A/N- Hey guys. I'm back with my second story. I'm not sure exactly how many chapters yet but maybe around 7. It's somewhat AU but I am going to try and keep the characters personality relatively normal. So hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer-I own nothing. It's sad I know.
Summer Checklist
To my dearest Tutor Girl,
Here is your complete list of things to do this summer! And before you ask, yes everything is in fact legal! So there, you can't get out of it! Have fun tutor girl and don't do anything your bestest pal Brookie wouldn't do!
Xs and Os
Brooke
1.Sing at a karaoke night
2.Take a picture with a stranger in a sex shop
3.Get a tattoo
4.Have a conversation with a stranger and reveal a secret about yourself.
5.Go skinny-dipping with a guy.
Oh. My. God. What was I thinking when I agreed to do this. Actually let me rephrase that. What was I on when I agreed to do this? I should've known nothing good could have come from this. Especially when Brooke got that cat-that-ate-the-canary smile on her face. But I guess you are all wondering how this happened. Well let's go back to four days ago.
Flashback
"Tutor Girl! You cannot leave me alone the whole summer! I don't care if I have to force you to stay by using my handcuffs…although that would be an inconvenience to me," she added almost as an afterthought.
That's my best friend Brooke Davis. Pretty and popular. Head cheerleader. I've known Brooke since I was 7 yeas old. We where in 2nd grade and Billy Anderson had tried to rip the head off of my favorite Barbie. That's when Brooke came to my rescue and rescue me she did. She punched Billy in the nose, gave me back my Barbie and we have been best friends ever since. We have an unbreakable bond. Which is probably why the whole handcuff thing didn't bother me. Well, it bothered me a little.
"Brooke I already told you that I have to go. I haven't seen my grandparents in 2 years. Plus escaping from LA and all the drama that comes with it will be nice." This all made perfect sense in my mind but in Brookes mind…
"TUTOR GIRL-"
Okay. Lets back up a minute. You see my name isn't actually tutor girl. It's Haley. Haley James. But Brooke has this talent with giving people nicknames. But in all honesty it's an obsession with nicknames. But don't tell her that.
"-Are you trying to say that I cause drama?" shrieked Brooke. Yeah I said it she shrieked.
"No, no, no and no! That's not what I was saying. I just meant that the people around us cause drama." Damage control done. That answer seemed to please Brooke. Thank God. So while I packed she wrote a list. When she handed this list to me at the airport I should've ran away. Fast. Because nothing good can come from a list made by Brooke Davis.
End Flashback
Like I mentioned earlier Brooke Davis is insane. Here I am sitting on a plane to North Carolina having a conversation about my life with a biker named Rascal. Yup, I told Rascal about the time I cheated on a geometry test. That counts as a secret about me. Right? Sure I had just knocked task number 4 off the list but I wasn't too crazy about it. And if the fact that Rascal just put on headphones means anything I have a feeling he wasn't too crazy about it either.
Since Rascal, my new biker friend, had kindly tuned me out I took the time to look around at the rest of the people on the plane. Nothing really stood out to me. At that's surprising because I Haley James am an avid people watcher. Giving up on my quest of interesting people, I made myself comfortable to fall asleep. Hopefully the time would pass quickly and I would wake up in North Carolina.
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"Ladies and gentlemen this is your captain speaking. We are preparing for landing so please put up all trays, buckle your seatbelts and thank you for flying American airlines."
I woke up to the sound of the captain's voice. Sure it wasn't that good of a sound but if it meant I would get of this plane quicker, bring it on. Stretching myself as tall as I could I pulled down my carry on bag and walked down the aisle and off the plane. When I got to the baggage claim I found my suitcase and went off in search of my grandparents. At least that's who I thought was picking me up.
I had been standing in the middle of the airport looking like an idiot when I saw him. No not my grandfather but a tall, dark haired, blue eyed boy. I swear he is the epitome of perfection. A freaking Greek God. That's not even the biggest shock. Mr. Tall dark and handsome was holding a sign with my name on it. When I had gathered my senses enough to not make a complete fool of my self I started to walk towards him. I smiled at him. He smirked at me. Oh boy. My summer just got interesting.
"Hey," he said ". I'm Nathan."
Nathan. Yea. A whole lot more interesting.
