Again, I am so so so sorry it took so long. I had a huge ass paper due yesterday and most of my time was devoted to that for the past week. Anyways, this chapter is really long, it's the least I could do for making you wait. The good news is, spring break is here and school is almost over, so that means I'll have more frequent updates. And thank you guys for reading and reviewing.
"Well, how nice of you two to finally show up," Claire bitched as she spotted Brooke and Peyton walking into the gym, pompoms in hand.
Brooke looked at Claire in confusion. "What are you talking about?" She looked at Peyton, who shrugged and looked back at Claire.
"You know what I'm talking about. Practice yesterday? Would have been nice if you two showed up." Claire sneered. A few cheerleaders behind her nodded their heads in disapproval.
"Claire, there's no practice on weekends."
"There was yesterday. It was a CAPTAINS practice. You would think the CAPTAIN would show up."
Brooke shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Not that its any of your business," She snapped, "but my parent's anniversary mass was yesterday. I wouldn't have been able to make it anyways."
Theresa appeared from behind Claire and crossed her arms. "I went to the mass and I still made it to practice." Claire smirked and Peyton looked shocked. Theresa was not one to speak up like that. She practically worshipped Brooke.
"Whoa, first of all, you better back up before I kick your tanorexic little ass," Brooke fumed, "second of all, I had other things to do yesterday with my sister, third of all, who the hell do you think you are to say that to me?"
"Excuses, excuses," Theresa mumbled under her breath. Peyton grabbed on to Brooke's arm incase she made any sudden moves.
"Whatever," Brooke mumbled, "let's just start." Peyton glared at Theresa as she followed Brooke over to the bleachers. Claire snickered and the rest of the girls followed her to the other side of the gym.
"Nathan," Haley groaned, desperately trying to teach Nathan about FOIL. "For the last time, it's first, outside, inside, last. It's not rocket science!" She really didn't care if she was being bitchy, the last thing she wanted to do was tutor Nathan Scott.
Nathan threw his hands up in frustration. "You're supposed to be encouraging me, Little Brooke, not making me feel stupid."
Haley pulled her hair and bit her lip in her own frustration. "For the last time my name is Haley. And I know you get this stuff, I've seen you do the problems."
"Whatever you say Little Brooke, whatever you say." Nathan said, leaning back in his chair, grinning. Haley groaned and threw the pencil down on the table. She grabbed her backpack and started for the door. "Where do you think you're going? We're not done until 4:15."
"Well I say we're done now. Find yourself another tutor." Haley spat. She was almost at the door when Principal Turner stopped her.
"Is there a problem here? I heard you two yelling from down the hall."
Haley glared at Nathan, who simply shrugged. "Uh, no sir. I was just leaving."
"She yelled at me because I got the problem wrong." Nathan said in sad tone. Haley's mouth fell open at his lie. Principal Turner turned around and shook his head at her.
"Is that true Haley? If it is, I'm very disappointed to hear that."
"Can I talk to you outside please?" Haley asked, stepping out of the room and shutting the door. "Look, Principal Turner, I can't tutor him. It's just impossible. He's an arrogant, mean person and I just can't be around someone like him."
Principal Turner sighed and scratched his head. "Well, Haley, he needs to pull up his math grade in order to play basketball. Now, I know you don't like him, but give him a chance, I think you'll grow to like him."
"But-"
"Give him a chance, Haley," He repeated more firmly. Haley sighed and nodded. There wasn't much more she could do. Turner loved and worshiped the ground Nathan Scott walked on. She watched as he made his way down the hall, picking up a stray piece of trash on the floor.
"Looks like I'm here to stay," Nathan said evilly from behind Haley. She shuddered and pushed him back into the room. "You know, we could skip the tutoring session and go straight to the bed."
Haley rolled her eyes in disgust. "I'm not sleeping with you."
Nathan shook his head and looked at her. "Little Brooke, when are you going to stop denying your feelings for me? I mean come on, we're two attractive young people alone in an empty classroom. Don't make me use sex as a weapon."
"Look, Nathan, you need to get it out of your mind that I'm going to sleep with you. I would rather die then give you my virginity. You're nothing but an arrogant, son of a bitch who only passes class because he's the star basketball player."
Nathan began to breathe heavier. He knew he only passed his classes because he could help the ravens win the championship title, but this was the first time someone had ever said that to him. He worked hard sometimes to prove that he was more then just a dumb jock, but somehow it always ended up going back to that. He listened as she went on about him.
"And who do you think you are? Strolling in here expecting me to drop everything just because you need to be tutored. Why me? I mean why all of a sudden are you talking to me? I've known you for at least 10 years and you've always ignored me before. Why now? I know how you used to make be embarrassed by me. If you're so embarrassed then why are you here with me? Are you like, being paid to be seen with me?"
Nathan quickly shook his head and laughed nervously. "No. Why would someone pay me to hang out with you?"
"I'm not that stupid, Nathan. I've seen She's All that. You come here to see if you can sweep me off my feet while someone pays you money. Then I find out and you confess it wasn't for the money and that you really truly love me. You're going to have to come up with something better then that." Haley said, crossing her arms.
"Well what do you want me to say?" Nathan asked in confusion. He was probably the worst liar in the world, but somehow that wasn't stopping him.
"Why don't you tell her the truth?" Christian's voice came from behind them, "Go ahead Nathan, let's see you talk your way out of this one." Nathan glared and watched as Christian came and sat down next to Haley.
"Excuse me, but this is a private tutoring session," Nathan spat, clenching and unclenching his fists.
"I'm sure Haley doesn't mind me being here, do you Haley?" Christian asked in a firm tone. Haley had never seen this side of him; he was acting just like Nathan; cocky and arrogant.
Haley shifted in her seat and shook her head. Christian smiled in triumph and watched as Nathan sent him another glare.
"Well, we're waiting," Christian said, breaking the silence that filled the room. Haley looked at Nathan, who was currently staring out the window, desperately trying to think of something to say.
"Nathan?" She whispered, walking over to him. "Nathan, just tell me the truth."
Nathan gently punched the wall and cursed. "Fine it's true. Are you happy? Claire paid me to keep you away from her asshole of a brother." Christian got up from his chair and walked over to Nathan, staring him down.
Haley bit her lip, trying to stop the tears from spilling down her cheek. She felt silly, she knew there was a catch as to why Nathan was all of a sudden paying attention to her, but something about the situation made her feel bad about herself. Did people really need to be paid to be around her? But she wasn't going to let this asshole bring her down. He wasn't worth crying over.
"Did she pay you to almost rape me too?" Haley shuddered when she saw the smirk appear on Nathan's face.
"No. I threw that one in for free."
Seconds later, Christian's fist connected with his face, knocking him over and onto the floor. Nathan jumped back up in an instant and pushed him into the wall.
"Who the fuck do you think you are?" Nathan yelled as Christian tried to wriggle out of his grip. Haley stood frozen in the corner, these guys were well over 6 feet and there was no way she could possibly stop them from tearing each other apart.
"Who the fuck do you think you are, huh?" Nathan said again, digging his fingernails deeper into Christian's broad shoulders. "Answer the fucking question! At least I didn't punch the girl in the face!"
Christian finally found his strength and pushed Nathan off of him. "That's fucking bullshit, I wouldn't lay a hand on her."
Nathan laughed as if it was the funniest thing he's ever heard. "That's not what Claire said."
"Yeah well Claire's a fucking liar. Why don't you get your facts straight." Christian bitched. His breathing was heavier then usual and Haley was staring to get scared.
"Guys, seriously, stop. It doesn't matter who hit me, okay?" Haley said, trying to reason with the out of control teenagers.
"Wow, you've got her brain washed too, huh? I know what you've done, Christian. You can't hide it anymore. Claire told me all about your violent past. Let's see you've been locked up 3 times in the past 4 years? Every time someone would reject you, you would go and kick their ass. Pretty sad if you ask me." Nathan took one last swing at Christian before storming out, Haley right behind him.
"You're an asshole, you know that Nathan?" She said, turning Nathan around so he could see her face.
Nathan shrugged. "I don't care what you think, Little Brooke. Hate me all you want, it won't phase me. But you know what I don't get? How the smartest girl in school can fall for the biggest asshole on the planet. Even I wouldn't go as far as hitting a girl."
Haley closed her eyes and bit her lip. "He didn't mean to," She whispered in a shaky voice. "He, he was having a bad day and I upset him. It's all my fault."
Nathan put his hand on her shoulder and hugged her as she started to cry. Haley felt uncomfortable as his big arms surrounded her small body. She tried to pull back, but he wasn't having it.
"Nathan," She said in an attempt to breakaway, "let me go." He simply gripped her tighter and started to pull her into a classroom.
"No!" She screamed, kicking him in the shin. He yelled out in pain and let her go as he held his injured shin. Without even thinking, she took off down the hall, just missing his stretched out hand.
Once she was out of his sight, she stopped to catch her breath. She glanced down at her the new bruises on her wrist, they were small, but a shade of blue and purple. She pulled her long sleeves over them and started to walk away with her head down, watching as the tears slipped off her face.
Mouth was walking down the hall, occasionally staring at the lockers against the wall. As he rounded the corner, he heard his name being called and turned around. Just as he turned around, Haley came around the corner, knocking right into him.
"Haley, I'm so sorry!" He said nervously, helping her up. She wiped her eyes and smiled.
"Don't worry about it, Mouth. I wasn't really paying attention."
"Are you okay?" He asked, noticing Haley's puffy eyes. She quickly nodded.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Haley, you don't look fine." Mouth protested, putting a hand on her shoulder. She flinched and pulled back from him. "Sorry," he mumbled, putting his hands in his pocket.
"It's fine," She whispered, starting to walk away. Mouth followed her and stepped in front of her,
"Haley, did something happen? You're starting to make me nervous."
Haley wiped away the tear that fell down her cheek. She couldn't avoid this any longer.
"Can, can you just help me find Brooke?"
Mouth nodded. "She's in the gym, come on." He held out his hand and she reluctantly took it, in hopes of him leading her to safety. Once they got to the gym, Mouth pushed the doors open, causing ten cheerleaders to turn around. Haley waited outside and watched as he disappeared into the gym, the door slamming behind him.
"Excuse me! This is a PRIVATE practice." Claire bitched, storming up to Mouth as he entered the gym.
Brooke rolled her eyes and walked up behind her. "Don't have a heart attack Claire, it's okay." Claire walked away in huff-which made Mouth and Brooke laugh. "What's up, lips?"
Mouth smiled. He loved when Brooke called him that. "Do you have a second?"
Brooke made a face and glanced at the waiting cheerleaders behind her. "Um, can it wait until after practice? We need to get this routine down before the classic next week."
Mouth sighed. It could probably wait, but the voice inside his head was telling him it couldn't. Brooke took the silence as a yes and started to walk away. "Brooke, it's about Haley."
Brooke turned around on one heel, her heart skipping a beat. "Is she okay?"
"I don't know exactly." He said with a shrug and sympathetic look on his face.
"Okay," Brooke whispered turning back to the squad, "take 5 everyone," she yelled out, turning back to Mouth. "Where is she?"
Mouth pointed to the door. "She's outside."
Brooke quickly ran to the door, Mouth shortly behind her. She flung the door open and looked to her right and saw no one there. She looked around the deserted hallway and looked back at Mouth.
"I don't see her," she said in confusion, "Mouth, is this some sort of diversion to get me out of practice so Claire can convince the other girls I'm a horrible person?"
Mouth shook his head. "No, Brooke I swear. I accidentally bumped into her and she was really upset about something."
Brooke shrugged. "Maybe she's just having a stressful day. Some of those kids she tutors are as dumb as a door nail," she said with a laugh. Mouth smiled sadly.
"I don't think so, I think something happened to her."
Brooke felt nervous now. "Oh, okay. Will you help me look for her?" Mouth nodded as they started to walk down the hall. "She can't be far."
The two walked up the stairs and past the tutoring center, passing Nathan on the way.
"Hey Brooke," He said with a wave. Brooke smiled and waved back, not thinking to ask him if he had seen Haley.
"Oh, hey, Nathan? Have you seen my sister?"
Nathan turned around, wiping the smile off his face. "Yeah I did a little while ago. She was near the English room." Brooke smiled and thanked him. He nodded and started to walk in the opposite direction of them.
"I don't think she's here," Brooke said, sounding defeated. "We've checked everywhere, lips! I really hope she's okay."
"We'll find her Brooke, don't worry." Mouth said in a comforting tone. Brooke smiled and nodded, following him down the hall.
"Do you hear that?" She said, stopping in front of an empty classroom.
Mouth shook his head in confusion. "Hear what?"
"Ssh!" Brooke hissed, trying to make out what the noise was. She followed the small sobs into the classroom and found Haley sitting in a desk, her head down on the table. Her heart sank as she listened to her sister.
"I'm going to go," Mouth whispered, bringing Brooke back to reality. She nodded and gave him a hug, silently thanking him.
"Could you do me a favor?" She said as low as possible, "could you tell the squad just to go one without me? Oh, and tell Peyton we'll meet her outside by her car."
Mouth nodded and Brooke thanked him one more time before he left the room.
"Haley, what's wrong?" Brooke squeaked, walking over to the desk and putting her hand on Haley's back.
Haley jumped up in shock. "Don't touch me!" She yelled out without realizing who it was.
Brooke was a little taken aback. "Sorry," she said, kneeling down.
"Brooke?" Haley said once she realized who it was. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you." She sniffed, pulling her sleeves down further so Brooke couldn't see the bruises.
Brooke smiled and nodded. "Don't worry about it. What's wrong?" Haley simply shrugged and wiped her eyes. "Did something happen at tutoring?" Haley nodded and started to cry again, making Brooke one-step closer towards her answer.
"It was horrible," Haley choked out, avoiding her sister's scared look.
"Oh, honey," Brooke mumbled, standing up. She gently wrapped her arms around Haley and listened to Haley's muffled sobs as she buried her head into Brooke's shoulder. "Do you want to tell me what happened?" She said as gentle as possible.
"Can we just go home?" Haley asked trying to change the subject as fast as she could. Brooke sighed and looked at the clock. It was 3:45 and practice ended at 4:15. There was no way Claire would let her end it early.
"I wish we could, but I have practice for another half an hour and Peyton is going to give us a ride home. And I don't want you going home when you're in this state."
Haley wiped her eyes with her sleeve and nodded. "Okay. Can, can I just watch you practice then? You won't even know I'm there, I promise."
Brooke smiled and took Haley by the hand, gently helping her up from the desk. "You can watch the basketball team stretch, that should make you feel better!"
Haley shuddered at the thought of the basketball team. Nathan was on the basketball team. He would be right there, watching her. They walked down the deserted hallway, passing a few students on the way.
And there he was. Brooke felt Haley's grip get tighter as Nathan approached them, decked out in his uniform.
"What are you still doing here?" He asked Haley, who leaned closer to Brooke and turned away.
"Just go," Haley whispered quickly, nudging Brooke with her hip. And before she knew it, Brooke had let her go and ran over to Lucas.
"Did I make you cry?" Nathan spat sarcastically, "you poor baby." He tried to stroke Haley's hair but she quickly swatted it away with her hand. Haley quickly glanced at Brooke; she was in a full make out session with Lucas.
"Um, Brooke?" She called out, "don't you have to get back to practice." Brooke broke away from Lucas and nodded. Haley let out a sigh of relief and quickly ran back over to her, grabbing her hand in the process.
Lucas noticed Nathan's glare towards Haley and quickly picked up on the tension.
"Something wrong, bro?" He asked, walking over to Nathan. Nathan shook his head and shrugged.
"Nope. Just wondering why Little Brooke is so touchy feely with Big Brooke."
Lucas looked at him angrily. "Little Brooke? Big Brooke? First of all, their names are Haley and Brooke; second of all, do you have idea what those two have been through? What their family has been through? And that bruise on your face, where the hell did you get that?"
Nathan rolled his eyes and shrugged. "I got into a little mishap with that Christian kid. No big deal."
Lucas shook his head and shoved the basketball he was holding into Nathan's chest. "Whatever, man, whatever."
"So, are you up for coming over?" Peyton asked Brooke as they walked out of the gym, Haley a few feet in front of them.
Brooke looked at Haley and shrugged. "I don't think so, P. Sawyer. I think something happened with Haley and I don't really think she should be alone."
"Haley could come too, come on, Brooke. It'll be fun, it will take your mind off Claire's fabulous new routine!" Peyton said sarcastically and laughed as Brooke let out a huge groan.
"Ah, don't even get me started on that! Who told her spirit fingers were back in?" Peyton laughed and unlocked the doors to her car.
"So B. James, my house or not?" Peyton asked again, getting into the car.
"I don't know, it's up to H. James." Brooke said buckling her seatbelt. Haley rolled her eyes in the back. H. James? These cheerleaders came up with very original nicknames.
"Doesn't bother me," Haley replied in a happy tone. She couldn't remember the last time she hung out with Peyton and Brooke. Plus, it was something to take her mind off of Nathan.
"Well of to Casa de Sawyer then!" Haley made a face as the two girls in front squealed. Maybe this wasn't a good idea after all.
The car ride to Peyton's house was generally a quiet one. Brooke occasionally flipped through the radio stations, which made Peyton a little angry.
"Tutor girl, you're a little quiet, what's up?" Brooke asked from the front, turning back to look at her sister.
"Peyton," Haley said, completely ignoring Brooke, "Can I ask you a question? About Nathan?"
"Sure."
"When you were with him, did he, did he ever try and hurt you?" Haley asked shyly, she turned away as Brooke sent a glare her way.
"Haley!" Brooke yelled out in shock, "why would you ever ask a question like that?"
"Chill Brooke, it's okay." Peyton said with a little laugh to ease the tension. "He did once." No use hiding it anymore. She wasn't exactly sure where Haley was going with this, but she started to put two and two together and figured it out for herself. Brooke's eyes widened, she never knew Nathan had hurt Peyton. Sure they weren't Ward and June Cleaver, but they seemed pretty happy most of the time. Peyton pulled over to the side of the road and took a deep breath. "When we were like 14 or 15 he wanted to have sex. I didn't really want to at the time, but he insisted I wouldn't regret it. But I kept saying no, until one day he eventually forced it upon me."
"P. Sawyer you never told me that!" Brooke said putting her hand on her friend's shoulder.
Peyton shrugged like it was no big deal. "Don't worry about it. I managed to get him off of me before he went too far."
"What happened?" Brooke asked in concern.
"Well my dad called the cops on him and they issued him a warning. They put him on probation and if he tries to do it again to anyone then he'll be thrown in jail."
"Good thing that hasn't happened again." Brooke said with relief. Peyton nodded and looked at Haley in the rearview mirror. "Is that, Hales?"
Haley quickly nodded and stared out the window. If she had the strength to tell someone then the bastard known as Nathan Scott would be thrown in jail and she would never have to watch her back again.
"Haley, are you sure you're okay?" Brooke asked once again. Haley nodded and went back to staring out the window. Brooke knew something was up, but she decided it was best to ask her once they got home. Right now she had to make sure Peyton was okay. "Are you okay, Peyton?"
Peyton nodded too and pulled into her driveway. "Don't worry, Brooke. I'm fine. It's all in the past and I've forgotten about it. You should too," she said with a reassuring smile.
"Let's watch Sex and the City!" Brooke squealed in delight, flipping on the TV in Peyton's living room. Peyton and Haley looked at each other and shook their heads.
"Let's not," Peyton mumbled, snatching the remote out of Brooke's hand. Brooke made a face and stood up.
"Fine. You two can sit there and watch your broody little show while listening to your horrible emu music."
Peyton burst out laughing, as did Haley. "Brooke, it's emo, not emu." Brooke rolled her eyes and shrugged.
"Potato, pahtato." Brooke protested, crossing her arms. "You two have your little emo fest and brood, I'm going to take a shower and rid myself of this gross sweat." She flipped her hair as she turned around and skipped up the stairs.
Haley and Peyton sat in a somewhat awkward silence once Brooke left. They occasionally smiled at each other when they caught each other's glances.
"Have a nice practice?" Haley asked, finally breaking the silence. Peyton nodded and shrugged.
"Claire's a bit of a control freak, but other than that it was okay. Have a nice tutoring session?"
Haley nodded and shrugged too. "Yeah, it was fine. I'm tutoring Nathan Scott, fun, fun fun." Peyton laughed and gave Haley a sympathetic look. "He's a bit of an asshole," she whispered shyly, afraid of what Peyton was going to say.
"Yeah, he gets it from Daddy Dan. If he's really bothering you just bring up his dad, that'll shut him up." Haley nodded and walked over to Peyton's CD rack. It consisted of bands she's never heard of. Brand New, My Chemical Romance, The Starting Line, and Glassjaw. Haley yawned and stretched her arms out, causing her shirt to ride up and expose the bruise she had stretched out across her lower abdomen. Peyton took note of it and looked shock. Haley caught Peyton's look and quickly pulled her shirt down.
"I walked into the wall, what a klutz," Haley said with a smile. Peyton still looked in awe of the bruise that covered most of her abdomen. She shook her head and went back to reality.
"Yeah," was all she could come up with. She wondered if Brooke knew about that. Probably not. "Haley, that's a pretty big bruise, are you sure you walked into a wall?"
Haley looked a little taken aback. She couldn't believe Peyton was questioning her. "Yeah, why?" Her voice was a little cold, but she really didn't care.
Peyton shrugged and fiddled with her hands. "It's just that, I know you got into a little mishap with someone and I just thought it was the same person."
"No, it wasn't, Claire."
"Claire?" Peyton was confused. Brooke told her Claire didn't do anything. Unless Brooke didn't tell Haley what Claire said. "Brooke told me Claire didn't do it." She immediately regretted it when she saw the look on Haley's face.
"What?" Haley said in shock. "She told me everything went okay with Claire and I didn't need to worry."
"Haley, when Brooke confronted Claire, she denied it."
"So it doesn't mean she didn't do it!" Haley cried out in frustration. "Are you implying I'm some sort of liar?"
Peyton got up off the couch and shook her head. "No, no, Haley. I'm just saying what Brooke told me." Haley rolled her eyes and headed for the door.
"Whatever," She mumbled while opening the door. Peyton ran over to her and stopped her.
"Haley, you're not leaving until you tell me what happened." Peyton said, looking Haley in the eye.
"You're not my mother, Peyton. Cut the crap, you never cared before, why should you now?" Haley pushed past Peyton, but Peyton acted fast and grabbed her wrist. Haley winched and yelped.
"Haley? What's wrong?" Peyton asked concerned. She watched as Haley bit her lip and tilted her head back, trying to stop her tears from spilling over.
"It's nothing, I'm fine," Haley said, crossing her arms over her chest. Peyton looked at her and shook her head.
"Haley, what happened to your wrist?" She asked, pulling Haley's arm back down. She rolled up her sleeve and nearly gasped at the sight of it; two bruises right next to each other on her inner wrist. She rolled up the other sleeve and saw the same. "Haley, what the hell happened to you?"
Haley gnawed at her lip some more, trying to think of a lie. "It's nothing."
"Nothing?" Peyton exploded; she could be heard through the whole house. "Haley, you have bruises on both of your wrists, on your face, on your stomach, who did this to you?"
Haley pulled her arms back and rested them on her thighs. "I told you, it was Claire."
Now Peyton was getting frustrated. "It wasn't Claire, Haley and you know it." And then suddenly it clicked. It was Nathan. That's why she was asking her all those questions about him. "It was Nathan wasn't it?"
Haley sighed; she was trapped and couldn't get out. "Yes and no."
"Yes and no? What do you mean yes and no?" Peyton was getting agitated with Haley's excuses.
"The ones on the wrist are from him, the other ones, the others ones are from Christian." Haley whispered, looking down at her feet. Peyton's heart skipped a beat.
"The new guy? I thought you two were friends?" Peyton asked, putting her hand on Haley's shoulder.
"We were," Haley said, looking up at the blonde, "but then one day he got a little angry and a little violent. I said the wrong thing to him and then he, he hit me. He promised he wouldn't do it again, but every time I upset him, he got violent again." Peyton was speechless. Haley already had a hard life, she didn't need more on her plate. She pulled her into a hug and gently stroked her hair.
"Haley, we need to tell Brooke," Peyton whispered, causing Haley to immediately pull back.
"No, Peyton, please you can't tell her." Haley said quickly, "please, Peyton, she doesn't need to know. I can handle it by myself."
"Okay, okay," Peyton said, trying to calm her down. Haley nodded and thanked her. That was Christian's story, what was Nathan's? "what happened with, Nathan?" Peyton asked, somewhat out of the blue. That was the one thing Haley was dreading. Yet again she was trapped and she couldn't get out of it.
"Nathan did something else, something that he did to you," Haley choked out, breaking down into tears. Peyton's eyes watered at the thought of Nathan trying to rape her.
"He didn't, did he?" Peyton asked, scared. Haley shook her head and sank to the floor, burying her head into her knees. "Oh, Haley, I'm so sorry." Peyton whispered, sitting next to Haley and hugging her.
"Then he tried to do it today. He tried pulling me into a classroom but I got away just in time. I'm scared he's really going to do it, Peyton."
"He won't, because you know why, Haley? We're going to get him. This is it, he's at a dead end now."
Brooke happily skipped down the stairs, minutes later, wearing what she had on at least an hour ago.
Peyton quickly wiped her eyes and stood up. "Brooke," she laughed, "I thought you were taking a shower?"
"Well I was, but then Lucas called and we got to talking about this weekend." Brooke said in her usual perky tone. "Were you two crying?" She asked Peyton and Haley, who had now relocated to the couch. She flopped down in between them and turned to them.
Peyton laughed and shook her head. "Uh, yeah. We were watching a walk to remember, and you know how it gets me every time. Right Haley?"
"Right," Haley quickly said, trying to cover up her nasal voice. Brooke burst out laughing at the thought of Peyton crying at a movie. Peyton rolled her eyes and gently pushed Brooke.
"I'm sorry! Just the thought of you crying over a Mandy Moore movie is hilarious." Brooke let out one last laugh and turned to Haley with a smile on her face. "Tutor girl! You won't believe what Lucas said." Haley raised her eyebrows; she didn't even want to guess what Brooke was talking about.
"Brooke, I really don't care." She said tiredly. All she wanted to do was go home and go to bed, sure it was 5 in the afternoon, but she didn't care. "Can't we just go home?"
Peyton nodded and thought that was the best idea. "Yeah, come on, I'll drop you guys off."
"Nooo," Brooke whined, she wanted to tell her story. "Don't you want to hear what Lucas said? A certain brother of his told him he likes a certain sister of mine." Haley froze in her seat and Peyton stood up.
"Uh, Brooke, no offense but I don't think Haley cares about Nathan." Peyton caught Haley's pleading look and tried to get Brooke to stop.
"P. Sawyer!" Brooke yelled out in amusement. "Don't tell me you still have feelings for him?"
Peyton bit her lip and swallowed her pride. "You caught me Brooke," she said sarcastically, "you read me like an open book." Haley smiled at Peyton and watched as Brooke jumped off the couch.
"Does Jake know?" She asked immediately. Peyton shook her head.
"No, and I would appreciate if you didn't say anything. I'm still a little confused with the whole thing. Anyways, I hate to be an ass, but you two need to go, I have an English test that I need to study for."
Once they got home, Haley immediately ran up to her room, shutting the door behind her. If Brooke brought up Nathan Scott again she was going to have a meltdown. She heard a knock on the door and groaned.
"Okay, so even though Peyton said she still might have feelings for Nate, I still think you should go for him. She's already had some, it someone else's turn." Brooke declared, bouncing into the room and onto Haley's bed. Haley pulled the covers closer to her and clutched onto Mr. Waffles' arm.
"Brooke," she groaned, "I don't want Nathan, okay? I don't like him."
Brooke eye's widened in shock. "Why not! He's really hot and he's the star player of the basketball team. Any girl would be glad to go out with him!"
Haley threw the blankets off of her and got out of the bed. "Look, I don't want to talk about him anymore, okay? Can you just drop it?"
"I'm only trying to-"
"Trying to what, Brooke? I can't stand Nathan, I never could. He's nothing but an arrogant asshole."
Brooke stood up in anger. She wasn't going to sit here and listen to her sister diss her friend. "Haley, how could you say that? That's your best friend's brother! If you gave him a chance-"
"I don't want to give him a chance!" Haley bellowed, her face red from anger. "You don't know the whole story."
Brooke threw her hands up in the air. "Of course not! There's always got to be a story behind it. What is it this time, Hales? Why do you hate Nathan so much?"
Haley looked her sister deep into the eye. Her eyes started to water, but she didn't care. "You want to know why I hate Nathan so much?" Brooke nodded desperately while Haley took a deep breath. "He tried to rape me, Brooke, okay? He tried to rape me. Are you happy now?" Haley bitched out, sinking to the floor in a fit of hysteria.
Brooke stood there in shock, she couldn't believe what she just heard.
Okay, there it is. It's all revealed. Next chapter Brooke goes psycho on a certain basketball player named Nathan Scott. Dun dun dun...