Note to avid readers: I edited this chapter a bit. It makes a little more
sense now, huh? Also, thanks to the lovely comments I am more inspired to
continue the fic!
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Nathan smiled, as he applied his cologne. He ran a wet comb through his hair and grinned in the locker room mirror. It had been a long time since he'd been this happy, and he planned on embracing it as much as he could.
For the first time, he was actually in love. He had liked Peyton - but there was something so unusual about Haley that made him give up everything just to see her. Well, almost everything.
Nathan paced down the hall and eyed Haley, standing contentedly next to his locker.
Haley beamed, "Hey! I was waiting for you, I wanted to know how you did on the history test, because we didn't have much time to talk, and."
Nathan smiled, and kissed her gently.
"Nathan," Haley began, blushing. "We can't do that yet. I still haven't told."
She was suddenly interrupted by yet another kiss.
"Lucas." she trailed off. Her eyes twinkled - she was completely transformed.
"Nathan," she began again, frowning, but her eyes still vibrant.
Nathan grinned and began, "What Haley? Aren't I a good kisser?" he joked.
She blushed immensely, and said, "Yes.well.that's not the point. I just don't want to.kiss you yet until I tell Lucas. I mean, it's weird for him."
"Yea." Nathan said, putting his gym bag in his locker, "I know."
"I'm glad you understand," she said.
Nathan sighed.
"Well I have to get going, I'm going to work a few extras hours at the café and I can't be late," Haley added.
Nathan hugged her tightly and kissed her gently on the cheek.
"I'll miss you too," she said softly, as they departed.
Haley's spine tingled, and she couldn't help but smile.
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Gym at One Tree Hill High was like any other Gym class - tiring, and long. Therefore, it was Haley's least favorite subject. There was something about wearing athletic shorts and an oversized tee that made her cringe. But sensibly, she did not complain. Things were going too good in her life - and she didn't want to screw up her karma.
Haley wrapped her hair into a high, tight ponytail, and tied her shoes in the gym locker room. She was still bright and smiley from the previous incident, and was contemplating in her head where Nathan would take her on their next date.
"Next date," she thought. "That sounds so unusual, because I never go on dates. But at the same time, it just feels right," She added.
The locker room soon crowded, and Haley hurried into the gym, to dodge the crammed environment. That was the way she did things, if her life was summed up into a few sentences. Haley was - a genius, and always avoided crowded situations.
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Lucas approached the gym, and spotted Haley immediately, who was stretching, alone by the benches. He slowly paced towards her, and began to speak.
"Hey."
Haley looked up, and smiled, "Hey!"
"So. What's going on?" Lucas asked, sitting down on the blue, metal bench.
"Nothing much. You know, the usual - stretches before class so I don't sprain my ankle," Haley said.
Lucas laughed. "I remember in 6th grade, you fell off a tree and I had to carry you home, because you couldn't walk," Lucas stated, smiling a bit. "Then you ended up getting crutches, and laying in bed for two weeks."
"I remember that oh-too-well," Haley said, laughing.
Lucas paused and looked up at her.
"Haley," he began. "I wanted to thank you."
Haley looked up, perplexed, "For carrying me when my leg was broken?"
Lucas smiled, and then shook his head.
"For," he began. "Being such a great friend. I've never really told you that before."
Haley smiled discreetly.
"You mean a lot to me Haley," he added.
Haley looked up at him. "Thanks," she said.
There was pure silence for a few seconds.
Without warning, Haley hugged Lucas tightly resting her head on his shoulders. She and he remained, holding each other closely.
She finally released herself and smiled.
"Lucas, I'm glad you're my best friend too," she said.
"Oh, by the way. I think you should try to clear things up with Peyton. You two have so much potential," she said.
"Well, thank you Love Dr. Haley; I think I'll consider it," Lucas said.
Haley laughed and got up from the benches. She suddenly felt so guilty she didn't tell him yet.
"I will tell him," she thought. "When the time is right."
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Peyton walked, slowly, and aching to her locker and opened it forcefully. She examined her face in the tiny mirror attached to the locker door, and then loaded her textbooks into a shelf on her locker.
A tiny slip of paper fell on the floor - it was from Lucas. Her eyes widened, as she read it leisurely.
"Peyton, I didn't mean to piss you off yesterday. Meet me at the café at 8. I hope I can make it up to you. -Lucas."
Peyton's eyebrows rose, in confusion. "I might as well go," she thought. "I do owe it to him for being such a bitch the past few days."
She was smiling, secretly though. Pleased with herself for the first time in a few days. "He really does like me." she thought, grasping the note tightly.
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Nathan smiled, as he applied his cologne. He ran a wet comb through his hair and grinned in the locker room mirror. It had been a long time since he'd been this happy, and he planned on embracing it as much as he could.
For the first time, he was actually in love. He had liked Peyton - but there was something so unusual about Haley that made him give up everything just to see her. Well, almost everything.
Nathan paced down the hall and eyed Haley, standing contentedly next to his locker.
Haley beamed, "Hey! I was waiting for you, I wanted to know how you did on the history test, because we didn't have much time to talk, and."
Nathan smiled, and kissed her gently.
"Nathan," Haley began, blushing. "We can't do that yet. I still haven't told."
She was suddenly interrupted by yet another kiss.
"Lucas." she trailed off. Her eyes twinkled - she was completely transformed.
"Nathan," she began again, frowning, but her eyes still vibrant.
Nathan grinned and began, "What Haley? Aren't I a good kisser?" he joked.
She blushed immensely, and said, "Yes.well.that's not the point. I just don't want to.kiss you yet until I tell Lucas. I mean, it's weird for him."
"Yea." Nathan said, putting his gym bag in his locker, "I know."
"I'm glad you understand," she said.
Nathan sighed.
"Well I have to get going, I'm going to work a few extras hours at the café and I can't be late," Haley added.
Nathan hugged her tightly and kissed her gently on the cheek.
"I'll miss you too," she said softly, as they departed.
Haley's spine tingled, and she couldn't help but smile.
* * * * *
Gym at One Tree Hill High was like any other Gym class - tiring, and long. Therefore, it was Haley's least favorite subject. There was something about wearing athletic shorts and an oversized tee that made her cringe. But sensibly, she did not complain. Things were going too good in her life - and she didn't want to screw up her karma.
Haley wrapped her hair into a high, tight ponytail, and tied her shoes in the gym locker room. She was still bright and smiley from the previous incident, and was contemplating in her head where Nathan would take her on their next date.
"Next date," she thought. "That sounds so unusual, because I never go on dates. But at the same time, it just feels right," She added.
The locker room soon crowded, and Haley hurried into the gym, to dodge the crammed environment. That was the way she did things, if her life was summed up into a few sentences. Haley was - a genius, and always avoided crowded situations.
* * * * *
Lucas approached the gym, and spotted Haley immediately, who was stretching, alone by the benches. He slowly paced towards her, and began to speak.
"Hey."
Haley looked up, and smiled, "Hey!"
"So. What's going on?" Lucas asked, sitting down on the blue, metal bench.
"Nothing much. You know, the usual - stretches before class so I don't sprain my ankle," Haley said.
Lucas laughed. "I remember in 6th grade, you fell off a tree and I had to carry you home, because you couldn't walk," Lucas stated, smiling a bit. "Then you ended up getting crutches, and laying in bed for two weeks."
"I remember that oh-too-well," Haley said, laughing.
Lucas paused and looked up at her.
"Haley," he began. "I wanted to thank you."
Haley looked up, perplexed, "For carrying me when my leg was broken?"
Lucas smiled, and then shook his head.
"For," he began. "Being such a great friend. I've never really told you that before."
Haley smiled discreetly.
"You mean a lot to me Haley," he added.
Haley looked up at him. "Thanks," she said.
There was pure silence for a few seconds.
Without warning, Haley hugged Lucas tightly resting her head on his shoulders. She and he remained, holding each other closely.
She finally released herself and smiled.
"Lucas, I'm glad you're my best friend too," she said.
"Oh, by the way. I think you should try to clear things up with Peyton. You two have so much potential," she said.
"Well, thank you Love Dr. Haley; I think I'll consider it," Lucas said.
Haley laughed and got up from the benches. She suddenly felt so guilty she didn't tell him yet.
"I will tell him," she thought. "When the time is right."
* * * * *
Peyton walked, slowly, and aching to her locker and opened it forcefully. She examined her face in the tiny mirror attached to the locker door, and then loaded her textbooks into a shelf on her locker.
A tiny slip of paper fell on the floor - it was from Lucas. Her eyes widened, as she read it leisurely.
"Peyton, I didn't mean to piss you off yesterday. Meet me at the café at 8. I hope I can make it up to you. -Lucas."
Peyton's eyebrows rose, in confusion. "I might as well go," she thought. "I do owe it to him for being such a bitch the past few days."
She was smiling, secretly though. Pleased with herself for the first time in a few days. "He really does like me." she thought, grasping the note tightly.
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