Summary: 'Oh what a tangled web we weave.' as the citizens of Tree Hill will soon find out when their lives are intertwined in ways they could never have expected. (Completely AU.)

(A/N) If you're uncomfortable with mature content i suggest you skip Clay and Nate's conversation lol. Also i shall be using different song titles as the chapter titles, but the songs from which they are from have no meaning to the chapters themselves, okay. Please enjoy and let me know what you think... Thank you.

Our Tangled Web Of…

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Chapter One

I Write Sins Not Tragedies

Three boys sat together on an old looking bench. There was no one else around at this time of night, as the three of them talked in hushed panicked voices. Well, only one of them was panicking. The other two looked quite amused, as the younger one of the three jumped off the bench and started pacing along the ground of the old basketball court.

"Oh man. What am I gonna do you guys?" he ran his hands through his dark hair. "She said if I don't get my grades up soon, Whitey's gonna bench me for the rest of the season."

"And you know how well dad will take that." the blonde one smirked.

The younger boy stopped pacing long enough to glare at him. "It's not funny, Lucas."

"It kind of is, man." the eldest one of the three finally spoke, with a smirk that was rather similar to the blonde sitting next to him. "I mean… I can't believe you're getting so bent out of shape over what one teacher said to you."

"You don't know Miss James, okay." he sighed. "She's not like the other teachers who let me get away with this kind of stuff, just because my last name is Scott. She's different. She's more like…"

"A bitch." the eldest one offered his blunt opinion.

"She's not a bitch, Nathan! Don't call her that!"

"Oh, I'm sorry." came his sarcastic reply. "I didn't realise baby bro was so hot for teacher." To say Nathan was surprised would be an understatement. His usually meek little brother had actually yelled at him.

Because he; like everyone else in this god-forsaken town, were scared of the eldest Scott brother. Nathan had quite a temper on him and if you were smart, you wouldn't piss him off. The last guy that had been stupid enough to get on his bad side, ended up in the hospital for weeks. He could still remember the sound of the guy screaming in pain, as Nathan broke his wrist and fingers, while beating him bloody. Yeah. His big brother had been arrested more times than he cared to remember. But he never actually did time for any of it. Nathan was usually only locked up for a night, a few days or a week at most.

But, that's what happens when your father is the town's mayor. People always turned a blind eye to anything and everything that you did.

And everybody loved Dan Scott. The man was like a local legend or something.

The teenager was brought out of his reverie, when he heard his other brother, Lucas chuckle. "Now we know why this is bothering you so much, Coop." he grinned. "It's not so much about dad finding out. You just don't want Miss James upset with you."

Cooper rolled his eyes at them. "That's not what it's about." he lied, as he scraped the tip of his shoe on the court. It was a nervous habit he had.

"Sure it isn't." the two older boys spoke in unison.

Nathan suddenly got up from the bench and stood in front of his little brother. Cooper couldn't help but take a step back. At 6ft 3 and all muscle, his big brother was rather intimidating to say the least. Lucas was only two inches shorter than Nathan and was more lean than muscular. While Cooper on the other hand was a foot shorter than both his brothers, at 5ft 7.

"Maybe I should have a word with Miss James." Nathan smirked at the look that now crossed his little brother's face. "Try and persuade her to change her mind about your grades."

Cooper felt a cold sweat at the back of his neck. He knew exactly what his brother was implying and no way in hell was he gonna let him anywhere near his gorgeous english teacher.

He cleared his throat. "She has a boyfriend, y'know." he told him.

"Like I care."

He knew he was gonna say that. Because as far as Nathan Scott was concerned, if they weren't married or at least engaged to be, then they were fair game. He may be the eldest, but he always got what he wanted. Especially when it came to girls. They were always so drawn to his 'bad-boy' persona. It really pissed Cooper off. And even though he thought without a doubt in his mind, that his teacher, Miss James would never be interested in a guy like his brother, Nate. Cooper knew that wouldn't stop him from trying to charm the pants off of her.

Literally.

"You're so not her type, Nathan." he told him in a low voice.

"And how the hell would you know her type, Cooper?" he returned, but in a louder voice.

Lucas sat there and watched in quiet amusement, as his older brother by two years and his younger brother by eight years, stared each other down. Looking at his watch, he noticed it was getting pretty damn late and Cooper had school in the morning. He decided to break things up, before Nathan started being a dick to the poor kid.

"Hey Nate." he started, as he too got up from the bench. "Stop teasing the boy, man. You don't wanna break his little heart, do you."

Nathan smirked at Lucas, before looking back at Cooper. "Yeah, your right. I mean if Coop likes her, she can't be that hot then." he chuckled as he put his little brother in a headlock and gave him a noogie, before letting go and walking off towards his parked car.

"Later nerds!" he yelled out his open window at them as he started the engine. He laughed when he noticed Lucas flip him off.

Cooper rubbed his head as he watched his brother drive off, with the bass from his car stereo blaring 'California Love'. Sighing he turned to Lucas. "Why does he always have to be like that?"

"Because he was dropped on his head repeatedly as a child." his other brother joked. "Come on little brother." Lucas put his arm over his shoulder. "Let's get you home."

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Haley James sighed to herself for what felt like the hundredth time that night. Reaching into her purse, she took out her cellphone to check the time.

Again.

0:10 am

She'd been sat in this bar for over two hours now, waiting for her boyfriend to show up. Just as she was about to place her phone back in her purse, Haley was surprised and disappointed to see the name (Eric) flashing up on the screen. If he was calling her, then that only meant one thing…

"You're not coming." was the first thing she said as soon as she accepted the call. It was a statement. Not a question.

"I'm sorry, baby. I'll make it up to you. Promise."

Haley closed her eyes as a sigh left her lips once more. "This night was supposed to be you making it up to me." she reminded him. "Y'know for forgetting our anniversary last week." Haley could feel tears prickling her eyes, but quickly held them back. She refused to cry and especially in front of all these people.

"I know." she heard him sigh on the other end. "But I have to work, Haley."

"So what else is new?" she muttered to herself.

"Don't be like that. Look. I'm working late tonight. And tomorrow night. But Saturday night I'm all yours, okay?"

"Okay." she replied gently. "That's fine. Until Saturday night comes and you leave me waiting around for you again like a complete idiot. And then finally decide to call hours later to let me know you can't even make it then, either. Because you have to work late, yet again!"

By the end of her little speech, Haley had been raising her voice pretty loudly, that some of the patrons were now looking over at her. But if she was being completely honest. She just didn't care anymore.

"Whoa! I don't know where the hell that came from? But how about I call you tomorrow, when your not so PMS?"

"Don't bother!" she yelled once again, before hanging up and turning off her cellphone. The nerve of him! Haley threw her phone back in her purse, as she signalled to the bartender. She was so done nursing the same virgin drink.

She quickly downed the rest of it's contents, then lifted her glass to the bartender, who was now in front of her. "Give me something stronger." she told him. "And make it a double."

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"…So anyway, Nate." the guy paused to take a sip of his beer. "Like I was saying. I get this chick back to my place, right. And before I can even open the door… Man, she's on her knees, practically rips open my fly, pulls out my dick and starts sucking on it like her life depends on it or something."

Nathan laughed at that as he drank his own beer. His best friend, Clay Evans always had a wild sexcapade to brag about. Lucky bastard. "Where do you find these chicks, man?"

"I don't find them, Nate. They find me." he smugly corrected him. "But that wasn't even the best part."

Nathan moved the bottle away from his lips in surprise. "There's more?"

"Oh yeah." Clay smirked. "So, you remember my bitchy, little stuck-up neighbour, right?"

"You mean the nun." he corrected him. "The one who called you the 'child of satan' six times, while rubbing the gold cross around her neck."

Clay shook his head in denial. "Nope. No. She was not a nun." he suddenly had a big grin on his face. "And even if she was. She sure as hell ain't gonna be one anymore."

Nathan's eyes went wide with realisation at what Clay was now implying. "You didn't?"

"Oh I did." Clay confirmed with a shit-eating grin. "Not my first threesome, as you know. But definitely unique."

"Holy shit." Nathan laughed. "How the fuck did you manage that?"

"I honestly don't know, man. I'm in the hallway of my apartment building, getting head. Next thing I know my neighbour's door opens. And she just stands there, watching, as this chick continues to suck me off." Clay has some more to drink as he reminisces with a smile. "And I swear to you now, Nate. She was getting off on it." He watched Nathan shake his head in disbelief, as he continued. "So anyway… blondie?… uh?… the one on her knees…"

Typical Clay.

Of course he couldn't remember their names. Mind you, Nathan could be just as bad, though not as bad as Clay. In fact he didn't think any guy was as bad as Clay.

"She stands up, turns to my neighbour and says…'you can join us if you want. But I get to go first.' Then takes my key, opens the door and walks straight to my bedroom. I look back at my neighbour, who can't take her eyes off of my cock. And, I'm still hard by the way, cos I haven't cum yet, right." Clay takes another drink. "So, before I even have the chance to open my mouth, neighbour girl, grabs my hand and tells me she hasn't had sex in years, but she'd really like me to 'make love' to her. Those were her words. Not mine. So being the generous guy that I am…"

Nathan had to roll his eyes in amusement at that.

"I led her into my place, straight through to my bedroom and reawakened her sexual spirit." he finished with a very smug grin. "Along with the help of a very dirty blonde, of course."

Nathan couldn't believe it. And the worst part was he knew Clay wasn't lying, about any of it. His neighbour had absolutely hated the guy. Now she wouldn't stop blushing and stuttering whenever she saw him. At least Nathan knew why now.

"Oh. And did I forget to mention that she happens to be in a relationship with a blonde chick now, too." Clay grinned.

"You're shitting me?" Nathan watched as Clay shook his head. "You can't mean…"

"Yep. You guessed it. That blonde chick."

Nathan chuckled as he finished off his beer. "I fucking hate you, man." he told him with a smirk.

Clay laughed along with him. "Hey. Don't hate the player, Nate. Hate the game."

"Fuck you."

Clay just laughed louder at that, as he soon finished off his own beer. "But wouldn't you rather fuck her instead." he claimed, gesturing with his now empty beer bottle to the woman sitting at the bar. "Cos if you don't, then I definitely would."

Nathan turned to look at the woman in question. "She does look good from behind." he commented.

"She also looks lonely." Clay pointed out. "Why don't you be a good boy and buy her a drink."

Nathan turned back to him with a smirk on his face. "Y'know what. I think I will."

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Downing yet another glass of— whatever special cocktail concoction her new friend Mr bartender had whipped up for her, Haley was pretty much on her way to being really drunk. And you know what? It felt good. She hadn't gotten this drunk in a long-ass time. She was only twenty-four years old for god's sake. She hadn't lived in this town for very long. She also happened to teach english at the local high school 'Tree Hill High,' to a bunch of cocky, asinine-remark-making, snarky little shit-heads, who acted like they knew everything. Her boyfriend was a dick, who was always canceling their dates. Because apparently 'work' was far more important than their relationship. So why the hell shouldn't she live a little?

Well, that kind of had to do with the reason she usually didn't get this drunk.

Haley looked around for— Ollie? Oscar? Orson? Whatever the bartender's name was. "Could I get a refill please?" she called out to him. He signalled with his finger (one minute) as he was now busy serving a few college-looking skanks, who were all flirting with him and some tall guy with dark hair. Haley just rolled her eyes. "Great." she grumbled to herself. "Passed over for a couple of fake blondes. Story of my life."

Was there really no one else serving drinks in here tonight?

She was getting impatient and thought about just getting a cab home, when…

"Here." came a deep voice that was suddenly close to her ear. "You looked like you needed it."

Haley turned to her left to see the same tall guy with dark hair, now sliding on to the bar-stool next to her. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." he smiled at her. "I asked Owen what you'd been drinking, so I knew what to order for you."

Owen! That was his name. She knew it began with an O.

"Unless you'd like me to order you something else?"

"No, I'm fine." she assured him as she brought the glass to her glossy lips.

"You sure are." he replied slyly checking her out, as he put out his hand. "I'm Nathan."

She glanced at it for a few seconds, before placing her hand in his much larger one. "Haley."

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By the time they had reached the floor of his apartment, Nathan was almost certain he was gonna have his own crazy sex story to tell Clay tomorrow. He had already lost his shirt, when this woman— Haley had literally ripped it off of him while they were making-out in the elevator.

That was fucking hot.

He now had her pinned up against the wall next to his door, with her incredible legs wrapped around his waist. The top half of her dress had dropped and Nathan felt himself get even harder at the sight of her dark blue lace bra, that went well with her dress and accentuated her full breasts very nicely. He started kissing her neck and gently sucking on her pulse point, when she suddenly let out a loud moan.

Guess he found her weak spot, then.

Haley's mind was so foggy, what with all the alcohol she'd consumed tonight and this guy— Nathan was driving her crazy, that she just couldn't think straight. She felt one of his big calloused hands cupping her through the thin material of her bra, before tugging it aside, so he was actually touching her flesh. "Mmm."

Nathan slowly kissed his way down from her neck, to the valley between her breasts, until he moved his head to his right where he then placed his mouth over her ripe nipple.

Haley ran her fingers through his luscious raven hair, pushing him closer to her breast as he started to suck on her nipple, running his tongue around the tip a few times, before gently tugging on it with his teeth.

They were both so lost in a sexual haze, that they didn't hear the footsteps that were getting closer to where they were, until it was too late.

"Jesus Christ! Take it inside, would ya!"

Nathan turned his head to see his neighbour glaring at them with disgust. He just smirked at the guy, before gently placing Haley back on her feet. "Oh, I plan to." he told him, before quickly opening his door and pulling Haley inside with him.

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Haley very slowly opened her eyes, before she snapped them shut again. Her head was pounding, like a truck had gone over it a few times. Her body ached all over and just trying to sit up was a task all it's own.

What the hell happened last night?

Placing the fingers of her left hand to her temple, Haley rubbed slow circles as she took in her surroundings. The first thing she made note of was the fact that she was not in her room, or even her apartment for that matter. Hell she wasn't even in a bed.

No wonder she was aching.

She was lying on a hard wooden floor, with just a thin blanket covering her very naked body. And…

Wait. What?

Naked!?

"Why the hell am I naked?" she muttered under her breath.

Glancing around some more, Haley noticed her beautiful dark blue lace, mini-dress was crumpled up on the floor like a piece of trash. Her bra was flung over a knocked over lampshade. And her matching panties were— Haley let out a quiet gasp at the state of them. Standing up as best as she could, she made her way over to them. Picking them up between her fingers, Haley could see that half of the dark blue lace had been torn.

"These were brand new." she complained to herself, as she dropped the pitiful excuse now for underwear, back on the floor.

Haley turned back around to where she'd been sleeping and noticed for the first time since waking up, that she wasn't alone. A man. A naked man, with dark hair was sleeping with his back faced towards her. The blanket that had been covering her, barely covered his ass, let alone the rest of him.

"Shit." she whispered. "I've got to get out of here before he wakes up."

With that thought in mind, Haley as quickly and as quietly as she could, grabbed her dress and slipped it back on. She then picked up her bra. Looking around again she noticed her purse on a small end table. Opening it she stuffed her bra inside, before walking over to where her black four inch heels were. Picking them up, Haley held them in one hand as she made her way to the front door. Opening it as quietly as she could manage, she looked to see if the guy was still asleep.

Luckily for her he was.

Haley took one last look around to make sure she didn't forget anything, and noticed the scrap of material that was once her brand new panties, still where she'd left them. She frowned, knowing they were no good to her anymore. "Guess I'm going home commando then." she shook her head in disbelief.

Haley closed the door behind her as softly as she could, before making her way towards the elevator. Once inside, she pushed the button for the lobby and leaned her head back against the wall. "What have I done." she sighed, as she waited for the elevator to come to a stop.

All she wanted to do now was get the hell out of there.

(A/N) Hi all. For those of you reading my other fic 'Unravel' i will get back to writing it eventually, i promise. Its just i have been ill lately. Really ill. I keep going dizzy a lot so i have been taking a long break from writing anything. Anyway, i had this idea for a story floating around in my head, so i thought what the hell i'll start a new fanfic lol. This one will be very mature okay. So for those of you who are uncomfortable with that sort of thing, i suggest you skip all of Clay and Nate's conversations... LOL.

Thank you everyone xxx

Lili