Hello everyone! I am new to I just joined 3 days ago. I had already written 3 chapters in my story. I just realized (after writing these chapters) that this "setting" is a little played out. I'm reluctant to start over, so bare with me. I promise to spice things up in upcoming chapters. Drama Drama Drama! You know you love it.

"And all that she entails, and all she keeps inside
Isn't on the label"

-Fuel

Tell Me How to Not Love a Hot Girl in a Good Mood

Take me in your arms and tell me it's alright to dream
Of anything I want and anywhere I want to be
Tell me there's so much out there you wanna show me
And even in my nightmares, you'll be watching over me
And I swear I'll never move

I could get, oh so used to this, baby
I could get, oh so used to this…

Wrap your legs around, 'till you almost smother me
And stare into my eyes and tell me it's alright to breathe
Come down from above, spread your wings and cover me
Cause even in the shadows, we see all that lovers see
I swear I'll never move

I could get, oh so used to this, baby
I could get, oh so used to this…
I could get, oh so used to this, baby
I could get, oh so used to this…

Out in the streets and behind closed doors
You've got my back, and baby I've got yours
Nothing can touch you, nothing can harm me
I am your angel, you'll be my army, now.
I could get, oh so used to this, baby…

When you wrap your arms around me
I'm oh so glad you found me
I wanna spend my life getting used to this…

Wrap your arms around, tell me it's alright to dream…

Oh… I could ge-

"Ugh, James! Shut this crap off! I can't hear another word, it's making me sick!" said Nathan.

"Yes, right away sir." Came the voice over the intercom, echoing through Nathan's limousine. The music shut off, but the words still echoed in Nathan's head. Like he couldn't escape it, or rather, couldn't escape her.

Flashback:

Nathan got out of his limo, and headed into his half brother and teammate's new nightclub, Tric. Camera's where flashing as Nathan passed the long line of people waiting to get in and entered the club. He heard one girl shout out, "Oh my god! Nathan Scott! I LOVE YOU!" He smiled and thought to himself, "who doesn't?"

He walked into the club, and even though it was only 9 o'clock, it was already packed. He was happy for Lucas, the owner. This was Tric's opening night and he knew it would be successful. After all, Peyton Sawyer had done the art work and handpicked tonight's entertainment line-up.

Peyton was Lucas's girlfriend. She was also a famous actress, and an aspiring artist. Lucas and Peyton had met last fall, when Lucas ran into her in an outdoor bookstore in Paris. They had connected immediately, but neither had time for a relationship. Lucas was traveling with the Lakers and Peyton's career took her all over the world. Peyton just wrapped up her most recent film though, and moved back to L.A. so they decided to give their relationship a try.

Nathan headed to the V.I.P. lounge and Peyton spotted him immediately.

"Nathan! We're over here!" she said, with a huge smile on her face. He laughed; he liked this side of Peyton. She usually played "tortured artist" during the day and it was good to see her lighten up a bit.

Hey Peyt! Lookin' good as always.

"Haha hey there, watch yourself Nate." Said Lucas, coming up from behind him holding two drinks. He handed one to Peyton and said, "I know your not checkin' out MY girl!"

Peyton rolled her eyes

Nathan laughed, "Oh you know how bad I want Peyton.."


She slapped his arm.

No, no! I didn't mean it like that, what I meant was you are alllllll Lucas's.

"Haha, okayyy… your off the hook this time. But as soon as I need a refill.." she said, holding up her drink, "you owe me!"

Nathan laughed. "Fine!" He said, throwing his hands up. He turned around, checking out the rest of the V.I.P lounge. He knew pretty much everyone there. Lindsay and Paris where in the corner with their usual crew. He saw Nicole and Joel, a couple of his other teamates, and some models. (a couple of which he hazily recognized.. probably from some of his one-night stands.) He grimaced. "Better get out of here before I get into any trouble" he thought.

Nathan turned to let Petyon and Luke know he was heading out to the main part of the club, but found the two of them on top of eachother and decided not to interrupt. He began walking towards the dance floor, everyone was dancing and Nathan headed towards the bar. He ordered a drink and looked around, deciding who the lucky girl would be tonight. He looked at the dance floor and that's when he saw her. She was beautiful. Maybe 5'6, with golden hair and a perfect body. She was dancing with some guy, Nathan couldn't see who, but that didn't matter. She would be his soon. At least, for the night. After that, they just got clingy and annoying to have around. He finished off another drink, and ordered a new one. He just stared at her, she moved beautifully.

He took one last gulp of his drink and headed out to the dance floor. He was tipsy, and he could tell she was too. He got behind her and she stopped dancing for a moment. But a second later they where grinding, their bodies moving almost like one. "God, she feels so good." He thought. Her hand snaked up and wrapped around his neck, their bodies where gyrating together and she trailed her hand down across his pecks, tracing the outline of his body and her's. This girl was turning him on.

They kept dancing for maybe 20 minutes, before Nathan was going crazy. He couldn't take this anymore, she was teasing him, rubbing him in all the right places, and he could feel himself growing hard. He grabbed her hand and pulled her off the dance floor. They ran out of the club, and amidst flashing lightbulbs, they hopped into Nathan's limo.

Once the limo was moving, Nathan looked up and saw she was staring at him. He couldn't tell who this girl was, he thought he'd seen her before.. but in his drunken stupor he couldn't place her beautiful, beautiful face. Her chocolate eyes connected with his ice blue ones, and lust entered both. He leaned forward and kissed her. Their tounges intertwined, both exploring, and he could feel his body pull towards hers. He had to have her. He began moving on top of her when he felt her mouth break away from his. She pushed him off and he looked confused. She just smiled seductively and climbed on top of him. Slowly, teasingly, she pulled off her dress and let him drink her in. He reached out to touch her, tracing her curves with his hands while she watched him. She reached down and unbuttoned his pants, slowly. He pulled them off the rest of the way and she reached down and tantilizingly stroked his hard member while staring at him. He let out a low groan and she looked into his eyes and smiled. Leaning in, she kissed him slowly. They continued kissing, as she grinded her wet center on his hard member. They where both throbbing with lust. Lace panties and boxers seperated them from getting what they both wanted. Nathan broke his mouth away from hers and turned her so he could slide the panties down her legs and off of her. He sat her down with her back facing his chest, sitting on top of him. Unhooking her bra swiftly, (he'd had a lot of practice) Nathan's head rested on her shoulder and he traced his hand from her milky breasts to her wet center. He rubbed her soaking wet clit, Then he slowly entered her with two fingers, causing her to elicit a low groan. That just turned him on even more. He kissed her shoulder while moving his fingers in and out, rubbing her walls…

"We're here, sir" came James' voice over the intercom. Nathan groaned. The girl only smiled, pulling her panties and dress back on, she stepped out of the limo. A dissapointed Nathan stayed put, watching her go, but instead of leaving she leaned down and held out her hand. He looked into her eyes and he was overcome by her beauty. Nathan couldn't help but smile as he took her hand and let her lead him into his house…

End Flashback

Nathan grimaced, he couldn't believe last night had happened. The alcohol induced events seemed surreal to him now. He had felt like an idiot when they had woken up. He had felt like an idiot when he realized who she was… when she realized who he was. The fury in her eyes, her words.. they stung.

"Don't you see what you've done?!" She had screamed. "You took advantage of me! I'm going through a break-up.. I was WEAK and YOU TOOK ADVANTAGE!"

Tears fell down her face, and Nathan felt something he hadn't felt in a long time. Bad. He felt bad.. guilty even. But he knew as well as she did that it took two, and she was just as at fault.

"I'm sorry, but I don't remember you pushing me off." He said. "Let's just accept that this happened and move on."

"I can't.. I can't believe this."

"Was it really that bad?" Nathan said. "I mean, if I remember correctly, you kept telling me to keep going. You where practically begging me to fuck you.." He said, walking closer to her as he spoke. "Last night was good, and you know it." He was close to her now, his face infront of hers. He reached out to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. "And you know.." he said, bending down to whisper hoarsley in her ear, "there's no such thing as too much of a good thing…"

"Ugh! Get off of me!" She had said, pushing him away.

She leaned down, picked up her clutch and walked towards the door.

"Don't fight it, baby.." He had said.

She reached the door, and turning, she said, "Don't you get it? You are everything I'm against." And with that, she had left.

…so it was over. So, what? This was routine. It was like they stood in line, waiting for their chance to get screwed and then screwed over by him. So why was he still thinking about this one?

Nathan reached his house and opened the door. He walked towards the kitchen and looked for something to eat. He looked over at the table, and there she was. In the same clingy gold dress she had worn the night before. She was smiling, but her eyes told a different story. Nathan stared at her, staring out at him.

He was hypnotized… but something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. It was himself, behind her, holding onto her hand. Below their picture, the caption of the magazine read:

"HAYLEY JAMES: AMERICA'S SWEETHEART? OR NATHAN'S?"