Three hours later, the house was pretty much back to the way it was before the party...give or take a few broken items that could easily be replaced without hesitation.

"Wow." Nathan said, walking out into the living room and looking around. "You would have never been able to tell there was a party here last night."

Haley walked next to him and surveyed the room. "Well yeah, besides the big barf stain on the couch." She pointed in the direction of the stained, white material and wrinkled her nose. "Hope you don't mind, but that's where my kind thank you gesture comes to an end. Cleaning up bodily fluids is not part of the package."

Nathan laughed and gave the couch a look of disgust. "I don't even want to think about how I'm going to clean that. I guess next time I'll have to put buckets around the house, that way people won't have to spew on the furniture."

Nodding her head, Haley crossed her arms over her chest. "Or just less liquor.."

"No way." He smiled and walked back upstairs, lying down on his bed and flipping on the television.

Haley didn't really know what to do, so she followed after him. She wasn't going to stay downstairs all by herself and since he didn't protest to her following up the stairs, she figured it was alright. "Why are you so mellow today?" She asked, sitting down next to him.

He looked over at her and raised an eyebrow; those wrinkles in his forehead that she quickly found so adorable became visible once again. "What do you mean?"

"Well yesterday you were..I don't know, feisty. Today you act as if you've known me since forever. You're really calm or something."

Nathan shrugged his shoulders and flipped the channel to ESPN. Noticing that nothing good was on, he clicked the off button and threw the remote next to him. "I guess I feel comfortable around you, that's all."

Haley's brow furrowed. "Why though? I was such a bitch to you last night."

"Let's just say...I understand you." He replied nonchalantly, grabbing the small hand held basketball next to him and throwing it up in the air.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

He stopped throwing the ball and set it back down in its original place. "You put up a front, Haley."

"I do not! And that's a little rude to say to me considering-"

"Considering I don't even know you?" Haley nodded. "Just let me finish before you get all defensive on me." Nathan rolled over on his side to face her, propping his head up with his hand. "You already had this strong hate towards me before we even met, because of what Lucas told you. So when you actually did finally meet me, you put up this facade."

"That's not true." She replied, getting a bit flustered.

"Oh yeah? Then why are you still here with me?" Haley shrugged her shoulders and looked down at the bed, tracing her fingers around the pattern of the stitching. "Exactly."

She was beginning to get even angrier. How dare he act like he knows her...like he can figure her out. Because truth was, he couldn't. She wouldn't let him. There was no way she was going to become this guy's friend just because he helped her out a little bit last night. Haley looked up at him. "You're the one who puts up the front."

"You don't know me." Nathan spat back, mocking her earlier statement.

"No, but I don't get it. You met me last night, yet you act so different around me. You're such an ass to anyone else but to me, you're calm..nice in a way, I guess."

"Because you're not like them." He answered simply, scanning her face for any type of reaction.

"How would you know?" The cold response she gave him was forced in a way, but not entirely. Nathan barely knew her. There was no way he could possibly determine that she wasn't like everyone else that he associated with.

"You're not fake."

She looked into his eyes, trying to figure him out. She wasn't able to. "But you just told me I put up a front."

"Yeah, you do. But it's different from everyone else."

"I don't understand."

He sighed and sat up, facing her. "People suck up to me. That's what I mean."

Haley furrowed her brow once again. "Okay..?"

"They're nice to me because I'm popular and I throw parties. I'm sure if I wasn't on the basketball team and didn't do half the sh!t that I normally do, they wouldn't give me the time of day." Haley nodded, fully agreeing to what he was saying but not muttering a word. "But you," He pointed to her and she tensed up. "You put up this front not to like me."

"Conceited much?" She spat out, getting off the bed.

Nathan grabbed her wrist before she could leave and pulled her back. She resumed her original position on the bed. "I don't mean it like that."

"Then what do you mean? Because I'm pretty sure I just plain don't like you."

"I can see through you, Haley. You're not who you want me to think you are." He leaned forward and to his surprise, she didn't pull away. Their lips were mere inches apart, and Haley could feel his breath on her face. "And you know it."

What was she supposed to do? It was obvious he was going to kiss her. Did she want him to kiss her? No..yes...she didn't know. It was confusing. Her brain was like static. But the truth was, he was right. It was a front, a wall that she put up. But she couldn't admit that. Especially not to him.

As he leaned forward a bit more, and they became even more dangerously closer, she turned her head to the side before his lips could meet hers. "I think I should go." She whispered, before lifting herself off the bed and walking out of the room.