Haley James

Nathan Scott

A Naley Story

Disclamer: I do not own these characters and I do not own One Tree Hill. This is purely fiction based off fiction.

Anger subsides to violence, peace is yet to be acknowledged, and justice is hardly served… But one thing is said to conquer all- .. that thing is love.

Nathan cracked his back as stress took over every muscle in his body. He chewed on his gum harshly, hoping to annoy anyone and everyone. He ignored his friends who bothered to wave at him and scoffed at the people who stared at him for more than what was necessary.

"I can't believe Mr. Jones paired me up with him for the chemistry project," Haley groaned as Nathan flashed an extremely cocky smile at her.

"On the bright side, he's not terrible to look at," Brooke patted her bestfriend's shoulder.

Haley sighed. Nathan was the school manwhore- a complete waste of a face. He was far too deep into his own ego to care for anything or anyone.

"I promise, Principal Finnigan, I won't get into another fight anytime soon. My hand needs to rest up anyway," he got up and left the his office. He bumped into someone rather short on his way out. "Oh sorry," it was Haley. "I take that back, I'm not sorry." He smirked.

She scoffed up at him, "Fancy seeing you here, did Principal Finnigan catch you sneaking in booze again?" she smiled sarcastically.

"Funny, but no. I suppose he called you up to ever so kindly ask you to tutor some dumb, helpless student in need of assistance in order to make his way through this semester." He gave it back to her sarcastically.

"Oh so, someone like you?" she gasped- sarcastically yet again- walking away.

He smiled at her successful efforts, "See you in Chemistry, parttnnneerrr."

Haley dragged her feet to her final class of the day, not wanting to deal with the perks of Nathan Scott.

"Let's just do this and get it over with." She said, sitting next to her lab parner. She tied her hair up, preparing for what could've been the worst 55 minutes of her life.

"Couldn't agree more." He replied sharply as he rolled his sleeves up and began pouring chemicals together. She watched him as she put her safety goggles on. He carefully mixed the correct bases together, much to her surprise. She was about to begin her part of the lab experiment when her eyes got caught on a very deep scar on his forearm.

"Oh my gosh, Nathan- what happened to your arm?" she grabbed a hold of his wrist and examined the cut.

"Oh," he began to stutter, "That was from the fight I got into last week."

"No it's not, it's a fresh cut... Meaning it's new," she stared up at him, "It can get infected and if you accidentally spill a chemical into it, God knows how much it'll burn."

"Why do you care, anyway?" he jerked his arm back.

"I don't, it just looks freaking disgusting." She got up and opened the first aid kit hidden inside one of the cabinets. She set the bandage onto the cut and wrapped it securely, "There. Now I don't have to look at it and gag for the rest of class."

He sighed changing the topic, "We have 6 worksheets due on this project so we should divide the work evenly."

She let out a laugh, "Like hell I trust you with these worksheets. Have you seen how in-depth the material is? We'll just work on it together, after school sometime or something."

He shrugged at the Ravens cheerleader, "Fine, whatever."

Chemistry was their final class of the day. Haley sprang up the second the bell rang, gathering up her satchel and running out of class.

"Wait up, Haley!" Nathan ran out and caught up with her, "Don't you think we should start these worksheets today?"

"No. Why? I have to meet up with Brooke and Peyton to go over new ideas for our cheer uniform."

"Ditch them, then. Come on, you said we might as well get this project over with so the earlier we start, the earlier we never have to speak to each other ever again." He tried to keep up with her but she was walking so damn fast.

She stopped to face him, "If I say yes, will you promise to leave me alone after we finish the project?"

He hesitated to respond, but sighed as he saw that she was serious. "Yes."

"Sweet, just wait for me here. I need to go talk to Brooke and Peyton."