Hey guys! I know I'm writing like a lot of fics right now, but this one has been on my mind for a few days now and I really have to start posting it or I'll freak out. It's a little different, so go easy on me guys. Thanks.

This is AU and it's pretty darn complicated. Hope this makes sense.

Back Story: Haley James is the only daughter of Karen Roe. Her father is Clarence James who is also Taylor James father. One of Haley's arch enemies. Diana James is the mother of Taylor. Haley and Jake grew up together playing basketball and what not. They're best friends with Brooke Davis. Nathan and Lucas Scott are the twin brothers of Deb and Dan. Nathan's currently dating Taylor and Lucas is currently dating Rachel. Tim hangs out with them and dates Peyton. Dan Scott, Clarence James and Larry Sawyer all used to go to Tree Hill High and play basketball. Taylor and Rachel are best friends. Nathan, Lucas, Rachel, Peyton and Taylor all hang out. They are seniors in this. Peyton, Taylor and Rachel are all on the Tree Hill Raven's team. Chase Adams is in college and Haley's on again off again. The team is girls not boys in this. Please, let me know what you think!

Just One Shot

Chapter One

Tie-Dye Popular Kids

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"Ew." Brooke grimaced, throwing a sweat-wet T-shirt off Haley's bed and sitting in its place.

"Shut up." Haley muttered, throwing her hair up in a messy bun.

"You know, you could have like, such hot guys if you actually dressed like a girl." Brooke suggested, eyeing her friend who wore a loose AC/DC sweater and a pair of tight jeans.

Haley turned to her with a tired sigh. "I'm done with guys, Brooke."

"So now you like girls?" Brooke shook her head. "You're so confused."

"Whatever. Are we going or not?" Haley plopped her hands on her hips.

Her brow rose inquisitively. "You're going like that?"

"Yeah." She held her arms out. "What's wrong with it?"

"Nothing." She smiled sweetly. "If you're a she-man." She added quietly.

"Shut up, Brooke. I'm going like this. Forgive me if I don't get a panicure before every little prank." She rolled her eyes as she threw on some worn basketball shoes.

"It's manicure." Brooke corrected and then blinked innocently when Haley gave her a death glare. "And trust me, this will so be worth it."

"It better be. You know how much I hate them." Tying the last knot in her shoelace, she stood up. "We're going to grab Jake on the way?"

"Yes we are." Brooke stood up happily. "This is going to be so damn cool."

"I hope." Haley followed her friend out of the room.

All the 'important people' of Tree Hill High were sneaking into the school tonight to have some big party on the field. And of course, with Brooke being Brooke, she wanted to ruin it for them all. She hated Rachel and Peyton the most and she wanted to make them miserable. And Jake and Haley were going to stand by her, regardless of the consequence.

Brooke Davis.

She smiled softly at her friend. She'd been her friend for so long, she didn't even remember a day when they weren't. She was there when she lost her first tooth, when she broke her first bone. She was there when her love for basketball turned into more than just a game. When it turned into something she wanted to actually do. The first time Brooke had cried over a boy, Haley had been there for her and vice versa. Hell, Haley was still crying over a boy and Brooke was still there for her.

Jake had been too, really. He'd even offered to kick Chase's ass but she'd declined, because they had a 'connection', Haley always defended. Brooke usually used quotations around the word, adding that the only connection Chase knew of was sticking his male key in the female lock. Jake nodded in agreement at her theory. Haley just chuckled.

"We're here." Brooke announced half an hour later.

Jake pulled the packets of color powder out of his pocket and handed them to Haley from the backseat. "Make it rain rainbows, Hales." He smirked.

Brooke smiled and turned to Haley. "Ready?"

"Yeah, let's go." The two girls climbed out of the car and ran behind a tree hurriedly. They could see the field from a distance. Everybody was partying and having a good time. Haley could make out Taylor dancing with her boyfriend Nathan Scott from a distance. Her eyes narrowed. "Let's go."

They snuck to the sprinkler settings and Haley fell to her knees before it, opening the time box. They were right outside the field and if they moved too much, someone would probably see them. Slowly, she took the powder from her sweater pocket and dumped it into the sprinkler dispenser. Brooke covered her mouth to cover her giggles.

"Shh." Haley ordered, glancing at the crowd.

"Look at him." Brooke whispered next to her. She was watching Lucas Scott, her long time crush. "I hate doing this to him."

"He's one of them, Brooke. Whether you dream about him shirtless or not." Haley told her quietly. She closed the box softly and smirked at her friend. "Let's watch."

Brooke frowned softly. "I can't watch. Lucas is gonna be all mad and wet and…" She looked thoughtfully for a moment. "Maybe I can, on second thought."

Haley shook her head at her and watched as they partied on, like nothing was about to happen. She smiled and slowly sat back. "Let's see Taylor play basketball with green hair."

"Let's see little slutty Rachel play with her hair all tie-dye. Lucas is so not going to do her anymore." Brooke snickered when she spotted her enemy. She hated Rachel. A lot. The slut threw it in her face all the time that she was dating Lucas, who she knew Brooke had been crushing on. She overheard Haley and Brooke talking in the bathroom about him once.

"Let's get a closer look." Haley suggested.

"Uh, you go ahead. I can't run as fast as you." Brooke told her in a whisper.

"Alright." Haley snuck right behind the bleachers, getting a perfect view. She glanced at her watch. Two more minutes.

As soon as she sat down, she saw the cops creeping up to the scene. Her eyes widened in horror and looked to Brooke who also seen them. She waved her hand to Brooke to run and Brooke did just that. Haley crawled from beneath the bleachers, setting up to run and as soon as she jumped to her feet, she felt someone grab her hood. She struggled to get out of their grip, and realized that it was Whitey Durham, the basket ball coach.

Instantly, her struggling stopped.

"Miss Haley James. I didn't think you went to parties like this." He commented tiredly.

"I don't." She gritted. When she looked back to the party, the cops were breaking it up and inebriated teenagers were flying everywhere. She rolled her eyes.

"What're you hiding back here for? Looks like the party's over there." He motioned towards the field, a loose grip on her sweater.

"For them it is." She said with a small smile.

"Come on." He urged her forward. "Let's go." He said, leading her to the field.

No way was she going to have colored hair. "No, Whitey! No!" She planted feet on the ground. "Please! I- I'm-I can't!" She stammered. "I'm agoraphobic!" It was the only thing she could think of.

That made Whitey stop. "What in the hell is that?!"

"I'm…scared of wide open spaces!" Thank goodness for that random trivia on the inside of Snapple bottle caps, she thought. "If I go out there, I'll have a seizure or faint or something."

He eyed her for a moment before shaking his head. "Whatever. Hey!" He called to the officers. "I got one over here!"

The cops held a few people in their grasps. She noticed Peyton, Rachel, Nathan and Taylor. Then she noticed three random other people. Her smile grew as the officers held them directly in the middle of the field. "Bring her over."

"Can't." Whitey said. "She's got some kind of phobia."

Just then, the sprinklers went off. She laughed when she heard Rachel yell something about the color and watched in satisfied amusement when all of them started jumping and hollering.

Whitey looked down at her suspiciously. "No wonder you were behind the bleachers." He sneered.

Haley looked up at him and the look in her eyes made her smile fade.

She was in serious trouble.

Two Weeks Later

Haley flopped down on her bed with a tired sigh. Not only was she still grounded for another two weeks, but she had to do one-hundred hours of community service! With Nathan Scott of all people! Yeah, he'd taken the wrap for throwing the party and was held accountable. He took the wrap for his precious little girlfriend and her hated half-sister, Taylor. She smiled a little. Her hair was so green and blue, she remembered. It had just started to fade. At least she got the satisfaction of that.

Brooke and Jake had driven away and she was thankful. Brooke was school president and she didn't want anything jeopardizing that for her. Jake and Brooke felt guilty for leaving her there but she didn't have any hard feelings. She was happy that they weren't in any trouble and she wasn't giving any names. Better one than all of them, right? Besides, she'd been in trouble before, right? A lot lately, dealing with Chase. But the conversation that she had the other day with him, that relationship was done. Hopefully.

Her mother had to pay a thousand dollar fine though and she had to work weeks at the café to work it off. Right now, her life wasn't going too great. Especially since she was going to have to work with Nathan Scott for a month! She wished she could work non-stop and knock the hours out to avoid him. But she knew she couldn't. There was school and homework and the café and the river court. Ah, the river court. There's somewhere she could go to work out her stress. Her mom was at work so she'd never know. She went straight to the café after dropping her off from the courthouse. Grabbing her basketball out of the closet, she sat it on the bed and changed into her basketball clothes.

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"So you're going to be working with that little freak?" Taylor frowned as she fell onto his bed. "Doing what?"

"Whatever they tell us, I guess." He shrugged and fell down next to her. "Isn't she your sister or something?"

"Sadly." Taylor sighed, laying back and looking at him. "But my father doesn't even claim her ugly ass."

Nathan laughed softly with a crooked smile. "She's kind of hot." He said uneasily.

Mortified, Taylor sat up. "What?! She's hideous!"

"Okay, okay. She's hideous." He lied. He'd seen her at court earlier and honestly she really wasn't bad on the eyes. She didn't have on all that makeup that every girl he ever knew wore and she didn't seem to be worried about how she looked, which he admired in a girl. Though he'd never tell Taylor.

"Right. She is." Nodding, the panic in her face faded. "We totally look nothing alike."

Nathan shook his head with a small chuckle. "Whatever. I just want to get this over with."

"So do I. I mean, between all of our different classes and basketball practice, we won't have a lot of time for us anymore." She pouted, moving to wrap her arms around his neck. "Guess we should start making up for time lost."

"Sounds great." Nathan murmured as he let her pull him on top of her.

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"Hey you." Chase called from behind her.

She caught the ball that had just fell from the hoop and turned to him. "Hey." She said cautiously. They'd just had a nasty fight the other day and she didn't even think he was talking to her anymore. She sure as hell wasn't talking to him.

"You alright?" He questioned walking closer to her.

"About what? The fight or the community service?" She questioned evenly.

"Both." He shrugged nonchalantly.

Haley shrugged too, looking away from him. "Fine, I guess."

After staring at her for a while, he sighed. "Look, Hales. I'm sorry for being a jerk the other day. I want to take you out."

"I'm grounded." She said tiredly. "Which reminds me, I have to go home now."

"Let me take you." He offered, the lust flashing in his eyes.

Haley sighed, knowing how hard he was to resist. "Fine." She huffed, tucking the ball beneath her arm and walking towards him. He slung his arm over her shoulders and placed a chaste kiss on her head. She laughed reluctantly and snuggled closer.

Karen smiled softly, looking over to Whitey. "I think it'll help her stay out of trouble. She's been getting into a lot of it lately."

Whitey sighed and looked over at her. "She's pretty good, I'll admit. But does she want to play?"

"Of course she does. It's the love of her life." Karen assured. "And it'll keep her focused."

"Why hasn't she tried out?" He asked skeptically.

"Taylor." She huffed. "But this is her last shot. Her last year. If given the opportunity, she'll go for it."

Nodding thoughtfully, Whitey started the car. "Fine. I'll consider it." He looked over at Karen. "But she better not screw it up."

Smiling happily, Karen shook her head. "She won't."