Say Anything Else Chapter 1: Say Anything Else, an one tree hill fanfic

Story Title: Say Anything Else

Rating/Rating Reason: PG-13/T (mostly) for cursing and some sexual content.

Major Characters: Rachel, Nathan, Hailey

Minor Characters: The rest of the One Tree Hill characters

Couple Pairings: Nathan/Rachel, Nathan/Haley

Summary: What happens when the objects of forbidden affections is thrown upon you? Do you take, or leave it? This is the story of lives intertwined.

"Lil mama I think it's time for you to leave."

So that's how it started. I was left to look like a fool and storm out of the biggest party of the year, alone and soaked in water. I could see my natural red locks starting to curl in the wetness and though it wasn't that heartbreaking, it just made the moment hurt more. By this time I was already stomping out to my car, and I was just recently discovering how hard it is to open the door. I was too angry to see what I was doing, my eyes watering with hot tears, blocking my vision. Everything following was somewhat a blur.. I just started pounding on my car, kicking and punching and banging at it with all my might. And then he showed up. The smell hit my nose before I ever felt his breath his my neck for the quick moment, and he placed a firm hand on my shoulder to calm me down, but all it did was make my madder. I swirved around quickly and harshly, gritting my teeth.

"Don't touch me. Don't FUCKING touch me," I said in a voice too hostel for my own liking. I knew I was over reacting, my voice cracking and vunerable. It was as if I was talking to him like he had assulted me.

His usually suttle gray eyes flickered in the darkness of the night, his face softening, "Rachel, look I'm just trying to help you out. What's wrong with you?"

My heart pounded, my body shuddered, and my hands pushed him further away from me. It felt crowded. He couldn't be this close, not here. "There's nothing wrong with me! I'm fine, so stop trying to 'help me out'! You dont care about me, all you care about is that bitch inside! So don't play me for some stupid slut, because I'm not!"

What I was saying wasn't even making sense anymore. I was shooting my mouth off to places unseen and it was driving me crazy that he could just stand here and taught me like that. Even if it wasn't on purpose...

A step closer.

"Don't push me away Rachel!"

Another step. His voice is low, bedroom voice, and his breath hit my damp face with a bit of a sting. In almost a whisper he let out, "Not again."

So then he's too close to bare and fuck I feel myself letting him get to me. I shudder, stepping back so that I've hit my car and I'm pressing against it for dear life. The look in his eyes tell me he knows he's wrong for this, and he just gets closer and closer.

So I keep up my fight, my will power to stay mad at him, but I can't yell anymore. "Don't touch me. Don't fucking touch me. I hate you."

He doesn't believe me, hell, I don't believe me. All he has to do is pin me to the car and I'm his. But I told him not to touch me and I know that I can't stop him so I just, walk past him, to the hood of the car, anyway to avoid what I know he's searching for.

"You don't hate me," he says in a voice all to familiar to myself. It's that voice of self-doubt, and at the same time I know it's because he's trying to convince himself of the same.

But I nod, grinning. I've found his weak spot. Shaking my head I continue, "I...I never even liked you. I figure, hey, why not just fuck the guy for the hell of it. I mean, I'd never screwed a married guy, it would've been fun. So things didn't go as planned. Oh well, I can just move on. You have a wife who your supposed to be loyal to, but I'm free. And I can hate you all I want. Because now I know your the loser who's tryna win me back."

"Fuck you, Rachel," he says with so much hurt in his voice that it goes straight to the center of my heart. He turns to walk back to the house, but my speaking stops him.

"You already had your chance to do that, slut. You are a slut. Slept with her two best friends, and now trying to sleep with me. God you've probably screwed one of your sisters-in-law," I shot back. I know it was unfair to him. I was way better a screwing with people's emotions than he was. I smirked, laughing evily because something on his face told me I'm right about something or he's starting to believe it himself.

"Nothing to say huh? All of it's true," I began, stepping closer this time, "You kiss your wife with that mouth?"

And his eyes burn like fire as he grabs my amrs, pushing my back onto the hood of the car. The impact is harsh, and I let out a groan in reaction. I can hear his harsh breathing and his twisted face melts into a hurt one and I know he needs this just as much as I want it.

I end my sentence, "You kiss me with that mouth..."

And just as fast his lips are crashing against mine, and my legs are wrapped around his waist so I don't slide down the hood. Between us is a mix of gasping, heavy breathing, kissing, and soft whimpers. Who's can't be distigushed, but I know that one hand is on my cheek and the other under my back, hoisting me upwards to meet his lips, and both my hands are busy in his own deep brown tresses.

And I only wish it never ends.

Author's Note: So I know this could be a one shot, but I got enough review I would make it a story. I do not own OTH, or the song 'Say Anything Else' by Cartel. R&R!