Chapter 16: Don't Worry
I lay there dreaming of happiness. Somehow, things had clicked. I felt loved. I hadn't felt that way since Daryl was in my life...
He was a great guy. Daryl helped me to live without Nathan. No, that's not right. He helped me to not fall apart when Nathan wasn't there. When Nathan had gone on his campaign against me, I felt weak. There was just one problem with him. He wasn't Nathan. Sometimes, I wished he was Nathan. He was the perfect guy. It seemed that we were supposed to be together, we were perfect.
However, perfection isn't good. The summer we broke up, I had told him that this won't work. He had accepted it. We became close friends. I still miss him. I wonder what he's been up to nowadays.
My thoughts were broken by the muffled sounds of people talking.
"What'd you do to him?" I heard Cheyenne whisper.
"The whole works. We dumped him in front of the police station and told him not to say a thing," I heard Lucas grumble.
"Where's Peyton and Brooke?" Cheyenne asked.
"They're coming."
I heard the door burst open.
"God, Tim! You go to the police academy and you're still the same dumb sh!tbrick. You haven't changed a bit!" I heard someone yell with frustration. It sounded like Brooke.
"Hey, don't blame me! You were the one who wanted to take a 'shortcut'. And it took us all around the whole damn neighborhood 3 fucking times!" yelled someone. Hmm... that voice sounded so familiar... Was that Tim? Nah... he was in Everett.
"Will both you idiots shut it!?! Haley is here and she can hear you," I heard Nathan whisper frantically.
There was a moment of silence.
"Can I go see her?" asked that familiar voice.
"I haven't seen her either. Neither has Peyton," Brooke said, her voice almost inaudible.
"Yeah..." was all that Peyton said.
The door opened and in came Tim. He sat on the bed. I jumped up and hugged him.
In high school, he was best friends with Nathan. Despite that, we had become friends in 11th grade. He had come to me for tutoring. He was always there for me. We had even gone out for a month.
He enveloped me in a huge bear hug and smiled.
"What are you doing here Tim?" I asked eagerly.
"Well, being in the Everett Police Academy (AN: I don't know if it exists, but there is a Massachusetts town called Everett.) is damn hard work and I wanted to see my buddy."
"Well I'm glad you're here! Now, do you really think I'm stupid?"
"Huh? You lost me Haley."
"I'll repeat my question, what are you doing here?"
"Damn Haley, no need to get all Sherlock on me. Ok, ok... Nathan, Lucas, and Jake called me up and told me... what happened. I used my bad ass police skills and found the dipsh!t at a club. I arrested him and then we beat him to sh!t. Then we left him in front of the station."
Pure silence coiled around us as I sat upright in the bed shocked.
"Timmmmmmm... What were you guys thinking? What if he sues you?"
"He won't. Just trust me babe. He won't."
"Fine, I'll trust you, but don't call me babe."
"O that's right. Perverted comments and sexual innuendo are now Nathan's job."
We grinned at each other.
"It worked out didn't it?" he asked me.
"Yeah..." I shyly said.
"Told you so," he childishly said.
I just laughed. Tim was always the silly kid. There was a knock on the door. I yelled for them to come in. Peyton and Brooke burst in. Tim grimaced. I chuckled at his reaction. God, he never liked Brooke.
"Tim, mind getting your ass out of here? Girl talk," Brooke said. She opened the door and pointed. He looked at her with disgust, and then walked out.
"Brooke, when are you and Tim just gonna let the passion let loose?" I asked Brooke.
"Well, there is no passion. Nothing to let loose," she replied.
"Sure Brooke... You know you guys would look cute together?" I asked with a smirk.
"O they would, wouldn't they?" added Peyton.
"Sorry girls, ain't gonna happen. But I do know something that is happening. What's going on with you and Nathan? Got any yet?" she asked simply.
"O God Brooke, I'm not telling you," I waved off her question.
"C'mon, just tell us. He was acting all manly and protective today. I know you got some action," stated Peyton.
"Fine, there was tongue. That's all I'm going to say about this private and personal matter," I said.
"Oooo... It's now a private and personal matter! Peyton, now I think that things got a lil too heated when we were away," asserted Brooke.
"o shut it, you're not getting any info from me," I laughed.
"Brooke, she ain't gonna spill. Time for Plan B," said Peyton.
They both got up and tickled me. My sides were splitting from laughter.
"Stop, no stop. Fine! I'll tell you," I gasped.
"He said that he loves me..." I said rubbing me sides.
"O MY GOD!" squealed Brooke.
"You can say that again," said Peyton.
Just then Jake called Peyton's name.
"Looks like lover boy needs you," said Brooke.
"Looks like he does," said Peyton. She got up and was about to exit. She retreated back inside the room and hugged me.
"I'm so glad you're okay," she smiled.
"I am so fine that I don't know why I'm even in bed," I stated. I got out of the bed and stretched my body.
She laughed, and then left the room. Then Nathan, Lucas, and Cheyenne tumbled inside the room.
"Haley, we got a call from our coaches, and guess what?" asked a giddy Lucas.
"What?" I played along.
"The NBA has invited us to a conference! They want the 'Scott Brothers'!" Lucas told. I hugged him, then Nathan, who was standing there awkwardly.
"Where is it?" I keenly asked.
"In New York, the Big Apple," replied Lucas.
"So what's it about?" I happily ask.
"We get to meet some NBA pros and they are considering us... And we were thinking that maybe you girls would like to come with us," Lucas said gleefully.
I look over at Nathan. He's looking at his shoes. I go up to him and kiss him passionately, then pull back. Everyone in the room is surprised, including me. Nathan swoons over to me and wraps his hands around me.
"I'm proud of you Nate," I whisper gently into his ear. We pull apart, seeing a confused Cheyenne and a happy Lucas. Just then the phone rings and Nathan gets up to answer it.
"What's wrong Cheyenne?" asked Lucas once he noticed her uneasiness.
"Well, I don't mean to spoil the mood, but... Chloe's in New York... Haley, maybe we can see her some other time?"
I know she's trying to avoid Chloe. She's shaking. O God, she's really hurting. Lucas wraps his arms around her.
"Cheyenne, everything will work out in the end. Don't worry. Don't worry," was all the comfort that Lucas could give her as tears splashed her face.
I lay there dreaming of happiness. Somehow, things had clicked. I felt loved. I hadn't felt that way since Daryl was in my life...
He was a great guy. Daryl helped me to live without Nathan. No, that's not right. He helped me to not fall apart when Nathan wasn't there. When Nathan had gone on his campaign against me, I felt weak. There was just one problem with him. He wasn't Nathan. Sometimes, I wished he was Nathan. He was the perfect guy. It seemed that we were supposed to be together, we were perfect.
However, perfection isn't good. The summer we broke up, I had told him that this won't work. He had accepted it. We became close friends. I still miss him. I wonder what he's been up to nowadays.
My thoughts were broken by the muffled sounds of people talking.
"What'd you do to him?" I heard Cheyenne whisper.
"The whole works. We dumped him in front of the police station and told him not to say a thing," I heard Lucas grumble.
"Where's Peyton and Brooke?" Cheyenne asked.
"They're coming."
I heard the door burst open.
"God, Tim! You go to the police academy and you're still the same dumb sh!tbrick. You haven't changed a bit!" I heard someone yell with frustration. It sounded like Brooke.
"Hey, don't blame me! You were the one who wanted to take a 'shortcut'. And it took us all around the whole damn neighborhood 3 fucking times!" yelled someone. Hmm... that voice sounded so familiar... Was that Tim? Nah... he was in Everett.
"Will both you idiots shut it!?! Haley is here and she can hear you," I heard Nathan whisper frantically.
There was a moment of silence.
"Can I go see her?" asked that familiar voice.
"I haven't seen her either. Neither has Peyton," Brooke said, her voice almost inaudible.
"Yeah..." was all that Peyton said.
The door opened and in came Tim. He sat on the bed. I jumped up and hugged him.
In high school, he was best friends with Nathan. Despite that, we had become friends in 11th grade. He had come to me for tutoring. He was always there for me. We had even gone out for a month.
He enveloped me in a huge bear hug and smiled.
"What are you doing here Tim?" I asked eagerly.
"Well, being in the Everett Police Academy (AN: I don't know if it exists, but there is a Massachusetts town called Everett.) is damn hard work and I wanted to see my buddy."
"Well I'm glad you're here! Now, do you really think I'm stupid?"
"Huh? You lost me Haley."
"I'll repeat my question, what are you doing here?"
"Damn Haley, no need to get all Sherlock on me. Ok, ok... Nathan, Lucas, and Jake called me up and told me... what happened. I used my bad ass police skills and found the dipsh!t at a club. I arrested him and then we beat him to sh!t. Then we left him in front of the station."
Pure silence coiled around us as I sat upright in the bed shocked.
"Timmmmmmm... What were you guys thinking? What if he sues you?"
"He won't. Just trust me babe. He won't."
"Fine, I'll trust you, but don't call me babe."
"O that's right. Perverted comments and sexual innuendo are now Nathan's job."
We grinned at each other.
"It worked out didn't it?" he asked me.
"Yeah..." I shyly said.
"Told you so," he childishly said.
I just laughed. Tim was always the silly kid. There was a knock on the door. I yelled for them to come in. Peyton and Brooke burst in. Tim grimaced. I chuckled at his reaction. God, he never liked Brooke.
"Tim, mind getting your ass out of here? Girl talk," Brooke said. She opened the door and pointed. He looked at her with disgust, and then walked out.
"Brooke, when are you and Tim just gonna let the passion let loose?" I asked Brooke.
"Well, there is no passion. Nothing to let loose," she replied.
"Sure Brooke... You know you guys would look cute together?" I asked with a smirk.
"O they would, wouldn't they?" added Peyton.
"Sorry girls, ain't gonna happen. But I do know something that is happening. What's going on with you and Nathan? Got any yet?" she asked simply.
"O God Brooke, I'm not telling you," I waved off her question.
"C'mon, just tell us. He was acting all manly and protective today. I know you got some action," stated Peyton.
"Fine, there was tongue. That's all I'm going to say about this private and personal matter," I said.
"Oooo... It's now a private and personal matter! Peyton, now I think that things got a lil too heated when we were away," asserted Brooke.
"o shut it, you're not getting any info from me," I laughed.
"Brooke, she ain't gonna spill. Time for Plan B," said Peyton.
They both got up and tickled me. My sides were splitting from laughter.
"Stop, no stop. Fine! I'll tell you," I gasped.
"He said that he loves me..." I said rubbing me sides.
"O MY GOD!" squealed Brooke.
"You can say that again," said Peyton.
Just then Jake called Peyton's name.
"Looks like lover boy needs you," said Brooke.
"Looks like he does," said Peyton. She got up and was about to exit. She retreated back inside the room and hugged me.
"I'm so glad you're okay," she smiled.
"I am so fine that I don't know why I'm even in bed," I stated. I got out of the bed and stretched my body.
She laughed, and then left the room. Then Nathan, Lucas, and Cheyenne tumbled inside the room.
"Haley, we got a call from our coaches, and guess what?" asked a giddy Lucas.
"What?" I played along.
"The NBA has invited us to a conference! They want the 'Scott Brothers'!" Lucas told. I hugged him, then Nathan, who was standing there awkwardly.
"Where is it?" I keenly asked.
"In New York, the Big Apple," replied Lucas.
"So what's it about?" I happily ask.
"We get to meet some NBA pros and they are considering us... And we were thinking that maybe you girls would like to come with us," Lucas said gleefully.
I look over at Nathan. He's looking at his shoes. I go up to him and kiss him passionately, then pull back. Everyone in the room is surprised, including me. Nathan swoons over to me and wraps his hands around me.
"I'm proud of you Nate," I whisper gently into his ear. We pull apart, seeing a confused Cheyenne and a happy Lucas. Just then the phone rings and Nathan gets up to answer it.
"What's wrong Cheyenne?" asked Lucas once he noticed her uneasiness.
"Well, I don't mean to spoil the mood, but... Chloe's in New York... Haley, maybe we can see her some other time?"
I know she's trying to avoid Chloe. She's shaking. O God, she's really hurting. Lucas wraps his arms around her.
"Cheyenne, everything will work out in the end. Don't worry. Don't worry," was all the comfort that Lucas could give her as tears splashed her face.