Chapter Seven-Ready to go boyfriend?
Brooke felt hands around her waste as she was lifted down from the bar. She smiled when she saw Nathan's face. "Hey!" she giggled lying in his arms as he carried her across the beach.
"What are you doing?" he asked her angrily. He set her down and she was now standing in front of him.
"What do you mean?" she asked unsure exactly why he was so upset.
"Your were dancing on a bar and kissing Peyton!" he exclaimed. "In front of a million guys!"
Brooke looked at him with question in her eyes. She knew that she was drunk, but it didn't cover the knotting feeling in her stomach. He was really mad at her. She bent down into the sand and got sick. Tears were falling from her eyes when she stood back up and faced Nathan.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his eyes becoming softer now. He held her arm so she didn't fall down.
"I don't feel so good." She said honestly. She started to collapse in his arms but he caught her and picked her back up. He carried her back to his room and set her on his bed. She rolled onto her side and looked up at him. "I'm sorry," she whispered.
Nathan sat down on the bed and held her head in his lap playing with her hair. "It's okay," he whispered back to her. "Are you feeling a little better now?"
Brooke nodded but felt herself fall asleep.
Haley entered her room with a towel over hear head. She was still in her bikini when she walked passed Nathan. "Oh hey, I didn't know you were in here." She said surprised. She bent over in front of him to get dry clothes from the drawers. He noticed the tattoo of his jersey number on her back. He fought back the tears forming in his eyes and nodded at her.
"It Peyton okay?" he asked.
"Yeah, she's fine, why?" she said concerned looking down at Brooke lying on the bed.
"Brooke was just really sick when I brought her up here. I wanted to make sure they didn't have alcohol poisoning or something." He told her.
"No, Peyton's pretty drunk, but she's not sick." Nathan nodded. "We're all going to go down and get dinner, are you going to come?"
Nathan looked at Brooke and shook his head. "I don't think I should leave her here alone in case she gets sick again."
Now Haley had the urge to cry. Watching her husband take care of another girl was horrifying. The fact that it was Brooke Davis made it even worse. Brooke hated her. "Okay." She said sadly. "Well, if she wakes up, I'm sure everyone would like you both to join us."
Nathan shook Brooke slightly after Haley left. "Brooke?" he whispered. "Everyone is going to dinner; do you want to get some food? Sober yourself up a little bit?" he asked her.
Brook groggily stood up from the bed and smiled. She looked horrible and she knew it but she didn't care. "I want a quesadilla!"
Nathan couldn't help but laugh. She was still drunk, that was obvious. "I don't think a quesadilla is the best idea." He smiled.
"Fine." She muttered. "Are you still mad at me?" she asked.
Nathan shook his head. "No,"
"I thought you would want to see me kiss Peyton anyway," she giggled.
"Oh, I do, but not in front of a hundred other guys too."
"I guess that makes sense." She sighed. "Ready to go boyfriend?" she locked her arms around him.
Nathan just smiled and followed with her. She had called him boyfriend. He wasn't used to that. Yes they had been spending a lot of time together but he hadn't really considered calling her his girlfriend yet. The thought of it scared the hell out of him. He looked down at her with her head against his shoulder. If they walked downstairs like that everyone would know about them. Although, maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all. She looked so perfect on his arm. He just couldn't help think of Haley.