Forbidden

Chapter One: Human Touch

Touching. Kissing. Caressing. Peyton felt a loud moan escape her lips as Lucas's hand traveled up her thigh, closer and closer to her tiny underwear. She shoved her tongue in and out of his mouth hungrily, her hands buried in his hair. She tugged on his hair forcefully, bringing his lips down to hers once again. This was so insanely wrong in so many ways, but Peyton couldn't stop. For the last three months, he's been all that she's thought about. All that she's dreamed about. It's all been about Lucas.

Peyton broke away from him for a split second, pulling his shirt off over his head and onto the floor, diving back up to his lips. She opened her mouth for easier access of his tongue, one of her arms wrapped around his neck while the other worked on his belt buckle. "Tell me you want me.." She whispered seductively, moving away from his lips and kissing down his neck, her tongue jetting out every once and a while just to send him over the edge.

Over the last few months, she'd come to know everything about him. What he likes and what he doesn't like. Not only sexually, of course, but as a person as well. Lucas was a great guy and, if their parents weren't married, she was sure that they'd actually be able to date.

Peyton smiled upon hearing a loud moan escape her lips. Yes, she was good. She expertly took his belt off and threw it onto the floor, using her now free hand to unbutton her own blouse. "God, Peyton..I want you.." He huskily whispered, falling on top of her completely, connecting his hips with hers, even through the layers of clothing. Peyton closed her eyes in ecstacy and felt a moan escape her own lips, moving her hips up to connect with his as their lips collided once again. This was just like it always was. Every single time that they did this, it got better and better.

Peyton threw her shirt over her head and onto the bedroom floor, wrapping both of her arms around his neck and pulling him back down to her, connecting their lips once more. "I want you too.." She admitted quietly, a small smirk on her lips.

Just as she was about to work on the buttons of his jeans, the door flew open. Peyton jumped and Lucas jumped off of her, both of them hurrying to cover themselves. For some reason, Peyton had a feeling that things weren't going to go over too well. Standing there in the doorway to her bedroom was her father, Larry Sawyer, and her step-mother, AKA Lucas's mother, Karen Roe Sawyer.

Peyton swallowed with much difficulty and looked over at Lucas, wiping her bruised lips with a small frown. Uh-Oh. For some reason, she had a feeling that she wasn't going to be getting out of this one alive.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Larry screamed at the top of his lungs, looking over at his daughter. Peyton shrunk down in her seat, the frown never leaving her face. "Dad, please don't lecture me right now.." She pleaded with him, tears threatening to fall from her eyes.

Larry shook his head, a bitter laugh falling from his lips. "Lecture you, Peyton? LECTURE YOU?" He yelled once again, anger pulsing through his veins. "I better thank God that Karen and I forgot our Passports!" He explained. He and Karen had just gotten married yesterday and now he had to deal with the fact that his only daughter was making nice-nice with his new son? That was wrong on so many levels.

"Dad, I'm sorry!" Peyton cried out, looking away from him so that she wouldn't begin to cry. How did she even explain this without sounding like a horrible person?

Larry shook his head once again in complete and utter disbelief? How the hell had this even happened? "Please tell me this was the first time.." He pleaded with his daughter but, upon seeing the look on her face, he knew that it wasn't the truth. Larry's face hardened and he sat down on the bed, feeling like he was about to pass out. "How long has this been going on, Peyton?" He questioned quietly, almost afraid of the answer.

Peyton looked down in shame. No, she wasn't ashamed of her relationship with Lucas. You can't help who you fall in love with and it wasn't like they were even technically related. So what if their parents were married? "Three months.." She practically whispered, looking up at her father sadly.

Larry stood up, getting ready to leave the room. "I want that boy out of this house!" He practically screamed, opening the door. Peyton stood up and pushed the door closed, standing in front of it. "Daddy, I'm in love with him!" She announced quickly, all of the tears that she had been holding in suddenly falling from her eyes at that exact moment.

Peyton took notice of the shocked look that was plastered on her fathers face and, if only for a moment, she feared that she had given him a heart attack. He took a couple of steps back and sat down on the bed, his head resting in his hands. "How did this happen?" He questioned, looking up at his daughter with confusion and horror etched onto his face.

She closed the door fully and walked over to her father, sitting down on the bed next to him. Peyton wiped the tears from her eyes, not sure where she should begin. "I guess it started...The day you told me that Karen was moving in with us.." She recalled quietly, her voice shaking as she began to re-tell the story.

--Flashback--

(Four months ago)

Peyton Sawyer sat in her bedroom, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Her blonde curls bounced off of her shoulders with ease as she finished off applying her lip gloss, smiling at herself. Yes, she was hot. She knew it as well as did half of the school. It wasn't to be self-centered or cocky, but Peyton was the 'it' girl, so to speak. She and her best friend, Brooke, ruled the school. Some even called Peyton the 'Queen Bee'. She was Captain of the Cheerleading Squad, Homecoming Queen, Jr. Prom Queen and everything in between. It was kind of ironic if you sat and thought about it. Everyone saw Peyton as this golden girl, but she wasn't like that at all.

She had insecurities and fears and wants and needs just like anyone else. Why didn't anyone seem to care about her real life issues? She was the talk of the school everytime she got a new boyfriend or went to another party, but no one knew that her mother was dead or that her father had a new girlfriend. As a matter of fact, Peyton hadn't even met this woman yet, but it turns out that she and her son are going to be moving in with Peyton and her father, Larry. Why couldn't Peyton ever have anything to herself? For God's sake--She had to share her father now, too?

She stood from her vanity, throwing the lip gloss into her designer bag. After zipping up the bag and leaving her bedroom, Peyton walked down the stairs, kissed her fathers cheek and went out the door without a word. Her cheerleading skirt swayed from side to side as she walked and, quite honestly, she didn't care. What was anyone going to say to her? It was too short? Get a life.

The keys turned and the blonde pulled out of the driveway of her mansion, Dashboard Confessional blaring from the speakers. She began to sing along with the lyrics of the song, bopping her head around aimlessly. Have you ever driven in your car and had the radio turned up so loud that you could barely hear yourself think? Well, unfortunately, Peyton's radio was blaring and her thoughts still somehow managed to seep through. How insanely annoying.

She pulled into her designated parking space after a couple of seconds and got out of the car in a hurry, looking around the parking lot for her best friend. Peyton hurried over to her, but suddenly stopped, bumping into another hard body. She looked up, shocked to find Lucas Scott hovering over her. Oh God, Peyton. Do something. Speak..Something..

She opened her mouth, but no words seemed to come out. Did Princess Peyton have a crush on Lucas? Lucas was the epitome of what girls like her were supposed to hate. He was a jackass. He was rude and crude and she wasn't all that sure that he showered very often, either. He listened to...Well, the same kind of music that she secretly listened to, but no one really knew that.

Peyton clamped her mouth shut and adjusted the strap of her designer Louis Vuitton messanger bag, unable to break the eye contact. He had such intense blue eyes. She opened her mouth once again, half hoping that she'd be able to think of a rude comeback for him bumping into her. Come on, Peyton! You're supposed to be all great at these things. One stupid boy ignores you and he makes you weak in the knees?

That's right. Peyton was convinced that the only reason that she wanted Lucas was because he didn't show an interest in her. She could have any other boy in this school with the snap of a finger, but Lucas Scott was different. He didn't seem to give a damn about being popular or the fact that she was a cheerleader. As a matter of fact, he seemed more annoyed by it than anything else.

"Watch where you're going.." She finally managed to stutter out, an almost unsoundable groan escaping her lips. Could that have been anymore lame? She didn't seem to think so.

Lucas smirked a dimpled smirk that made Peyton become even more girly. She watched as he opened his mouth and leaned down, his lips grazing against her ear ever so slightly. "..You bumped into me, Princess.." He challenged her before pulling away from her, putting a fake smile on and 'cheerfully' waving to Brooke as she came over to Peyton.

Peyton opened her mouth in shock and rolled her eyes, unable to take them off of him, unfortunately. Brooke followed Peyton's vision and scrunched her nose up in disguist. "I'd give him a six.." She said to no one in particular.

Peyton snapped out of her thoughts and linked her arm with Brooke's, shrugging her shoulders. "I'd give him a three..He's got a nice ass but that's about it." She said, attempting to act like he didn't have an affect on her. Yeah, right. He had just given her freaken goosebumps by speaking to her. If that wasn't a crush, she wasn't so sure what was.

School flew by in a flash and, before she knew it, Peyton was back home and helping her father make dinner. "Remember what I said, Peyton. They're guests in our home. You make them feel welcome.." He said and Peyton had to resist the urge to roll her eyes. She had been taught all about manners when she was six. She really didn't need to learn them again.

She chopped up one of the carrots and popped a piece into her mouth. With that, the blonde leaned in and kissed her father's cheek gently. "I've got it under control, daddy. Don't worry about it." She promised with a smirk, skipping out of the kitchen and up the stairs so that she could begin to get ready for their 'guests'. Why the hell were they even considered guests if they were going to be moving in next week?

Peyton looked in her closet, pulling out a strapless red designer dress. She held it up to her small frame and shrugged, ripping it off of the hanger carelessly. Smile and look pretty even when you feel like shit. That was Peyton Sawyer's way of life. No one seemed to notice the fact that she didn't even enjoy her life. She, quite honestly, couldn't remember the last time that she had fun or did something just for herself.

Once she was dressed the the before mentioned red dress, Peyton heard her father calling her name. She opened her bedroom door and ran down the stairs, face to face with a pretty raven haired woman. "Peyton, this is Karen, my girlfriend..Karen, this is my daughter Peyton." He introdced the two, smiling brightly.

Peyton forced a smile onto her own face for the sake of her father and shook the woman's hand lightly. "It's a pleasure to mee--" Peyton stopped mid sentence, the forced smile on her face dropping when she saw someone else entering the house via front door. She locked eyes with him, unsure of, once again, what she should say. Why did he always do that to her, damnit?

"Peyton Sawyer..." He greeted cockily, standing next to his mother, whom he seemed to tower over.

Peyton swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded her head, her jaw clenched slightly. "Lucas Scott.." She greeted back, her voice quiet and cautious. One thing was for sure. Through all of this, something was bound to happen--And it wasn't going to be pretty.