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Chapter 7
They were now in Nevada, the last stop before returning to LA. The car pulled up to the school, as Carl and Dave climbed out, and opened the door for Lucas to exit. There were already a number of people outside of the school wanting to get a glimpse at the famous Lucas Scott, and true to his word, he stopped to sign some autographs, before being ushered into the school.
Haley stood to the side of the court, as Lucas addressed the school children and their parents, which had congregated in the gym.
"So as you guys know, I've started a competition so that all of the schools across the country can enter, And the school that is picked at random, will win a couple of days training we me." The kids in the stands started talking excitedly amongst themselves, which caused Lucas to smile.
"Okay guys, now just so you know what to expect if you win, I'm gonna need a volunteer."
Suddenly the kids went mad, they were jumping up and down, waving their arms in the air, wanting to be that lucky person.
Lucas, in the interest of fairness, walked up and down the gym, rubbing his chin, as if giving it serious thought. He glanced at Haley with a smile, who joined in with his game.
"You." Lucas said turning suddenly, pointing at a boy who must have been about six or seven.
"Who me?" the kid asked in disbelief.
"Yep, why don't you come down here?" The boy got up excitedly, making his way to the court, where he stood in awe in front of Lucas.
He bent down to the boy's level.
"What's your name?"
"Ben." The boy replied, finally finding his voice.
"Well Ben, I was wondering if you could give me a hand." Ben nodded very quickly, obviously eager to start.
Haley looked on as Lucas began teaching the boy some of his moves; as a small smile crossed her lips. He was really good with the kids, and when Ben copied his move, Lucas glanced her way, his face lit up, and he held her gaze for a moment and smiled.
By the time the gym was empty, Lucas, Haley and the rest of the crew were on their way out to the car. The crowd had thinned as the majority of people had already gotten an autograph, and had returned to their everyday lives. However, Ben stood beside Lucas's car with a woman behind him.
"Mr Lucas, Mr Lucas. Thanks for picking me."
"Hey no worries man."
"No, it was really nice of you." The woman replied seductively. "I'm Samantha, Ben's big sister." She said extending her hand to him.
Lucas turned to Haley, who tried to hide the look of disgust, at this woman's flirting. She quickly plastered on a smile, which Lucas took to mean it was okay.
He took her hand to shake it, but Samantha just held his.
He tried to remove his hand, and she reluctantly let go. "We're your biggest fans."
"Thanks." Lucas replied, as Haley rolled her eyes, glancing down rubbing her neck when Lucas turned to her.
Carl and Dave opened the car door.
"I'm sorry but we have to go. It was nice meeting you…"
"Samantha." She cut in.
"You too Ben." He said, as they climbed into the car.
The ride to the next school was quiet, Haley was busy going through her planner and Lucas stared out the window. She glanced at him, and then back to her planner. After a few seconds she repeated the process.
"Okay, what?" Lucas said turning to her.
"What?" she asked, as if she had no idea what he was talking about.
"Back there, what was with the eye rolling?"
"What eye rolling? There was no eye rolling."
"There was, I saw you. Don't think that by rubbing your neck and looking away, that I didn't see what you did, and what you did was roll your eyes."
Haley didn't reply, instead just moved a post it, from one page to the next.
"Fine." Lucas said giving up, he turned his attention back to the window.
After less than ten seconds, she turned to him.
"Okay." Haley replied, putting down her planner.
"I knew it." He replied turning to her with a smile.
"Its just, could she be anymore obvious? 'We're you're biggest fans.' I mean, I could practically see the drool as it left her mouth."
"That's taking it a bit too far isn't it?"
"Luke, the woman was ready to press you up against the car." She replied waving her arms for emphasis.
"Really?" he replied raising his eyebrows, he loved winding her up, it had been so long.
"Fine." She replied, going back to her planner. "I just don't see why you would like someone like that." She picked up her pen and made an amendment.
"Your jealous." He said, as the thought suddenly hit him.
"Excuse me?" she asked in disbelief, looking up from her planner.
"You heard."
"I am not jealous. Besides what do I have to be jealous of, Miss Drools-a-lot? I'm sorry, but you're sadly mistaken."
"You're totally jealous." He said with a big grin plastered over his face. "You're jealous because you don't have anyone drooling over you."
"Fine, whatever you want to believe. Indulge yourself in this little charade if you must, don't let me stop you."
"So it won't bother you if I called her?"
"Knock yourself out." She replied sarcastically.
Lucas pulled out his cell phone and a piece of paper, and began dialling. At the sound of the keys she looked up.
"What are you doing?"
"Calling Samantha." He replied, waving the paper in front of her.
"Where did you get that?"
"Not just a handshake." He replied. "But it doesn't matter right, cause you're not jealous."
"Right." She smiled returning to her work.
"Samantha, it me, Lucas. I was just wondering if you wanted to go to dinner tonight?"
There was noise on the other end of the line that sounded to Haley, like extreme excitement.
"8pm alright with you?"
"Great, I'll have my assistant book us a table." He said looking over to Haley, who pretended to be engrossed in her work.
"I'll send a car for you." He laughed at something she said. "See you then." He finished, as he ended the call.
"I'm gonna need a reservation for two…"
"Already on it." She said taking her phone from her bag.
He could tell that she was jealous, but a part of him felt guilty for doing what he had. It was obvious that he had hit a nerve, and when he thought about it, he could not remember the last time that he had seen her with a guy, let alone on a date with one. She worked all the time, which he guessed left little time for a social life. And it was because of him. At first calling Samantha had been a joke to wind her up, but he had been sucked into the situation, and now he had to take this woman to dinner. It couldn't be that bad, could it?