A/N: I just got bored and felt like writing this really quickly.
I watched in disgust as they flirted at her locker. Hers was very close to mine but I would say nothing because I wasn't supposed to do that to her. She wasn't my best friend in the world. I already had one. I had Peyton. Peyton and I had been best friends since we were about seven and her mother died. I was always there for her and she knew it, She knew that I always would be there for her and that gave her a feeling of stability one that she didn't experience often. I myself, being Brooke Davis, didn't get that feeling too often either. My parents didn't really pay attention to me, I had no siblings to rely on, I never liked getting so close to a guy that I could feel safe and I didn't even have a damn cat to confide in!
For some reason people assume that I hate Haley James. She was smart, I was popular. She was nice, I was a bitch. She looked like pretty little blue birds and forest animals dressed her everyday, and I looked like I just stepped out of 'Please screw me magazine'. But I was her friend, we weren't really good friends but I was still her friend. We walked to class together. I watched her glossy lips move but I wasn't listening to the words that were formed. We both had to take gym this term and we both hated it. I hated it because I didn't like the sweat that came with it she hated it because she hated having to shower with 24 other girls. Personally I really didn't care if the world saw my body, I mean I knew I was hot I might as well show it off a little bit you know? But that's beside the point. We sat on the bleachers as we listened to the latest music play out over the speakers that surrounded the gym. "God I hate this class" I stated. She smiled at me and put her hand on my knee. I glance down at it. "Unfortunately sweetie we have to take it" She said sweetly. Her hand stays on my knee a minute longer at it makes me burn for her. I want her. I need her. But I can't have her because she belongs to him.
My mind starts to race as thoughts of actually being with Haley fill my head. Then the damn gym teacher so rudely interrupts my thoughts. "Ms. Davis are you all right?" He asked me. I nod in response "Good" He states "Now we can start working up a sweat" I nod again. I'm not the perv that teachers teenage girls how to get all sweaty. I think to myself and start to laugh. "What's so funny?" Haley asked me. I shook my head "Nothing…Nothing…it's really…nothing" I mumble. She gives me an odd look but thankfully brushes off my momentary lapse of stupidity. We get off the bleachers together and I smile as she jogs to pick up a basketball. She passed it to me and smiled her smile that makes my heart melt. The one that's so sweet and gentle but could bring full grown men to their knees. I feel nothing but love for this girl. This beautiful girl that makes me tremble. Haley has an overwhelming sense of innocence, she had nothing but good karma, I'm sure. She has no idea. She was the first person I had told that I was struggling with being gay. She was the first person I trusted enough to keep it a secret.
She is the only person that I could ever love now. I love her scent, I love her smile, I love her hair, I love her neck, I lover her shoulders, I lover her body, I lover her mind, I lover her soul. I love her. I love Haley.
A/N: It was really short and crappy but I really wanted to write it. I don't know I suddenly just got an urge to write this. Weird when that happens isn't it? Okay throw me a review because this was my first OneShot. Hope you liked it.
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-Jessica Reddick