Okay. So this story is going to be my well planned story. There was a pretty good description outside... so all that I ask of you guys is to PLEASE review... im begging you... lol... Thanks!

Michelley P.


Chapter One

Could I Forget About The Way It Feels To Touch You? Or All About The Good Times That We've Been Through? The Kiss That Always Makes It Hard To Breathe? The Way You Know Just What I Mean?

I Just Can't Live A Lie- Carrie Underwood

She breathed in the sweet atmosphere of her new classroom, she was finally here. After a long, amazing summer, she was finally sitting in the seat she had dreamt about. Here she was, in Stanford University. She looked around at all the empty seats, laughing at herself for coming so early. But she had been so eager to get back into the school routines, to try and make herself forget about the summer, and to try to remember who she was. She was a smart girl, a quiet girl, a shy girl, but she had certainly managed to break those barriers this summer.

She wondered what her parents would think of her now. The last time she had spoken to them, they hadn't been so proud of her, but she was here now and back to herself, would they be proud now? Maybe, but Haley knew that her parents would never truly admit how ashamed they were of her. And in Haley's mind, it wasn't that big of a deal.

She opened the book in front of her and got out her pen, as random students made their ways into the classroom. Some carrying heavy loads, some bringing nothing at all. Some excited, some bored, and some terrified. She couldn't help but wonder if any of them felt as at home as she did.

Two girls sat behind her, and though Haley wasn't usually the stereotypical type, she could see what kind of girls they were, not exactly Stanford material. They were both really pretty, and sitting directly in the seats behind her, made her feel terribly uncomfortable. One girl, with blond curly hair sat almost quietly, sort of ignoring her friend, while she drew on her notebook. The other girl, talked quickly and excitedly about how she had heard that the teacher was supposed to be some kind of hot shot. Of course, she emphasized the hot.

Haley couldn't help but listen. She was humorous, a brunette, a girl who would have definitely been head cheerleader back in Haley's old school. She didn't want to judge, but she really was starting to not like her at all.

"Ladies." A male voice roared behind her. The brunette begun to laugh pathetically as the guy sat next to her. "I hope this seat wasn't taken." Haley heard him say.

"Not a chance!" The brunette giggled again. "Brooke Davis." She said, and in the corner of Haley's eye she noticed as Brooke reached out and shook the man's hand. "And you are?"

"Nathan Scott." He smirked back. Haley begged herself to not even notice them. But before she knew it, her head was turning and she was looking back at the handsomest man she had ever seen. He had dark hair and amazing eyes, a build like an athlete. She turned again quickly, and took a deep breath. She swore she'd hold back on any romance this year. It was her year to shine in school, in a way she had in highschool, but in a way that had gone unnoticed. She truly didn't need any distractions. This was her first English class of the year, and though she had struggled a little with English in highschool, she had planned on doing much better this year.

"Peyton Sawyer." The other girl responded as the Nathan held out his hand to her. Haley almost laughed out loud at Peyton, she actually seemed bored around such a hot shot.

"So Brooke, what was this you were telling me about the hot professor?" Peyton teased.

"Who?" Brooke genuinely seemed confused, like all it took was another hot man to get the other off of her mind.

Peyton laughed a little, "That's what I thought."

More students piled into the classroom, as the seats around her became filled and the other voices drowned out the sounds of the girls behind her. Haley looked down at her wrist, at the bracelet the dangled across her desk, and sighed. She missed him. That only person she had ever met that spoke like her, understood her, and really made her fall for him. She missed him. And she really wished he could have been with her now. But the last time she heard from him, he had to take a new job somewhere out west, and as far as she was concerned, she wouldn't see him again. She wished she had known she'd be here, before the summer ended. But when he left Haley wasn't even sure if she'd get here, due to finances, and she didn't really feel like sharing that with him. So right now, she didn't know where he was, and he didn't know where she was. And that was how her parents liked it.

"Alright!" A voice boomed in the front of the room. "I know I'm late, but can you please settle down?" It roared again. Haley stopped playing with the bracelet on her wrist and stared at the front of the room, her heart in her throat.

"It doesn't look like we'll get much done today, but this is a fairly small class, so why don't we just all get acquainted?" Haley couldn't see his face well, because of the tall gentleman sitting directly in front of her, but now and then the guy would slump down in his seat, and she'd get a glimpse of the professor's blond hair, bobbing around.

"Oh god Brooke, you were right, he's hot." Peyton whispered as Haley's heart began to pound at the sight of him.

"That's my brother." Nathan groaned, and ducked down in his seat.

"My name is Lucas Scott, but I guess that'll be Mr. Scott to you guys." He smiled. The guy in front of Haley slumped down more and pulled his ball cap way down over his eyes, already finding himself bored with the class, and Haley got a full view of what she was dealing with here.

There he is, Haley thought, as she grabbed the bracelet on her wrist again. She looked around for an exit, not being able to believe this was happening. Lucas was continuing with the introductions, there was a Tim, a Glenda and a Jimmy in her class... but as Haley began to panic, the sounds of everyone else's voices became muffled. She looked up at him again, those eyes, and that mouth. His arms and legs, his whole body, made her weak. It was supposed to be her year, no distractions, but it was too late, he had ruined it all. Really, what would her parents think?

"Ha..." Mr. Scott's voice trailed off. She watched him swallow hard and almost stop breathing, and she knew that there was no use in trying to get out now, he knew she was there, and he remembered everything that happened that summer just as well as she did. It wasn't a dream, but it could possibly be a nightmare.

"Haley... James." He finally got out. He looked around and Haley slowly raised her hand to show she was there. Scanning the room, he finally found her, and there was a long pause. Finally he cleared his throat, becoming professional once more.

"It's good to have you in the class, Ms. James." He spoke softly, smiling at her. Her heart raced again when he smiled, and she couldn't help but smile back.

Haley raced out of the class amongst the crowd. She could see him looking around, trying to find her, but she ducked between the people and finally found a comfort zone outside the classroom. She pressed her back against the wall around the corner and let go of the breath she had been holding ever since he entered the classroom. How was this possible? How could he be where she was? And most importantly, why did they both have to be in a position where it was so forbidden?

She ran her fingers through her hair, and as she licked her lips she could have sworn she could still taste him. Though she knew they'd never be together again, there was a feeling in her stomach that told her that no matter what, she'd always feel the same way about him. She wondered if this would be one of those things, that would start out so innocent but suddenly cross the line. But she promised herself it wouldn't be like that, she swore that her education would come first, and she wouldn't let a little thing like love come in the way.


"Yes, Gram." Haley sighed. She laid back on her bed, with her room door sightly cracked open. She could hear the other people moving in hurriedly, and smiled at how organized she had been about her moving, and how quickly she had gotten in.

"The dorm is fine." She reassured her grandmother, "No, no boys on my floor. I won't. I know. In my building? I don't think so." She sat up and looked out in the hall where she could hear two girls giggling loudly. "I'm going to go. Yes Gram, I'll call you tomorrow." Laying down her phone, she peaked around the corner of the door to see the blond and brunette from class earlier that day standing right next to her door.

Brooke pushed the door open and looked in at her, with a huge grin on her face, "is your grandma afraid that you might talk to a boy while you're away at college?" She laughed, "It's okay, don't worry, you just tell Grammy that we'll keep her little princess as innocent as a..." She searched around for a word, her smile fading as she thought hard.

"As a what?" Haley interrupted her thoughts. "I mean, you got into Stanford but you can't think of a simple word to use?"

"Brooke doesn't need brains!" Peyton laughed, wrapping her arm around Brooke's shoulders, as Brooke laughed loudly again, "She just needs to keep sleeping with the Dean, and she'll pass her courses with flying colors."

"Really?" Haley said, not too surprised, "Well aren't you lucky, you didn't even have to work hard to get into this school... not like the rest of us!" she said with sarcasm. She could see Brooke start to quiet down, so she turned her attention from Brooke to Peyton.

"What about you?" She nodded at her, "How'd you get in here?" Peyton stepped into Haley room and looked around.

She shrugged, "Guess I'm smart." She smiled. Haley didn't say anything for awhile, she just looked at Peyton who actually seemed to be taking interest in her, and even though Haley had just shot down her best friend, and her somewhat... Peyton was still being generally kind.

Haley looked around, a little uncomfortable, "I'm Haley." She finally said in a quiet voice.

"Peyton." She smiled back. "Well, we're just across the hall so... feel free to drop by at any time."

"Or drop dead at anytime, whatever." Brooke sneered. Haley shot her a look as Peyton pushed her out the door, mouthing 'I'm Sorry.'


"... but it didn't matter how much Prufrock wanted the companionship, because in the end he was too shy to even try." Mr. Scott went on to explain in the first real English class. He glanced around the class, wondering if anyone was really paying attention to him. He had loved English his whole life, and he was finally teaching it in the context he had always wanted to. When this year started, he has so many expectations. He was twenty nine years old, the youngest in his faculty, and had so much to learn from the other teachers and the students.

But the day that he walked in this class, was the day it had all changed. Not only because he'd be teaching his brother and his friends, who seemed as old as he did, but, he'd be teaching Haley James. He took a deep breath at the sight of her listening to him passionately in the back of his class. Haley James. He honestly thought that when he left her behind last summer, it'd be the last he would see of her, but here he was, standing in the same room as she, but could he even so much as hold her hand? No.

"Um..." he started again, looking at the back of the class where Haley was. He made eye contact with her quickly and then searched for something more to say to the class, praying that having her there wouldn't alter his teaching skills, and that his love for her wouldn't outweigh his love for English. "For the next couple weeks we will be discussing Prufrock, and I'm hoping that you will all contribute more to this class." he looked around, knowing that it was doubtful. "Does anyone have an views about Prufrock now?"

"I just don't understand." A small voice said. "What exactly was Prufrock's problem?"

"Prufrock's problem was that he was aging, and still couldn't find love." Lucas answered.

"No." Another voice chimed in. Lucas's heart began to race as he heard her speak for the first time in over a month.

"No?" He questioned her in a very shaky voice.

"No." She replied back, she looked him right in the eye, wishing she hadn't said anything. He was the teacher and who was she to contradict his points? But he was Lucas, and she knew he'd take them into consideration, "his problem wasn't that he couldn't find love, but at first, that he was too high maintenance, and truly, he was too shy and self conscious to go near any woman. He always thought about the love he'd like to have, but he was so afraid of that love, that he ended up convincing himself that it wouldn't work." Everyone stared at her, and Brooke giggled behind her, but her and Lucas continued their staring contest, even as the bell rang and the students made their way out of the class.

Lucas could tell she finally wanted to speak to him, and he knew they should. So as she got up to leave, slowly walking to the front of the room, they both waited for the rest of the students to completely leave the classroom view, and Lucas shut the door.

They both just stood there, looking at one another.

"I can't believe you're here." Lucas finally broke the silence. Haley slowly walked towards him, as if some sort of magnetic force was pulling her. She got closer to him than she should have, and slid her books onto his desk.

"Is this going to be... a problem?" She asked honestly, with a desperate look on her face.

"Us? I like to believe we're not the problem," Lucas smiled, "but that everything else around us is the problem."

She laughed at him, and between them she hooked her index finger with his thumb, wishing she hadn't, but knowing that there was no way she would be able to fight it, she needed to touch him, to breathe him in. "Doubtful." She said in a quiet voice.

Lucas took a deep breath, trying to control himself around her. He looked around, at the empty courtyard outside the window, and the closed door and empty class. Finally, he placed his hand on the side of her neck, pulling her closer and looking at her intensely.

Haley felt a numbing sensation going through her body when he touched her, and her breaths got shorter. Without delay, she plunged towards him, her mouth colliding with his. Such a relieved feeling swept through her body, that it almost felt like they had just broke this huge barrier between them. As if for the past couple days there had been a glass wall, blocking them from each other, but now the wall had broken and they could do whatever they wanted.

"I've missed you so much." He whispered into her neck breathlessly as he lifted her on top of his desk.

"Oh..." She moaned, arching her neck back, "me too." She felt his fingers making their way up her skirt, tracing circles on her thigh. And she pulled away for a minute. "Luke. We can't be doing this."

He sighed, squeezing her thigh and kissing the side of her mouth. "I know. I'm sorry."

"Don't be." She smiled at him, holding his face in her hands. She looked around, and then leaned down and kissed him one last time. This time, it was soft and slow, passionate.

"I love you, Haley." He sighed, resting his head on her shoulder. But Haley just slid off of the desk and landed in front of him.

She looked at him, and he knew what she was thinking. He had told her he loved her so many times, and she had never once said it back. But it was okay for him, because he knew she wasn't really ready for that.

"I have to go." she whispered, her chin quivering. She squeezed his hand and let go slowly as she walked past him. He just nodded and let out a long breath, astonished.


There you go. It gets better. Can You PLEASE review: D

Michelley P.