Author's Note: Hey all. Thanks so much for the replies. I'm glad that you are all hating Nathan right now, that was the plan. Anyways, you'll probably hate him even more in this chapter, but please read it anyway. Enjoy.

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"See, Hales? It wasn't that bad."

After Nathan came back and made up with Haley, the rest of the night had been boring. Well, not boring because they were all dancing and stuff, but there were no other dramatics. Nathan and Haley spent the rest of the night all over each other, Brooke and Lucas kept disappearing, Peyton and Jake stayed at the table talking about anything but what was bothering Peyton and Tim had actually ended leaving with the girl he went to talk to around eleven. They only agreed to staying until midnight, the boys had a basketball thing tomorrow and the girls had a day of shopping planned out.

"You're right," Haley agreed, bowing down in front of Brooke in a form of apology. Brooke smiled at her realizing that Haley was drunk. She loved drunk Haley, she was so much fun. "I bow down before the almighty Brooke Davis, Queen of the Clubs."

"Why, thank you." Brooke laughed as Haley stumbled a bit when she tried to straighten up. Nathan steadied her and they continued to walk out of the club. The fresh air was good for everybody.

"So, I guess we'll see you guys tomorrow," Nathan said, starting to pull Haley towards his car. Peyton left Jake's side and walked up to Brooke and linked her arm through her's, pulling her away from Luke.

"Ask Haley to sleepover," Peyton instructed, watching as Nathan and Haley said goodbye to Luke and Jake. Brooke looked at her strangely.

"Why?"

"Just do it," Peyton ordered. Nathan was currently prying Haley out of Jake's arms; she was always so clingy when she was drunk.

"But I kinda wanted Luke to come over..."

"Ask!"

"Hales!" Brooke called out. At the sound of her name, Haley immediately dropped out of Jake's arms and came barreling towards Brooke, arms spread wide. "Whoa, hey sweetie." Haley crashed right into Brooke, causing them to both tumble to the ground.

"Brookie!" Haley cheered, not making any movements to get off Brooke. She reached own and poked her on the nose. "I love Brookie!"

"I love you, too, Hales," Brooke replied unsure. She laughed at the goofy grin that was on Haley's face. "How about you stay over at Brookie's house tonight? You wanna do that?" Haley's face lit up and she nodded her head frantically.

"Yeah," she answered. Whenever Haley was drunk, Brooke always seemed to be her favourite person in the entire world, but nobody knew why. "Always fun at Brookie's." Haley was already starting to sound tired.

"You wanna maybe get her off me?" she asked Peyton, who was just standing there looking down on them. For the first time that night, Peyton had a smile on her face as she watched Haley snuggle up to Brooke.

"Come on, Haley." Peyton reached down and put her arm around Haley's waist, pulling her up into a standing position. Haley started to slump forward, but Peyton caught her before she could hit the ground. "How much did she have?"

"What am I, the alcohol police?" Brooke mumbled, pushing herself off the ground. She put an arm around Haley's waist, draped Haley's around over her shoulder and they brought Haley back over to the guys. "Oh, no, don't worry, we got it."

"Was it wrong that I was totally aroused by that?" Luke asked, indicating to where Haley had been on top of Brooke moments before. Nathan laughed and moved to take Haley off their hands, but stopped in his tracks at the death stare he received from Peyton.

"We got her," she hissed at him. He looked at her confused, thrown by the anger directed at him. "She's staying over at Brooke's tonight."

"Yay, Brookie," Haley mumbled, half asleep. She moved more weight towards Brooke's side. "Always fun at Brookie's." This was clearly news to both Luke and Nathan.

"But I thought I was coming over so we could..."

"Change of plans, Broody," Brooke told him, smiling sadly at him. "Besides, I love drunk Haley and we all know that the really is mutual." Haley giggled even though she didn't understand a word Brooke was saying.

"Okay," Luke nodded, walking over and relieving Peyton of her duties. "I'll drive you guys to your house." Haley smiled when she saw Luke beside her. She leaned over and laid her head on his shoulder.

"It's my Lukie Bear."

"No," Brooke warned. "That's my Lukie Bear, so keep your drunk hands off him." Haley nodded, but didn't move her head. Brooke rolled her eyes and looked at Peyton. "Aren't you coming?"

"Nope," she answered. "I have something else I have to do."

"But you just made me...."

"Bye, guys!" Brooke glared at her, before turning around and walking to the car with Luke, Haley still stumbling with them. They got in the car, Luke in the driver's seat and Brooke looking after Haley in the backseat. With one last wave from Luke and a glare from Brooke, they were gone, leaving Jake, Nathan and Peyton alone.

"What was that about?" Jake asked, turning to face his girlfriend. Peyton just shrugged, acting like she had not idea what just happened. Nathan cleared his throat, getting uncomfortable just standing there.

"Well, since my girlfriend was just kidnapped, I'm gonna go," he told them. "I'll see you guys tomorrow." He started to walk to his car.

"Wait," Peyton called out, trying not to sound angry. "I'm coming with you."

"Uh," Nathan looked at her in surprise. "No you're not." He watched as Peyton leaned in and whispered something in Jake's ear. He nodded and kissed her quickly on the lips before waving to Nate and going in the opposite direction to his car. Peyton walked past him and stood beside the passenger side of his car.

"Don't just stand there," she snapped. "Let's go." He rolled his eyes and opened his door, unlocking the rest of them so Peyton could get in.

"Why exactly are you coming with me?"

"Haley said she left something at your place," Peyton answered. "I'll just go in, grab it and leave. It'll be like I was never there."

"Whatever," he muttered, starting the car and driving in the direction of his apartment.

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The car ride over had been made in complete silence. Nathan didn't have an desire to converse with her and she wasn't sure if she would be able to stop herself from screaming at him. Peyton followed behind Nathan as he made his way to his apartment. He unlocked the door and went in, leaving it open for her to follow.

"I don't know what you're looking for," he began, starting to unbutton his blue shirt and walking towards the kitchen to get a drink. "But all her stuff is in the living..." He stopped when he heard his door slam shut. He put down the orange juice cartoon and walked back into the main room. "Um, what's going on?"

"Do not even start with me," she snapped. He recognized the look on her face immediately; he had seen it plenty of times when they were going out. He flinched when he saw just how angry she was; she was never this bad before.

"What the hell is your problem?" he asked, moving to sit on the couch. Peyton took a step forward.

"If I were you," she hissed. "I'd stay at least ten feet away from me right now."

"Yeah, okay." He rolled his eyes, not taking her seriously. He didn't know what she was going on about, but he stayed in his spot. Peyton continued to stare him down. "So, what is this about again?"

"I know what you did tonight," was the only thing she was able to get out. She knew that if she said anymore she might scream and she didn't want the neighbors to complain. A flash of panic came to Nathan's eyes, but it disappeared just as quickly as it came.

"And what would that be?" Deciding to play it cool, he flopped down on the couch and flipped on the television. He was watching her out of the corner of his eye, not wanting to get hit in the back of the head with something heavy.

"You slept with that girl," she spat at him. She moved to stand in front of Nathan, blocking his view of the screen. "No, slept with is too nice for what you must have done with that skank. You fucked her."

"You have no idea what you're talking about," he answered, moving a little to the left in an attempt to see the screen. "Would you mind, I'm trying to watch the game."

"How could you do that to her?"

"Do what?"

"Do not play dumb with me, Nathan," Peyton ordered. "I saw you two come back in the club tonight. You were buttoning up your jeans and she tried to kiss you."

"That proves nothing..."

"How could you do that to Haley?" Peyton repeated her question. "You love her, I know you do." Nathan rolled his eyes and turned off of TV, sensing that he wasn't going to be able to see any of the game he was trying to watch.

"And how would you know that?"

"I know you better than anyone, Nathan," Peyton explained. "I see the way you look at her, you never looked at me that way. I see you smile whenever she walks into the room. I know you, and I know you love her. The only thing I don't know is how you could hurt her like that."

"Hey," he said, holding up his hands. "What Haley doesn't know, can't hurt her." A look of understand came to Peyton's face.

"This isn't the first time this has happened, is it?" she asked, her voice not holding the venom it did before. She was in too much shock to sound pissed. "Every time you guys get in a fight you go off and an hour later you're back, in a better mood than before."

"I don't know what you're talk..."

"That's where you go," she stated. "You go find some whore, screw her and then come back like nothing happened."

"Look, it's just sex," Nathan told her, standing up. "It doesn't mean anything to me."

"How can you say that?" Peyton demands, the anger returning to her voice. "You know how special sex is to Haley. She's the only smart one left in the group. She's waiting until she gets married so when you two finally do it, it will be special and not tainted."

"Believe me, I've heard this all from her already." Nathan walked over to his stereo and sorted through his CD collection. "You know how I am I if don't get any, I'm a complete asshole. I don't want to do anything I'll regret. I don't want to lose her."

"That's your excuse?" Peyton asked, not believing he was saying this. "You sleep with other women because you love Haley so much?"

"Yeah, that sounds about right." He found the CD he was looking for and put it in and pressed play. Peyton flinched when she heard the beat. God, she hated rap music.

"So, this is all in an effort not to hurt Haley?" He nodded and sat back down on the couch.

"Yeah," he said. "And if you don't want to hurt her, than I suggest you don't tell her about this little conversation." Peyton narrowed her eyes at him and got in his face, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt.

"Either you tell her," Peyton began. "Or I will." She let him go and stalked out of the apartment, slamming the door again on her way out. Nathan shook his head, knowing that Peyton wasn't going to say anything. Peyton loved Haley too much to hurt her like that. And so did he.

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All done for now. I hope you are not too mad at me. Please, please, please tell me what you think. Review if you think I should continue.