Here's an update for you all. I'm not really sur eif I like it or not. Let me know what you think.
Brooke looked at Haley suspiciously. "So explain to me why Chris is back again?" Haley rolled her eyes. "Believe me, I wish I knew. He just said he was back to help me with my music." Haley glanced at her friend. "Cause I haven't been writing a lot," she explained. "Yeah, I've noticed." Brooke said dryly. "Anyway, cheering doesn't cut into your music time, does it?" Haley shook her head. "Nope. I actually want to do this. I need another extracurricular on my resume, and I get to see Nathan topless and sweaty." Brooke grinned at her roomate. "That's my girl!"
Nathan bounced the ball impatiently as he waited for the rest of his team to trickle in from the locker room. He looked around the gym tiredly. He then watched in surprise as Haley and Brooke walked into the huge room, both carrying pom-poms. Nathan knew, obviously, that Brooke was a cheerleader. The captain, even. But Haley? She hated cheerleading. He knew; she had told him. But, no, there she was, watching with the rest of the squad as Brooke demonstrated some fancy arm movements. Tim came up behind him, tapping his shoulder. "So Haley's a cheerleader, huh? I can live with that," he grinned perversely. Nathan glared at him, punching him on the arm hard before calling the team together for lay-ups.
Brooke went over to the CD player and pressed a button. "Everytime We Touch" by Cascada blasted into the gym. Haley rolled her eyes and she got into position. "Okay, one, two, three!" The 10 girls broke into movement. A figure appeared, leaning against the double-doors. "Haley, I know you have feelings for me, but really." The girls whirled around, coming face to face with Chris, a smirk crossing his face. Haley quickly ran up to him. "What are you doing here?" She asked angrily. "Sorry, am I bothering you with your little squad here?" His smirk grew wider. "Afraid I'll embarrass you in front of your husband?" Haley grabbed his arm and tried to push him out the door. "Hey, Rachel." His waved to the pretty girl standing behind Haley. "Oh my God, you are such a tool." She cried, and succeeded in pushing him into the hallway, quickly following him and shutting the door.
Nathan witnessed this whole interaction, his mouth hanging open. "Take five!" He called over his shoulder as he walked to the door. Lucas raised his eyebrows as the ball fell through the basket. The jealousy was mounting, he could feel it. "While that's what you get," Lucas said to himself, "for shoving your wife at the guy who destroyed your marriage." He shook his head in disgust before shooting the ball and watching it bounce of the rim.