They had such a strong friend ship, such a strong bond. Being that close with some one made you realise you were empty with out the other. But things change, they always do. How do the two cope with such a dramatic change?
He grabbed her waste and pulled her in biting his lower lip and whispered something in her ear, she giggled and pushed him away walking away, licking her lips, shaking her hips. He watched her go, obviously staring at her but and laughed to him self, got up headed to his friends. My friends.
"So Luke, Jake, Skills what we got planned for tonight?" he asked coolly flipping open his iphone to read the 3 un read messages only sent to him in the last 20 minutes.
"Don't know man, I'm kind of tired from last night" Skills muttered sitting comfortably on his seat in class, his eyes half shut.
"I'm with Skills. Aren't you exhausted? I swear we were running for years?" Luke said after resting his head on his desk.
"You guys are soft! I'm fine, you should be too!" he answered shaking his head chuckling. He got up bored, his friends were zombie's and he was too hyper to sit with them and become a zombie him self.
He headed towards Rachel Gatina sat on her desk and started talking to her. He had that gift you know that charm?
He could talk to any one with out making it awkward or weird. That's why he was friends with every one. Every one loved him.
And a few people were in love with him too.
Rachel obviously was one of them. She was playing with red curls twisting them around her index finger slowly.
I couldn't quite work out what they were saying but she was clearly listening to every word of what was coming out of his mouth. Laughing, smiling, and staring into those ocean blue eyes.
The thing was, after the blonde girl he was blatantly flirting with the other second, was going UN noticed to Rachel. The five minutes she got with him was enough for her.
Because he was that good.
Another five minutes went by he moved on…
Marvin McFadden.
Or mouth, as every body called him sitting with his close friend Millicent Smith. They were going through a maths text book. Obviously revising for the next exam they had.
He grabbed a chair from another table and sat opposite them. They both looked up and smiled.
Another long easy conversation flowed out of his mouth.
Mouth laughed.
Millicent giggled.
He was that good.
"Earth to Haley James!" I must have zoned out because Brooke Davis was waving her small hands in front of my face.
"Sorry" I muttered looking at Brooke and Luke who were sitting in front of me. She was on his lap, he was half a sleep.
"So I thought about going to that place at the shopping centre. You know the one on the corner. I forgot what it's called. God and I call my self a shop a holic. It's that blue one… with all the vintage dresses. Well any way I found a pink silk dress in there, it was to die for, and there was a black version for Peyton and a light blue one for you and pink for me obviously…"
I again zoned out.
What was wrong with me?
I couldn't help scan the room for him.
My eyes slowly travelled towards Mouth and Millicent's table, an unoccupied chair opposite the two told me he wasn't there.
Rachel Gatina. Sitting at her desk on her own applying lip gloss pouting in the mirror. With all her make up scattered on the desk told me there wouldn't be room for him to fit on that either.
Looking at the far end of the class room I found him. Sitting by the window on the table listening to music. Staring out the window he looked as if he was in another world.
Like me I guess.
A world that involved him self.
I guess I'm portraying him as a perfect man aren't I?
The guy every one loves.
The guy whom every one wants to be his friend.
The guy that makes you smile when you're down.
So I guess he is perfect. But no ones perfect so I scratch that from the list.
"HALEY!" Brooke screeched again. Shocked at the sudden noise I jerked a bit looking up to Brooke who was rolling her eyes.
"Sorry, so you were saying… the pink dress?" I asked nodding my head as if I knew what she was talking about.
"Pink dress? We weren't talking about a pink dress!" she asked.
"10 minutes ago we were" Peyton Sawyer butted in saving me from at least a little less moaning from Brooke.
"Yeah, alright Blondie. So you agree? It took Peyton ages to agree to this so please say yes?" she pleaded.
Say yes to what?
I didn't know what to say. You never know what to say with Brooke. I didn't know what I was getting my self in.
"I say no" that deep voice murmured behind me. I twirled around and looked at him questionably.
"She will not dance around in that dress."
"What?! You haven't even seen it! Peyton doesn't mind wearing it. And they're gorgeous, picture it… Peyton wearing a black one, Haley a baby blue one and my self a pink one! Oh it's going to be amazing" Brooke clapped.
"You showed me two days ago. It's extremely short…"
"Wait!? I think she asked me not you. I'll do it!" Just to prove a point, I agreed to what ever the hell I got my self into. If Peyton agreed to it, I was sure it wasn't that bad.
"Fine, but don't come running to me when you don't want to do this"
Determined to stay calm, strong and not let it slip then I was in fact quite pissed off that I had just agreed to something I would probably never do I nodded walking off not really sure at all where I was headed to.
Feeling his strong yet soft grip on my arm I turned around looking up.
He was much taller than me. Obviously.
"What's up Haley James?" He asked in a patronising tone.
"Don't patronise me" I answered looking into his eyes to show I wasn't joking.
"Fine I surrender" he said putting his hands up.
I smiled.
"I can not wait to see you with Peyton and Brooke dancing to I kissed a girl, by Katie Perry must I add. At the Christmas show." My smile soon faded and my eyes widened.
"Oh crap" I muttered quietly, but not quite enough as he heard me.
"I'm your best friend Hales, you could of just let me save you from what you just got your self into." He said shrugging.
I didn't say a word.
"Nathan!!" Skills shouted from the other side of the room.
"Okay Nathan you win" I said sticking my tongue out at him skipping off to Skills and the others joining them closely followed by Nathan pulling me up from my seat, sitting on it then pulling me back on his lap listening to what Skills had to say.
If a stranger was watching all us friends at that moment they would have assumed Nathan and I were a couple. However they could carry on watching and realise he was not a one woman type of man.
He had his arms around my waste gripping me tightly.
Not too tight.
I turned in and rested my head on his broad shoulders. Smelling that scent made me even more comfortable and relaxed.
Nathan Scott's scent. The one I grew up with. The one I'd known for exactly 17 years.
My amazing best friend.
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