Next chapter. Hope you like! I just wanted to let you know their not quite at the The Hampton's yet. But there is a little bit of drama unraveling in this chapter. This is Brooke's POV, but it will have a take on what Nathan is thinking as well. Please review!
"What the hell?!" Brooke yelled, after she had finally stop standing there and staring like a solider called to attention, and began to let her anger spill out all at once. It was unbelievable. Un Fucking Believable. So that was the reason why Nathan was constantly ditching Peyton and making lame, corny excuses as to why he couldn't hang out. That was the reason why he was always tired. He was fucking Haley James, the biggest effing loser ever. And maybe the biggest slut bag ever according to that scene that was unraveling in front of her eyes. It was all too much to consume at once and she felt herself needing a fresh breath of air. Maybe a stroll around the breezy park would do her some good. Since when, exactly, did Nathan start being even remotely interested in Haley Fucking James. And to put it simpler, when did he become interested in Ked wearing- dork- math whizzes that claim to know everything concerning school, but have no life whatsoever. Was Nathan Scott becoming soft? Maybe he was more mysterious than she thought. Mysterious guys were hot in her opinion. Not that Nathan wasn't extremely irrestable already
"I can explain" Nathan mumbled. He jumped up and quickly put his clothes back on, his face blushing with embarrassment and humiliation. And for once, he didn't actually look so tough. He looked like the image of a weak and vulnerable person. Innocent
Explain what? How you cheated on my best friend? Um, no thank you. "Save it" Brooke Scoffed, glaring viciously at Nathan and Haley, who struggled to find a reasonable excuse as to why they were hooking up behind Peyton's back, looking uncomfortable in the utter most. She had to get out of that disqusting room as fast as possible before her breakfast ended up sprawled all over the graphite, tile floor. Absolutely revolting
Nathan ran over to Brooke and tugged on her sleeve, leaving a nervous Haley still sitting awkwardly on the fiery red blanket with her face buried in her backpack. "Where are you going"? He demanded, stopping Brooke dead in her tracks. "I'm sorry, okay. It just wasn't meant to be, you know me and Peyton"
Brooke instantly turned around and hissed. "Well you can take your fake apology and stick it up your hairy ass because as far as I'm concerned your girlfriend is named Peyton not Haley, and as far as she's concerned you guys are not even close to being over". Now I would love to stay and chat, but unfourtanely I have to go. Somewhere, anywhere, where I can breathe properly. Oh, and by the way, before I was traumatized by the two of you I came to search for my purse, and if it's lost I'm totally suing"
Nathan bounced over to the closet and pulled out a pink Louis Vuitton signature purse out of a bag entitled Lost and Found. "Is this yours"? He asked, holding up the purse like it was the world's biggest stink ball
"Yeah" she replied, grabbing the purse, and then smearing MAC cinnamon, her latest purchase, all over her heart shaped lips
"We didn't work out together, Brooke. You have to understand the conditions we were in. We were fighting non stop, and the times we weren't screaming at each other Peyton was always so moody and depressed and controlling. I don't want to be with somebody like that". He didn't know why he had to explain things to Brooke. It wasn't like he was cheating on her. But she would probably find out one way or another and chop their heads off all the same. "I love Haley.." Nathan admitted, his voice trailing off. There, he'd said it for the first time ever. He, Nathan Scott, was in love with Haley James. He didn't know what it was about that girl but she seemed to have changed him for the better. He looked at Haley, who was reigning shock and pleasure with her eyes bulging out of her pretty head. The old Nathan would have told Brooke to fuck off in a flash, but now Nathan was a sensitive boy with a heart made of gold, and no longer took after his father, Dan
Even Brooke was surprised, but she continued to maintain her frustration. Was Nathan really in love with Haley or was it just some stupid, crazy dare? It's so hard to tell. "Nathan, you amuse me" She laughed bitterly. "Haley amuses me. The fact that you can prance around like a saint and act like you did nothing wrong amuses me. In fact, this whole situation amuses me". She circled around Nathan, which made him sweat. "You wanna know what Peyton talks about every waking second. You. How she's soo in love with you. It's always Nathan, Nathan, Nathan. And even though it's annoying, it's actually kind of cute. I know she can be sort of weird at times, but she's my best, best friend, and I will stick by her side until the end. So if you want to break up with her then just DO IT! Don't sugar coat it. Simply say : I don't love you anymore, Peyton"
"I can't" Nathan said, licking his lips and looking down at his dark chocolate shoes. " It'll crush her heart"
Brooke rolled her eyes. God, Haley has turned him into such a wimp. "If you had enough courage to sleep with Haley, then you can have enough courage to break up with Peyton. Properly".
"I'm not trying to be a total female dog or anything, but I was wondering why you care so much about Peyton and Nathan's relationship" Haley interrupted them abruptly
So now she decides to speak up. "Hello Jaley" Brooke smiled her most bitchiest smile at the blonde, showing off her perfect pair of crystal white teeth. She already hated Haley, and the way she was acting like a spoiled princess bitch was making her hate her guts even more.
"It's Haley" she snapped innocently, biting her already chewed up fingernails
"Whatever. Peyton is my friend, and you might not understand, but friends look out for each other". Brooke examined the dirt underneath her nails and sighed. She was in serious need of a manicure. She would have to set up an appointment with Cary immediately after school was over
"Just promise you won't tell Peyton" Haley pleaded, her hazel eyes filled with hope
"Oh, I'm definitely telling her. She deserves to know" Brooke said. "Unless, you do what I say".
"And that is"?
"Dress exactly like me" Brooke stated. "And that means makeup, shoes, hair, everything". She knew Haley would rather jump off a 500ft bridge than dress like Brooke, and that it's self gave her pleasure. "Come to my estate tonight and I'll let you borrow something of mine"
"What's your address"? Haley asked
Brooke dug into her purse and clutched a fountain pen. She scribbled her address in the palm of Haley's hand. "See ya there"!
It feels soo good being bad
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