Author's Note: I published My Better Half a very long time ago and I have since grown immensely as a writer. It's not necessarily something I'm proud of having written and I don't think there's any salvaging it but it was my first fanfic so I will leave just the first chapter posted (revised grammatical errors) for nostalgia and for the followers it had. If there's still any interest left, please PM me and I will send you a copy that I've saved into a dark corner of my external drive =P
Nathan stood near his locker, stashing away his text books when he felt a few strong pokes into his shoulder. He swiveled to find Brooke Davis standing in front of him. Nathan smirked at how cute she looked barely reaching his shoulder in spite of the brightly colored and very high heels she wore.
"Hey Brooke,"
A small smile broke across her face.
"Hey there,"
Nathan took the initiative to address the elephant in the room. "About last night—"
"Right... I kind of wanted to talk to you about that," Brooke replied slowly, cutting him off mid-sentence.
He nodded, raised his forehead and focused his attention on her, indicating that he was listening. Unsure, she looked at him, worried about how to approach the topic. He tried to offer a reassuring smile and asked what was wrong to try and coax it out of her.
"This thing that we half started, kind of, not really, whatever this is... I don't think it was a good idea."
"Okay..." he tried to find the understand as to where this was coming from. "Why, though? What happened between last night and now?"
Brooke's features reflected a flash of the hesitation her heart felt but she maintained the determination her mind decided on when she'd pursued Nathan that morning for this decision, not a discussion. It wasn't open for debate. Following her heart never payed off in the past and all rationale pointed to this situation being no different.
"Don't Nate. Don't drag it out and make this harder that it has to be. It's not like we ever actually dated at any point."
"You're right, we haven't, but who's to say we couldn't?"
Brooke didn't want to look him his eyes, she didn't want to be swayed like she knew she very well may if he pressed. She truly wanted to be pursued, wanted a man to fight for her for once.