Ch. 4
"Brooke, I'm home!" she yelled, hearing it echo throughout the empty apartment. Seeing the time while setting down her bag over the armchair, Haley muttered, "Great. She's working right now. Damn, why the hell …"
CLICK!
Haley turned as a pair of feet came pattering in through the door. Widening her eyes, she saw her worst, well her semi-worst, nightmare walking through the door.
"Oh, I didn't think you'd be home," he explained, walking straight into Brooke's room.
"And why the hell wouldn't I be?" she said exasperatedly. Rolling her eyes, she followed him into Brooke's room, standing in the doorway, staring at him accusingly.
Turning around with his running shoes in hand, he cried out, "What? Why are you staring at me like that?" Waving his shoes in the air to emphasize his point, he continued, "I came back for these. Not to BOTHER you. But for these!"
Glaring at him a little bit more, she bit out, "Why the hell are those in Brooke's room anyway? What the f# were you doing in here?!"
Rolling his own eyes, he stated, "If you'd put two and two together, you'd know."
In disbelief, she cried, "You slept with her already?! You f#$er! You forced her into it, huh?! Bastard!" Running at him, she shoved with all her might at his chest, catching him off guard, and making him double over in semi-pain.
Narrowing his eyes at her, he looked up from his kneeled position on the floor. "You b#h! Brooke wanted it too you know! I'm not the only person to blame!"
Haley muttered, "Right." Pulling on his arm, she said, in mock cheerfulness, "Well, it's time to go! Bye bye now!" She shoved his arm toward the door, but when he didn't move any faster, she gripped his arm and pulled harder.
When he tried to pull his arm back, she hissed, "Leave now, mother f#$er, or I'm calling the cops."
Still angry, he shoved her aside and walked out the door, running shoes in hand.
Slamming the door behind him, Haley muttered angrily, "Brooke, what theheck did you get yourself into THIS time?!"
Angrily brushing away the few strands of hair that fell across her face, Haley stomped her way into her room, and put on the music. The smooth jazz filling up the apartment.
Contemplating what she would say to Brooke, or rather what she'd lecture about, Haley leaned back on her pillow. Listening to the music, Haley fell into a deep slumber.