Situations , Chapter 5
Jake had been wondering for a while. Peyton had had the chance to be left alone and call the police, yet she hadn't done it.
The question was, why?
"This is weird." He told her, as they walked around the house.
"Tell me about it. Usually you would have me like, pinned up against the wall, and making me give you all the information of where everything was."
"Really? That's how they do it?"
"You did like no research on this, did you?"
"Nope. Nathan did it all."
"Nathan?"
"Yeah. The one giving commands. Tall, dark hair.." He trailed off, looking at her expectantly.
"Oh. Him. Kind of rude."
"Yeah. I guess he doesn't know how to handle the situation."
"There is no way that Keane is your favorite band, too." Brooke looked at Lucas in amusement. They'd been eating the sandwiches he'd made for the two, discussing favorites.
"Yep. My favorite song is 'This Is The Last Time'."
"Mine too! Wow, I never knew I could have so much in common with a…." She was looking for words.
"Robber." He laughed bitterly.
Brooke looked down at her hands. "Yeah."
"I don't want to do this. It's just that , we were-"
"I don't need to know."
"Okay."
"So, your favorite TV show wouldn't happen to be Weird Science, would it?"
"Um, yeah."
"I think we've got enough." Nathan looked up at Haley, who was sitting beside the bed, on the floor, her head on her knees.
"Are you okay?"
"Who knew getting robbed would be so boring."
"Shouldn't you be scared?"
"Do I look scared?" And she didn't look scared. At all.
"No. Do you want me to scare you?"
"Yeah, because everyone likes to be scared. Go shoot that Tim guy. He's an ass, and that would be fun to watch."
"You don't even know him."
"I know enough."
"Your kinda stereotypical, you know."
"Excuse me?" She was looking at him now.
"Well, you think that all of us are the same. Bastards who enjoy this."
"I can't believe you just said that." She burst out laughing.
"What's wrong with you?"
"You just told me I was being stereotypical on robbers." She was covering her mouth, shaking, because she was laughing so hard.
"Fine, be a Bitch. Like I care. I'll be out of here soon enough, away from your crazy ass."
"Thank God."
"Yeah."
"Why don't you just leave now, then?"
"Maybe I will."
"Good, then go."
"Doctors call this sexual tension."
"What, leaving?"
"No, this thing between you and me."
"There's no thing. Weren't you leaving?"
"Yep." "Stop looking at me. And you think I'm crazy."
"And bitchy."
"Go to hell."
"Do I look like I can't hurt you?"
"Like you would."
"Maybe I will."
"You said this about leaving too. They're simply empty threats."
"Stop trying to act smart."
"Get out."
"You're kinda cocky for someone getting robbed by people with guns."
"Is that a threat?"
"No, it's a promise."
"Whatever, asshole."
"Bitch."
And then he was on top of her, kissing her lips. And she was letting him. She put her hands behind his head, letting the kiss deepen. Their arms became entangled, and the kiss deepened even more.
"What the hell are you doing?" But the voice wasn't mad.
More like really really amused.
