Okay, awesome job with reviewing, however I want more. Now I will indeed include the other characters, such as Brooke and Lucas, but I couldn't really feel them in this chapter. They will be in shortly, I swear. Um, I really liked this chapter, it was awesome to right. I actually think I made Taylor smart in this chapter, wow, who knew. I think I also made Chris a tad lazy and evil if you must. Just read, and review, you'll love it.
Chapter 14- The Headlines
Haley sat and watched the game and by halftime she had worried herself sick. She snuck out of the gym and found Nathan.
"Nathan, what about Nate? I don't want all the paparazzi after him, his pictures everywhere and whatnot. I'll tell my sisters and Chris to leave with him and I'll leave with you. Nobody will suspect of know a thing," she sounded worried.
"Okay, that sound fine to me, you go talk it out with your squabbling sisters."
She kissed him, "Okay, see you after the game." Again flashes went off out of nowhere and Haley headed back to the game.
"Tay, Viv, Quinn, I want you all to take Nate back to the apartment with Chris so this paparazzi doesn't know about him. Here's my key, but I swear if any of you produce a spare key I will have the locks changed."
"Yea, sure, we will," Vivian reassured her, after all, she was a mother too.
"Viv, I don't want to," Taylor complained as Vivian elbowed her. Quinn gave them the evil eye, she was in the middle of them, age wise and seating wise. Haley turned back to the game before the paparazzi noticed and wanted in.
The Knicks won the game, but just barely. It was horrible, the coach didn't seem to happy Haley saw as she waited for Nathan at the end of the game.
"Hey baby, this whole night has been bizarre," Haley said as Nathan walked over to her.
"You're telling me, let's just get out of here," he said as he took her hand and kissed her, why bother hiding it now, the world already knew.
"Can we watch a movie? I haven't seen a movie without cartoons in ages."
Nathan smiled, "Sure, whatever you want."
"And popcorn, you can't watch a movie without popcorn."
"Sure, popcorn it is."
They walked over to his car and his driver took him to his house. That place was a castle in Haley's eyes. It was huge and beautiful. Haley looked around in amazement. Nathan smiled seeing her happy with the place.
"I only stay here during the season," Nathan assured her.
"Where do you stay the rest of the time?"
"Our, uh, my apartment in Tree Hill."
"You still own that?"
"Yea, kinda surreal, but it's home."
They spent the rest of the night together, laughing, having fun, watching movies, and other things (wow they haven't done that in five years). At Haley's apartment they were up all night having a whipped cream twister party.
"Right foot red," Chris called from the couch, watching TV, as the rest of them played twister, every so often calling something random out, not even looking at the spinner. Nate was the best at the game. He was skinny, but had long limbs and was flexible, key points for winning twister. Quinn just fell and knocked down Vivian, who had to crush Taylor, which left Nate the winner again.
"Can we stop now," Taylor whined, having fell one too many times.
"Let's play monopoly!" Nate yelled, "First to $5,000 wins!"
"$5,00?" Quinn asked, confused.
"Yup, $5,000." Nate assured her and she still looked confused, as did Vivian.
"Dudes, you've never played with that little monster, he will buy you out of house and home and then build, build, build, so you pay, pay, pay, and you lose, lose, lose. There is only one person on the face of this earth who I know can beat him," Taylor explained.
"Who?" They both asked, curious.
"His mother, our sister, the one and only, Haley James. She knows everything he plans to do, doesn't sell anything to him, or trade him anything, unless it's a better deal for her and only she knows how to manipulate this stuff, I swear, we're all going to loose within a half hour at most," Taylor explained.
"Are you serious?" Quinn enquired.
"Dead."
The Next morning Nathan and Haley got up pretty late for work and rushed out of there quickly. As did everyone at the apartment, sprawled out on monopoly, Nate about to win. They all left in panic, Nathan and Haley, and Quinn, Taylor, Vivian, Nate, and Chris.
"Scott, what the hell were you thinking? No, don't tell me, I don't want to know. Just tell me you won't do something that stupid again," his coach yelled at him.
"Do what coach," Nathan knew that would get on his nerves.
"Kissing the opening singer at the game, idiot," the coach slammed down a bunch of junk papers and magazines, newspapers. Headlines, all dedicated to his kissing the singer.
"James, what was that," he agent was yelling at her as he looked up from the magazines and papers. "That could have destroyed your very short career." Haley looked down. She was missing work for this.
"I don't know, I didn't plan it. I came to sing and watch the game with my son, not get kissed by America's number one bachelor."
"Well, apparently he isn't a bachelor anymore."
"I guess not."
"James, get your act together, you spring new stuff on us all during the game, what do you think would have happened if the crowd didn't like it. You're lucky. Now you have to hurry up with a new single to put out with that song on it, demoting the sales on your current album. Great, just, great, ruining your career before it begins."
"Scott, are you listening to me?" Nathan's coach yelled at him. "Was this a game, a dare, a joke, I'd like to know what the hell that stunt was. We got attendance rates up. Girls come, single, hott basketball player and their favorite singer. If your taken, they will slowly stop coming. You will then make less money, I will make less money. You need to stay single, and stop kissing random girls."
"She's not random. So what if I make less money, I'll be happier."
"I can guarantee to you that you will not be happier because I will not be happy and when I'm not happy, you're not happy, you're miserable. You will be miserable, my pleasure will come from your pain."
"Right, gotcha, now, if you don't mind, I kinda have a date later."
"Did you not just get the point of this conversation?"
"Yea, I did, I just don't care, your team is nothing without me," he smirked, he knew he was right.
"You leave and go out with that slut, don't come back."
"Haley is not a slut, she's smart, and beautiful, and she doesn't do that."
"Hey, you just might not be good enough for her."
Nathan was pissed. "Dude, you did not just say that."
"I think I did, Scott, which is your choice, the game and team, or her."
"I'm not ruining my career, singing is not my career, it is my talent and I can sing with or without you. My career is teaching. I intend to keep it that way."
"Right, well why don't you look at some headlines, or pictures, or some articles, I've got time," he agent said opening a magazine with a big picture of them. "Which is more important James, him or your fans, your music, your talent, your life?"
"What?"
"Who is more important, your music or him?"
"I choose…"
I know, you're like, ahhhhhhh, another stupid clifhanger. Yes, one of my favorite things to do is keep you on your toes. You have to wait to see what each one chooses, thier talent or each other. I know, I'm evil, and if you could you'd probably want to hurt me right now, so I will take comfort in the safety of my computer. Anyways, review, review, review, and tell me what you think will happen. I will not count them up on who goes what way, but, however, it probably will influence my decision. Keep in mind.