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One of the reviews I got reminded me of why I started writing in the first place. Thank you kind guest for the review. Since reading the review, I will not be waiting til I get 25 reviews because it is my story and I should be able to update as soon as I want to. It was such an empowering review. Thank you again. As well a huge thank you to those you who have continued giving this story great reviews...

When I first started this chapter my mind kept wandering. And this is what it wandered to... My mind was taking the movie A Cinderella Story, you know with Hilary Duff and CMM, and turning it into a Naley story. So I was working on that for a while; of course, it is no where near ready to be viewed at this point. And then I came back to this story because I thought I had made everyone wait long enough (sorry about that guys!)... But I was just thinking the other day and a scene started forming in my head from that for this story. SO... I came up with an idea. So, I hope you all like it! And if it is not in this post then it will certainly, most absolutely be in the next. Because I might have to make this chapter into another two-parter.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. A Cinderella Story is such a cute movie and then there is of course OTH, which is all Mark Schwann's doing (sometimes I wish I had totally come up with it, but doesn't everybody?).

So without further ado, here is the next chapter...

The next day, at eight a.m., Haley was helping decorate the banquet hall for that night's Greek Ball. Every year the university hosted a formal party to raise money for the Greek system on campus. Most of the money went towards the Greek rush week that would start next Monday, two days before classes began.

This year was a little different than all the previous years. The Pan-Hellenic council had opted out of hiring a full catering staff, so the students would be pitching in to take over the jobs on the wait staff. Usually they threw a masked ball but this year they were doing some sort of talent and auction night. It was sure to be a big hit with all the work everyone was putting into it.

Her big sister had volunteered them both to help that day, without asking Haley if it was alright. Although Quinn hadn't bothered to show up yet.

Haley didn't really mind all that much, though. She liked volunteering. She liked to say that it helped cleanse the soul.

She looked around her searching for a friendly face. Mostly she saw the guys from Omega Kappa. Omega Kappa was like Zeta's brother Fraternity. Their two houses did everything together. So she wasn't that surprised to see most of the boys there from that house. She was really just looking for one in particular, Lucas. But he didn't seem to be there yet. He said he had wanted to try and hang out.

There were some smaller houses there as well, getting in some philanthropy hours for their sorority or fraternity, but for that to happen everyone in the house had to come. The Tri-Pies were all there. They were a science major fraternity of fifteen bright minds. Haley met some of them once and thought they were quite nice.

Some other girls from her sorority were there as well, Brooke Davis and her best friend, Peyton Sawyer. They were both juniors. Brooke was a fashion major, while Peyton was still undecided.

They were both on the UNC Cheer Squad. And Brooke was set to be captain that year. She was the most qualified, had the most experience and was the most popular girl on the squad. She was a Zeta after all. Brooke had long brunette locks and hazel eyes, although they kind of changed colors with the tones of her clothing for the day.

Her parents were both quite rich on their own but add into that the money from her mother's father, made them at least millionaires. She had every care in the world afforded for her. Her every need was taken care of. They had lived in one of the bigger houses in Beverly Hills, California. She had been a Cheerleader in High School at Beverly Hills High for all four years, and she had been named Captain two years in a row, Junior and Senior Year. Coincidentally she also ruled the school. But because she was rich, she had the problem of people wanting to be friends with her or date her to get to her money, so she really had to watch who she trusted. She had dated tons of bad apples throughout her high school career, and her friends, weren't real and true friends at all. There were only a core few who she could trust with her secrets. People in the school called them the Royals. They consisted of her two best friends since birth, Rosalie and Alexis; and her gay best friend, Benjamin, who everyone called Benji. Rosalie and Alexis all lived in the same neighborhood as Brooke growing up, they had all gone to the same playgroups and their parents were all part of the same country club. Alexis, or as everyone called her Alie, was actually her next door neighbor. Rosalie, whom everyone called Rose, was just as rich as Brooke and they had become fast friends. As for Benji, he had been moved from school to school, his parents looking for the right fit and instantly within a few days he found he fit in with this tight-knit group of girls the best. So he had stayed.

Everyone wanted to date Brooke Davis or be her friend or get invited to her parties. She did throw the best blowouts. Her sixteen birthday was literally picked from a catalog for half a million dollars. The New Year's bash she threw her senior year was on a yacht docked out in the bay. Her Junior Year Spring Break was spent at her vacation house on the island of Hawaii with her three friends. The week-end of her eighteenth birthday was spent in Tijuana with a crowd from her school. Her Graduation Party is still the talk of the town two years after she left. And then the trip her parents sent her on as a gift for graduating with relatively high grades was a two month vacation at their chalet in the south of Spain, with some friends and her then boyfriend, Eric.

After high school, Brooke had had the choice to stay in California, and of course she chose to get out of there, for she could not stand being around her parents any longer during their various divorce battles. But then she also had the choice to go Ivy as well. She was originally set to go to Duke but call it fate or whatever, but at the last second she decided to go to UNC instead. And luckily they were still holding a place for her.

Her mother and father weren't the best parents in the world; they weren't always around to raise her. They were divorced as soon as she left her senior year of high school. She was surprised when it happened but not because it did happen but because she thought it should've come sooner.

Her mom, Victoria, still lived in California. She had remarried two years after the divorce to a man named Richard Hughes. He was old Hollywood all the way. He was a product of riches and old money. He grew up wealthy, thanks to his parents and dead grand-parents. Brooke neither liked him nor disliked him. He was always indifferent to her, like all he cared about was his money and having a younger, prettier girl on his arm. He was at least fifteen years older than Victoria, and she looked young for her age. It must've been from all the surgery she had done in her earlier years of trying to make it in the modeling world and the Botox from her later years.

Robert Davis, her father, had taken the house in New York. He didn't change all that much from what he was before the divorce. Except this time he could freely sleep with anything that walked. Growing up, Brooke barely saw her father. He was an international business man and would travel all over the world for his job. Sometimes, he would be gone for months on end, leaving Brooke with her mother, who wasn't the best caretaker. She would usually just have their maid, Paulette, tend to Brooke's needs.

But in spite of all that had happened to her family Brooke grew into a beautiful and remarkable young lady.

Peyton was more of a loner than Brooke, by far, but they were still the best of friends. On her days off you could find her rifling through her old records or frequenting Back Door Cd's and Tapes, one of the record stores in town, where she also happened to have a part time job. She loved her music. It was a big part of her life.

Ever since she could remember, she had been good at art; pastels, oils, paints, any art style, you name it she was good at it. In High School, her artwork had even won awards in all the major shows in her hometown. Once an oil painting of hers had won best in show at two different art shows in the same month. She was even selling them online, at the time. She really didn't see the sense in actually going to school, though. But her parents saw her going to a nice respectable college after high school and she didn't want to disappoint them.

She had her wildly curly blonde hair cut in a short pixie-cut since her junior year in high school. Her eyes were a pale green color.

Then, when she was entering high school, her parents broke the news to her that she was adopted. A few years back, she had had to have a little surgery because she was in a car accident. Rummaging around in a file of paperwork for her birth certificate one day during that summer she had found the paperwork that informed her that neither her mom or dad could have given her any blood during that surgery because their blood-types did not match hers, which she thought was a little weird. She then started asking questions, so they had had to tell her the whole story. They even gave her the chance to meet her birth mom. She decided against meeting the woman who chose to give her up when she was born because she had all the parents she needed already. They were enough for her is what she told them.

And in truth they were wonderful people. Since an early age, Larry Sawyer had made a living out of chartering fishing excursions, mostly on the east coast, because he lived in the middle of it all, Charleston. He met Anna on one of these trips. At that point in his life, he had not gone to college and was instead in Louisiana, captaining barges into the Gulf. In a storm his boat had capsized and he had been badly injured. But he was soon brought ashore by one of his mates brought into a hospital in Galveston, Texas. That is when Anna came into the picture. She was studying to be a nurse at the University of Texas. She was on a ride-along with some of the others in her program in Galveston. She was there at the hospital he was brought to. In fact, she was one of the ones to first see him come in. From that point on, she would visit his bedside whenever she could and they fell in love. After a short engagement of a few months they were married and had moved to Savannah, Georgia. For years after that they tried and tried still to get pregnant, but it just wasn't meant to be, so they looked into adoption.

They were truly great parents, they did everything right. Unlike Brooke's parents, they were there for her every time she needed them.

But then when she was a senior in high school they both had died. They had gone on a walk to the store a few blocks away from their quaint neighborhood. It was mid-October so it was quite cold that night and because it had just rained for the first time that fall and the rain plus all the oil on the road from the various cars driving past made the road slick. They had been walking in a crosswalk across a quiet street when it had happened. A drunk driver, not seeing them because of the alcohol in his system, ran a red light, hitting them and left her unconscious, with some brain swelling from the impact and him barely able to breathe with a collapsed lung, broken leg and some broken ribs, but awake. From there they had both been rushed to the hospital but had succumbed to their wounds, earlier the next day.

Peyton had been at a friend's house that night, and had only been able to make it in time the next morning to the hospital to be told that they were already gone.

That was when she had met her birth mom, Ellie Harp. They grew very close during her senior year, although they live in different states now. She in South Carolina and of course Peyton in North Carolina. Peyton eventually understood why Ellie had given her up, and she had learned to forgive her.

Last year, the girls had been roomies at UNC and had been inseparable since.

Haley didn't really hang out with them but she knew of them. Maybe this would be the year to get to know them better.

Nathan decided to sleep in that morning. He didn't have any pressing matters at hand so he thought, why not?

School was starting in a week from that day and he was so ready for it all to begin. High school had been fun but everyone always said college was we're everything happened. Plus he was so ready to get back on the court and start kicking some ass and winning some games.

He thought about what Lucas had said yesterday on the court, not just about rushing but about the party. If It was a party for Greek life on campus he should definitely go. Not just because of being invited but because of Haley. He might see her there. He was sure she was part of a sorority, although she didn't need to be. If she was than she would most definitely be going. And he wanted to see her again, hear her infectious laugh; maybe get her talk to him this time.

He spent an hour just laying in bed thinking. He needed to find this Lucas guy again and find out about some things.

He silently got out of bed, not wanting to wake Tim up, or whomever was currently snoring in the bed above him, to see him in his boxer short underwear. He didn't think that Tim snored like that. 'We'll, if he does, I guess that's something I'm going to have to get used to.'

He grabbed some baggy khaki shorts and one of his light blue polos from his drawers, as well as a new pair of underwear and headed for the bathroom. Just as he opened the door the door on the opposite side opened up, just like it had when he had first moved in and went to check out the bathroom situation. Although this time it was Zac and not Tony who had opened the door.

"Sorry dude. Do you need to use the bathro..." Nathan trailed off just as Zac showed he was carrying some clothes with him.

"Oh... no. It's not urgent. I was just trying to beat the rush."

"Oh." Nathan looked surprised but went on, "you can go ahead of me if you want. I was just hoping to take a shower before leaving. I guess since I took one before the party yesterday I don't absolutely need one right now." He reasoned out loud to himself.

"No, no, no... Go ahead. I'll go next." Zac could see that he had something to take care of. He had a very determined look on his face. And he sure didn't want to be the one to stop him from doing what he had to do.

Nathan was thankful, because he really wanted to take another shower. He wanted to look good for Haley if she was hanging around Luke today as she had before the tour his first day there.

When Zac left the room, Nathan, walked over to the door Zac had just gone through and locked it. He also went back to his door and locked it as well. He turned on the shower and got undressed. His Old Spice shampoo was already in the shower. Once he got in he noticed that the shower was actually pretty big. Since their were four of them sharing each bathroom the school had made it so there were four different places to put stuff. Each of them had their own little cubby hole.

He took is five-minute shower as per usual. And was ready to go in another ten minutes.

Once he was done he unlocked the doors and knocked on the one that headed into Zac's room.

As he was walking out his door the other opened. "Thanks dude. That was pretty fast."

"I usually am," Nathan acknowledged to his neighbor, just as he tossed last night's underwear into Tim's dirty-clothes hamper. And of course, Nathan being Nathan, he made it effortlessly. He walked to his dorm door and opened it to leave but there was someone there waiting for him.

The bitchy red-head girl from last night. "Um... Hi?"

"Rachel." She harrumphed. She was angry that he had forgotten her name. It wasn't like she was easily forgettable.

"Oh yeah... that was your name." Nathan began. "Well, sorry I can't stay and chat, but I've got some place to be." And with that he walked right past her and down the stairs at a brisk walk.

As soon as he was on the street below he walked over to a campus map. There were a few here and there around campus. There was one right in front of his building, in fact. He looked for where the Greek's were located. And soon enough he had found his destination. Once he had done that he traced his finger from the red arrow that said "you are here" along a path that would take him to the Greek's, and hopefully, some answers.

Haley was absentmindedly working on the task at hand and didn't notice the blonde student walk up to her.

"Hmmm, hhmmm..."

Haley jumped when the person standing behind her cleared their throat. She instantly turned around to face the newcomer.

"Oh, hi Peyton."

Haley went right back to work.

Peyton was a grump in the morning so she didn't answer with words but a grunt.

Peyton sat down to help with the task at hand. After about three minutes and ten or so incessant grunts from Peyton, Haley spoke up, "Why did you offer to come help if you are not an early morning person." Today the older blonde was wearing her usual grunge "I'm in a rock band" fare, black band-tee and grey and black plaid shorts. Her usual wildly- curly blonde locks mildly curled today in a half-up do. Peyton didn't answer the question.

"Did you want to sit and help?" Haley asked as she heard another grunt pass the blonde's lips.

Peyton let out a sigh and in her obvious grunt voiced, "sure," and sat down next to the younger girl. "So, what exactly are you doing?"

"Well, since I have pretty good hand-writing they asked me to pencil out all the signs. Some of them need some artwork. I know you're good at that. So, why don't you do that?"

"Okay," she began. "Are there any that you are actually done with?"

"Yah. Those right there." She stopped and pointed to a pile of five posters. "Can you also trace what I've already done with a fine tipped marker?"

"Of course." She grinned and went to work.

Lucas looked up when his name was called.

"Nate, my man," he began, as he walked down the walkway to where Nate stood. "Whatcha up to?"

"Oh, nothin' really."

"Well, I'm off to go help set up for tonight." He started. He turned to look at Nathan, "Did you want to come and help?"

Nathan hesitated for a minute. "I was... you know what? Count me in."

"Well, okay then," and he started walking again. This time Nathan ran to catch up to him.

"I was gonna ask, where is this party, anyways?"

Luke laughed. "I totally forgot yesterday to tell you when and where it was. Sorry dude."

"Don't worry about it. But I'm glad I caught you just in time before you left."

"Well, you're one lucky dude. I was supposed to be there this morning at eightish, but my alarm didn't go off this morning until like thirty minutes ago."

"It takes you that long to get ready?" Nathan joked.

Lucas glared at him but chose not to answer his question.

"What? Just asking."

By then they had stopped at another house, this one was painted white with light blue trim. It was clearly a sorority house, it looked feminine. Lucas started walking up to the front door. Nathan followed thinking this was where the party was.

"This isn't it. I have to stop at my girlfriend's sorority. Do you mind?"

"No, of course not." Nate stops in his tracks not wanting to intrude in Like's personal conversation.

Luke looks back at him, "it'll only take a minute or so. I promise."

"Take your time. I don't mind. Really."

Luke turns towards the front door once more and walks up to it. He politely knocks and waits.

After a good long minute, a skinny petite girl with dark eyes and brown highlighted hair opened the door. "Hey Luke. Are you looking for Lindsey?"

"Umm... yeah. Would you mind getting her for me?"

The girl at the door just stood there, staring at him. "Um... Torrey, can you just get her for me please."

"Yes... Gosh Jeez. All you had to do was ask nicely." And the girl named Torrey closed the door in search of her housemate that was wanted at the door.

A minute later, Nate watched the girl he assumed was Lindsey open the door. She was tall, like supermodel tall. She had hypnotic blue-grey eyes and straight honey blonde hair that covered her summer-tanned shoulders and fell gracefully to her lower back. She wore a rose colored tank top with white lace shorts. Her feet were bare.

"Luke, what do you want?"

"Linds, I just want to talk to you."

She goes to shut the door in his face but he is too quick, he stops it with his hand. "I just want to apologize for last night. I am not sure what I did wrong but I just wanted to say I was sorry."

She studies him and then says, "how can you be sorry for something if you don't know what you did wrong?"

"Well, whatever it was, I'm sorry."

"Luke, I can't do this right now. I'll talk to you later," and she succeeds in slamming the door in his face. Meanwhile upstairs on the landing facing the front walk, there was a tanned, dark haired girl leering down at the strikingly handsome dark-haired boy with intriguing blue eyes that was standing on her front walkway.

Luke turns back around and starts walking down the walkway to the street. Without a word he continues walking down the street, the girl in the upstairs landing, following his every move. Luke can feel someone's eyes on him but when he turns to look at the upstairs windows of the house he just left behind, he sees no one. He shakes away the feeling and walks on.

After a second of hesitation, Nathan follows him. After a minute of silent walking, Luke turns to look at his companions face. What he sees doesn't make him any happier. "It was that bad, huh?"

Nathan just grimaces. "Sorry dude. I didn't mean to listen."

"No, don't apologize. It's okay."

"It didn't sound okay."

"Well, I'm sure it will be if she would just talk to me. I have no clue what I did." There was silence again as they walked, but not soon after look interrupted the silence once again. "What are girls' problems?"

Nathan had no good answer to that question. He had often asked himself that very same question. "Well when you figure out the answer to that question, you should let me in on the secret..."

"Oh my Gosh, Peyton. That is really good." Haley complimented the girl. They had been working side by side for a little over two hours. And once Haley needed to take a break she took a look at Peyton's artwork. And she was in complete awe. The pictures were indeed beautiful. Haley was a bit surprised. She had no idea that Peyton was so artistic.

"Thanks Haley." She paused at her work. "By the way does anyone ever call you Hales?"

"Why yes, of course. But only a privileged few." The younger girl said mysteriously, but jokingly. "And by the way, I had no clue you were such an artist."

"Yeah. I started drawing early. I was the best finger painter in kindergarten," she jested.

Haley laughed. "No really. These are great." She said again as she looked through the ones that were complete.

The way they worked together was working well for both of them. Haley was a perfectionist and she could take her time on the penmanship while Peyton took about the same amount of time to drawer on the posters.

Meanwhile down the street, Nathan and Luke made their way to the banquet hall that would host the fundraiser that night.

"Well, this is it." Luke said as he walked inside, with Nathan trailing close behind him.

"Hmmm..." Nathan let out, looking around for one person in particular, when he spotted the person that had been occupying his mind all day. Without Nathan noticing, Luke walked off to see if he could help with anything.

"Are you almost done with that one?"

"Hey, don't rush me."

"Haley, you know it doesn't have to be perfect."

"Oh, just because I like perfection doesn't mean that you can lecture me. We have all day."

"Well, actually at the rate you are going they won't be done until the start of next semester."

At that Haley laughed.

Nathan saw the pretty girl laugh at something the girl standing next to her had said just a moment earlier. He decided now was as good a time as any. He thought about how he would approach her. The girl that was with her was now looking at him and gave him a little smile.

"You know Haley. Why don't we hang out more? You're a cool enough person."

"Oh well thanks for that, I guess."

"Oh your welcome. And just so you know there is a hot guy staring at you. He looks like he is going to come over here." She gave a small smile.

Haley looked up from her work at her. "Oh really?" She could now feel someone's gaze on her. "What's he look like?"

"Oh, he is super hot. And if you say no I call dibs. Which you would be crazy to say no, by the way." Peyton told her matter-of-factly.

"Don't look but he's coming over here."

"So how about that boyfriend?"

Haley didn't have to turn around to recognize that voice. But she did anyways to confront him.

"Oh, please. Will you just stop already?"

"I'm sensing you two know each other, which means I wouldn't want to be a third wheel here, so... Oh, what's that Brooke? Ill be right there." Peyton said as she got up and left them alone, sensing the tension between the two.

"Why? Why should I? It's a simple question. Why won't you just answer it? Then maybe just maybe I will leave you alone."

"Fine. I don't have a boyfriend. Does that answer your question, you jerk?"

"Yes it does. Thank you Ms. James."

"So does that mean you're going to leave me alone? Finally?"

"Heck no. I just said that to get an answer out of yah."

"Oh, great! Well then." she rolled her eyes.

After a few seconds, he asked, "Can I ask you a question?"

"You just did."

Nathan tries to muffle the laugh with his hand. "Another? Well another after this one?"

Haley sighed. "I guess."

"Why don't you like me?"

Haley looked taken aback. His question was very forward. "I don't not like you."

"Well, it sure seems like it."

Haley was speechless. "Well, okay. One thing, the first thing you said to me was asking me if I had a boyfriend."

"Actually, first I introduced myself. I said Nathan Scott. I told you my name."

"Okay, fine. You got me there. You were polite at first but then you followed it up with a very personal question."

"What's so personal about asking a pretty girl if she has a boyfriend?"

"It just is... That is not the kind of question you ask someone that you don't even know."

"What? I can't tell a pretty girl that she's pretty?" He smirked at her.

She couldn't control the blush that was now once again covering her face in his presence. "Well, now you're just trying to soften me up."

"It's working isn't it?"

She scoffed at that trying to cover up the deep blush that was taking over her face. But she wasn't all that successful. She was just glad the boy in front of her had the decency to not bring it up but instead just stood there awkwardly. Meanwhile she went back to working on the poster she was working on.

And she couldn't help but agree with him.

"What are you doing, anyways?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?" She paused. "I'm working." And she said under her breath so he couldn't hear her, "It's not that hard to figure out."

"Well, do you need any help?"

"Sure, why not?"

"Okay, where do you want me?"

Torrey walked up the stairs of the white house up the block a ways. She was startled out of her thoughts when she almost ran into her friend and fellow cabinet member, Carrie.

"Oops, sorry Carrie."

"Who was at the door?"

"Luke, he was looking for Lindsey."

"Oh. I swear that couple has more drama than any on the soap net these days."

"Yeah, I know. They should just break up already, so that someone else can have him. And by someone else I mean me."

"But I could've sworn as I peeked out the window that I saw someone else."

"Yeah. He didn't introduce himself. But he certainly was fine."

Carrie huffed out a sigh. "He certainly was, he certainly was."

As most of you can see I take awhile to update. But as of right now I am just writing for me. I have no clue where this story is going to take me. So, if you just bare with me for a little while longer the story just might grow on you. It might grow on me.

Sorry also for all the stuff about Brooke and Peyton. I needed some filler ideas and they might come in handy during the story. So I guess, watch out!

And Mwahhahaha... As you might have guessed Carrie is evil... And I hope it wasn't too cryptic there at the end. I don't want to give too much away so that is all I will say for now.

But alas, right after I finished I went to go post it but the site won't let me so as soon as I can I will upload this...

Anyways, hope you enjoyed part one of this chapter. Part two should be up next week sometime.

Reviews help me as always. Thanks everybody...