Title: Anonymous Goddess

Couples: Naley; possible Brucas&Jeyton

Updates: Coming as soon as i have time.

A/N: I had this idea and just had to get it out. Its my first time posting on here, so please tell me what you think. (:


Anonymous Goddess

By: BaleyAlwaysandForever

He doesn't seem to notice her as she walks by. She doesn't notice him either. They come from two different social groups, they are two different people who will never interact with each other; by choice. Or, at least that's what they think. They don't pay any attention to each other, because that's how life is in Tree Hill High. If you don't know them, then they're not worth knowing. Just that simple.

It'll all change though when a popular brunette starts a column in the school newspaper. They don't know it yet, and they wont figure it out until its almost too late. But they were made for each other, people who are meant to be together always find there way in the end. Right?

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"Hales?" a shaggy blonde-haired boy tugs at his best friends shirt tail. "Hales?" he says once more.

"Yeah?" she blurts out, snapping out of her trance. She was absent mindedly staring into her locker. Looking for nothing in particular.

"You coming to the café after school?"

She cant help but chuckle as she slams her locker shut. "I work there Luke, I don't think I have a choice."

"Well, you didn't come yesterday and you had a shift so I was ju-" she cuts him off as he scoffs out an answer.

He knows that she was having really bad cramps last night, and doesn't seem to understand the severity of them. She was really just being a girl, but he doesn't understand that. Its one of the consequences of having a guy as a best friend.

"Whatever, I'll be there. But don't come complaining to me, when you have a shooting pain through your stomach, and blood flowing out of your private business."

He looks at her disgusted as she walks away from him and to her homeroom.

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'What Girl's Really Think'

What do girls really think? A question that has been asked for centuries. But yet, no one guy has ever been able to figure it out. Don't try and play me, and act like you have it all figured out, cause you don't. You will never know everything she's thinking. You'll be lucky, if you even have an idea.

Here's your first lesson fellas;

You will never know exactly what she's thinking.

In this column I will give you insights on girls thoughts, every week. Girls, you will send in your ideas for me, your thoughts, or just random stuff, and I'll choose what I'll add into the issue for that week. Guys you can send in questions, and we girls will try and answer them as best we can.

So get to writing and send them in.

Fella's your first real lesson, will come next week.

Until next time,

Anonymous Goddess

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Her brunette hair, is stunning. It frames her face, perfectly, as she walks down the halls. All eyes on her is almost routine, and she doesn't feel the need to stop it. She spots her opposite gender elite, and approaches him, taping him on the shoulder as she reaches her destination.

He turns around letting his green eyes scan her body, finally making his way back up to her eyes. "You coming to the party tonight?" he asks her abruptly.

Even though he is dating her best friend, he doesn't see any harm in enjoying the site of her in a leather mini from time to time.

"Yeah, Peyt is too. Don't get her all riled up tonight kay? I hate when she drunk broods."

"Yeah okay." he states, and licks his lips as she bites the bottom of her own.

She pats him on the shoulder, completely oblivious to his attraction to her. "I'll see you then." she begins to walk away, but turns back suddenly, and points a finger into his face, "Just remember-" she stops and takes a deep breath. "Be nice."

He nods, and watches her as she walks away, to her fourth period class.

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She lifts the glass of milk from the counter, as she wipes under it, then slips it back into place.

"Friday nights are so dead here." The blonde boy says as he smashes a cookie into his already almost full mouth.

"Yeah, when are they not though?" she states, more to herself than anyone else.

"Good point." he takes a swig of his milk, and slams it back onto the counter, making it ooze out and over the side of the cup, and onto the newly cleaned counter. "Uh Oh-"

"I really hope you don't expect me to clean that up." she cuts him off, placing her hands on her hips.

"Uh-" he takes another bite of his cookie, then sets it onto the counter, making crumbs spurt from it. "Who else would do it?"

"I don't know maybe the culprit himself." she states in a sarcastic tone.

"Nope. I say you do it. You know the customer's always right." he says as he stands up from his stool. "And guess what I am?" he points to his chest, and stands up straight, "That's right-the customer."

The beautiful blonde narrows her eyes at her best friend standing in front of her. Takes one step back, and turns her head to the back of the store,

"Keith!" she screams, the familiar name and a man approaches her, holding a towel in one hand.

"What is it beautiful?"

"He wont pick up his mess." she whines, as she points to the boy in front of her. "I promise I didn't do it." she folds her hands over her chest, and pushes out her bottom lip, making it curve into a perfect pout.

"Luccasss Scooottt…" he exaggerates, in a loud playful tone. "Clean up your mess right now Mr." he narrows his eyes at the boy, and sticks up a finger, as Lucas' shakes his head 'no'. "Just because your mother, isn't here, doesn't mean you can do whatever the hell you want." he shakes his head, takes his towel from his shoulder, and begins to clean up the mess. "You know, im such a softy with you kids… I just need to get a harder shell or-" he mumbles on to himself.

Haley sticks her tongue out at her friend, and rounds the corner, to sit in a seat across from the man cleaning the counter. "So Keith, what are your plans for tonight?"

He chuckles and lifts his eyes from the counter, and to the two blondes in front of him. "What do you think?"

"I don't know…" she mumbles, while scooting in a little closer to the counter, "Wanna go somewhere with me and Luke?" she asks as she places an elbow onto the counter.

"It'll be fun…" she turns to Luke, and he shakes his head. "Don't be a wimp Keith." she adds and looks back at the man in front of her.

"Fine, I'll go. But only to keep an eye on you two."

"Mhhm…" she mumbles, and turns herself to glance at the boy behind her. "Plus when do me, and Lukey do anything bad in the first place?" she asks.

"Good point." Lucas' points to his uncle, and shifts on his feet. "So where we goin Hales?"

"I don't know…" she looks down to her feet, and then back up to her friend. "But we'll figure it out. We always do." she adds.

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She pulls her redhead friend, by the arm, and pushes her blonde friend in front of her. "Come on girls, we're gonna have some fun tonight."

"We always do." The redhead states, as she throws an arm in the air. "Now, cheer up Blondie." she persuades as she passes her by, smacking her on the arm.

"Yeah Peyt. Nathan's already here. Lets go find him." she grabs her best friends wrist, and pulls her into a kitchen. "Look here he is." she pats her best friends on/off boyfriend, on the back, causing him to almost choke on his beer.

"Jesus Brooke."

"Awwe, shut up superstar. Make-out with Peyt or something." the brunette pushes her blonde friend next to Nathan, and skips into the next room.

She grabs a drink from a nearby table, and takes a swig. It's routine for her. Placing her best friend, with her jerk of a boyfriend. Skipping into the next room, getting a beer. And usually by the end of the night hooking up with some random guy, that she barely knows. But that is all Brooke Davis knows. She doesn't think she deserves any better. Her only outlet is putting energy into her column. She signs it 'anonymous goddess' so nobody knows its her. She wouldn't mind, if they knew it was her. It would just ruin her rep, on not caring about the opposite sex, unless it was about having sex. Nobody dares, ask Brooke Davis for a relationship because well-they know it would never work. She has never been the kind of girl, who could stick to one guy. She takes after her mother in that department. She doesn't like the show that vulnerable side of her. She never has. And she doesn't believe she ever will. While she doesn't expect her column to have any effect on anyone, besides, having a little fun. She is most definitely wrong. Which she will eventually figure out.

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"Luke? Seriously what are you doing?" the wind blows her blonde hair, out leaving her face cold, and her nose turning red.

"Just having a little fun."

"Its cold, your crazy Luke. Really you are!" she yells as the waves become louder and louder.

"I don't care Hales. Come in here with me." he yells back, and splashes a bit of water into the air.

His uncle stands beside his best friend and shrugs his shoulders, "Lets go in Porker." he pushes, using a nickname he gave her when she ate a large pizza by herself, after a track meet. He grabs her by the arm, and drags her into the water.

"Stop! Really Stop!" she screams, as her feet inch closer and closer to the water. Her hair flies in various directions, preventing her from getting a complete view of her destination in front of her.

"NOPE! You wanted to do something, so this is what we're doing." Keith states, as he enters the water, still holding onto her arm. "Lets get her Luke!" he screams, and Luke comes running over.

"You got it dude." he says, stealing a line from 'Full House'. He makes his way over to his best friend, trying to catch his balance in the water. But, trips on the way over. Falling into it, face first. He struggles to get out, screaming under the water. Flailing, his arms every way her can. When he finally reaches the surface, hes stunned at the sight in front of him.

His best friend, and uncle laughing their heads off. Holding their stomachs sprawled out onto the sand. He doesn't understand how they could find this funny. He was drowning after all. He doesn't see the humor in this situation, but walks onto the sand anyways. He takes a seat in front of the two.

"You-you-" she covers her mouth, and lets out a slight snort, "are so-so-" she stutters as another snort escapes her nose, "stupid!" she finally gets out, and then lays back onto the sand, holding her stomach.

"Thanks for the compliment, Hales." he narrows his eyes at her, but cant help but chuckle at her position on the sand. Her feet are under her butt, as she is laying back holding her stomach. He doesn't understand how she got into that pretzel like form, but finds it a pretty funny site. He glances to his right, and spots his uncle sitting up, legs out in front of him, also holding his stomach. Just laughing. No snorts, no anything. Just laughing.

Lucas' does enjoy that he made two out of the three most important people in his life, laugh their heads off tonight.

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"I cant believe you just did that." the curly blonde says, as she throws a drink into her boyfriends face. "I was standing right her Nathan! Right in front of you damnit."

"Sorry…" he shrugs his shoulders, and grabs a nearby towel to wipe his face with, not feeling the sting in her voice.

"We're over, Nate. Over. That is the last time you're cheating on me. Especially when im standing in the same room." she takes, a deep breath, and grabs a drink to the right of her. "Damnit, Nathan." she takes a quick swig, and then exit's the room. Not caring what he has to say.

"We'll be back together by next week." he mumbles to himself, and searches the room for another drink.

"You really have to stop doing that to her you know?" a familiar voice says from behind him. He spins around to be greeted by a tall dirty blonde haired boy, known as Jake Jagelski.

"Yeah?" he pauses, and looks his teammate up and down, "Why would you care anyways?"

"Why wouldn't I care?" he takes a deep breath. Trying to control his anger. "You really need to grow a heart man. Seriously."

"Jake. You have no idea what our relationship is all about." he takes a drink of his beer quickly, and throws the empty cup onto the floor. "So take your 3rd grade crush act, and shove it-Cause she'll never like you."

Jake scoffs, and makes his way to the doorway. "Your right, and I don't mind.-But what you don't understand, is that she'll never like you either." he exit's the kitchen and makes his way to the front door.

Leaving Nathan to ponder on his last words.

Not knowing the effect, they would have on him.