A/N: I've been thinking a lot about this story lately, and I'm going to keep the story line and a lot of the same elements, but I'm going to start from scratch. So for those who reviewed, thank you and I'm going to work to make it a better story. Bear with me guys :) This is a slightly altered first chapter. Second chapter should be up soon, depending on my time and reviews. Enjoy.

Oh and if you're uncomfortable with language or adult content, I suggest you not read this.

Cruel Intentions

Our senior year started out fairly simple. Fairly ordinary. I guess that was the problem. It was our final year and we wanted to go out with an amazing year behind us. I was kicking it with my buddies, my girl, and hanging out. Having fun. It was going to be awesome. We needed something interesting. Something to spice things up. Little did we know how much it was going to change our whole worlds.

x-x-x

"What are we going to do?!" Lucas shouts at me, looking as if he's about to break down into tears.

"Luke, calm the fuck down. I don't know." I scream in return, running my hand through my messy hair.

"Maybe we should call someone?" Brooke asks timidly. I look at her incredulously and shake my head. She's one of the toughest people I know and she looks like she's about to completely break down.

I can't necessarily blame her.

"We call no one. You got that?" I say walking up to her and making her focus on me by holding her face forcefully. "No one. Say it with me baby. No one."

"No one." she whispers as she continues to cry.

x-x-x

I didn't know her. I saw her fumbling around the halls, holding books, stumbling over their weight, her hair always pulled into a messy bun but that was about as far as it went. She was quiet, mousy, and stared straight at the floor when she walked like she was trying to memorize it. I never thought twice about her.

Unfortunately for her, I did think twice about her that day.

Lucas Roe is my best friend. His mom owned a café and that was where we were heading that day. My girlfriend, Brooke, was tagging along with a few others. We were uninspired so far that year, having squat to do. I mean, Lucas and I had basketball, and Brooke had cheerleading. But it was the same thing, year after year. This year had to be different. If I had known what would've happened from our conversation that day in that cafe, I would've steered clear.

I didn't know.

We sat down in the corner booth, as per usual and started chatting away. Brooke was practically in my lap, purring things into my ear that made me grin like a fool. She certainly had a way with words; and other things if you get what I mean. Lucas was laughing with Tim about something or another, while Skillz and Bevin were in there own little lovey dovey world.

Brooke and I didn't do lovey dovey.

I barely heard her when she came up to the table. Between the dirty things Brooke was whispering and the talking and the laughter I wasn't really paying attention. Not until she cleared her throat did I glance up and take notice. Brooke rolled her eyes, annoyed and I snickered feeling the same thing. Bevin was the only one who didn't give the girl a disgusted look and that was because Bevin was special in her own way.

"Can I get you guys something?" she asked quietly, brushing her stray hair out of the way and pushing the her glasses further back on her nose.

"When did you start working here?" Lucas sneers, probably pissed at his mom for hiring her.

"A few days ago actually." she murmurs.

"Luke, can't you do something about this?" Brooke asks looking her up and down like she's trash. Can't say I completely disagree there.

"Yeah, you can go get Karen now." Lucas commands, not evening bothering with pleasantries.

A few minutes later Ms. Roe is walking up to the table giving us a tired smile with the little mouse following closely behind her. As Karen talks to us, we spit off our orders, all the while the little mouse is jotting them down. She looks up briefly as I'm ordering and for once I see her face and we lock eyes.

"What are you staring at?" Brooke spats and immediately Mousy throws her head back down to the pad in her hands.

She could actually be kind of pretty.

So Karen retreats and Mousy scurries off behind her to put in our orders. Everyone goes back to normal, except me, because I being such a douche bag can't even stop thinking about how that's the first time I've ever really looked at her. Son of a bitch. I'm thinking about Mousy when Brooke Davis is telling how she'd love to…ahem. Yeah.

"So what are we going to do about this year?" Lucas asks looking around the booth at each one of us. Just then, two cell phones ring and upon inspection, find out its Dim and Bevin. After a few minutes of chatter, Bevin and Skillz are leaving, followed by Tim, leaving just the three of us. "So…"

"How about a game?" Brooke suggests mischievously. I can already see the twinkle in her eye.

"Not even you could make Naked Twister interesting for more than an hour." Lucas snaps sarcastically.

"You're a funny one Roe, but I had something a little bit different in mind." Brooke grins and I can tell this is just going to be good.

"Like what?" I challenge.

"You see Miss Mousy over there?" she nods to the counter to the girl leaning over the counter filling up salt shakers.

"Yeah what about her?" Lucas bites.

"I suggest a little wager here boys. Just between the three of us. "

"I'm not doing some 'She's all that', Freddy Prinze Jr. shit." I respond.

"Oh no baby, think more along the lines of 'Cruel Intentions.' " Brooke smiles letting her true dark side shine though.

"So we have to sleep with her?" I clarify. "Piece of cake."

"No, no honey. We're going to do far worse damage than that." She leans over, nipping my bottom lip playfully.

"I'm game." Lucas says before hearing the whole game plan. I, on the other hand, am a little bit more skeptical.

"Whoa, hold up. What the fuck are you up to Brooke?" I ask looking directly at her.

"Nothing." she replies innocently. "Just a little game. A little fun. A little bit of everything."

"Okay, I'm in."

I didn't know what I was getting into. I didn't know the outcome. Hell, I didn't even know Mousy's name. When I made that wager, became a player in that game, I was selling my soul to the devil. Not necessarily Brooke, but the sick, demented minds that binded us. Because in the end, none of us got out of it unscathed.

"What's the terms?"

"It's simple really." She smirks, popping a fry in her mouth. "What does every girl in the entire study body want to do?"

I shrug. "Hell, if I know. Do I pay attention to every girl in the entire study body?"

"Maybe not." She concedes. "But how many of them have you fucked?"

"Too many to count."

"Exactly." She points her finger at me, her smirk still plastered on her face. Lucas looks just as confused as I do. "And every stupid cunt that you bed thinks they'll be the one to tame you. Everyone is in love with you Nathan. You're Tree Hill's basketball God. Every girl wants to be the one that you fall in love with."

"What about me?" Lucas interrupts, slightly perturbed.

"Baby, baby. Don't worry about you. I'm going to find you a nice little project to keep your time occupied too." Brooke answers placing her hand on Lucas's cheek.

"So you her to fall in love with me?" I make clear and Brooke laughs.

"Like that's going to be a problem. No, Nate. You have to make her believe you're in love with her."

As soon as the words leave her mouth Mousy brings us our food, looking quite confused as to where the three other patrons had disappeared to. It just so happen that the first three plates she brought out were the ones who had left. She doesn't ask, doesn't question; just hurriedly moves away from the table and back to the kitchen. She returns a few minutes later and a quick scan of her name tag reveals her true name.

Haley.

She sets down our food, placing the check face down on the table and as quickly as she was there, she's gone again. Brooke nudges me and nods in Mousy's, Haley's, direction. I groan and Lucas laughs at me, but I get up anyway. It'll be fun, and I know Brooke. She'll make this worth my while and she never backs out of a bet.

"Um, excuse me." I say from behind Mousy's back. I tap her on the shoulder, making her jump about a foot in the air, nearly falling, but luckily catching her just in time. Her small hands are on my forearms for support and my eyes stay locked with hers all the way up to a straight, standing position.

And she doesn't let go.

"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to scare you." I tell her and she removes her hands, stepping back against the counter, smoothing out her apron.

"No, no, I should be the one apologizing. Do you need anything? Are you're orders okay? More tea? Do you still want another server?" she rambles and actually, I find it kinda cute. So cute that I chuckle at her. She frowns and her brow crinkles right about her eye glasses.

"Uh, no, yes, no, and no." I answer. "Well actually, I was wondering if Karen had any Key Lime pie today?"

"Oh, well, I'm not sure. Do you want me to go check?" she asks innocently. "Oh right. Of course you want me to go check." she says almost smacking her hand on her forehead, but stops herself. I grab her arm as she goes to walk past and she looks from my hand to my eyes and confusion, mixed with some fear flash through her eyes.

"It's okay. Maybe some other time." I smile, still holding onto her arm. Somehow, my thumb starts rubbing against her skin and I can't really complain. She's got pretty smooth skin. She stares at my hand for a few minutes and we stand in silence as we both contemplate what the hell is going on.

"What are you doing?" she whispers, refusing to look me in my eye.

"Hales?" Both of our heads jerk in the direction of male voice behind us. I can literally see her face light up at the sight of him.

"Jake?" she squeals, wiggling out of my grasp and jumping into 'Jake's' arms.

"Well this just got interesting." I hear Brooke tell Lucas looking on, the wheels turning in her head.

It's then that it hits me who Jake is. He's on my basketball team. How could I not notice him? Or her with him? I'm not sure, but I'm kinda peeved at the whole incident. Haley's still in his arms, as they're wrapped tightly around her waist, her feet still off the ground. They're looking deeply into each other's eyes and grinning like idiots.

Basically, they do the lovey dovey thing.

"When did you get back?" she asks once he sets her down. He was gone?

"Just now. You know I couldn't wait to see you." he responds caressing her cheek. Once again, she throws herself into his arms and I almost vomit watching as he smells her hair.

Her hair.

This is going to be a problem. Mousy seems devoted to Jake and for a few minutes I'm doubting my suave and skill. Can you really break true love? Ha, what a joke that is. True love. Finally, I decide to break up the little love fest reunion, and go up to Jake myself to end this.

"Jake, what's up man?" I say offering my fist for him to knock. He looks at me confused; his arm still wrapped around Mousy, and puts his fist out to connect.

"Nate." is all he says, probably pissed because I had his girlfriend in my grasp. I'm gonna have a whole lot more soon and then he'll really have something to be pissed about.

"We missed you at practice." I tell him laying it on thick. Mousy looks a little fearful, obviously feeling the tension between us.

"Jake, I have to get back to work. Why don't you go home, get settled in? I'll be off in about an hour." she suggests pulling on his shirt for attention. She's like a sick puppy. He looks down at her and smiles, kissing her forehead and nods.

"You want me to wait for you instead?" he asks and she grins happily.

Gag me. Please..

"Why don't you join us?" Brooke invites suggestively from the booth.

"Yeah, man, we can catch up." Lucas agrees. Jake looks at us all suspiciously.

"So what do you say Jake? You'll get to see more of your girl." I tell him raising my eyebrows, challenging him.

"Sure." he bites.

I admire Brooke's technique of laughing outrageously at Jake's stupid jokes, all the while placing her hands on his thigh or his chest as she does so. She's a wicked bitch, I tell you. I can tell she's about to go in for the kill so I sit back and enjoy as the master goes to work.

"Oh, damn it. I need to get home. I have a big calc test tomorrow and I really should study. Do you think you could take me home?" she slightly begs, slightly pouting.

"Well, I mean, I dunno. I told Haley I would wait for her. What about Nathan or Lucas?" Jake hesitantly looks between the two of us.

"I have to stay and help close up." Lucas volunteers.

"I'm meeting someone in a few minutes and I don't have time." I answer.

"Please Jake. I don't live far. You'll be there and back in no time." she says, whining a bit, and putting on her sexy 'I get what I want' face.

"Sure, as long as we make it quick." Of course he caves.

"Oh, it can be however you like it." Brooke replies cheekily, placing a smirk on her lips. He helps her out of the booth and opens the door for her as they head to what I'm sure will be quite the night for him.

Which leaves me just where I want to be.

Twenty minutes later, I'm still lounging in the booth when Haley comes out, her hair actually down and looking pretty decent. Yeah, this I could work with. She's looking around obviously for Jake and hurt crosses her features when she realizes he's not there.

"Are you looking for Jake?" I ask innocently and she nods, biting her lower lip. "Oh, he offered to take Brooke home a little while ago. I thought they would be back by now."

"Oh." She's clearly disappointed.

"You need a ride?" I solicit nicely and she struggles to figure out what the right answer is before nodding. I lead her out to my car, opening the door for her and helping her in, all the while thinking that before it's all over with, she's going to be riding me.