Chapter 2

It's weird how you think you know what your doing, your absolutely convinced that you know what your doing, what you'll do, how you'll do it...and then... It's like life has different idea for you. That it just laughs in your face and throws you the curve ball that you never expected. It only proves that you can't plan what's going to happen next. But, what did she ever do? Haley wondered with frustration. What could she have possibly done to have deserved this? She was the good girl, the happy, innocent cheerleader.

I know, I know, virginal cheerleader is like some sort-of oxymoron or something, but not to Haley, she didn't want to be like the other girls. She wanted do what she believed in, she wanted to stand up and not be forced into something that she wasn't ready for.

Too bad for her that Nathan didn't care what she was ready for. Haley threw her pillow off of her bed and it hit the wall. She groaned in frustration, it wasn't Nathan's fault, they were her goddamn hormones too.

Whatever happened to control Haley? She asked herself again and again.Before last night you seemed to have a lot more of it.

After her 4 hours of standing in the mirror staring at her 'oh so vain' self...not, she stripped down and took a hot shower. She climbed into bed and closed her eyes. She tried not to think, tried to not to picture his face in her mind, his chest, his eyes.

Why was it that on those night when you just want to stop thinking, you want to let it go and have some peace and you know your completely exhausted and couldn't get out of bed to save the life of you...You never could fall asleep? But then on those nights when you just want to stay up later, you wanna reminisce about your day and go over the highlights...You always drift into a dream and miss the best parts?

Egh, she could still smell him on her. Haley threw off the covers and walked back into the bathroom. She splashed cold water on her face and looked at her reflection once more.

No one would even be able to tell, She concluded and dried her face off. She looked like she had before, perfect complexion, big brown eyes, perfectly shaped eyebrows. To anyone she would look the same. But, still, she would know. She would always know. And if she thought that she could get away with hiding it, then she was wrong, because Nathan was also in on her little secret and she bet he couldn't wait to brag to the guys.

He took Haley James's Virginity and he wasn't going to give it back.

So she crawled back in bed and willed herself to fall into a reckless sleep.

Haley woke up disoriented and groaned. It's Sunday Haley, go back to sleep.

Sunday.

Haley sprung up and ran out of her room. Maybe she had imagined it all, maybe it was some sort of sick joke that ended up just being a nightmare. She opened the front door and picked up the paper that sat on the doorstep.

Sunday, October 25th.

Damnit.

Haley threw the paper back out onto the front lawn and slammed the door. Okay, so Saturday really did happen.

She sat down at the kitchen table put her head in her hands. Okay, Haley, I give up. It happened, get the fuck over it.

She nearly swore at herself, it couldn't have been normal to have heated arguments with yourself in your head could it? Oh, why the hell not?

Her phone rang and she jumped in surprise. She stared at the echoing phone that hung on the wall and groaned. Whoever it was, she was sure that she didn't want to talk to them.

"Hello?" She answered.

"You sound like shit, rough night?" The voice on the other end laughed and Haley narrowed her eyes although no one could see her.

"What, Brooke?" She hissed and Brooke laughed.

"Grumpy Haley's mean," Brooke told her and she rolled her eyes.

"It's Sunday morning. Crackhead Brooke should be sleeping, just like grumpy Haley," Haley said sweetly.

"Well, crackhead Brooke is awake and she's going shopping." Brooke paused and waited for Haley to say something. "Don't you wanna come?" Brooke asked at last and Haley sighed.

"No."

Brooke gasped. "I know Grumpy Haley isn't happy but...seriously Haley, are you sick? Should I come over there? Your not alone over there are you?"

"No, I'm not sick. No, you shouldn't come over and yes, I'm alone over here. I just don't feel like going shopping."

"You don't feel like it?" Brooke asked, her voice shaky. "Is this some kind of sick joke Haley, you know that I don't like when you play with my head."

"Brooke, calm your hormones, I just want to relax okay?"

"Why? Long night?" Brooke joked. "What did you do yesterday anyways?" She asked changing subjects. "Did you go over Nathan's? Did Peyton go, because she told me that she couldn't hang out with me because she had a strip, if she lied then--"

"No, Brooke." Haley cut her off. "Peyton didn't go, she did have a strip to do."

"Oh," Brooke was quiet for a minute. "It was just you and Nathan?"

Yes, Haley thought, just me, Nathan and our overly active sex drives.

"Yeah, we thought Tim might show but, I guess his grandmother is in town or something."

"Haley, that means that Tim was out getting some ass," Brooke told her smartly and Haley frown.

"What?"

"Yeah, that's Nathan and Tim's code phase."

"They have a code phase?"

"Yeah, they're like wingmans or something."

"Wingmans?" Haley asked and laughed. "Whatever, I'll never understand those two."

"So, what did 'just Haley and Nathan' do all by themselves?"

"Oh, um, you know, swam..." Haley hated lying to one of her best friends, but what else was she suppose to say?

"I bet you guys fought a lot," Brooke said outloud and Haley raised an eyebrow over the phone. If that's what she'd call it.

"I guess..."

"You two never got along, your to pure for him Haley," Brooke joked but Haley choked on her own spit. She coughed loudly a few times but then regained her sanity.

"Uh, are you sure your all right, your not coming down with anything are you?"

"No, Brooke."

"Okay, so, on to more important things...you really don't want to go shopping?"

"No, I really don't"

She heard Brooke's exaggerated sigh over the phone and smiled.

"Okay, see you tomorrow then."

"Yeah, tomorrow," Haley agreed and was about to hang up.

"Don't you get sick on me little girl!" Brooke scowled and Haley warmed inside, someone cared.

"I won't, bye Brooke." She put the phone back and climbed onto the couch in the living room. Snuggling underneath a blanket, Haley fell asleep.