seeing my hotness in its full glory."
"Luke…" I softly begin when trouble in carnation has left the room "I'm so s-"
"We have to go to your surprise party," he coldly cuts me off "so act surprised."