A/N: Just to remind you all, this story's told in different points of view. Asterisks in the middle of a chapter show the change, and different chapters are told in different perspectives. R&R, por favor.
Disclaimer: Yea, yea...yanno I don't own this stuff.
CHAPTER 2
When we reached the high school, Nate ran off to the locker rooms while I went with Sammie to get a good seat. She followed me with a huge smile on her face.
"Wow. This school's really nice."
I turned to her and smiled. "You're always so cheery."
"It just seems like I always am." Her eyes had a far-off look.
I knew what she was talking about. Even if it was about four or five years since the incident happened, I could remember it clearly. But even if she was going through such a hard time, she always seemed to keep her head up. She was so optimistic; I wondered how she did it, and I wanted to beg her to give me some tips.
"Hey, Hales," a voice broke through my thoughts.
"Hey, Peyton."
A cheerleader with bushy golden hair walked up to us. She was looking straight at me, but I could see that her eyes kept darting to Sammie on my right side. A few minutes later, another girl joined her, but this one had straight dark hair.
"Tutor girl, who's your friend?"
"This is Samantha Edison, Brooke. Sammie, this is Brooke Davis." I gestured to the girl with the dark hair. "And this is Peyton Sawyer."
Peyton gladly shook Sammie's hand and gave her a warm smile, but Brooke just eyed her with a look of distrust and, dare I say it, something that looked like evil.
"So, how do you know Haley?" Brooke asked her.
I turned to look at Sammie.
"Oh, we go way back. All the way to kindergarten, actually."
"Really?" Peyton asked, her eyes turning to me. "You never told us about her."
I blushed. "Well, I didn't think you guys would be interested to know about my...past, I guess you'd say."
"Yea," Sammie joked. "Our story's boring."
Brooke then asked, "If you knew Hales, you must've known Lucas."
Uh-oh. I hoped Brooke wasn't about to start something with Sam. But I was quickly saved from possible confrontation when the buzzer went off to signal the start of the game. Brooke and Peyton turned around at the sound, and then looked back at us.
"Sorry, Hales," Peyton said, "but we gotta run." She shook the pom- poms in her hand. "I hope we can catch up later on," she added to Sammie.
Sam waved to them. "You're friends are nice."
"Yea," I added. "They're great."
She turned to me, with a twinkle in her eye. "I think Brooke doesn't like me."
"Don't mind, Brooke. She doesn't trust very many people."
She laughed at the statement. "Why?! Is she like, completely paranoid?"
"No. She's just...She just likes...She enjoys...I don't know. That's just how Brooke is."
Sammie rolled her eyes. "Well, I don't even know." She paused to watch the tip-off. "Why'd she ask me if I knew Lucas?"
"Well, so did Nate."
"No. It's just when she asked me, she was like...I dunno, sounding all defensive and stuff like that."
"Oh." I stopped. "I don't know if I should explain it all to you."
"Why not?"
"It's a long story, Sammie. And very, very confusing."
She turned her body to completely face me and grabbed me by the shoulders. "C'mon! Tell me! Yanno I need to know everything! I haven't changed much in four years."
I laughed. "No, you definitely haven't." I pulled her hands off my shoulders and turned to face her, too. "Okay, it all starts with Lucas, Nathan, and Peyton. You know who I'm talking about."
She nodded; her expression was completely rapt. She really wanted to hear this.
"Lucas and Nathan didn't get along all that much. And Peyton was going out with Nathan. But Lucas liked Peyton, too."
I paused a little to let her absorb everything in. She just stared at me. "What?!?! I have no idea what you said. All I heard was Nathan, Peyton, Lucas, Peyton, Nathan, Nathan, Lucas, Peyton." She laughed. "It was all one big blur."
I shook my head. "Exactly! It's all too confusing." I began to turn around, but she grabbed me by my shoulders again.
"No! I was just kidding! I know what you said!" She let go of my shoulders. "Lucas and Nathan didn't get along; Nathan was with Peyton; Lucas was jocking on Peyton." She turned to me, her eyes wide with curiosity. "Continue."
I started to laugh again. "Okay, so anyways, Nathan and Peyton broke up; Lucas ended up with Brooke. But Lucas cheated on Brooke with Peyton. And Brooke and Peyton happen to be best friends." I stopped. "I'm going to fast, huh?"
"No! I got it. Nathan and Peyton over; Lucas with Brooke; Lucas cheated on Brooke with her best friend and Nathan's ex, Peyton." She stopped. "Damn! Your lives are like one big soap opera! Okay, continue."
"All right, Peyton ended up not wanting to be with Lucas, but Brooke was completely mad that Lucas cheated on her in the first place, especially with her best friend. So Lucas ended up being single. And I ended up with Nate. But Brooke and Peyton are cool now."
She just continued to stare at me, as if asking for more.
"Um...that's it."
"Wow. That's so confusing. It's like a big spider web."
"Yea, and don't even get me started on the parents."
"Why? Is it even juicier?" Her eyes were twinkling again, and I rolled my eyes and continued watching the game. She must've gotten the hint, 'cause she turned around to watch, too.
For the remaining time in the first quarter and the first half of the second, we sat not talking to each other at all. Both of us were so intent on watching the game that I almost forgot that my best friend in elementary school, who I haven't seen in years, was sitting right next to me.
"Wow! Who was that?" Sammie asked, after about a half an hour of not talking to each other, and after Lucas just made a great lay-up.
"Who?"
"The guy who made the lay-up!" We sat back down on the bleachers, since we stood to cheer for Luke.
"That was Lucas!"
"Lucas?"
"Yes, Lucas!"
"Oh, God! It doesn't even look like him anymore." Her eyes began to follow him up and down the court. She leaned toward me to whisper in my ear, "No wonder Brooke and Peyton were fighting over him."
A/N: That was the second chapter. I hope you liked it. Review, please! I'd really appreciate it.
Disclaimer: Yea, yea...yanno I don't own this stuff.
CHAPTER 2
When we reached the high school, Nate ran off to the locker rooms while I went with Sammie to get a good seat. She followed me with a huge smile on her face.
"Wow. This school's really nice."
I turned to her and smiled. "You're always so cheery."
"It just seems like I always am." Her eyes had a far-off look.
I knew what she was talking about. Even if it was about four or five years since the incident happened, I could remember it clearly. But even if she was going through such a hard time, she always seemed to keep her head up. She was so optimistic; I wondered how she did it, and I wanted to beg her to give me some tips.
"Hey, Hales," a voice broke through my thoughts.
"Hey, Peyton."
A cheerleader with bushy golden hair walked up to us. She was looking straight at me, but I could see that her eyes kept darting to Sammie on my right side. A few minutes later, another girl joined her, but this one had straight dark hair.
"Tutor girl, who's your friend?"
"This is Samantha Edison, Brooke. Sammie, this is Brooke Davis." I gestured to the girl with the dark hair. "And this is Peyton Sawyer."
Peyton gladly shook Sammie's hand and gave her a warm smile, but Brooke just eyed her with a look of distrust and, dare I say it, something that looked like evil.
"So, how do you know Haley?" Brooke asked her.
I turned to look at Sammie.
"Oh, we go way back. All the way to kindergarten, actually."
"Really?" Peyton asked, her eyes turning to me. "You never told us about her."
I blushed. "Well, I didn't think you guys would be interested to know about my...past, I guess you'd say."
"Yea," Sammie joked. "Our story's boring."
Brooke then asked, "If you knew Hales, you must've known Lucas."
Uh-oh. I hoped Brooke wasn't about to start something with Sam. But I was quickly saved from possible confrontation when the buzzer went off to signal the start of the game. Brooke and Peyton turned around at the sound, and then looked back at us.
"Sorry, Hales," Peyton said, "but we gotta run." She shook the pom- poms in her hand. "I hope we can catch up later on," she added to Sammie.
Sam waved to them. "You're friends are nice."
"Yea," I added. "They're great."
She turned to me, with a twinkle in her eye. "I think Brooke doesn't like me."
"Don't mind, Brooke. She doesn't trust very many people."
She laughed at the statement. "Why?! Is she like, completely paranoid?"
"No. She's just...She just likes...She enjoys...I don't know. That's just how Brooke is."
Sammie rolled her eyes. "Well, I don't even know." She paused to watch the tip-off. "Why'd she ask me if I knew Lucas?"
"Well, so did Nate."
"No. It's just when she asked me, she was like...I dunno, sounding all defensive and stuff like that."
"Oh." I stopped. "I don't know if I should explain it all to you."
"Why not?"
"It's a long story, Sammie. And very, very confusing."
She turned her body to completely face me and grabbed me by the shoulders. "C'mon! Tell me! Yanno I need to know everything! I haven't changed much in four years."
I laughed. "No, you definitely haven't." I pulled her hands off my shoulders and turned to face her, too. "Okay, it all starts with Lucas, Nathan, and Peyton. You know who I'm talking about."
She nodded; her expression was completely rapt. She really wanted to hear this.
"Lucas and Nathan didn't get along all that much. And Peyton was going out with Nathan. But Lucas liked Peyton, too."
I paused a little to let her absorb everything in. She just stared at me. "What?!?! I have no idea what you said. All I heard was Nathan, Peyton, Lucas, Peyton, Nathan, Nathan, Lucas, Peyton." She laughed. "It was all one big blur."
I shook my head. "Exactly! It's all too confusing." I began to turn around, but she grabbed me by my shoulders again.
"No! I was just kidding! I know what you said!" She let go of my shoulders. "Lucas and Nathan didn't get along; Nathan was with Peyton; Lucas was jocking on Peyton." She turned to me, her eyes wide with curiosity. "Continue."
I started to laugh again. "Okay, so anyways, Nathan and Peyton broke up; Lucas ended up with Brooke. But Lucas cheated on Brooke with Peyton. And Brooke and Peyton happen to be best friends." I stopped. "I'm going to fast, huh?"
"No! I got it. Nathan and Peyton over; Lucas with Brooke; Lucas cheated on Brooke with her best friend and Nathan's ex, Peyton." She stopped. "Damn! Your lives are like one big soap opera! Okay, continue."
"All right, Peyton ended up not wanting to be with Lucas, but Brooke was completely mad that Lucas cheated on her in the first place, especially with her best friend. So Lucas ended up being single. And I ended up with Nate. But Brooke and Peyton are cool now."
She just continued to stare at me, as if asking for more.
"Um...that's it."
"Wow. That's so confusing. It's like a big spider web."
"Yea, and don't even get me started on the parents."
"Why? Is it even juicier?" Her eyes were twinkling again, and I rolled my eyes and continued watching the game. She must've gotten the hint, 'cause she turned around to watch, too.
For the remaining time in the first quarter and the first half of the second, we sat not talking to each other at all. Both of us were so intent on watching the game that I almost forgot that my best friend in elementary school, who I haven't seen in years, was sitting right next to me.
"Wow! Who was that?" Sammie asked, after about a half an hour of not talking to each other, and after Lucas just made a great lay-up.
"Who?"
"The guy who made the lay-up!" We sat back down on the bleachers, since we stood to cheer for Luke.
"That was Lucas!"
"Lucas?"
"Yes, Lucas!"
"Oh, God! It doesn't even look like him anymore." Her eyes began to follow him up and down the court. She leaned toward me to whisper in my ear, "No wonder Brooke and Peyton were fighting over him."
A/N: That was the second chapter. I hope you liked it. Review, please! I'd really appreciate it.