Lol, thanks for the great reviews. I rushed home from school today so I
could put up this next chapter, cause I know most of you are dying to read
it. So, I won't prolong your agony any further, no matter how fun it is,
lol, just joking.
Chapter 6: Haley's POV
I sucked in a deep breathe, as Lucas leaned forward. His sexy voice was ringing through my ears.
"I believe we were right about, here.........." He was about a centimeter from my face now and my eyelids closed, as I waited.
His lips slowly brushed across mine, as if waiting for me to protest, when he recieved none, he added more pressure. He began to gently suck on my bottom lip, nipping lightly at it with his teeth from time to time. His hands dropped from my face to wind their way around my waist, pulling me right up against him. I didn't hesitate to wrap my arms around his neck.
After a little bit, he brought his tongue to trace my lips. I let them part with a small sigh and his tongue plunged into my mouth, exploring every hidden crevice and secret my mouth had to offer, before bringing it into a lazy dance with my own.
I let out a soft little moan and I felt him smile against my lips. The kiss was deep and passionate, something I had never expierienced before. His kisses literally took my breath away because soon air became an issue and we had to pull apart. Both of us were breathing heavily, but we were smiling too.
"You don't know how long I've wanted to do that for." Luke grinned, still panting slightly. "I almost killed Peyton earlier."
"I thought you liked her?" I breathed. His arms were still around my waist and mine were still around his neck, but neither of us seemed to care.
"I thought I did too, but after I thought about it, I realized that she only gave me the time of day when she felt like it. Then I kept thinking about what you said about me being the classic gentleman and how that's what you looked for in a guy, but the things is Hales, you're exactly what I look for in a girl." He reached up and brushed a strand of hair off my face. "So don't tell me that this was a mistake because we click, Hales. We were supposed to click, the classic gentleman and the classic lady, that's what you are."
"The Classic Lady?" I asked, a teasing grin coming to my face.
"The girl every guy dreams of. She sweet and inncoent, yet not completely naive. More importantly, you're the girl I dream of." He said sincerely.
"I was never going to say this was a mistake. Being with you could never be a mistake." I smiled at his words. "I wasn't lying when I said that the classic gentleman was my dream guy."
"Why thank you. So, does this mean you wanted to kiss me too?" He asked, looking adorably hopeful.
"Yes, I wanted to kiss you too. I just thought you were hung up on Peyton and would freak if we did." I replied.
"Well, I would have kissed you back, so screw Peyton." He grinned, a he released me, but then he wrapped one arm around my waist, as we made our way down the sidewalk.
"You mean that?" I was getting too excited now. I was dreaming, I swear I have to bem if Lucas would choose me over Peyton.
"Every word." He nodded placing a kiss in my hair.
"So, what are we?" I asked, moving my hand to lace our fingers together. "Couple, kissing partners, what?"
"Kissing partners? Where the Hell did you get that idea?" He laughed, giving my hand a squeeze. "I was leaning more towards couple, but I can handle kissing partners too, as long as I don't have to share you." He joked.
"Oh you!" I shook my head and laughed. "I think I like the idea of being a couple."
"Yeah, I liked that one too." Luke laughed. "So, Ms. James, will you be my girlfriend?" He lightened his voice, sounding like a schoolboy.
"Of course." I poked him in the ribs. He feigned mock pain. "You didn't even have to ask."
"Yeah, but I wanted too. It makes it more official." He explained. "This makes you all mine, you know. I'm not sharing with my brother." He joked.
I giggled. "I don't expect you to and I'm not sure I wanted to be shared with Nathan." I poked him again.
He chuckled. "You won't be, trust me."
"I do." I nodded in agreement.
"Whoa, isn't that marching a little too far ahead?!" Luke mock panicked. "I don't even have a ring."
"Trust you, you idiot!" I laughed.
"I know, I was just teasing." He soothed, hugging me closer. "So, swift change of topic, you coming to the game tonight?"
"How could I miss it? My boyfriend's on the team you know." I joked.
"Yeah, I know him. He's a really nice guy, supertalented, really handsome guy too." Luke nodded. "You're really lucky to have such a superstar as your boyfriend.
I shook my head. "You killed it, Luke."
"What? I did not! It's still alive and kicking." He protested indiginantly.
"No, you killed it." I repeated.
"Damn." He looked down. "I hate killing things."
"I know you do, ut you really did kill that." I gave his hand another comforting squeeze. "To answer your question, yes, I'll be there."
"As my personal cheerleader?!" His eyes lit up hopefully.
"Yes, as your personal cheerleader." I replied.
"Will you even give me a lap dance afterwards?!" His eyes held mischief this time.
"Luke! What kind of cheerleader would give you a lap dance?!" I demanded.
"Brooke would." He responded, shrugging his shoulders.
"Then ask her." I huffed.
"Fine, I will." He grinned. I knew he was joking, he'd never do that.
"You do that. I'll spend the rest of the night with Nathan, then." I shrugged, pretending to be indifferent. "Either way, I spend the night with one of the Scott boys."
"You wouldn't dare?!" He stopped and turned to me.
"Well, you'll be off getting a lap dance from Brooke, why shouldn't I have some fun?"
"I was joking, Hales, and you know it." He wasn't joking anymore. He looked so jealous, I had to laugh.
"Cool it, Wonder Boy, I was jokng too." I assured him. "Jealous, much?"
"When it comes to you, Hales. When it comes to you." Was his response.
Alrighty, I was really sure what to do with this chapter, so I decided to make it fun towards the end. I hope you're all satisfied that they kissed. Don't worry, this isn't the end. Nathan, Brooke and Peyton have to find out and we'll see how they deal with it. Maybe i'll have the Scott Brothers become friends, I dunno, we'll see.
Chapter 6: Haley's POV
I sucked in a deep breathe, as Lucas leaned forward. His sexy voice was ringing through my ears.
"I believe we were right about, here.........." He was about a centimeter from my face now and my eyelids closed, as I waited.
His lips slowly brushed across mine, as if waiting for me to protest, when he recieved none, he added more pressure. He began to gently suck on my bottom lip, nipping lightly at it with his teeth from time to time. His hands dropped from my face to wind their way around my waist, pulling me right up against him. I didn't hesitate to wrap my arms around his neck.
After a little bit, he brought his tongue to trace my lips. I let them part with a small sigh and his tongue plunged into my mouth, exploring every hidden crevice and secret my mouth had to offer, before bringing it into a lazy dance with my own.
I let out a soft little moan and I felt him smile against my lips. The kiss was deep and passionate, something I had never expierienced before. His kisses literally took my breath away because soon air became an issue and we had to pull apart. Both of us were breathing heavily, but we were smiling too.
"You don't know how long I've wanted to do that for." Luke grinned, still panting slightly. "I almost killed Peyton earlier."
"I thought you liked her?" I breathed. His arms were still around my waist and mine were still around his neck, but neither of us seemed to care.
"I thought I did too, but after I thought about it, I realized that she only gave me the time of day when she felt like it. Then I kept thinking about what you said about me being the classic gentleman and how that's what you looked for in a guy, but the things is Hales, you're exactly what I look for in a girl." He reached up and brushed a strand of hair off my face. "So don't tell me that this was a mistake because we click, Hales. We were supposed to click, the classic gentleman and the classic lady, that's what you are."
"The Classic Lady?" I asked, a teasing grin coming to my face.
"The girl every guy dreams of. She sweet and inncoent, yet not completely naive. More importantly, you're the girl I dream of." He said sincerely.
"I was never going to say this was a mistake. Being with you could never be a mistake." I smiled at his words. "I wasn't lying when I said that the classic gentleman was my dream guy."
"Why thank you. So, does this mean you wanted to kiss me too?" He asked, looking adorably hopeful.
"Yes, I wanted to kiss you too. I just thought you were hung up on Peyton and would freak if we did." I replied.
"Well, I would have kissed you back, so screw Peyton." He grinned, a he released me, but then he wrapped one arm around my waist, as we made our way down the sidewalk.
"You mean that?" I was getting too excited now. I was dreaming, I swear I have to bem if Lucas would choose me over Peyton.
"Every word." He nodded placing a kiss in my hair.
"So, what are we?" I asked, moving my hand to lace our fingers together. "Couple, kissing partners, what?"
"Kissing partners? Where the Hell did you get that idea?" He laughed, giving my hand a squeeze. "I was leaning more towards couple, but I can handle kissing partners too, as long as I don't have to share you." He joked.
"Oh you!" I shook my head and laughed. "I think I like the idea of being a couple."
"Yeah, I liked that one too." Luke laughed. "So, Ms. James, will you be my girlfriend?" He lightened his voice, sounding like a schoolboy.
"Of course." I poked him in the ribs. He feigned mock pain. "You didn't even have to ask."
"Yeah, but I wanted too. It makes it more official." He explained. "This makes you all mine, you know. I'm not sharing with my brother." He joked.
I giggled. "I don't expect you to and I'm not sure I wanted to be shared with Nathan." I poked him again.
He chuckled. "You won't be, trust me."
"I do." I nodded in agreement.
"Whoa, isn't that marching a little too far ahead?!" Luke mock panicked. "I don't even have a ring."
"Trust you, you idiot!" I laughed.
"I know, I was just teasing." He soothed, hugging me closer. "So, swift change of topic, you coming to the game tonight?"
"How could I miss it? My boyfriend's on the team you know." I joked.
"Yeah, I know him. He's a really nice guy, supertalented, really handsome guy too." Luke nodded. "You're really lucky to have such a superstar as your boyfriend.
I shook my head. "You killed it, Luke."
"What? I did not! It's still alive and kicking." He protested indiginantly.
"No, you killed it." I repeated.
"Damn." He looked down. "I hate killing things."
"I know you do, ut you really did kill that." I gave his hand another comforting squeeze. "To answer your question, yes, I'll be there."
"As my personal cheerleader?!" His eyes lit up hopefully.
"Yes, as your personal cheerleader." I replied.
"Will you even give me a lap dance afterwards?!" His eyes held mischief this time.
"Luke! What kind of cheerleader would give you a lap dance?!" I demanded.
"Brooke would." He responded, shrugging his shoulders.
"Then ask her." I huffed.
"Fine, I will." He grinned. I knew he was joking, he'd never do that.
"You do that. I'll spend the rest of the night with Nathan, then." I shrugged, pretending to be indifferent. "Either way, I spend the night with one of the Scott boys."
"You wouldn't dare?!" He stopped and turned to me.
"Well, you'll be off getting a lap dance from Brooke, why shouldn't I have some fun?"
"I was joking, Hales, and you know it." He wasn't joking anymore. He looked so jealous, I had to laugh.
"Cool it, Wonder Boy, I was jokng too." I assured him. "Jealous, much?"
"When it comes to you, Hales. When it comes to you." Was his response.
Alrighty, I was really sure what to do with this chapter, so I decided to make it fun towards the end. I hope you're all satisfied that they kissed. Don't worry, this isn't the end. Nathan, Brooke and Peyton have to find out and we'll see how they deal with it. Maybe i'll have the Scott Brothers become friends, I dunno, we'll see.