Chapter
A thousand- something messages!
Authors note: This chapter is really short and it's basically revolving around Haley. This is going to be so complicated to write! So stick with me please and show me as much support as possible. Which obviously means- REVIEW!
Annoyed. If there were one word to describe how Haley James was feeling, it would certainly be annoyed. If work, school and her responsibilities weren't one thing, then a guy was another. Jared, the biggest jerk she ever came encounter with, insisted on leaving all kind of messages for her, to confess an undying love of some sort. What he didn't understand was that they were over, finished, done, finito.
When she walked through the door of her apartment, she switched on the lights, put her jacket on the rack and went over to her answer machine. She sucked her teeth, rolled her eyes, muttered aloud 'damn! Like a thousand- something messages!' whispered 'Stalker' under her breath and clicked the play button.
"Baby, it's me Jared again and I seriously need to talk to you. Can't you just return my calls? Please, we should work this out. I know that I cheated on you but don't I deserve a second chance? Call me back. I love you Haley, you know that." -Click.
She sighed heavily, plopping onto her couch and closing her eyes. "That's just the thing." She paused as if in serious thought, "You've already had a second chance."
* * * *
She woke up, took a ten-minuet shower, got dressed, brushed her teeth, grabbed her 'pack' and rushed out the door. She was late, late to a class she couldn't be late to. Who ever thought that the desires of a guy would keep her awake at night? She surely didn't and was agitated at her potential position of her getting back with her weakness. The guy was a charmer- when he wasn't running his charm on someone other than her.
Nervously, she began grinding her teeth together as she ran through the halls to her class. She almost tumbled upon the door and fell inside, but luckily the door was shut. She fixed her self and faced the solid object in front of her. Hell. The one class she despised the most, but desperately needed to pass- hell also known as Philosophers Law.
She got up the courage, tapping lightly on the door and stepping back some. The door flung open, as to be expected, revealing Ms.- reading is fundamental-so read or fail!
"Sorry Ms. Wise." Haley muttered, timidly walking into the classroom and finding a seat.
* * * *
The day was over and Haley thanked the lord above. Her normal routine took place, left Harvard, got something to eat, some coffee and went home. The answering machine flashed and the number ten appeared.
After skipping the messages that started with 'baby', Haley sighed and played the last message. The voice was unnerving and unchangingly familiar, in an annoying way of course. Brooke.
* * *
The vibration of her cell phone snapped her out of her trance. She rolled her eyes, picking up the small object from her dashboard and answering.
"What?"
A squeal, "PEYTON!" yelled the voice on the other end.
"Brooke." She smiled into the phone, keeping her eyes on the road in front of her.
"Hey gorgeous! How's the artistic life?"
Peyton chuckled lightly and sighed into the phone. "It's fine. How's the traveling thing going?"
"Great!" The brunette responded enthusiastically. "I just came from Italy."
"Cute boys?"
"Very cute."
Once again, Peyton chuckled and shook her head. "It's good to hear your voice."
"Same here and you wont believe the next place I'm traveling!"
"Where?" Peyton asked, smile forming on her lips.
"Las Vegas."
"That sounds like fun."
"Guess who's coming along." Brooke chuckled into the phone, arching her eyebrow in mischief.
Peyton sighed, furrowed her brows and smiled softly. "That wouldn't happen to be me would it?"
A thousand- something messages!
Authors note: This chapter is really short and it's basically revolving around Haley. This is going to be so complicated to write! So stick with me please and show me as much support as possible. Which obviously means- REVIEW!
Annoyed. If there were one word to describe how Haley James was feeling, it would certainly be annoyed. If work, school and her responsibilities weren't one thing, then a guy was another. Jared, the biggest jerk she ever came encounter with, insisted on leaving all kind of messages for her, to confess an undying love of some sort. What he didn't understand was that they were over, finished, done, finito.
When she walked through the door of her apartment, she switched on the lights, put her jacket on the rack and went over to her answer machine. She sucked her teeth, rolled her eyes, muttered aloud 'damn! Like a thousand- something messages!' whispered 'Stalker' under her breath and clicked the play button.
"Baby, it's me Jared again and I seriously need to talk to you. Can't you just return my calls? Please, we should work this out. I know that I cheated on you but don't I deserve a second chance? Call me back. I love you Haley, you know that." -Click.
She sighed heavily, plopping onto her couch and closing her eyes. "That's just the thing." She paused as if in serious thought, "You've already had a second chance."
* * * *
She woke up, took a ten-minuet shower, got dressed, brushed her teeth, grabbed her 'pack' and rushed out the door. She was late, late to a class she couldn't be late to. Who ever thought that the desires of a guy would keep her awake at night? She surely didn't and was agitated at her potential position of her getting back with her weakness. The guy was a charmer- when he wasn't running his charm on someone other than her.
Nervously, she began grinding her teeth together as she ran through the halls to her class. She almost tumbled upon the door and fell inside, but luckily the door was shut. She fixed her self and faced the solid object in front of her. Hell. The one class she despised the most, but desperately needed to pass- hell also known as Philosophers Law.
She got up the courage, tapping lightly on the door and stepping back some. The door flung open, as to be expected, revealing Ms.- reading is fundamental-so read or fail!
"Sorry Ms. Wise." Haley muttered, timidly walking into the classroom and finding a seat.
* * * *
The day was over and Haley thanked the lord above. Her normal routine took place, left Harvard, got something to eat, some coffee and went home. The answering machine flashed and the number ten appeared.
After skipping the messages that started with 'baby', Haley sighed and played the last message. The voice was unnerving and unchangingly familiar, in an annoying way of course. Brooke.
* * *
The vibration of her cell phone snapped her out of her trance. She rolled her eyes, picking up the small object from her dashboard and answering.
"What?"
A squeal, "PEYTON!" yelled the voice on the other end.
"Brooke." She smiled into the phone, keeping her eyes on the road in front of her.
"Hey gorgeous! How's the artistic life?"
Peyton chuckled lightly and sighed into the phone. "It's fine. How's the traveling thing going?"
"Great!" The brunette responded enthusiastically. "I just came from Italy."
"Cute boys?"
"Very cute."
Once again, Peyton chuckled and shook her head. "It's good to hear your voice."
"Same here and you wont believe the next place I'm traveling!"
"Where?" Peyton asked, smile forming on her lips.
"Las Vegas."
"That sounds like fun."
"Guess who's coming along." Brooke chuckled into the phone, arching her eyebrow in mischief.
Peyton sighed, furrowed her brows and smiled softly. "That wouldn't happen to be me would it?"