am going to try to do the story in POV..just for this chapter. Let me know which side you like more, general or character POV.
~Nathan POV~
I watched the ball role around the outside of the hole. Frustration swept throughout my body. Why wouldn't the stupid ball just go into the fricken' hole? How was I so good at basketball but when it came to putting a stupid golf ball I sucked? I picked up the ball and threw it into the little pond at the golf course.
"Stupid son of a bitch!" I swore.
"Hey buddy!" I turned and saw a pimply faced, scrawny guy's head pop out of the window of the golf house.
"This is a family place. Watch the language!" He yelled. I glared at him.
"Piss off." I muttered. The guy stared at me for a few moments. This angered me.
"Hey dumbass! Take a picture of me and pray you'll look as good as I do if you like staring that much!" I yelled. The guy glared and slammed the window shut. Good. Normally since I met Haley, I would feel guilt about making fun of people. Not anymore. Since I lost her, I could care less about watching what I say or do. When I had given her that box, I had really put myself out there. She probably enjoyed it, knowing I was hurting..I shook the thoughts out of my head. No matter how mad I was, I was not going to turn Haley into some bad person in my mind. She doesn't deserve that after everything I had done to her. She never responded to the box so I figured out two possibilities. One, she decided to throw it out. Or she never opened it. I sat down in the middle of my game and put my head in my hands. Since when did life get so complicated? I always was pressured by my dad, but it never affected me as much as it did this year. I want to blame Lucas. Blame the bastard for joining the team but even though I would never admit it, the whole reason this mess started was because of my stupid mistake of driving a stolen school bus. If I had never done that, I wouldn't have had to deal with Lucas. With my dad.
Want to know something ironic? I wouldn't trade the world to redo it. Because in doing all of that, I found her.
"Hey Scott!" I turned and saw her. How did she...why did she even come? I couldn't speak, I pulled my hands down from my face and stared at her. So many emotions were going through me. Happiness. Eagarness. Longing. Surprise. Confusion. I'm sure all these emotions played out on my face as I just stared at her. She looked so beautiful standing before me. He hair was down, and she was in gray pajama pants and a light blue sweater. All I wanted to do was to take her into my arms and hold her. It took every ounce of self-control I had not to do this.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, surprised at how harsh my voice sounded. Her eyes widened a bit, but instead of stepping back, she took a step foward. I saw the hesitation play out on her face. She didn't want to tell me the truth, but she didn't want to lie.
"I don't know." She said truthfully. I studied her, knowing my stare was cold. I couldn't help it. I started to let her in, but then this whole thing happened and my guard immediatly came back up. I knew it wasn't her fault, but what can I say? It's how the Nathan-machine works. I smirked inwardly at my corny joke. I'm starting to sound like Tim and be corny. I snapped back to reality when I saw Haley let out a slow breath and look around, trying to figure out what to say.
"Look, I don't know what you're doing here or what you want. But if you just come to tell me how you hate my guts, well I can wait for that later." I snapped. Defense came into Haley's face. Inwardly I sighed. I always let my mouth shoot off without thinking. When I was little my mom would always say "Think with your head before your speak" and my dad would groan and snap "Deb, let him do as he wants. I want my boy to speak the truth." and my mom would sigh and stare pleadingly at me. Yeah Dad, let me speak my mind, it's done so well for you.
"Why are you being like this?" Haley asked calmly. I let myself be lost in her eyes for a moment.
"Because I can." The answer came simply. Haley sighed and took another step towards me.
"I miss you." She whispered. My heart soared at these words. I had been dying to head them. I stepped closer to her, and tucked her hair behind her hair.
"I missed you." I said, surprised at how easily she could make me into pudding. Was I the same kid who was so cold to her at first? Damn her and those brown eyes. I studied her, running my hand along her face. She closed her eyes and I felt myself lean down and press my lips softly against her. The kiss was tentative, but passionate. We fell more into it and I pulled her closer as we slowly came apart.
"I'm so sorry, Haley. I wish..I wish that you could be in my life again." I said, feeling so weak. Guys aren't supposed to fall apart. They are supposed to be strong and all "I am protector." Not me. I've turned into Nathan Scott "Mr. Wuss."
"Your wish is my command." Haley said softly. I took her hand and smiled down at her.
"Let me walk you home." I said softly. She squeezed my hand and we both started on our way home.
~Nathan POV~
I watched the ball role around the outside of the hole. Frustration swept throughout my body. Why wouldn't the stupid ball just go into the fricken' hole? How was I so good at basketball but when it came to putting a stupid golf ball I sucked? I picked up the ball and threw it into the little pond at the golf course.
"Stupid son of a bitch!" I swore.
"Hey buddy!" I turned and saw a pimply faced, scrawny guy's head pop out of the window of the golf house.
"This is a family place. Watch the language!" He yelled. I glared at him.
"Piss off." I muttered. The guy stared at me for a few moments. This angered me.
"Hey dumbass! Take a picture of me and pray you'll look as good as I do if you like staring that much!" I yelled. The guy glared and slammed the window shut. Good. Normally since I met Haley, I would feel guilt about making fun of people. Not anymore. Since I lost her, I could care less about watching what I say or do. When I had given her that box, I had really put myself out there. She probably enjoyed it, knowing I was hurting..I shook the thoughts out of my head. No matter how mad I was, I was not going to turn Haley into some bad person in my mind. She doesn't deserve that after everything I had done to her. She never responded to the box so I figured out two possibilities. One, she decided to throw it out. Or she never opened it. I sat down in the middle of my game and put my head in my hands. Since when did life get so complicated? I always was pressured by my dad, but it never affected me as much as it did this year. I want to blame Lucas. Blame the bastard for joining the team but even though I would never admit it, the whole reason this mess started was because of my stupid mistake of driving a stolen school bus. If I had never done that, I wouldn't have had to deal with Lucas. With my dad.
Want to know something ironic? I wouldn't trade the world to redo it. Because in doing all of that, I found her.
"Hey Scott!" I turned and saw her. How did she...why did she even come? I couldn't speak, I pulled my hands down from my face and stared at her. So many emotions were going through me. Happiness. Eagarness. Longing. Surprise. Confusion. I'm sure all these emotions played out on my face as I just stared at her. She looked so beautiful standing before me. He hair was down, and she was in gray pajama pants and a light blue sweater. All I wanted to do was to take her into my arms and hold her. It took every ounce of self-control I had not to do this.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, surprised at how harsh my voice sounded. Her eyes widened a bit, but instead of stepping back, she took a step foward. I saw the hesitation play out on her face. She didn't want to tell me the truth, but she didn't want to lie.
"I don't know." She said truthfully. I studied her, knowing my stare was cold. I couldn't help it. I started to let her in, but then this whole thing happened and my guard immediatly came back up. I knew it wasn't her fault, but what can I say? It's how the Nathan-machine works. I smirked inwardly at my corny joke. I'm starting to sound like Tim and be corny. I snapped back to reality when I saw Haley let out a slow breath and look around, trying to figure out what to say.
"Look, I don't know what you're doing here or what you want. But if you just come to tell me how you hate my guts, well I can wait for that later." I snapped. Defense came into Haley's face. Inwardly I sighed. I always let my mouth shoot off without thinking. When I was little my mom would always say "Think with your head before your speak" and my dad would groan and snap "Deb, let him do as he wants. I want my boy to speak the truth." and my mom would sigh and stare pleadingly at me. Yeah Dad, let me speak my mind, it's done so well for you.
"Why are you being like this?" Haley asked calmly. I let myself be lost in her eyes for a moment.
"Because I can." The answer came simply. Haley sighed and took another step towards me.
"I miss you." She whispered. My heart soared at these words. I had been dying to head them. I stepped closer to her, and tucked her hair behind her hair.
"I missed you." I said, surprised at how easily she could make me into pudding. Was I the same kid who was so cold to her at first? Damn her and those brown eyes. I studied her, running my hand along her face. She closed her eyes and I felt myself lean down and press my lips softly against her. The kiss was tentative, but passionate. We fell more into it and I pulled her closer as we slowly came apart.
"I'm so sorry, Haley. I wish..I wish that you could be in my life again." I said, feeling so weak. Guys aren't supposed to fall apart. They are supposed to be strong and all "I am protector." Not me. I've turned into Nathan Scott "Mr. Wuss."
"Your wish is my command." Haley said softly. I took her hand and smiled down at her.
"Let me walk you home." I said softly. She squeezed my hand and we both started on our way home.