Haley grinned secretively and patted Lucas on the back.
"You're such a cutie," she joked.
He smiled, and thought about himself. The way he was completely devoted to making Peyton happy. In fact, there wasn't anything he wouldn't do for her.
"So you'll do it?" he asked, uneasily.
"Of course," she confirmed. "I just need directions."
* * * * *
Haley bobbed her head up and down listening to her favorite song on the radio. When it came to music, Haley was very opinionated, yet open-minded. Her favorites were the loved-by-all oldies, (the Beatles' soft tunes); and real punk rock, (not any of that pop-punk stuff.)
She glanced down at the small slip of paper, memorizing the address.
"55 Maple Street," she said to her self. "55 Maple Street."
It seemed as though she would never make it there, and that she would be stranded on the road, roaming around to a place that never existed.
"Oh crap, 7:43," she said, stepping on the gas.
The truck zoomed down the highway, and since Haley had rarely gone past fifty miles per hour, she felt different. Almost rebellious.
She could hear her parent's voices in her head, "Haley James! Pull over right now!" But something made her keep going. It was like she was ruling the world.
The meter reached 80 miles per hour, and before she knew it, a police car appeared in her rear view mirror.
"Crap," she said in annoyance. She let her foot inch away from the gas petal, and breathed. She pulled over, and the police car did the same.
As he walked slowly out of his car, she breathed calmly, "This is for Lucas," she repeated numerous times in her mind.
The officer knocked on the window, scaring her a bit.
"Young lady," he began, as she rolled down the window. "You were going awfully fast."
Haley began to freak out. She reached desperately into her pocket handed him her driver's license.
"I.." She hesitated. "I had to pick something up. Something important."
"Uh huh," he said, taking out his ticket pad. "The law doesn't allow anyone to go that fast young girl. I'm afraid I'm going to have to write you a ticket, and issue you to a driving safety course." He took out his pen. "What's your name anyway."
"I'm Haley James," she said softly.
The officer shook his head in disbelief, "Haley James? Community service girl?"
She nodded.
"Well hun, I'm sorry. But I can't get you out of this. I'd love to. But, it's against the law."
She held her head low, and took the ticket from him.
"Thanks," she said sarcastically, as she put it in her pocket.
"This is for Lucas..." she thought as she started up the car.
**Authors Note:** Yes, this chapter was quite short, but it was long overdue for another chapter. Hope you liked it. :/
"You're such a cutie," she joked.
He smiled, and thought about himself. The way he was completely devoted to making Peyton happy. In fact, there wasn't anything he wouldn't do for her.
"So you'll do it?" he asked, uneasily.
"Of course," she confirmed. "I just need directions."
* * * * *
Haley bobbed her head up and down listening to her favorite song on the radio. When it came to music, Haley was very opinionated, yet open-minded. Her favorites were the loved-by-all oldies, (the Beatles' soft tunes); and real punk rock, (not any of that pop-punk stuff.)
She glanced down at the small slip of paper, memorizing the address.
"55 Maple Street," she said to her self. "55 Maple Street."
It seemed as though she would never make it there, and that she would be stranded on the road, roaming around to a place that never existed.
"Oh crap, 7:43," she said, stepping on the gas.
The truck zoomed down the highway, and since Haley had rarely gone past fifty miles per hour, she felt different. Almost rebellious.
She could hear her parent's voices in her head, "Haley James! Pull over right now!" But something made her keep going. It was like she was ruling the world.
The meter reached 80 miles per hour, and before she knew it, a police car appeared in her rear view mirror.
"Crap," she said in annoyance. She let her foot inch away from the gas petal, and breathed. She pulled over, and the police car did the same.
As he walked slowly out of his car, she breathed calmly, "This is for Lucas," she repeated numerous times in her mind.
The officer knocked on the window, scaring her a bit.
"Young lady," he began, as she rolled down the window. "You were going awfully fast."
Haley began to freak out. She reached desperately into her pocket handed him her driver's license.
"I.." She hesitated. "I had to pick something up. Something important."
"Uh huh," he said, taking out his ticket pad. "The law doesn't allow anyone to go that fast young girl. I'm afraid I'm going to have to write you a ticket, and issue you to a driving safety course." He took out his pen. "What's your name anyway."
"I'm Haley James," she said softly.
The officer shook his head in disbelief, "Haley James? Community service girl?"
She nodded.
"Well hun, I'm sorry. But I can't get you out of this. I'd love to. But, it's against the law."
She held her head low, and took the ticket from him.
"Thanks," she said sarcastically, as she put it in her pocket.
"This is for Lucas..." she thought as she started up the car.
**Authors Note:** Yes, this chapter was quite short, but it was long overdue for another chapter. Hope you liked it. :/