Just a quick note, I've got so much to do over the next couple of weeks, and I'm not sure how much time I'm going to have to write. Hopefully, it shouldn't affect this fic too much, as it is mainly all during school time, but either way.

Also, I'm not getting many reviews lately. I don't know if you guys don't like this fic anymore or just read and don't review, but if its the second option, could you PLEASE review! Reviews mean the absoloute world to me, its really what I write for; to see what people think. I've seen a lot of people do this before, so I was thinking, if you have an account on here and you review my fic, I'll send you a preview of the next chapter? Only if you want me too, though. And only if I get more reviews.

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Finally, a quick A/N - I know this is irrelevant but I was wondering, I was thinking about starting a sequel to my other fic on here, 'The Waiting Room'. It's a Quinn and Clay fic, it was a One shot and I was recently told some people would like me to write a sequel. I'd quite like to do it, it would basically be based around Q&C in Season 8. But I want to know what you think! Let me know, review and leave me a note about this!

Chapter 10

A couple of weeks had passed since the incident with Nathans collapse. Most things had gone back to normal, all except for Nathan. Since the accident he's seemed to be a different person. Maybe not in the best ways either. He trained with me for that one night after the accident, and then hasn't wanted to train since. We managed to get through open evening; even though Nathan wasn't on his top form. He knew he had to be, I didn't understand why he was acting like it was no big deal.

We had another tutoring session today, and I had him come over to mine for it. It went by pretty uneventfully, just the usual make out session slipped in without a choice on my behalf, not that was I complaining. His small sweet lips were as soft as velvet and when he kissed me, I forgot about the world around me. It was like we were in our own sanctuary in each other's company. Just his presence was enough to overwhelm me. Whenever we saw each other, I knew he had made an effort to impress me. He wore the aftershave that I picked out as my favourite, and he always bought that one when he ran out, specifically for me. I knew it was quite expensive, so I always felt really guilty whenever I smelt it, because I knew he'd spent his own money on essentially, impressing me. Just looking at Nathan made my heart race and thump against my chest. When he held me close to him; my heart felt like it was beating erratically, and I was sure he heard it beating sometimes.

Whenever we kissed; desire ignited the world around us as we become lost in a sea of lust and love. It was a spicy, powerful combination that sent waves of passion crashing over us. The rest of the world is engulfed in our lustful burning flames as our kisses grow more urgent; rushes. There was always a sense of guilt involved in our kisses; we both knew it shouldn't be happening; neither of us did anything to stop it from happening. If we were ever found out to be dating and kissing; interacting in the way that we do with each other; we'd be surely expelled from Hillview and forced to lead a normal life of a teenager that didn't revolve around gymnastics. I didn't think that either of us would be able to survive it; gymnastics is all we've known since the moment we could walk.

Near to the end of our tutoring session, I asked Nathan if he'd finished reading the French book I gave him, and he replied by telling me that he'd rented the movie instead. He said he didn't have time to sit around and read the book, but I told him renting the movie of a book isn't going to help him pass his subjects. I knew he'd gone to see a therapist earlier in the week, and he hadn't told me anything about it yet. I worried that it was eating away inside of him, not telling anybody how he felt, so I suggested the option of a therapist to him. He hadn't been ready to talk about his experience just yet, and I didn't want to force him into telling me something he wasn't ready to talk about, but I didn't want to just leave him to it and have him keep it to himself. I asked him if he was ever going to tell me what happened with the therapist and what they'd said, and to my surprise he revealed more than enough to me.

He revealed that the therapist had asked him whether he really wanted gymnastics, and if he did, whether he wanted to do it so competitively. I asked him what he had given as a response, and he said he didn't know what to say. He referred to the last couple of weeks without it as a kind of test run to see how he coped without it, and he think he coped relatively well. Practice started up again today, so we didn't have so much free time for tutoring and just hanging out together, but Nathan wasn't so sure. I asked him what he meant when he said he wasn't sure, and he replied by saying he wasn't entirely sure if he wanted to be a competitive gymnast anymore. It was a huge risk to take, dropping out of gymnastics. Especially when you're a silver medalist; people start asking questions; and that's when the rumors start. Nobody is ever completely sure why such a great gymnast would quit, especially at a young age. Nathan was considering quitting, and said that if he did he might actually be able to have a normal life.

I asked him what he'd do, and he said he didn't know exactly what he'd do, but he'd at least have some time to figure it out. He gave me that cheeky grin of his before telling me he could think of better things to do with his time, and leant forward to press his lips against mine. I let him know my thoughts on the matter, and told him I thought he was really brave to even consider rebuilding himself in such a dramatic way; especially since gymnastics is all he's ever known. I could never do what he was doing, gymnastics was my life; I could never give it up. He smiled at me once more, without the added cheekiness, and told me that he thought I could do it if I set my mind to it. That's how I won the gold medal after all; focus and determination. We lost all sense of time while we were having this conversation; it took a new direction and just consisted of Nathan staring into my eyes and me staring right back. We were lost inside our own little world; not caring about the world around us. After a while, he checked his watch and realized time was getting closer to practice; meaning tutoring was over and I had to get ready for practice. He kissed me once more before he left, letting it last and leaving the lingering taste of his lips on mine before he stood up and headed out the door, leaving me to smile to myself as I got ready for practice.

After practice; Nathan was waiting for me outside the gym. He hadn't turned up to practice because he was still trying to figure out whether he wanted to compete in gymnastics anymore. I knew he wasn't going to turn up; but there was a tiny part of me that still held the hope that he would. I got myself changed and headed out to the parking lot to meet Nathan. I walked there slowly; seeing him talking to Lucas and not looking at all sarcastic. I wondered if it was even possible for the pair of them to have a civilized conversation; I must've been hallucinating. I walked over to Nathan and questioned him about talking to Lucas. I couldn't hide the fact that I was dating Nathan from Brooke, Peyton and Lucas, they were my best friends. I told them and warned them not to say a word, and I trusted that they would keep to their word. Nathan took me to the beach, just outside of his father's beach house. Dan had gone to Charlotte for a couple of days on a business trip; so Nathan got the spare key from under the doormat to the beach house, and went inside to get us some drinks. He locked up and came back out with an armful of alcoholic drinks for us. I knew drinking wasn't a good idea, I had practice in the morning and I'd never really had a proper alcoholic drink before; but I went with it anyway.

It didn't take long for me to get completely drunk; my body wasn't use to it, so it only took a few drinks for me to be drunk. Nathan pointed out that he'd never seen me like this, and I smartly replied 'well now you have', giving him a light, messy kiss on the lips that turned into us making out on the empty beach. Nathan decided that just in case anyone was to come along, we best go inside. So we stood up, and Nathan gave me a piggyback to the stairs. I told him to hold on a minute because I was getting dizzy, and when he stopped, he looked up to see his father standing further along the walkway. He whispered to me 'it was nice knowing you' as I slid down his back; as if it would hide me from Dan. He stood in his place, looking like he was of high authority, and didn't move as we made our way up the stairs to where he was standing. He forcefully dragged us both to the car and told us he was taking us both home. He was complaining to Nathan about the big competition against Denver next week and this is how he prepares for it when he should be training. I moaned all the way to the car and in the car about feeling dizzy and sick. He didn't listen to me, and as he sat in the front seat and told Nathan about how much his mother would love him being drunk while under her care, I felt a sick feeling come over me. I leaned forward and threw up over the top of his trouser leg. I didn't mean it to happen, but I couldn't control it. He was just there and in the firing line as it were when it happened. He muttered a few curse words and then dropped me home.

The next day, Nathan and I had another tutoring session at my house. It was getting later by the minute; and I started to think Nathan wouldn't show up. When he walked through my front door and sat down next to me, I smiled and kissed him lightly as he sat down and told him I was starting to doubt he'd come. He told me he lost track of time and apologised for it. I told him it was fine, and he asked me if I was still hung over from yesterday's antics. I told him I wasn't so bad, but not as bad as his dad's pants. He rubbed my back and laughed as he reminisced on the memory of me throwing up on his father the day before. I tried to change the subject by convincing him to help me with some algebra. He tried to convince me out of it by saying there was a show on at the theatre down town, and we could take the train. He promised he wouldn't get me drunk; I laughed as I gave in, knowing he would have found a way to convince me if I said no. I told him firmly that we were doing equations on the train and he didn't decline. As I picked up my things and put them in my bag, Nathan picked up my most recent test. He thought it was one of his, and I tried to convince him it was from a girl that I tutored, but he knew it was mine. He seemed shocked that I had gotten an F on my most recent pop quiz, and then looked at it in disbelief. I grabbed it from him and put it in my bag as I told him that I could make up the grade and I'd be fine. He still sat there and as I walked around to the left side of him, I told him it was shocking I was human, I know, kissed his cheek and pulled him up, heading for the front door.

Nathan and I had a great time at the theatre; he bought me ice cream in the interval and took me out for dinner that night in the town. He really was making an effort with me, and it was sweet. He wasn't the jackass I'd known just a month earlier. He hadn't turned up to practice again the next day; he was still taking time out to think, but yet again he was waiting for me outside of the gym. I gave him a hug when I walked over to him, and then he said he needed to talk to me. I thought he was joking and asked if he was planning our next road trip, but he said he needed to talk to me seriously. It turns out he wanted to apologise to me for getting me drunk and ditching tutoring sessions over the past couple of days. I told him it was okay and I'd had fun, and then he reminded me of the F grade I got. I sighed and thought for a minute before telling him that I make my own choices and I chose to be with him. He said that was the problem, he liked to be with me too, but the real Haley. The one he got all crushed out on, in his words. He said he didn't want me to change, because he liked me for me, and he liked that someone like me, saw something in someone like him. I smiled and as we sat in his car, I looked around to see if anybody was around, before leaning in and kissing him slowly.

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