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P.S. Italics are either for flashbacks or for emphasis.


Disclaimer: One Tree Hill is owned by none other than Mark Schwahn, the CW Network and that production company whose name escapes me. If you didn't see my name there, then I obviously don't own it.

Haley stirred as rays of sunlight streamed through the window.

She squinted then yawning widely, turned to her right – and nearly fell off the bed in shock. Lying next to her was a very, very good-looking man who was still fast asleep. For a moment, Haley sat there, trying to comprehend what was going on.

Then it hit her. She was innocently drinking champagne when this hot guy – whoever he was – suddenly approached her and began talking to her. They had more than a couple of drinks and somehow, they ended up here – wherever "here" was.

Haley frowned, narrowing her eyes. Although half of his face was lying flat on the pillow so she couldn't really see who he was, he looked very familiar – too familiar…it didn't take long until she began screaming, "Holy crap – Nathan Scott!"

He awoke with a start. He looked up at her in annoyance. "Do you mind not screaming so goddamned early in the morning? I have a terrible hangover and if you think your scream is loud, imagine what I hear."

Haley was just about to stand when she realized that she was completely naked. "Oh – my – God –" she turned to him. "Are – are you naked, too?"

The corners of his mouth curved upward slightly. "Well, yeah – but another round is not exactly in the contract."

"Another round –?" Haley's voice trailed off. Then she suddenly stood up with the sheets held tightly around her body. "We had sex last night?!"

"Apparently, yes because that would explain a lot, wouldn't it?" Nathan said, looking highly amused at her reaction.

"No – I didn't have – I couldn't have – there's no way –" She stammered as she clutched the sheets tighter. She instantly flared when Nathan was smirking at her. "We couldn't have had sex! I'm a virgin!"

Nathan shrugged, lifting the blanket to show her bloodstains on the bed sheet. "Wow, looks like you were."

Haley was practically on the verge of tears. "This cannot be happening – I should've said something last night!"

He smirked again then mimicked a high-pitched voice saying, "You did, and from what I could remember, it was 'Oh yes, Nathan, right there, keep it going, oh my God –!'"

"You're not helping! I didn't want to lose my virginity to you! I was saving myself for marriage!" Haley shouted.

Nathan actually snorted. "You still believe in that marriage crap? Pffft, no wonder you were still a virgin."

"You asshole – how could you do this?!" She yelled.

"How could I do this? Hey listen, whatever your name is, you wanted this as much as I wanted it so don't you go blaming me for the hot and wild sex last night. Personally, you should be congratulating yourself. Not every girl loses her virginity to the Nathan Scott, you know." He said, grinning slyly.

""You're really an arrogant jerk, aren't you? I guess the tabloids weren't lying when they said that you are nothing but a womanizer." Haley said scathingly.

He didn't seem to be quite affected, as though he had heard that comment so many times already and looked around the messy bedroom. "Do you happen to remember where you threw my shirt last night?"

If looks could kill, the glare Haley was giving Nathan could've sent him straight to hell. "I am so out of here."

She hurriedly dressed up without a word as he watched her interestedly. She was just about to leave when she told him, "I know that you like to brag about your latest conquests but I'd really appreciate it if you don't tell anyone who I am."

"I don't even know what your name is." Nathan pointed out.

For an insane moment, Haley considered telling him but then her gaze fell on the bloodstain and once again, she felt anger bubble inside her. "Good. I'd rather it stays that way."

"Where are you going?" He asked.

"I'm leaving. You're used to driving women away when you're through with them, so this time, I'm going to be making it a little easier for you."

And with that, Haley was gone.

Two years later…

"Haley, I need to see you in my office right now!" Mr. Turner called.

Haley heard him from her cubicle, which was located on the far end of the office. She sighed in frustration. Today wasn't exactly the best day of her life.

She was an hour late for a meeting, the heel of her shoe broke because she had been running all the way from downtown to the office, she lost her keys and she spilled her coffee on the article she had just been editing.

Now, her boss was calling for her. This could not be good.

She dragged herself down the hall and into Mr. Turner's office. "You wanted to see me?"

"Why the hell did it take you so long? It's not like your job is that important or hectic." Mr. Turner demanded.

Haley rolled her eyes, making him smile slightly in affection. Normally, he was the kind of man that intimidated anyone but never Haley James. She wasn't afraid of him and she sure as hell didn't care if she showed it.

He admired her intelligence, her spunk, her witty humor, not to mention the fact that every man in this office wanted her. She wasn't exactly Hollywood-glamorous but she was quite the stunner, even in a plain black suit.

"Now, onto more pressing things . . . how many years have you been working as a copywriter here in the Los Angeles Times?" Mr. Turner asked.

Haley couldn't resist rolling her eyes again. How many times did he have to rub it in her face? "Two and a half years, like I needed any reminding."

"Well, how would you like it if I gave you your first exclusive story?"

She looked up at him in shock.

He was beaming at her.

"You're serious?"

"Yes, I think you're ready for your own story – er, I mean interview." Mr. Turner said.

Haley was thrilled. "Oh my God, thank you so much! What is it about? When do I start writing it? Do I get a new office?"

He laughed. "No, you don't get a new office, but I promise you that this story is going to make up for that dingy office you hate," before Haley could say anything, his intercom buzzed. "Talk to me. Yeah – she's here – they're here, too? That's great. Send them in."

"Mr. Turner, who exactly am I going to interview?" Haley asked curiously.

As if right on cue, the office door swung open and Haley's hazel eyes met the dark, midnight blue ones of Nathan Scott.

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