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Beautiful Mistake

This was a mistake. A big fat, loud and drunken mistake. She ducked as someone threw a very large and full bottle of liquor over her head and covered her ears as the drunken boy who was supposed to catch it missed by more than a mile. It shattered on impact and after examining it for a mere two seconds, the boy along with his friends busted out laughing at the sight.

The whole ride over in Nathan's broken and beaten car she had berated herself for even going in the first place. But she was after all, tutor girl, and never did anything she wasn't supposed to. This was different. She was with him; outside of school; in the middle of the night. It was a mistake though. She didn't fit in with this crowd. She wasn't dressed properly; in fact, she was certain she looked exactly like her grandmother…in 1942.

He had a tight grip on her hand as he led them through the crowd, only letting go when he reached the kitchen and grabbed two red cups full of some unknown substance. It smelled fruity when she brought it to her lips but the bitterness nearly gagged her as she took a sip. Knowing that she couldn't look like a wimp and a lightweight now, she quickly gulped the rest of the burning liquid down her throat.

He quirked up an eyebrow in surprise. "I didn't peg you as a drinker either tutor girl."

"Yeah, well you never asked." She retorted taking the next cup that was offered to her without hesitation.

"Whoa. Slow down there." He chuckled as she went to take a drink. He took her cup and set it down on the table. "Why don't we go see what else there is to do?"

She numbly nodded and held his hand once more as they went to the back of the house and out the door. Haley grimaced at the half naked girls splashing in the pool but tried to remain cool and collected regardless. It was her first party, with him no less, and she didn't want to be tutor girl. For once, she really didn't want to be herself. Not with him anyway. He had kissed her earlier; a brief and almost non existent kiss but she could almost still feel his lips on her.

She wondered if he did.

"Do you want to play?" he asked her once they stopped at a ping pong table filled with cups of beer. "I don't know if you ever have…"

"No, but how hard could it be?" she questioned releasing his hand and stepping up to the table. Effortlessly she threw the ball across the table and it neatly landed in one of the cups.

"You're just full of surprises tonight aren't you?" he mused, taking his turn and sinking yet another ball.

Five games later, they were tied with the opposing team, and currently in double overtime. Haley had never even heard of beer pong before in her life but was enjoying it nonetheless. She was slightly buzzing and if they lost this game, and the overall competition she would be drunk in a matter of minutes. Losers had to do two kegs stands…a piece.

She blew out her breath and tugged nervously at her ponytail as she aimed at the single cup on the opposite side of the table. Their side had four and if she could just sink this last cup they would be the winners. It all rested on her shoulders. And with Nathan standing directly behind with both of his hands on either side of her, leaning on the table, it made for quite the nerve wracking experience.

Barely hearing the crowd around her, just his breath in her ear, she closed her eyes and chucked the small yellow ball with a smiley face and waited to hear everyone's reactions. She didn't have to hear anything though, as she felt herself being spun around and lifted into the air. When she willed herself to open up her eyes she was in his arms, looking at his smiling face, and everything else around them faded away.

Until it all came back, full force.

"Nathan!" Haley slipped out of his embrace and the two turned around to see the source of the shrill voice. Haley immediately became defensive but made sure she didn't seem like she cared. And she still didn't care when the voluptuous vixen sauntered up and planted a sloppy kiss on Nathan's lips. He greedily responded and she rolled her eyes at the sight. Once they did manage to untangle their tongues, they pulled apart, grinning at one another. "Mmm...I've been waiting for you all night."

"I didn't think you'd be here." Was his response to which she was clearly disappointed. "But maybe I'll catch you in a little bit."

"What?" she asked, blinking in confusion. The whole thing was beginning to draw a scene and Haley allowed herself to blend into the background and away from the line of fire. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means I came with someone." He snapped, annoyed with her stupidity. "So put some ice on it Nikki."

Haley bit her lip and watched as he shoved Nikki away from him and stomped off onto the beach. She wasn't sure what had just occurred; if she should even be somewhat grateful that he had admitted that he was in fact with someone. That someone being her. He asked her to come, she came, so the only thing that was appropriate to do was to go and find him. She couldn't tell if he was pissed or indifferent, but whatever the case may have been, she went off in search of him anyway.

"Hey." She whispered which almost went unheard as the waves loudly crashed around them. She found his sitting with his arms on his propped up knees staring out into the vast ocean in front of him. He didn't respond and didn't acknowledge her presence but she found herself sitting down anyway. "So back there…"

"What about it?"

"Psycho ex girlfriend?" she playfully inquired which elicited a small smile from him. "I had one of those in fourth grade. Boyfriend though, not girlfriend. They're a bitch to get ride of."

"Nah." He responded, still not looking at her. "Nikki; she's just trouble that all. I just not into that tonight."

"But you're into it sometimes." She filled in, hoping that he would deny it. Knowing though, that he wouldn't. "I stole a bag of chips once. When I was in the second grade. And you know, with my luck, I grabbed the wrong bag because I was so nervous. So not only did I get grounded but I didn't even get the Cheet-O's that I was craving so much."

"Ohh…Haley James got grounded one time in her life." Nathan taunted nudging her slightly.

"Well when I get home at," she glanced at her Tigger wrist watch. She frowned at the time. "…God, at five AM? I'm pretty sure I'll be grounded for the rest of my high school career."

"Why did you come?"

"Because you asked me to."

"No, well yeah. I mean if you're going to get grounded, you probably shouldn't have come." He looked at her for the first time she had arrived and she could tell he felt slightly guilty.

"But I wanted to." She shrugged, picking up some sand and letting it run through her fingers.

"Well what I meant was, why did you come here? To find me?"

"Is there a reason I shouldn't have?" she asked, turning her gaze to look at him. "Did you not want me to?"

"No." he shook his head. "Yes, I mean. Man. What I mean is, that was pretty dickhead move I just pulled back there. You don't even seem mad."

"I don't have a reason to be mad." She explained, slightly perplexed as to why he was making such a big deal. "We're not dating or anything so you can kiss whomever you'd like."

"You're very different." He told her, as he started to pick at the sand as well. "Nikki, we're not even dating. We're not anything and she's going to be pissed when she finds out that I brought you here."

"Then you shouldn't have brought me here."

"But I wanted to." He mocked her previous words. "And what I do is none of her business."

"God, I'm so late." She checked her watch once more and groaned. Her parents were cool, yes, but depended on her to help them getting the kids together for school in the morning. Her pounding head was another matter all together. "And I'm so drunk."

Letting herself fall back into the sand, she placed her hand over her forehead mindlessly massaging her throbbing temples. The only other time she had drunk had been in ninth grade at a sleepover gone horribly wrong. It didn't end up pretty then, as she had spent the evening and the morning after in it's entirely, empty the contents of her stomach. She blamed her best friend then, but now it was all entirely her fault.

All because of a stupid boy.

"So what? All that 'I'm a big girl and I can handle my liquor' was just a ruse? Are you trying to impress me James?" he was now on his elbow, looking down at her with a smirk placed firmly on his face.

She playfully shoved his chest. "So what? All that 'I'm a bad boy and I can't handle English' is just a ruse? Because you and I both know you don't need any of that bullshit."

"No, I don't." he admitted as he reached down and brushed some hair from her face. "But then I wouldn't have an excuse to see you for two hours everyone Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday."

"So who's trying to impress who?" she quipped, her eyes daring him to object. He didn't, just continued to look at her and remained quiet. "Hey, what's going on up there?"

He savored in her as she touched his ruffled hair. "I'm all wrong for you."

She opened her mouth and closed it several times in searching for a response to his previous statement. There was obviously chemistry between the two; it had been since the first day they had spoken but their attraction was always unspoken. But she had somehow convinced herself that it was her with a silly school girl crush on the town bad boy. One that, even in her wildest dreams was never reciprocated.

He looked hurt. She hadn't meant to come up speechless. For once in her life, she had no words. They were her life, and the one moment when they meant the most she came up with nothing. She couldn't even muster up something stupid, like 'cool'. He made a move to get up and she slightly panicked. Before she could even think or analyze anything she was about to do, she was pulling on shirt, crashing her lips onto his.

When air became an issue, they pulled apart with their foreheads touching. He was panting and she was licking her lips, both trying desperately to make sense of the situation. Her boldness had shocked her and surprised him, but the ghost of smile on his face proved to her that he enjoyed it nonetheless. Now, there was awkwardness and she wasn't sure what to say…again.

"Do you want to get out of here?"

"And go where?" she found herself asking, as she continued to play with the hair at the nape of his neck.

"I could take you home." He answered much to her disappointment. "Or, we could go back to my apartment."

"Sure." She wasn't sure what had come over her. First she couldn't find words and now she was blurting them out.

"To which one?"

"I'm not ready to go home yet."

X-x-X

Once they stepped back into his car and they were on they're way, it was silent once more. He let the top down and regardless of the fact that it was quite cold out, she relished in the freedom she was experiencing. He laughed as she unbuckled her seat belt and sat on the headrest of the seat. Letting loose her ponytail, she ran her fingers through her hair and allowed the wind to take over from there.

"You're definitely not like other girls." He mused as she sat down in the seat once more. "You're definitely not like anyone I've ever met."

"Why's that?" she wondered as she tentatively covered his hand that was covering his gear shift. He looked at her for several seconds, taking his eyes off the road. It wasn't until he served slightly and she giggled that he removed his gaze. "What I guess I'm trying to say is; is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

"It's definitely a good thing."

"Back there, on the beach." She began, stuffing her hands in between her thighs and leaning more towards him. "You said you were all wrong for me. What did you mean by that?"

"I think you know I'm a mess." He responded and she noted that he gripped the steering wheel a bit more. "I just don't want you to get caught up in all that."

"Then what are we doing here?"

"Playing twenty questions?" he taunted and she gave him a pointed look. "I don't know what we're doing here. You stalked me and followed me to the basketball court."

"I followed you?" she asked incredulously, gaping at him slightly. "Seriously? You're delusional."

"I just figured since you stare and drool and daydream about me all day, the obvious next step would be to go after me."

"I cannot believe how pompous and arrogant you are!" she seethed, punching him in the arm. He winced but didn't do much else. "Did you for once thing that I have a life outside of our tutoring sessions? That maybe I have something going on that oh, I don't know, was keeping me up at night? Something I'm stressed about? No. You didn't. Because you never asked."

"If it's something you want to tell me, then you will. But I'm not going to ask you a bunch of questions to get you to open up to me. I don't work that way."

She didn't get a retort in before he was pulling into this apartment complex, closing the rag top and killing the engine. Letting out a deep sigh she ran her fingers through her hair, holding it at the back of her head with her hands. He fiddled with the keys for a few moments before chucking them up on the dashboard.

"What are we doing?" she questioned, letting go of her hair and turning her head to look at him. "You and me. What is this?"

"Why does it have to be anything?"

"I guess it doesn't." she mumbled, feeling quite defeated. He reached for his keys and dropped them in the process on the floor in front of her feet. Both went down at the same time and when their heads nearly collided, he forgot all about the keys and went straight for her mouth.

Haley gasped in surprise as she pushed his tongue inside her mouth and shoved her against the door of the car. She didn't fight back, just pulled his shirt closer to her body. As he inched forward, moving on top of her to gain better access, it was quickly realized by both of them that the long gear shift was going to be a major issue. Without missing a beat, Nathan was sliding into the backseat and pulling her with him.

Landing on top of his lap, she rotated her head to give him better contact with the nape of her neck. He wasted no time in pulling off her sweatshirt and her small white cami, leaving her bare save her bra and jeans. His hand went to the clasp of her bra and hesitated, looking into her eyes for permission. Her answer was pulling his own shirt over his head and discarding it somewhere in the front seat.

Nathan maneuvered Haley so that she was lying on her back, the cool leather seat sending chills down her bare back. Her arms covered up her breasts as he skillfully unzipped and shimmied her jeans down her legs. He kissed her as the buckle of his belt was released and she helped him be free of his own pants. They both stopped long enough to tease the other, playing with the hem of each others underwear.

Just when she was about to take it all back, thinking, knowing she wasn't ready, she heard her panties rip and felt him deep inside of her. She cried out in pain, griping his back and biting her lip to keep from crying anymore. If he did care, he didn't show it but she wasn't stopping him either. She allowed a few tears to escape her eyes as he nipped and tugged his way down her neck.

"Say something." He commanded in her ear as his calloused hands worked his way all over her body. The cold was no longer an issue as his body heat kept her warm. The pain was dulled now, and was replaced with intense sensations and small pleasures.

"Please. Don't stop."