This is my first real OTH fic. I hope you like it. It's an intake on what would happen if when Nathan pushed Haley to work with Chris it turned out all for the bad...I just hated that. And, I hated Chris. Sorry. I know people liked him, I just don't. Sorry to make him the bad guy. R/R please!

The Wrong Kind of Wrong

"Get this," Haley started, scooting to sit in front of Lucas who was eating lunch alone at an outdoor lunch bench, "Nathan wants me to work with Chris again."

Lucas narrowed his eyes, hoping he had not heard right. "What?"

"Yeah. He told me yesterday before the game." She pushed her hair behind her ear. "It's some form of testing my trustworthiness." She rolled her eyes in irritation.

Lucas grimaced. "That sucks."

"Who are you telling?" She whined. "I wish I never had gone away. Maybe I'd be having a normal marriage right now instead of facing a trial of tests from my indecisive husband."

"Like there's normal marriages in high school." He teased lightly.

She gave him a playful glare of shock. "There are a lot of marriages in high school." She defended, shifting her eyes upward in thought. "Not that I can think of any at the moment, but I promise you," she said pointing to him, "there are."

Smiling, he sat his can of coke down. "So are you going to take the test or call Nathan out on his bull?"

Haley gave him an uncertain look. "I don't know," she sighed. "I kind of feel like I should. I mean, I'm the one who ruined us in the first place."

"That doesn't give him the right to play games." Lucas defended her.

"Yeah, but it's Nathan's way of finding out if I can be trusted again." She gave him a knowing look, her golden streaked hair framing her face. "And besides, I haven't written one song since I've been back. I guess my life has taken a slump in almost every category."

"I see you're back to cheering." He motioned toward her proudly. "At least you're doing something."

She rolled her eyes again, covering her face. "Cheering is my pathetic way at staying close to Nathan." She peeked through her hands at him. "Is that pathetic?"

Lucas smiled and looked down at his barely touched lunch. "Uh, don't kill me if I say yes." He laughed at her shocked expression and dodged a playful swat. "But you are in love." He shrugged, noticing Brooke in the distance walking with Bevin. He gazed at her. "Love does make you do crazy things sometimes." He whispered, mainly to himself.

Haley followed his line of vision and sighed sadly for him. "Well, on that note," she stood up, "I'm going to leave you to your Brooke Davis inspired trance and go to class." Smiling dryly, she gave him a short nod. "Oh, I heard about the naked nemesis of our captain cheerleader in the back of your car. Good luck with that, by the way."

"Thanks." He smiled back just as dryly, debating whether he should talk to Brooke. When she sent the death glare that she had on her face his way, he thought better of it. He would talk to her later.

Reluctantly, Haley knocked on the door. Looking around unsurely, she tapped her foot on the ground. She really had no interest in doing this, but if this would get her back into Nathan's heart and get him to trust her again then she didn't want to refuse it.

He opened the door slowly, a smug grin growing on his face. "I guess you changed your mind. I knew I was irresistible."

Haley rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Look Chris." She plopped her guitar in his hands. "Let's just get to work, alright?"

"Al-right." He answered amusedly, his hands in surrender as he scooted out of her way. "Fiesty."

"Whatever." She took a seat on the couch and sighed. "What are we doing first?"

"I was thinking we could cover our song for warm up before we get to the writing." He suggested, closing the door.

"As appealing as that sounds," She said sarcastically, "I would rather not. That song brings back some really bad memories."

He took a seat across from her with an aggravated snort. "Haley, if you want to do this, you're going to have to forget about Nathan for a while. This is about you."

She sat back, resting her arm over her slightly exposed stomach. "That's kind of hard to do considering that he's always been my inspiration."

Taking her guitar out of the case, he held it in front of her. "Try to inspire yourself for once."

She stared at him skeptically for a while before leaning forward and grabbing it. "Fine." She breathed out.

He smiled triumphantly. "Good. Now…When the Stars Go Blue?"

"Alright, alright." She positioned the guitar and pushed fallen strands of her hair behind her ear.

He gawked at her for a while, a soft smile on his lips. "You look great, by the way."

She shook her head at him before stringing the chords.

Haley walked through the door with a tired sigh. She dropped her guitar next to the door and closed it. She didn't know when she'd stopped even liking Chris as a friend. They had been okay on tour, but now, he annoyed her. A lot. It seemed as if he was even more of an arrogant prick then he had been before.

All she wanted was Nathan and if this were what it took, she would stick it out. God only knew what he stuck out for her. From what Lucas had told her, he'd been pretty bad after she left and from her perspective, she should've been happy that she was getting off this easily…if this was the end of his charade. But even if it wasn't she'd continue. She wanted Nathan, and she'd do whatever it took to have him again.

She smiled sheepishly as Brooke made her way out of the bedroom.

"Hey, Rock Star. Where've you been all evening?" She queried, opening the fridge.

"Working with Chris." She walked over to the couch and plopped down.

Brooke's head spun around, a devious smile playing at her pink covered lips. "Did I hear correctly?"

"Yes. Unfortunately, you did." Raking her hand through her hair, she sat back in exhaustion.

Walking towards Haley with a bottle of juice in her hand, her brow perked. "And this is going to help with winning Nathan back how?"

"Ask Nathan. It was his idea." She informed, her own confusion visible. "I don't know why men have to be so complicated."

"You're telling me." Brooke's mood darkened as she sat across from her. "Speaking of complicated men, namely with Dan's traits…Lucas isn't the easiest person to get along with these days. Or maybe his heads to far up that skanky bitch, Rachel's ass." She muttered before drinking from the bottle.

Haley smirked. "Brooke, all you have to do is say the word and Luke is yours. I only wish I had it that easy."

Brooke raked her eyes over Haley questioningly, searching for a change of subject. "You know, if you want to draw Chris's attention away from you, you shouldn't dress so alluringly. Nathan might get the notion that you're dressing to impress a certain someone that isn't him."

Haley laughed shortly. "What?" She looked down at her pink baby tee and regular blue jeans. "I hardly think this implies anything near alluring."

"Look. Obviously, Nathan wants to test your loyalty. And it won't make it any easier if you're off making some hot rock star music tutor of yours any more aware of your attributes than needed." Shrugging easily, as if she had the solution, Brooke smirked. "Make it at least a little easier for yourself. Wear period clothes to his house or something."

Haley scrounged her face at Brooke. "Period clothes?"

"You know," she urged, "the clothes you wear when you're on the rag. Every girl has that dreadfully attired wardrobe, Haley." Standing to her feet, she gave Haley another once over. "And do something unruly with the hair." Winking, she walked away.

"You're delusional." Haley called after her, though she considered her friend's words. Chris had been staring at her oddly earlier. Letting out an exasperated breath, she rolled her eyes and lay back on the couch.