Beyond Good and Evil
Chapter Seven: Sex as a Weapon
Usually large hazel eyes widened in shock. Her jaw was as close as humanly possible to hitting the floor. Haley James almost wished she had a camera.
As if said camera had gone off, the pretty blonde's entire demeanor changed in the snap of a flash. Her finely structured face wore an exquisite expression, a mixture of shock and horror and embarrassment, but the message flashing clearly from her honey eyes was quite a contrary one.
Fuck you, Peyton.
"Haley… Haley… you're my best friend, you… this can't be real," the blonde cheerleader mumbled, feeling the fight drain from her body as she slumped against the door. Modestly arranging the silk sheet around her body, she softly tip-toed her way across the large bedroom, she carefully avoided abandoned basketball shorts, a miniskirt, a jersey, and a lace bra. Haley wasn't quite sure where the rest of her clothing went, but she'd just have to find that later. Or not at all. It didn't make much difference to her. Her mission was almost completed, and the knowledge got her off.
"Peyton, sweetie, stand up," Haley cooed softly, reaching out a hand to her 'friend'. However, instead of grabbing her hand, the petite girl's talon-like grip seized her upper arm and jerked her upward. Peyton's startled gaze had yet to revert to normal, and Haley smoothed her hair in a comforting motion.
"Peyton honey, I never meant to hurt you," simpered Haley James. The entire room was tense for a moment. It seemed that at that time, no one dared to breathe. Haley's chuckles broke the silence. "Wow, I can't believe I just said that. Of course I meant to hurt you."
This time the silence was baffled and pained, but Haley's hollow laughter continued.
"How could you do that to me? He's my boyfriend!" the curly-haired blonde shrieked, regaining the use of her vocal chords at just the right moment.
"Right, because you didn't just finish fucking my stepbrother," Haley deadpanned, examining her immaculate nails. She relished the feeling that in that moment, something snapped. It was one thing for him to cheat on her, but quite another for her to cheat on him. Oh, God forbid. Haley could almost feel the bile rising in her throat.
"Hold on. You fucked Lucas? You said you were a virgin!" the dark haired boy protested, rising angrily from the bed, clad in only a pair of white boxers. It was quite the delectable sight, but Haley could feel her loathing of him outweigh her lust, and was relieved that this moment had finally come.
"Well, she was a virgin when you started dating, Nate," Haley cooed sympathetically, gliding over to where the handsome boy stood. Tracing the contours of his muscled chest with her perfectly manicured index finger, her delicate hand made its way up to his face. Caressing his cheek, she leaned in and kissed him lightly. Her lips lingering on his as she whispered these words: "Before I tricked her into fucking Lucas."
Shoving the petite girl away, regret flared up in his light blue eyes for only a second. In that instant, he did not see Haley James, the evil, cruel, seductive, manipulative goddess of Oakwood Prep. He saw Hales, his former high school sweetheart. A tutor, a campus tour guide. Then her honey gaze locked with his own, and the look in her eyes reminded him that that girl was far away. That girl wasn't real.
"Why?" he whispered.
"This is what you prefer to me?" Haley hissed venomously, sizing Peyton Sawyer up with only a glance. "This? This knockoff cheerleader, this fake blonde? I don't think so, babe."
"That's not really up for you to decide, Haley," Nathan grounded out, jaw set in an angry line.
"That's where you're wrong, Mr. Lee," she said, dropping the sheet she had been dressing behind. Her hair was rumpled, as where the clothes she had worn the night before, but there was nothing hazy about Haley James. "Everything's up to me. I'm the fucking god of your universe."
"Well, you did a damn good job of preventing this," Nathan spat irritably, glancing back and forth between the two blondes in front of him.
"Prevent this? Why, I set it up!" Haley smiled sweetly.
"Why would you do that?" Peyton and Nathan asked slowly, in unison.
"Because nobody fucks with me," Haley said slowly and coldly, absorbing the tension in the atmosphere and thriving off it. "I'll destroy you, both of you."
The door slammed closed behind the petite blonde. Haley James headed down the Lee Mansion hallway with a self-satisfied grin lighting up her pretty face, but her parting words hung around.
I'll destroy you.
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The James-Scott family townhouse maintained a kind of elegance that few could hope to possess. With its rich colors and even richer occupants, it seemed to resemble more a museum than a home, but that didn't particularly bother anyone inside. Visitors were usually swept away by its beauty, while those who lived there were usually too preoccupied with sweeping their dirty deeds under the rare Oriental rugs to care about decoration.
At the moment, a thin blonde sat upon the chaise lounge, a predatory smile upon her pretty face as she watched the grandfather clock tick away. If she was irritated that he was out so late, it wasn't evident, as she adjusted the straps on her lacy negligee. As the chime of the clock strung three times to evidence the hour, a handsome blonde boy stumbled through the door. Lucas Scott didn't have to bother with sneaking in. There was never a parent home.
"Oh, Lucas! How was your date?" Haley called in a sing-song voice, brushing her long blonde hair out of her eyes. The predatory gleam was still there, the air about her suggesting that she knew much more than she should.
"I had fun," his speech was slightly slurred, but his charming smile was ever the same.
"A little too much fun, it seems," Haley remarked dryly. "Tell me, did Brookie have as much fun?"
"Probably more than I did," Lucas grumbled, eyes darting pointedly to the slight bulge in his pants. Biting her lower lip, Haley attempted not to laugh. Lucas, try as he might, could never bring himself to muster interest in anything but sex when it came to most women. Each time he tried to make a turn around, his 180 had lasted only days. When he announced to her that he "really liked" Brooke, Haley wasn't concerned. Sure, Brooke Davis was her bet and her enemy, but she certainly wasn't going anywhere fast. If she wasn't on dates sweet enough to make even Mary Poppins gag, she was following Haley around, trying to leech off her sage wisdom. It'd be cute if it wasn't so pathetic.
Dropping down beside his stepsister on the couch, Lucas sighed and stretched out, groaning as the kinks in his long limbs relaxed. Ice blue met honey as their eyes locked, and just then he became aware of what she was wearing. In tune as always, her thoughts seemed to follow the same trail, judging by the smile creeping across her face.
"You did well, with Peyton," Haley whispered, shifting until she was on Lucas's lap. Wrapping his strong arms around her, his rough hands tickled her stomach gently.
"You sound surprised."
"She was a virgin. She wasn't supposed to be that easy," Haley laughed, and she could feel Lucas's silent laughter reverberate through his chest. Pressing her ear to his chest, she could faintly make out the sounds of his beating heart, and thought of all the other girls who'd had this opportunity. The difference was that while they could hear it, this heart beat for her alone. The thought was scary and exhilarating and exciting and flattering. It was immensely gratifying for Haley James to be so close to the one person who had always known her, the real her, and would always accept her.
'Go ahead Brooke Davis. Give it your best shot. This one's mine,' the thoughts circled her brain, a haze of anger and sadness and vindication and fury softening as Lucas softly stroked her stomach. It was him, only him, always him, that could calm her down. She knew that when she woke up in the morning, all this would be waiting for her. But it could wait.
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Hey guys. I know this one's shorter than usual, and it's been a while since I updated, but this fic is moving really fast and I just want to space the chapters accordingly. Expect this to be updated more regularly as the challenge deadline is drawing closer and closer. I've sort of been neglecting everything and lurking in the Cruel Intentions section, so this is for JB. If you could follow me all the way over to "The Birds", then you deserve an update!