Okay, here is the sad news. I normally don't like short stories, but I am just telling you right now that there is most likely only going to be, about five more chapters. But, on the bright side, there will bea sequel IF I can get enough feedback. So, thanks in advanced.

Chapter Eight: Shut Up and I'll Give you the Money

The next morning, Haley woke up next to Nathan in a bed she strangely recognized. She flipped over and smiled at the sight of a sleeping Nathan.

"Hey you wake up." She whispered in his ear.

His eyes fluttered open and a smile spread across his face.

"Well, goodmorning to you too, Hales."

He leaned in to give her a kiss, but she pulled away.

"What?"

"I haven't brushed my teeth yet. I have morning breathe."

"Oh, like I care."

"Are you sure, I don't want to repulse you."

"You could never do that." he leaned in to kiss her and this time she was willing to accept.

"Okay, it's time to get up mister." Haley leaned over to look at the clock that was now beeping.

"I don't want to."

"You have to."

"Why, it's only Saturday."

"Actually, it's Sunday."

"So, what's the difference?"

"We're going shopping with everybody today."

"I never agreed to go shopping."

"Neither did I, until last night."

"How did you agree to that."

"Way too much to drink, my boyfriend." She got up and looked around.

"Now what you looking for." Nathan thought. "Did you lose your clothes again?"

"No, it's just, where are we?"

"My room, don't you remember?"

"No."

"Well good." he kissed her, "Because neither do I."

He pulled her back on top of him and began to kiss her chest lightly. She smiled as she put her arms beside her head. She broke apart and hopped up.

"It's time to get up." She dug through a drawer until she finally found a teeshirt.

"I told you, I don't want to."

"Nathan Royal Scott, if you are not up by the time I get out of this shower we are not having sex for a week."

Nathan hopped up of the bed and tripped over a shoe, causing him to fall onto his face.

"Technically, I'm up."

"Okay, I guess I'll let it slide."

Nathan sat up. "How did you know my middle name anyway?"

"I have my sources."

"Brooke?"

"Totally."

Haley went into the bathroom and Nathan was going to get ready. He heard a phone vibrate on his nightstand, it was Haley's. She had a text message from Miles. He knew Miles was her agent, but she didn't know why he was texting her so early on a Sunday morning. He grabbed it and was

just about to open it, when Haley's head popped out.

"Is that my phone?"

"Yeah, it was vibrating, I was just checking to see who it's from."

"Oh, who is it from?" She came out in nothing but a towel.

"Haven't you taken your shower yet?"

"No, I was going to before I heard my phone." Haley said, wondering why he changed the subject. "So, whose it from."

"Oh, it's from Miles."

"Here, give it to me." Haley grabbed it and opened it. She read it and dropped it onto the ground.

"What?" He got up and put his arm around her shoulder. "Baby, tell me what's wrong." Tears were beginning to pour down from her eyes yet she said nothing. Nathan grabbed it off the ground and about passed out at what he saw. It read:

Why didn't you tell me u were pregnant?

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Haley was storming down the stairs, Nathan chasing after her, calling her name. He wasn't angry, just a little frightened and disappointed. Haley was shaking.

"Haley!"

She finally stopped and turned around. Nathan pulled her into a hug.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I'm not pregnant."

"You don't have to lie anymore."

Haley pushed him away, "I'm telling you the truth, I'm NOT pregnant!" She screamed.

"Then why would..." he was cut off by the sound of her phone ringing.

"It's Miles." She flipped it open. "Miles!"

"Hello mommy to be." he said bitterly.

"I'm not pregnant. God, are you on crack or something. What is possessing you to think that?"

"I heard it from a source."

"What source."

"One of your best friends."

"What? Miles, stop beating around the bush."

"A girl named Rachel answered your phone and..."

"Rachel!?"

"Rachel?" Nathan repeated. Haley shook her head in anger.

"Just don't tell mom or dad, okay, Miles, I'm not pregnant." Haley stated.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm positive." She answered.

"Whatever Haley, just remember you only have about 2 and a half weeks left."

"I know, bye Miles." she hung up the phone.

"What about Rachel?" Nathan asked. "What did she do?"

"Everything."

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A couple hours later, the group was walking through the mall, the girls up front, the boys behind, carrying bags.

"Who knew bags on clothes could be so heavy." Jake complained.

"Shoes, don't forget the god damn shoes." Lucas said.

"Oh, come on guys, show off your muscles. Don't be so weak." Nathan said.

"That's easy for you to say, Haley only has one bag."

"A tiny bag at that." Jake added to Lucas's statement. Nathan chuckled as he held Haley's tiny little bag from bath and body works.

"Well, what can I say, my girl is a light shopper."

"No, I just like to shop online." Haley said as she joined the boys in the back. They were entering a store and they ran into someone that looked like she could be from hell.

"Hey guys." Bevin said energeticly. "Funny running into you here."

"Stalker." Peyton said under her breathe.

"What was that?" Bevin asked, scowling.

"Nothing."

"Sure." Bevin rolled her eyes. Rachel soon joined them.

"Well if it isn't the she-devil herself." Brooke said.

"Nice to see you two Davis."

"What do you want Rach - hoe?" (NOTE: I borrowed Rach - hoe from naleyintherain, an author here on and also, if anyone else has used that in their story, I give you full credit as well.)

"Original name, James." Rachel said.

"Whatever, let's just go." Brooke drug Haley away, Nathan and Lucas followed. Peyton gave Jake a small kiss.

"I'm going to the bathroom, I'll be right back." Peyton headed away. That left only Jake and Rachel alone.

"So, how are you Jake?"

"Fine, and how are you?" Jake looked around before giving her a quick kiss.

"Oh, Jakey, stop. No one's going to notice."

"Peyton might."

"And since when do you care about Peyton."

"I told you I care, I just don't like her." Jake said.

"Oh aren't you nice." Rachel smiled. "Look, can I ask you a favor?"

"What?"

"Get me Haley's phone."

"Why?"

"Just do it."

"Fine, but what do I get out of it."

"Do I have to spell it?"

"No." He gave her a quick peck on the cheek and then looked around. "Wait outside of the store, I'll be right out." Jake jogged away, looking for his friends.

Finally he found them, Lucas and Nathan were deep in conversation, Haley's purse was alone. He dug inside until he finally found it.

"Dude, what are you doing?" Haley asked.

"I need to borrow your cell."

"Oh, okay, just make sure that your off in a little bit, I'm waiting for a phone call."

"Okay." He headed off but Haley stopped him.

"Where are you going?"

"The reception in here is.. bad" He headed off out of the store and handed Rachel the phone.

"Why do you need it?"

"I told you, just don't ask any questions and keep quiet about everything you are about to here."

Rachel began to look through Haley's phone until she found what she needed. It was dialing.

"Hello?" a voice asked.

"Miles, it's Rachel."

"Oh, Rachel, I've been meaning to talk to you."

"Really?"

"Yeah, it seems you were wrong, it was probably just a false alarm."

"Oh, see you don't get it."

"What?"

"I lied, I don't want Haley here anymore."

"Why?" Jake and Miles both asked. Rachel signaled for Jake to be quiet and then directed her attention back to the phone.

"Don't ask questions just get her out of here and I'll make it worth your while."

"What do you mean?"

"How much money would it take for her to disappear?"

"I don't know..."

"I'll pay anything, money is not a problem."

"Five hundred thousand."

"Deal, make her gone with in the next three days and you'll get your money. Just text me your address."

"I need your phone number."

Rachel gave him her number, they agreed that it was Haley first, then money, and finally, Rachel handed Jake Haley's phone.

"I'll see ya later Jake."

"Yeah, bye Rachel."

Jake headed back into the store, feeling totally guilty.

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