"Are those kids smoking pot?"
"Relax Haley!" Brooke placed a hand on her friends shoulder and squeezed it tightly "It's college, everyone does it."
"They do?" Haley pulled her golden hair out from underneath her bag strap "But, I don't like pot."
Brooke laughed "You don't have to do it Hales."
"Oh good," Haley flicked her hair back and looked up, her eyes instantly connected with another boys.
He had dark hair and broad shoulders, his navy blue shirt was bulging in all the right places. The only problem was the blonde girl that was clinging onto his arm, shooting daggers at anyone that as much as spoke to him.
"Oh my god," Brooke stuck her arm out and Haley instantly stopped "It's Nathan Scott."
"What? Who? Where?" Haley questioned eagerly, trying to see where Brooke was looking.
"There," Brooke whispered, pointing at the boy from earlier. The one with the possessive girlfriend.
"Oh," Haley looked at Brooke expectantly "What's so special about him?"
Only the fact he is extremely hot. Haley quickly scolded herself for thinking such thoughts about somebody else's boyfriend.
"He's only like the best basketball player ever," Brooke hissed under her breath "Not to mention how hot he is."
"I know," Haley nodded, suddenly realizing what she had said, she covered her mouth.
"You know?" Brooke cocked a perfectly tweezed eyebrow "Is there something you're not telling me?"
"No!" Haley straightened her hair down with her hands "Of course not."
"Oh my god," Brooke dropped her jaw "You like him!"
"No I don't," Haley frowned.
"Well hook him while you can, his girlfriend, Peyton Sawyer, not the friendliest of girls," Brooke smiled, and linked her arm with Haley's.
"Don't worry, I'm not interested in him," Haley explained.
But was she?