Okay, but you're not like mad or anything, are you? 'Cause Lucas seems to think you're gonna be mad about this. Also, it's kinda your fault for not really thinking about these kinds of things when party planning for Tric. I was dressed as Cleopatra, for God's sake, and he was a very, very hot and might I add shirtless Antony. What did you think was gonna happen? That almost sounded hopeful, P. Sawyer.
Desk. Just...desk. We were a little too tipsy to figure out the mechanics of the chair...Anyway, you're a rich, successful independent record label owner now. Buy your own chair! Caleb might take pity on you though, since he's such a nice guy. Me, however? Come on, you've known me long enough to know I'm not such a nice girl.
I think you did. And hey, at least I care enough to share. Which is more than I could say for you that one time I wanted to know all about you and Jake.
Chair, desk, whatever! I still sit there! I still have to do my work there! Oh I definitely won't make the mistake of leaving my office door unlocked again. Count on that!
That's why I didn't want to talk about it! Not to mention Jake was sitting right there!
Ugh, really, P. Sawyer, stop being such a prude! And anyway, who cares if you leave it locked? You seem to forget the time I broke into the Tutor Center with Rachel and stole the Calculus key. Do you seriously think I can't break into your office?
Okay, but we were at a wedding. It's not like we were at a funeral or anything. And again, I repeat: so?
Me a prude? Come on, we both know that's nowhere near true. And really, Brooke. All the places you can have sex and you're hung up on my office? Seriously.
So? So Jake was right there! You can't really dish about sex with a guy when the guy is right there!
You're the one with the hang up, P. Sawyer. It was just a thing. I never had a clue it would turn into such a big deal. I mean, if you got your naughty in back in my high rise corner office in New York City, I'd be happy for you. I wouldn't even make you replace my desk or the chair you hadn't even had sex on in the first place. It's just an office. And anyway, you're just jealous that I got to it first!
I've done lots of dishing about me and Caleb, and he's right here reading it. He's obviously not exactly thrilled about it, but he's not like breaking up with me over it either. Have a little faith, Peyton.
Okay, see, the maybe? Was proof enough that I don't really need an admission anymore.
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I really didn't need all the details.
You wish.
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I think you did. And hey, at least I care enough to share. Which is more than I could say for you that one time I wanted to know all about you and Jake.
Maybe.
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You asked me in a church!
Oh really?
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So?
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That's why I didn't want to talk about it! Not to mention Jake was sitting right there!
Admit it.
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Okay, but we were at a wedding. It's not like we were at a funeral or anything. And again, I repeat: so?
You admit it.
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So? So Jake was right there! You can't really dish about sex with a guy when the guy is right there!
You started this. You admit it. And maybe I will.
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I've done lots of dishing about me and Caleb, and he's right here reading it. He's obviously not exactly thrilled about it, but he's not like breaking up with me over it either. Have a little faith, Peyton.
Okay, see, the maybe? Was proof enough that I don't really need an admission anymore.
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