Sure, I believe in fate. I believe fate throws circumstances our way that we never expected nor wanted. But in the end, it's our choices that effect life. We decide what to do. Wrong or right.

Maybe that's my problem. I never make the right choice.


I watch her as she puts one foot on the bleacher to tie her shoe. Her legs are toned and tan and I can't help but admire her.

At first I thought what I was feeling for her was jealousy. But we both know that isn't it anymore.

She turns around and notices me looking. She gives me a quick wink before walking away towards her boyfriend.

Yup, that's right. She has a boyfriend. Hot-shot Nathan Scott. What does she even see in that boy? He's all attitude and cocky-ness. He's the same jerk that he's always been.

Just as a surge of jealousy rips through me I feel muscular arms wrap around me from behind. It's the other Scott brother. I'm sure you've heard of him by now. Sensitive, broody, artsy Lucas Scott.

"Hey, baby." He kisses my cheek. I can feel the heat radiating off of him. He just finished practice.

"Hey." I answer with no emotion. My thoughts are still revolving around a certain redhead who happens to be all over her boyfriend right now. God, couldn't she have left the gym first? Skank.

"So you still up for going to the movies with Rachel and Nate?"

I barely acknowledge his question. "Uh, sure. Whatever." I lean in and kiss him. Hard.

After a few moments I pull away and glance over my shoulder. Oh, yeah. She totally saw that.


"I just don't get why we have to see a horror movie! I hate them." Lucas complained as we all slumped into our movie seats. Nathan had the outside seat, Rachel and I were in the middle, and Lucas last.

"Dude, don't be such a girl." Nathan insulted. Rachel snickered and I couldn't help but smile.

"Whatever." Lucas sulked.

"Aw, come on. Don't get all broody on me already."

"I thought you loved it when I got broody?"

I quickly kissed him. "Okay, maybe I do."

The movie started up and of course I was scared shitless. I love it though. What's the point of a scary movie if it isn't scary?

At one point the creepy stalker jumps out on screen and the music escalates. Instinctively I grab the nearest hand. It just happens to be Rachel's.

She looks at me with a smirk before turning to face the screen. We don't let go.

My desire to kiss her grows. I can't help it. I know it's wrong but I don't care.

She leans over and whispers in my ear, inadvertently causing my back to arch just a little.

Her touch, her voice, her smell, everything. It just gets to me. I can't explain it.

"I have to pee."

I giggle. "That's nice."

"Go to the bathroom with me."

We tell the boys and then we go to the bathroom, never losing contact. To Nathan and Lucas and the outside world, Rachel and I are just friends. We get away with holding hands and the occasional hug.

As soon as we get into a stall and lock it Rachel's lips are instantly attached to mine. She pushes me against the stall wall and deepens the kiss. Her hands begin to roam. They start on my hips but one is gently venturing higher. Her left hand plays with the hem of my shirt as the right one touches my side, my arm, and finally tangles itself in my hair.

I don't get this feeling from being with Lucas. This heat. This desire.

I want her. Every time I see her in school, at cheerleading practice, with Nathan, I want her.

But we both know we can't be. We have to much at stake. To much to lose. Our reputations would be ruined.

So that's why when we hear someone enter the bathroom we pull apart. Rachel puts her forehead to mine and waits for her breathing to even out. Then she fixes my slightly messed up hair and pulls down my shirt. She kisses me one last time then steps out of the stall.

"Come on, Penelope. We're missing a good movie."

I smile at her. "Shut up Gattina. And I told you not to call me that!"


She's dating the superstar basketball player and I'm dating his brother. But I think I'm in love with her.

So tell me, fate. Why is it that I make the wrong choice over and over again? I know it's wrong. Everyone knows it's wrong. But it feels so right.

I can't get her out of my system.