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are enjoying my story. I'm doing my best to juggle two stories and my
homework so this may not get update daily, like I wanted. I'm trying
though. So without further ado, here's your next chapter.
Chapter 3: Haley's POV
The early morning sunlight streamed through the open blinds, assaulting my eyes in the process. Wincing, I immediately rolled over and was met with a bare, masculine chest. An extremely masculine chest. I looked up and found myself staring into the face of Lucas.
My heart melted at the sight. He looked so peaceful. The corners of his mouth turned up into a small smile. He must be having a good dream. I took that moment to admire him completely.
Tousled, unruly blonde hair, that seemed to suit him, deep, hypnotic pools of ocean blue eyes, a strong body fit for that of a Greek God and a soft smile that made every trace of his mysterious, bad boy appeal disappear because his smile held so much warmth and childlike innocence in it.
He really was a handsome guy. It surprised me that I had never really noticed before. Yes, when I was younger I went through the stage of crushing on my best friend, but I had never noticed how good looking he truly was because it hadn't mattered to me before. I had only cared about how sweet, kind, smart and caring he was. What had drawn me to him then was how he would stick up for people and how he would absolutely lose it if anyone teased or hurt my feelings. He made me feel loved, so I had secretly harbored a tiny schoolgirl crush on my protector.
That crush had never escalated or left, it had just become a part who I was and I overlooked it. That definately came in handy when he and I started dating, not each other, but if I had been head over heels for Lucas at that time it would have caused a major rift between us. We were at that stage, where I was akward and terribly self concious. It didn't help the fact that I didn't get asked out very often. Eventually that passed, but thank god, Lucas was still more into basketball than he was with girls.
I was so lost in my thoughts I didn't notice Lucas begin to stir from his peaceful slumber. I jumped when he draped his arm across my waist.
"Jesus Christ, Luke!" I slapped his arm lightly.
"No, it's Saturday, Hales, not Sunday." He joked, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Sorry." He added sincerely.
"Give me a heart attack why don't you?" I chided gently, easing myself from under the covers.
"No thanks, cause you'd die and who else would put up with me?!" Luke had a big grin stretched across his face as he said this.
"Oh, a far more insane person than I." I suggested, grabbing my clothes from yesterday.
"Hey, I resent that. I'm not that bad." He protested indiginantly. "You also have to remember that I put up with you too."
"Yes Luke, but i'm easy to put up with. Lots of people put up with me, like, oh say, Nathan Scott." I kept a completely straight face as I said this, knowing this was the best way to tick him off.
Luke leaned forward instantly. "You did not just say that?!" He warned, growling slightly.
I couldn't help the small giggle that escaped my lips. "Oh, I believe I did. Nathan actually enjoys putting up with me." I smirked to myself.
"Okay, that's it." Before I could respond, Luke snagged me by the waist and yanked me onto the bed, launching a full on tickle attack.
"Luke stop!" I gasped for breathe from laughing so hard. He knew my most sensitive ticklish areas and had no trouble finding them. Another round of giggles hit me a second later.
"Not until you say, I'm sorry Luke, you're my favorite and Nathan is a loser." He proceeded to tickle the area around my stomache, causing me to have a laughing spasm.
"I'm sorry Luke, you're my favorite and Nathan is a loser." I managed to get out between deep breathes of air. Luke stopped his assault and grinned at me.
"Glad you see it my way." He nodded, getting out of the bed. "So, what are we going to do today?"
I cringed inwardly. "Actually, I'm going to have to meet you for lunch, Lucas. I promised Nathan I'd tutor him today."
"Oh, come on, Hales. It's Saturday, tutor him tomorrow." Luke whined, stomping his foot on the ground, looking very much like a little boy.
"I'm sorry, Luke, but I can meet you at the Cafe at noon. We can do whatever you want after." I promised.
"Even if it's courtside basketball?!" An evil smirk crossed his features. He knew I didn't like to play with him because he always beat me.
I sighed. "Even courtside basketball." I reluctantly agreed. What had I gotten myself into.
"Alright!" He was smiling again. "Tell Nathan I send him and Dan my love." He added sarcastically.
"Luke." I warned, raising my eyebrow at him. "Please be the mature Luke I know and love. Nathan is a jerk to you, does it make you any better if you do the same?"
"Oh come on, now you sound like my Mom." He complained. "You're no fun."
"I happen to think I'm very fun, thank you very much." I went into his bathroom to change.
He had too, had gotten dressed, while I was in the bathroom. "I've got to go. I'll meet you at noon?"
"I'll be at the Cafe. We;ll get lunch, then we'll play." He nodded, walking me to the front door. "Have fun with the Annoying One."
"I thought that was my nickname?" I called back over my shoulder.
"It is when he's not around." He replied, watching me head back to my house.
After showering and changing my clothes, I jogged down to the docks to meet Nathan. He wasn't there yet, as usual. I swear, hell would freeze over if he was ever on time. Although, I have to admit that Nathan is one of my favorite students, but I can't help but wonder if he's just using me to get to Lucas.
I took the spare time to set up, while I waited and waited. He better not blow me off or I swear that boy will never have me as a tutor again. I was completely bored, just sitting here waiting for him to show up. I decided to catch up on my reading. It was the Julius Caesar book I had picked out for Lucas about two monthes ago, he had lent it to me, saying that it was interesting and I had to read. I had to agree with him, it was very compelling.
About two pages later, two cups of coffee were placed in front of me. I stuck my bookmark in its place and looked up into Nathan's brown eyes. He was grinning sheepishly at me, while playing with the zipper of his letterman' jacket that I rarely see him without.
"You're late." I said coolly, keeping my gaze on him. I wondered what the excuse was this time.
"I know, I'm sorry, but my Dad and I were working out and I lost track of time. I brought coffee to make it up to you." I gestured to the two steaming cups.
My blood ran cold at the mention of Dan Scott. Not only had he completely abandoned Luke and treated him like crap, but he didn't do much better with Nathan either. He was always pushing him too far, just to see how much he could handle and it was starting to show on the youngest Scott.
"It's alright, Nathan. Have a seat. Just try to be on time from now on, huh?" I pointed to the seat across from me.
"You got it." He nodded, but before he sat down he leaned over and kissed my cheek. "You're the best, Hales."
I was so stunned, I couldn't think for a second. That was what Luke called me and did Nathan Scott just kiss my cheek? Oh boy, Luke would not like that at all. I'd never hear the end of it.
"I try." I responded quietly, before pulling out the history book and opening it up to chapter twenty-five. "Section 1, Italian Unification. At this time, Italy was divided into four seperate regions. It was Guiseppe Mazzini who planted the idea of a unified nation-state in people's heads. Therefore, he started "Young Italy." Many people wanted unification and ............" I brushed off the kiss and immediately set out to do the task at hand.
I know, I mean for ending it there, but I need the hook. You know the drill now, R&R. I'll try to update soon, but right now I have to work on my other story. It's a GG fic, Better Days, check it out. Remember if you want me to continue, review people, it's not that hard.
Chapter 3: Haley's POV
The early morning sunlight streamed through the open blinds, assaulting my eyes in the process. Wincing, I immediately rolled over and was met with a bare, masculine chest. An extremely masculine chest. I looked up and found myself staring into the face of Lucas.
My heart melted at the sight. He looked so peaceful. The corners of his mouth turned up into a small smile. He must be having a good dream. I took that moment to admire him completely.
Tousled, unruly blonde hair, that seemed to suit him, deep, hypnotic pools of ocean blue eyes, a strong body fit for that of a Greek God and a soft smile that made every trace of his mysterious, bad boy appeal disappear because his smile held so much warmth and childlike innocence in it.
He really was a handsome guy. It surprised me that I had never really noticed before. Yes, when I was younger I went through the stage of crushing on my best friend, but I had never noticed how good looking he truly was because it hadn't mattered to me before. I had only cared about how sweet, kind, smart and caring he was. What had drawn me to him then was how he would stick up for people and how he would absolutely lose it if anyone teased or hurt my feelings. He made me feel loved, so I had secretly harbored a tiny schoolgirl crush on my protector.
That crush had never escalated or left, it had just become a part who I was and I overlooked it. That definately came in handy when he and I started dating, not each other, but if I had been head over heels for Lucas at that time it would have caused a major rift between us. We were at that stage, where I was akward and terribly self concious. It didn't help the fact that I didn't get asked out very often. Eventually that passed, but thank god, Lucas was still more into basketball than he was with girls.
I was so lost in my thoughts I didn't notice Lucas begin to stir from his peaceful slumber. I jumped when he draped his arm across my waist.
"Jesus Christ, Luke!" I slapped his arm lightly.
"No, it's Saturday, Hales, not Sunday." He joked, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Sorry." He added sincerely.
"Give me a heart attack why don't you?" I chided gently, easing myself from under the covers.
"No thanks, cause you'd die and who else would put up with me?!" Luke had a big grin stretched across his face as he said this.
"Oh, a far more insane person than I." I suggested, grabbing my clothes from yesterday.
"Hey, I resent that. I'm not that bad." He protested indiginantly. "You also have to remember that I put up with you too."
"Yes Luke, but i'm easy to put up with. Lots of people put up with me, like, oh say, Nathan Scott." I kept a completely straight face as I said this, knowing this was the best way to tick him off.
Luke leaned forward instantly. "You did not just say that?!" He warned, growling slightly.
I couldn't help the small giggle that escaped my lips. "Oh, I believe I did. Nathan actually enjoys putting up with me." I smirked to myself.
"Okay, that's it." Before I could respond, Luke snagged me by the waist and yanked me onto the bed, launching a full on tickle attack.
"Luke stop!" I gasped for breathe from laughing so hard. He knew my most sensitive ticklish areas and had no trouble finding them. Another round of giggles hit me a second later.
"Not until you say, I'm sorry Luke, you're my favorite and Nathan is a loser." He proceeded to tickle the area around my stomache, causing me to have a laughing spasm.
"I'm sorry Luke, you're my favorite and Nathan is a loser." I managed to get out between deep breathes of air. Luke stopped his assault and grinned at me.
"Glad you see it my way." He nodded, getting out of the bed. "So, what are we going to do today?"
I cringed inwardly. "Actually, I'm going to have to meet you for lunch, Lucas. I promised Nathan I'd tutor him today."
"Oh, come on, Hales. It's Saturday, tutor him tomorrow." Luke whined, stomping his foot on the ground, looking very much like a little boy.
"I'm sorry, Luke, but I can meet you at the Cafe at noon. We can do whatever you want after." I promised.
"Even if it's courtside basketball?!" An evil smirk crossed his features. He knew I didn't like to play with him because he always beat me.
I sighed. "Even courtside basketball." I reluctantly agreed. What had I gotten myself into.
"Alright!" He was smiling again. "Tell Nathan I send him and Dan my love." He added sarcastically.
"Luke." I warned, raising my eyebrow at him. "Please be the mature Luke I know and love. Nathan is a jerk to you, does it make you any better if you do the same?"
"Oh come on, now you sound like my Mom." He complained. "You're no fun."
"I happen to think I'm very fun, thank you very much." I went into his bathroom to change.
He had too, had gotten dressed, while I was in the bathroom. "I've got to go. I'll meet you at noon?"
"I'll be at the Cafe. We;ll get lunch, then we'll play." He nodded, walking me to the front door. "Have fun with the Annoying One."
"I thought that was my nickname?" I called back over my shoulder.
"It is when he's not around." He replied, watching me head back to my house.
After showering and changing my clothes, I jogged down to the docks to meet Nathan. He wasn't there yet, as usual. I swear, hell would freeze over if he was ever on time. Although, I have to admit that Nathan is one of my favorite students, but I can't help but wonder if he's just using me to get to Lucas.
I took the spare time to set up, while I waited and waited. He better not blow me off or I swear that boy will never have me as a tutor again. I was completely bored, just sitting here waiting for him to show up. I decided to catch up on my reading. It was the Julius Caesar book I had picked out for Lucas about two monthes ago, he had lent it to me, saying that it was interesting and I had to read. I had to agree with him, it was very compelling.
About two pages later, two cups of coffee were placed in front of me. I stuck my bookmark in its place and looked up into Nathan's brown eyes. He was grinning sheepishly at me, while playing with the zipper of his letterman' jacket that I rarely see him without.
"You're late." I said coolly, keeping my gaze on him. I wondered what the excuse was this time.
"I know, I'm sorry, but my Dad and I were working out and I lost track of time. I brought coffee to make it up to you." I gestured to the two steaming cups.
My blood ran cold at the mention of Dan Scott. Not only had he completely abandoned Luke and treated him like crap, but he didn't do much better with Nathan either. He was always pushing him too far, just to see how much he could handle and it was starting to show on the youngest Scott.
"It's alright, Nathan. Have a seat. Just try to be on time from now on, huh?" I pointed to the seat across from me.
"You got it." He nodded, but before he sat down he leaned over and kissed my cheek. "You're the best, Hales."
I was so stunned, I couldn't think for a second. That was what Luke called me and did Nathan Scott just kiss my cheek? Oh boy, Luke would not like that at all. I'd never hear the end of it.
"I try." I responded quietly, before pulling out the history book and opening it up to chapter twenty-five. "Section 1, Italian Unification. At this time, Italy was divided into four seperate regions. It was Guiseppe Mazzini who planted the idea of a unified nation-state in people's heads. Therefore, he started "Young Italy." Many people wanted unification and ............" I brushed off the kiss and immediately set out to do the task at hand.
I know, I mean for ending it there, but I need the hook. You know the drill now, R&R. I'll try to update soon, but right now I have to work on my other story. It's a GG fic, Better Days, check it out. Remember if you want me to continue, review people, it's not that hard.