Long, drawn out, unnecessary explanation ahead...proceed with caution.

So this little piece of...porn (not so much in this chapter, but definitely the others), to be frank, has been in the works for a long ass time. Like 2-ish years. And I have toyed with it so much that it's actually driven me crazy. This short story has gone through so many changes, from scenes to plot lines to pretty much everything. If I'm honest...I'm still not really sure how to describe what this is. I guess it's like Naley porno with somewhat of a plot woven through? If you could really call the plot...a plot? I basically just put together a bunch of like random excerpts that I had in my mind and tried to put them together so it formed some kind of resemblance to a story. Did I do a good job with that? Not really sure...but oh, well.

This idea came to me a long time ago while I was reading Reckless Abandonment by catc20NYNY. If you haven't read that, I highly suggest that you do. It is, unfortunately unfinished, but it's still soooo fricken good. I can't tell you how many times I've read it. This story isn't exactly like that one, but it kind of has similar themes, so complete credit goes to that author for any similarities. It's also pretty AU/OCC.

Some parts of this are choppy, I will admit. Some things are left vague and it honestly was just because I felt like it was unnecessary to explain every detail and backstory like I would with one of my full-length stories. As you will probably be able to tell, I have such a thing for damaged Nathan. I have no idea why...he's just so fun to write.

This story is broken up into four parts and I already have the entire thing written, so if it gets a good response...I shall post updates quite quickly.

Lastly, I didn't think I was ever going to post this by Mel, Jessie, and Jill kind of twisted my arm. I hope you enjoy!


Part I — Set It Off

"Cannonball!"

Nathan Scott laughs as Tim Smith, his self-proclaimed best friend, launches his body into the vast in-ground pool. A chorus of girls screaming cuts through the night air, obviously upset at the large waves ruining their hair or make-up. That earns an eye-roll out of Nathan. He never understood why girls jumped in the pool, but refused to get their hair wet. Wasn't that the point of swimming?

Shaking his head, he crosses his arm over his chest and scans the rest of the party. It's in full swing—music thrumming loudly, kegs flowing, bottles of vodka tipping over. Dancing bodies are everywhere—infiltrating through the beach house, cluttering the pool and down to the docks, and spilling out on to the beach. The air is crisp, boarding between humidity and slightly chilly. The unmistakable scent of fall is lingering.

Nathan Scott's annual end-of-summer beach party has a different vibe to it this year. By this time next week, everyone is going to be spread out at different colleges or jobs, for a select few. There's an element of sadness for some people, the realization that friendships are going to be stretched for miles. Laughter and late nights are going to be traded for phone calls and letters.

For some people, it's nerves. For others, it's sadness.

But not for Nathan Scott. His basketball pedigree had earned him a spot on Duke University's renowned basketball team. He's a highly anticipated prospect, earning him a free ride and instant popularity. He'd been working his whole life for something like this and he finally feels as if all his hard work had paid off.

As far as he's concerned, the quicker he distances himself from Tree Hill—and her—the better.

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a red-head eyeing him. When he glances at her, his eyes blatantly rake over her form. She's tan with a banging body, cat-like eyes, and a smirk on her full lips that just screams sex. She's just Nathan's type, with her eyes twinkling mischief and a hungry look on her face.

He sends a smirk her way. In response, she swivels around so that he back is facing him. Her hips twirl in tune with the music and his eyes are drawn to her ass. The fabric of her black bikini barely stretches over the globes of her ass and he licks his lips in response.

It's almost too easy, he thinks to himself. There's never a shortage of girls that want to throw themselves at him. They all want a piece of the soon-to-be-basketball legend and even if he didn't have that celebrity status going for him, he'd still be able to win them over with his good looks. Dark hair, mysterious blue eyes, a sharp jawline, and a sexy smirk that rivaled none…he was basically a walking sex God. And he was going to take full advantage of every perk that came along with his devilish good looks. What guy wouldn't?

When she peeks over her shoulder and throws him a saucy smirk, he decides that she's hot enough to be his girl for the night. Or, at least one of them. He starts to saunter his way over to her, a couple of smooth lines that he knows will get her in his bed in no time resting on the tip of his tongue, but he doesn't get very far.

"Nate!"

He whips his head around and his lustful smirk shifts to amusement. His half-brother—by way of a long, complicated, and dramatic story fit for a soap opera—is stumbling towards him. With eyes low and a droopy grin on his face, it's clear Lucas is on his way to being two sheets to the wind if he isn't already.

"You seen Peyton?" Lucas slurs, his normal articulacy failing him.

Nathan's smirk broadens. It comes as no surprise that Lucas is looking for Peyton Sawyer (who is also his ex-girlfriend, but that's a story for a different day). For the last year, they'd been sleeping together, off the record. Behind closed doors, they're like a real couple—indulging in pillow talk, sweet gestures, and long nights. To the naked eye, they're nothing but friends. It's the best two people can do when they have glaring commitment issues.

"Your girlfriend? Oh, yeah, I think I saw heading towards her car with that Chase guy about an hour ago," Nathan teases slyly. "She must be giving him quite the ride."

Lucas' eyes narrow as she swats an arm at Nathan. "You're a fucking asshole."

Nathan shrugs, unfazed. Being called "asshole" was almost like being called by his first name. Besides, he'd been called much worse.

"You wanna play that game? Fine," Lucas huffs. "But you should know, I saw Haley making out with some college sophomore. Looked pretty intense."

In a split second, Nathan's entire mood shifts. His jaw locks as his hands fold into tight fists. He tries to keep his face as level as possible, reflecting no emotion, but he falters slightly. He cuts his gaze over to Lucas and narrows his eyes at the smug grin on his face. He wants to fire back and even has a few remarks that are just as evil stored away, but he refrains. Adding more fuel to the fire would only confirm Lucas' suspicions. And confirming Lucas' suspicions was just a death sentence waiting to happen because God forbid he was enough for Lucas' precious Haley.

Lucas pats him on the back as he strolls away.

Nathan quickly diverts his attention back to where the red-head was giving him a free show. He's in desperate need of a distraction and he figures rolling around in the sheets with some slut was the perfect one. After all, it's what he always did when he needed to drown out the thoughts of her. Self-destruction at its finest.

Except his distraction was nowhere to be found. Looks like he'll have to settle for another beer instead.

~x~

Blue eyes are locked on tan skin and beauty. Her smile is angelic as she laughs, a red plastic cup in one hand and the other resting on a curvy hip. He doesn't bother to hide his obvious perusal of her, his eyes taking a slow trip from the top of her head to the base of her feet.

He said he wasn't going to do this, but his word usually held no merit…especially when it came to this particular girl.

Haley James had been the object of his affection for the last four years and, if he's being honest, the starring role in all of his fantasies. Cold showers had become his best friend, at this point. God, she drives him absolutely crazy.

She was so innocent, with doe-like eyes that could make you promise her the world. Her laugh is so infectious that you can't help but smile when you hear it. She's also a spitfire, someone who can give him a run for his money with her quick remarks. She's not afraid to call him on his bullshit and fuck, it's such a turn on. And that body of hers…God, it wasn't fair for someone to be that sexy and for him to not be able to touch her. It was torture.

She's easily one of the smartest people she knows and has a heart of gold, but he can't be bothered to dwell on any of that poetic shit.

He knows it's cliché for a guy like him to want a girl like that…one he clearly can't have, especially when he has a plethora of over girls to pick through. But there's just something about her…the forbidden fruit aspect of it all that has his head spinning.

He just needs one fix and he's sure she'll be out of his system for good. Just one fix.

"You know, you could just tell her."

Nathan pauses in bringing the beer bottle to his lips and reluctantly peels his eyes away from Haley. Stealing a side glance at Brooke Davis, he scowls mildly. She's claimed the chaise chair adjacent to him, her thin and tanned body stretched across the green and blue pattern. She's picking at the strings of her lavender bikini and she has that look on her face.

A look that he's learned over the years means he's fucked, and not in a good way.

He's known Brooke since grade school, mostly due to their parent's also being childhood friends. Apart from Lucas, she's the closest person he has and most days, she annoys the hell out of him. She's like the little sister he never wanted, but he'd take a bullet for her if she asked. It's a complicated friendship, but what part of his life isn't?

"Tell her, what?" he asks briskly, training his eyes on the ripples in the crystal blue pool water. He knows what she's going to say and he doesn't want to hear it.

"That you're in love with her," Brooke finally answers after an obvious perusal of his face. She's waiting for him to crack and he's resilient.

Nathan keeps his face steady, but his grip tightens around his beer bottle. "I just want to fuck her," he grits out.

Brooke raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow and licks her lips. She sits up, swinging her legs over the side of the chair so she's facing him. Her hazel eyes narrow, challenging and calculating. "You won't."

Nathan presses his lips together, partially in amusement and partially in annoyance. He's used to Brooke trying to start arguments with him, especially when it concerns a certain blonde haired, brown-eyed beauty. His pride won't let Brooke win. Hell, he couldn't afford to let Brooke win. It would be suicide.

"Watch me," he snips back, lips curving into a cocky smirk that has gotten him into way too many beds to count. "I'll get her to crack. She can't resist me forever."

Brooke doesn't try to hide her dramatic eye-roll. "Contrary to what you believe, you are not God's gift to women."

His smirk doesn't falter, eyes dancing with amusement. "I'm pretty damn close to it."

Brooke sighs, a sound that mirrors exhaustion. For a moment, Nathan thinks she's going to give up—shake her head and walk away like she'd done many times before. He waits for her to ascend from the chaise and leave him alone with his drunken thoughts. She doesn't move.

"What I meant is that even if she gives you the green light, you won't do it."

Nathan narrows his eyes and wets his lips. He prepares a snarky remark—either to propose her with a gamble or to tell her to fuck off—he's not sure, yet.

Brooke doesn't give him the chance to respond.

She slips off the chair and bends down so she's eye-level with him, tucking her hands between her knees. Her own eyes are narrowed, the challenging gleam in them catching him off guard. Her red stained lips curve into a sickeningly sweet smile.

"You know damn well that she deserves more than just being another notch in your belt and the fact that you can't give her that kills you. Oh, and I guess there's also the fact that Lucas would have your head."

Like a quick flick of a wrist, his buzz is gone and he resists the urge to scowl. His throat seals itself shut and his heart plummets to his stomach. He despises the fact that Brooke is right.

~x~

The bitter taste of beer slides down his throat. He's wallowing, he knows that he is, but he's still trying to convince himself otherwise. Fuck, Brooke. Fuck Brooke for killing his buzz and fuck Brooke for reminding him yet again how screwed he is.

Her words have him spiraling and he can't shake the one memory that's plagued him almost daily for the last two years.

~x~

"Shit, he's here!" Haley hissed as she stomped over the circle of friends. The red solo cup in her hands was bending from the force of her fingers, two seconds away from cracking and spilling the contents of it all over the floor.

"Who's here?" Peyton asked while she poured herself another glass of jungle juice.

Haley huffed as she brushed her frazzled hair out of her face. "My cheating scumbag of an ex-boyfriend, that's who!"

"You mean that scrawny wannabe rock-star kid?" Nathan corrected with an amused look on his face. "Come on, Hales, I thought we talked about this…he was into me more than he was into you."

He almost laughed out loud when Haley shot around to glare at him. Her cheeks, which were already pretty rosy, seemed to redden even more. Nathan had made it public knowledge how he felt about Haley's ex-boyfriend, Chris Keller. While most of the time he just made jabs at Chris to get a rise out of Haley—it wasn't his fault that she looked so sexy when she was angry, especially at him—he genuinely didn't like the kid. He was pretentious, had this annoying habit of speaking in third person, and was just an all-around sleazeball.

"I'm just saying," Nathan chuckled, his palms extended outward in defense. "No straight guy wears skinny jeans and eyeliner."

Haley pressed her lips together in a snarl. "He didn't wear eyeliner."

"And what was his boyfriend's name? Paul?"

Just like he expected, a flame ignited in her eyes. It amused him (and turned him on to no end) that he could cause such a reaction in her with the simplest goads. No one else had ever had that effect on him and it was addicting as hell.

However, before she could respond with something vile, Brooke tossed an arm around her shoulder and guided her out of the beach house kitchen. Peyton wasn't far behind them, shooting a mock glare at Nathan. He snickered as he took another swig of his drink. Now, it was a party.

"Do you always have to be such an ass to Haley?" Lucas piped up, moving from beside Nathan to leaning on the counter across from him. His lips were pulled into a scowl and the disappointed look Nathan knew all too well was on his face.

"Lighten up, man," Nathan said casually. "I'm just fucking around with her. You know how it is."

Lucas shook his head. His eyes were narrow, which was something he always did when he tried to piece things together in that over-analytical brain of his. "You don't act like that towards Brooke and Peyton. Only Haley."

Nathan resisted the urge to roll his eyes, all while ignoring the way his stomach knotted up. It was a good thing that he was a pro at deflection. "You know, Haley can take care of herself. She doesn't need you coming to her rescue, big brother."

"I know that," Lucas grumbled back. "But, that doesn't mean I'm going to sit back and let you mistreat her."

Nathan's thin line of patience was waning even further. There were so many turns this conversation could take and he wanted to avoid all of them. He pressed his lips together and chose to stay silent, hoping that Lucas would just drop it.

"I know how you are with girls, Nate," Lucas continued on, bitterness waning with caution.

Nathan gritted his teeth and the plastic cup in his hand bent under the pressure of his grip. He spoke in an icy tone. "I get it, Luke. No one will ever be good enough for your precious Haley. Good thing you don't have to worry about me."

Lucas' sour and twisted expression softened at Nathan's cold tone. He looked like he was going to apologize, not that Nathan wanted to hear it, but was cut off by a ruckus coming from the living room adjacent to the kitchen. Exchanging confused glances, they headed towards the noise. When they rounded the corner, Nathan's blood boiled at the sight.

Chris had one arm around Haley's waist and his free hand gripping her arm. She was struggling to fight him off, while bystanders just laughed. Chris was obviously hurting her as her face was twisting in anguish. If he wasn't mistaken, there were a few tears slipping down her cheeks, too.

"Get off of me!" Haley cried, once again trying to push him off.

Without thinking twice, Nathan grabbed Chris by the back of the shirt and yanked him off of Haley. He backed him into a wall, his forearm resting heavily on Chris' throat and his free hand holding Chris' wrist against the wall. The commotion around Nathan faded away, leaving him to focus on nothing but the vile hatred running through his veins.

"You even think about touching Haley again and I promise you that you will never be able to play that little guitar of yours again," Nathan threatened. It pissed him off, even more, when Chris just smirked.

"It figures you'd come to her defense," Chris taunted, his voice coming out strained and puffy from Nathan choking him. "Tell me…how long have you been fucking her behind my back?"

Nathan chuckled sarcastically to cover up the new surge of rage that wiped through him. Haley might have been a lot of things, but she wasn't a cheater. He wasn't sure what motivated Chris to say that, but he wasn't going to stand for it.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Nathan answered cockily before ramming his knee into Chris' gut.

Nathan backed off when Chris let out a loud groan of pain and stumbled to the floor. He squared his shoulder's in triumph.

"Get the hell out of my house."

Fifteen minutes had passed since Nathan's encounter with Chris and he still couldn't find Haley. He wasn't going to bother looking for her, as he allowed himself only one good guy moment a day, but Peyton and Brooke had started whining and he knew he wasn't going to win against the dynamic duo.

Ascending the steps towards his bedroom, he paused when he heard a round of sniffles coming from the bathroom. Furrowing his eyebrows, he approached the bathroom and his heart dropped at the sight.

Haley was on her knees on the bathroom floor. Her head was in her hands and her shoulders were shaking as she cried. He'd never seen Haley cry before…in fact, he was convinced that she couldn't cry.

"Hales?"

When she glanced up at him, he almost fell to his knees. Gone was his irritation and his previous desire to protect her returned. He'd known his emotions to change quickly when it came to her…but never that fast. It was like his brain had completely shut down and everything from that moment on was just him moving on auto-pilot. Nothing else seemed to matter.

She looked surprised to see him as she frantically wiped the tears from her face. "I'm sorry. I must look so stupid. God, I'm such a girl."

Nathan swallowed the lump that'd formed in his throat and gave a quick shake of his head. "No…uh, no you're not."

He couldn't think of anything else to say. Comforting people wasn't his strong suit…especially crying girls. Normally, he avoided them at all costs. But he felt compelled to stay with Haley for reasons he couldn't explain.

The small smile she flashed at him lacked luster.

Pressing her palms against the tile of the bathroom floor, Haley attempted to lift herself up from the ground. She stumbled back a little, but Nathan was quick to grab her arms. A sheepish expression crossed her face as he helped her up. Once on her feet, she wobbled a little and Nathan quickly banded an arm around her waist.

"I think I need to lay down," she mumbled, leaning her body more against his.

Awkwardly, Nathan nodded and led her back to one of the spare bedrooms in his parent's beach house. Once inside one of the spare rooms, he helped her on to the bed and chuckled when she immediately cuddled up to one of the pillows.

"Stay with me."

Her voice was muffled by the pillow, but Nathan still heard her loud and clear. He'd been fully prepared to leave and let her sleep it off, but his resolve crumbled with that single plea. No matter what anyone says, Nathan Scott had a weakness. A major one.

There was no reason to think about it…he was staying.

~x~

Nathan had his arm casually laying across her stomach. His thumb is tucked beneath the hem of her white tank top, running small circles into her skin. He could still hear the faint thumping of the music and muffled voices of the party going on below them. He knew that he should probably get back down there, but he was too exhausted to move. Or, so he told himself.

"Nathan?" Haley asked groggily, breaking the silence.

Head tilted up slightly, Nathan looked over at her. Her eyes were still puffy and that weight in his heart returned. She sounded so small, so unsure of herself….so not Haley. She was always the fierce one—the one who always held her head high and never gave up no matter how hard things got. She was the strongest person he knew—he'd never say it out loud, but he admired her strength. He wished he was as strong as she was.

He was going to kill Chris for breaking that part of her.

"Yeah?" he finally managed to respond.

"Have you ever been in love?"

Her question threw him off guard and his stomach knotted up. The rhythm his heart seemed to sputter as if it were a car suddenly running out of gas.

"I don't," he began with an awkward laugh. "I'm not capable of love."

A sad smile graced her lips and Nathan couldn't explain the feeling that came over him. She slowly inched herself closer to him and he swore he could count every freckle dotting her nose.

"I don't think that's true," she mumbled. "I think you're just scared."

Nathan didn't know how to respond to that, so he did what he always did when things go to serious—he deflected the question. "What about you? Have you ever been in love?"

Haley shook her head and Nathan knitted his eyebrows in surprise.

"Not even with Chris?"

He didn't realize he was holding his breath until she shook her head again. He tried to pretend that the moment of relief that he felt was all in his head.

He wasn't sure what was happening at that moment. They'd never really talked like this and there was a sense of vulnerability in the air. Surprisingly, Nathan kind of liked it. Normally at the first sight of his guard dropping down, he ran.

It was then that he realized how close they'd gotten like there was some kind of gravitational pull between them. His eyes dropped to her lips and he swallowed hard when her tongue slipped out to wet them. Even with remnants of mascara streaking her face and puffy eyes, she was still the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

"I love when you look at me like that," Haley whispered hoarsely, her nose brushing against his.

His eyes fluttered, but he forced to keep them open. "Like what?" he answered thickly.

She didn't get the chance to answer him.

He wasn't sure who kissed who first. But the feeling of her soft lips against his had his entire body buzzing and his forehead creasing. She tasted of something sweet that he couldn't name mixed in with the piquant taste of vodka. On many occasions, he had imagined what it would be like to kiss her. He always caught himself staring at her lips whenever she spoke to him…hell even when she yelled him. However, the reality was so much better than anything he'd ever imagined.

Admittedly, he'd kissed a lot of girls over the years…but none of those kisses felt like this. Those kisses were usually sloppy and frantic, tongues diving in and out of mouths and heavy petting from wandering hands. This kiss was slow…and dare he say it, passionate.

A low groan pulled from the back of his throat when her tongue slide through his parted lips. The hand that was resting on her stomach slid up the length of her body and to the back of her head. His fingers tangled themselves in her hair as the kiss intensified. There was a small whisper of a voice in the back of his head urging him to take control. To push her back against the bed and coax what he'd been craving since the moment he laid eyes on her out of her.

He ignored that voice.

Almost as soon as the kiss started, it was over. Nathan's eyes remained closed for several long seconds, his body still buzzing. When he finally recovered, he opened his eyes to see that Haley had her back towards him. Sighing, he turned on his back and stared up at the ceiling.

That kiss had woken something inside of him and he quickly realized just how wrong he was about love. God, he was so screwed.

~x~

That happened during their sophomore year and neither one of the has spoken it since. Nathan tells himself again and again that it was just a fluke. Haley was upset and drunk and he wasn't exactly sober either. But he thought it about it often—how soft her lips were, how amazing she tasted, the feeling of her hands running through his hair.

He'd lost count of how many times he hooked up with girls to try and fuck her off his mind. The success rate for that isn't very high, but he keeps trying.

Sinking lower in the chaise chair, his eyes float over to the subject of his thoughts. She's walking up the pool steps, wringing the excess water out of her hair. Her tiny excuse for a bikini is molded perfectly to her body. The purple halter top accentuates her already ample breasts and the white bottoms are riding low on her hips. When she reaches her beach chair and swivels to grab her towel, he almost swallows his tongue.

That tattoo of his jersey number at the base of her spine is on display for everyone to see. (Who knew that a drunken dare would turn out to be the biggest turn on? Fuck, it does him in every time).

In a matter of seconds, he's painfully hard, which is usually the case whenever Haley is around. It's not his fault that Haley is pure sex, the definition of perfect, and the best part of it all is that she has no idea.

He arches an eyebrow when she glances at him from over her shoulder. A smirk that could easily rival his own spreads across her face. He's been caught gawking, but he's not the least bit ashamed.

Just like the tease she is, she starts putting on a show for him. Slowly and sensually, she grabs the towel along her wet skin, paying special attention to the column of her throat, the curves of her breasts, and between her shapely legs. He itches to run his tongue along the path the towel is taking.

Every few seconds, she gazes up at from beneath her eyelashes, bottom lip resting between her teeth. The gleam in her eye as him swallowing down a groan. He swears his body temperature spikes a million degrees.

It's game time.

She had perfected this little game they have been playing over the last four years Most of the time, he found himself on the losing team but God, he loves this game.

At this point, the majority of the party guests had dispersed from the pool and pool area. Some were laying in the sand beneath patio, waiting for the firework show to start. Others had disappeared inside of the house, probably making use of all of the empty bedrooms the Scott beach house had to offer them. This provides him with the perfect opportunity to be alone with Haley.

He waits until she starts to walk past him—completely ignoring his presence—before grabbing on to her wrist and pulling her into his lap. He smirks when she lets out a surprised gasp, a shiver of his own running down his spine at the feel of her hot skin against his bare chest.

"You almost gave me a heart attack." Haley hisses out. Her soft hands trace over the contours in shoulders and dip down the hard planes of his chest.

Nathan's hands tighten around her waist as he leans, his lips hover just slightly over the shell of her ear. "I missed you tonight," he purrs before taking the lobe her ear in his mouth, sucking it gently.

Her body quivers visibly at his husky and lust laden words. In the pool light, he sees her eyes glaze over as she scratches her nails down the hard cords of his stomach. His hips jerk upward in response and Haley smirks down at him. Keeping that smirk on her face, Haley shifts her body so she's straddling him, her thighs pressed tightly around his torso. She slides her palms up his chest and into his hair. Once her fingers are tangle within the strands, she begins to grind her hips into his.

"I can see that," she slurs back. "Looks like someone might need to take a dip in the pool."

"Why would I need the pool when I have you to handle the situation," He grunts back, his eyes fluttering closed when she speeds up her movements. It's a sin how good it feels even with the lack of skin-on-skin contact.

Haley stays silent, but her eyes are twinkling with mischief and desire.

Nathan digs his fingers into the flesh of her hips and bites down on his bottom lip. The warmth of her against him and the friction that she's creating with the movement of her hips is bringing him an unbelievable amount of pleasure. Haley James is the only person capable of bringing him to the edge without any real touching. It makes Nathan feel like a teenage boy being grinded against for the first time and that is slightly jarring to his ego but it also feels too damn good for him too think much of it. So damn good and so damn intoxicating.

"Fuck, you're gonna make me cum just by doing this," Nathan groans before burying his head in the crook her neck. He wastes no time sprinkling kissing along the sensuous curves of her neck. His kisses are soft, yet rough and demanding at the same time, causing her to yank harder on his hair. Her sultry gasps and moans are spurring him on further.

Forcing herself away from Nathan's tantalizing mouth, Haley halts her movements and sits further back on his thighs. Nathan stares back at her, the confusion evident in his eyes. He isn't naïve to think that what they were doing was going to go any farther than this but he definitely didn't think she would be stopping so soon. But when he sees the glint of trouble in her eyes along with the feel of her hands dancing across the skin of his bare chest, he knows this is far from over.

Haley's smirk widens at him as she ran her fingers over his clothed member, teasing him through the polyester fabric of his swim trunks. Her movements are slow but deliberate and he's racing towards insanity. Liquid fire rushes through his veins as he tosses head back and grips her hips tighter. She's driving him absolutely crazy.

"Baby, please," Nathan chokes out, his hips jerking upward. He's never too afraid to beg when it comes to her.

Finally, Haley decides to end her teasing and slips her hand beneath the waistband of his swim trunks. She wraps her hand firmly around him and strokes him slowly. Nathan moans low in his throat, his breathing coming out in heavy pants. God, her small and delicate hand feels amazing working him over like she is.

"Faster," he orders, his voice strained in pleasure.

Haley complies, her hand moving at a frantic pace. She leans forward so that her lips were hovering over his ear. "Are you close?" She whispers hotly.

He nods his head frantically. "So close."

"Tell me when you're about to cum."

He just nods again, not really caring what her motives were. His brain has turned to mush. It amazes him that a single touch of her delicate hand was enough to make him lose all sense of himself. He feels the pleasure building, rapidly heading towards the release he is so desperately craving. Just a few more stroke, a few more twists…

His fingers are bruising the flesh of her hips. "Fuck," he pants. "Baby, I'm about-"

She quickly removes her hand from him. "In your dreams, Nathan." She purs perfectly at him before hopping off of his lap.

~x~

He's still fuming when he stumbles into the kitchen. Haley's known for having a devious streak, but he never thought in a million years she would be that devious. Fucking bitch.

He swears he can still feel her small hand on him and the lust is still racing through his veins. It's becoming borderline painful and he knows that he'll eventually have to take care of it, in whatever way presents itself first. Desire and anger is seriously a dangerous combination for him.

That entire situation seems to have wiped the blinders off of him and he's back to being glad that after this weekend, he won't see her again for a long while. Maybe he'll finally find some fucking peace.

Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Haley perched on the counter, Brooke and Lucas surrounding her. Her legs are crossed and the smirk on her face as his temper spiking even further. Nothing pisses him off more than when she has the upper hand. Without sparing her a glance, he aggressively rips open the fridge and grabs himself another drink.

"I officially sent it my acceptance to Duke."

Nathan freezes when he hears what Haley tells Brooke and Lucas. What the hell is that supposed to mean?

"Wow," Lucas murmurs. "So that means you're officially going to be a Blue Devil, huh?"

"Looks like it."

Before Nathan can stop himself, he whips around to face his friends. "What the hell happened to Stanford?"

Haley smiles ruefully. "It didn't work out. You gonna show me around campus?"

How much more fucked could he possibly get?