Anyway, Peyton's not out kicking the homeless at all. In fact, she's sitting in a cemetery trying to light a smoke, only her lighter doesn't work. Whitey comes up to her and says, "A lot of smokers in this place." Peyton replies, "I don't really smoke. I just figured since Nathan and I broke up I've got room for a new bad habit." Whitey laughs, asks if he can sit down, and then does. He doesn't look at Peyton directly, but out into the cemetery instead: "She was quite a gal, your mom. She used to lead cheers for my team too." Peyton looks like she's about to burst into tears. Now, not to defend Peyton or anything, because I know you guys all love to hate her, and don't get me wrong, so do I, but now that I know she's lost her mom, I can kind of understand her behaviour. I went through the same thing when I was her age and it's not something you ever get over; it's something you keep living through. I can see why she's so mixed up, and if her father is anything like mine was, he's probably not coping a heck of a lot better either. Anyway. Whitey continues, "You have her looks." Her voice cracks a little as she says, "I don't really remember her." Whitey says, "Oh, I do. She was a wily one. Your old man didn't stand a chance." Peyton asks, "So what are you doing here? Making a reservation?" He laughs. "You'd better watch it! No. My wife Camilla's buried out here, right over beyond those trees. I couldn't get a word in edgewise when she was alive so I come out here to tell her about things." Peyton asks him if he thinks she's listening. And Whitey does think so, wholeheartedly. Peyton smiles. He says, "I lost my wife just about the time your mother passed away." He takes a deep breath: "That always makes this week one a tough one." She cries, "They're all tough." And wipes a tear away from her cheek. I know your pain, Peyton, and I'm not even joking this time.
Haley congratulates Nathan on his practice exam. They're sitting in his kitchen. She says, "The good news is that you did better, but the bad news is that better is a D." Nathan tells her that he didn't give this one his best shot. She asks what's going on with him. Because Haley is perceptive. She's a smart, smart girl. He says, "Well, you know me and Peyton broke up." Haley: "Peyton and I." Nathan quips, "What, she broke up with you too?" Haley rolls her eyes. Nathan: "I didn't know she was going to take it this hard. She went off on Brooke in practice." Okay, does he really think this is what happened? Or is he playing Haley? Option one means he's totally self-involved and has no idea what his ex-girlfriend is going through. Option two means he's a manipulative bastard who'll use any situation to hurt his half-brother. I can't really tell which one it is. ["I'm going with 'c) both.' Shut up, L'il Zilla." -- Sars] Any. Way. He continues, "I'm kind of worried about her." Haley deadpans, "Well, maybe you should have worried about her more when you were together?" Aw, Nathan looks wounded. "I'm sorry, but come on, it's true." Nathan snits, "No. You don't know the first thing about Peyton and I." Haley rolls her eyes: "Me and Peyton." He whines, "Whatever." Haley takes a sip of her tea and doesn't say anything. Because she's a smart girl who knows when to shut up, and TPTB are trying to make us believe she loves him. It's not a love triangle on this damn show; it's a big old emotional square dance. Nathan loves Peyton, or at least he thinks he does. Peyton's all mixed up about everything. Luke also likes Peyton, but he loves Haley. Haley is starting to have feelings for Nathan. Sheesh. Grab your partner and step to the bloody left.
Peyton and her Angstmobile are parked at a green light again. Luke sees her from his mom's café and comes running outside. She stares right ahead as he stands beside the car and asks, "Why do you do this?" Vroom. Vroom. He hops in the car. She says, "If I were you I'd hop back out now." He refuses, not until she tells him what's going on. The light turns to yellow, and then red, so she takes off. Luke grabs the dashboard for leverage. He shouts, "Come on, Peyton, slow down, come on!" The car races through another red light. Peyton says, "She was driving to school to pick me up. She was late, so she ran a red light. It was one light at the wrong split second and it ended for her." Horns blaze behind them. She nails the gas again and drives through another intersection, barely avoiding oncoming traffic. The car screeches to a halt. She says, "My mom ran one red light. I run them all the time and nothing happens. It's not fair." Luke closes his eyes: "No, it's not." She tells him to get out. He says he can stay if she wants. But she doesn't want him to stay. So he does as he's told, like the good mama's boy he is, and Peyton races off to tempt death in some other way.