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Two Hearts One Love
Parties, Tears and I Love you
She didn't fit in. She knew it and so did everyone else. Her blonde out of control locks stood out compared to the sleek perfection of the other girls and her body paled in comparison to. She was just a plain old nerd an outcast and the only reason she found herself at this party with a red cup on alcohol in her hand was because of her best friend- her only friend- had dragged her along along with his perfect little girlfriend. It was also the reason why up until now no one had bothered her.
Samuel Teller basked in the glowing reputation that his brother and the club had created. Sam was a king among these people, they either wanted to be him or wanted to screw him. And the fact that the most popular guy in school was friends with her it didn't go unnoticed by everyone. Everyone seemed to have an opinion on it, and some people were not shy in voicing that opinion. Especially Christie Carmichael and her wenches.
Picking at the still full cup of spiked punch Haley looked around. She had lost sight of Sam over an hour. He had of course disappeared with CC, sucked into the world Haley hated and would never be a part of.
She just didn't fit here. Haley Parker was not a part of this world.
Placing her untouched drink on the grand oak coffee table in front of her she maneuvered around the bodies on the makeshift dance floor, where bodies stood entangled with one another, lips joined and hands disappearing beneath shirts. Haley kept her head down and moved towards the large farm house style kitchen, that could probably fit her whole house in. Another reason she didn't fit.
"You won't find him in here." Haley sighed and rolled her eyes. Why does God hate me. Haley thought as she turned to face none other the Elizabeth 'Lizzy' Martin. CC's sidekick and number one bitch at Charming High.
"Hi Lizzy." The stick thin 5'9 bottled blonde tottered towards Haley in Jimmy Choos, the unsteadiness proving that Haley was wise in not par taking in the spiked punch.
"He's busy. With his girlfriend." Lizzy emphasised the word girlfriend in an attempt to try and make a point. A point that Haley didn't need to have made. She knew more than anyone else in the room that she would never be Sam Tellers girlfriend. "So I'm asking myself the question as to why your still here." Lizzy laughed as she took a few steps closer. Her footing gave way causing Haley to jump back as the bright pink punch sloshed out of the red cup and landed on her worn converse. The reaction caused Lizzy to laugh harder and louder, so loud that Haley watched as an audience started to form around them. Great.
"I shouldn't have come here." Haley chastised to herself. Why did she let Sam talk her into this. Why did she always let Sam talk her into it.
Turning to leave Haley felt a hand fumble around her wrist before pulling her back and face to face with the Queen bitch herself.
"No you shouldn't have. You never should. Look around you Hales." Sarcasm dripped of the nickname she normally related to the two people she considered and loved as family. It made her skin crawl to hear it being spill from Lizzy's lips. "You don't belong here. Never have never will."
She looked around and if anyone who could have heard her inner thoughts five minutes ago and thought she was being melodramatic the stares of her fellow students would squash that. They hated her they all did and she could see it in each and everyone of their eyes. The tears burned and Haley tried to pull her wrist free so she could high tail it out there before they saw her cry. She wouldn't give them that satisfaction. But Haley's struggle combined with Lizzy's drunkenness only resulted in Haley being drenched in the remaining pink liquid in Lizzy cup.
The laughter was instant and Haley felt like she was re-living one of her many nightmares when it came to these people. Her eyes shot around the room, as more tears pooled in her eyes. She had to get out. She pushed her way through the sniggering crowd as they leered over her pushing her from one person to the next.
"SEE NO ONE WANTS YOU HERE. YOUR NOTHING BUT WHITE TRASH..."
Haley felt the tears roll down her face as the harsh words traveled to her ears. White trash.
Sam had to admit Christie Carmichael was one hell of a girl. Head cheerleader, rich, great rack, stunning figure most girls her age and older craved and an ass you could bounce a Nickel off. She was first class grade pussy as his uncle Tig would say. And she just loved giving it up. Shit she loved sex just as much as he did. They were a perfect match, well between the sheets anyway. Take them out of the bedroom and well they didn't do so well. Christie may be grade A pussy but she could also be a grade A bitch. And a snob. He hated when she tried to drag him to hangout with her girlfriends-or minions as he thought of them- all they wanted to do was bitch about shit, bitch about how shitty their perfect life was. And as soon as one of their backs were turned the group would bitch about her. It was all bullshit. They had no fucking clue what real friendship meant, what loyalty was. Nah...Samuel Teller would much rather spend his free time out of the bedroom with his only true friend, Haley Parker.
She wasn't like the other bitches. Haley could actually hold a fucking intelligent conversation- sometimes so intelligent that it was over his head- but that was why he loved her because she made him a better person even when she didn't realise she was doing it. And she was funny. Not out right, haha joke funny, but the girl could dish out some great one liners sometimes.
He found himself smirking just at the thought of her. Haley Parker was a good girl and he was glad she was a part of his life. All the thoughts of her made him realise that he had probably left Haley alone for long enough.
Looking over at the sleeping beauty beside him he gently lifted her delicate arm off of his chest so he could slide off the bed.
Once dressed he headed downstairs where the party was now in full swing. With a few nods and shakes of hands from the guys on the football team Sam headed for the kitchen he eyes scanning each room as he passed for Haley.
"Hey Sammy." Sam rolled his eyes as he poured himself a cup of punch that he had added a little extra kick to upon his arrival.
"How many times Elizabeth. It Sam." He turned to see not only Lizzy but the rest of Christie's crew staring at him. But it was only Lizzy that approached him. Her footing unsteady making Sam smirk. She was shit faced drunk and Sam knew what that meant. Elizabeth Martin became a nothing but a lush after a few drinks. His point proved when she trailed a perfect French manicured nail down his chest.
"Have I told you how much I love it when you call me Elizabeth." She tried to purr seductively but failed miserably. Desperate was all Sam got. He grabbed her hand as it started to travel towards the buckle of his belt. He knew where this was heading.
"You may have mention it before Elizabeth." Okay so maybe now he was teasing but she was and easy target. And she deserved to be teased what decent girl would constantly keep hitting on there supposed best friends guy. Not someone he had any respect for. "You seen my girl?"
"I'm sure she's where ever you left her. You know if she's all tired out I could..."
"Not CC. Hales. Where's Haley?" Sam eyes shot to the giggling girls over Lizzy's shoulder before snapping back to Lizzy. His grip on her hand tightening. "What did you do?" He snapped catching on quickly. Lizzy was trying to hide her laughs but again failed in her attempt to do something. This action made Sam even more pissed.
"I didn't do anything..."
"I don't buy it. Tell me." Sam's tone was sharp causing the other two minions had stopped there laughing. They were either smart or less drunk than Lizzy. He was going with the latter. "Lizzy tell me now."
"What...so she got a little punch split on her. She ran out crying what the big deal her whole outfit probably cost no more than a buck fifty."
"Fucksake." Sam shouted pushing Lizzy away and turning his back on her. His fists hitting the island counter top rather than the girls face.
This was why he hated these girls all they would ever be good for is getting on knees and sucking dick. Sam took a deep breath before turning to look at her again. He took a threatening step forward. This time Lizzy had the sense to at least seem scared.
"Your nothing but a fucking whore." He seethed pointing his finger in her face. "You mess with her again I swear to fucking god Elizabeth Martin you will regret it." He turned to look at the crowd that gathered. "That goes for all you. You hear me."
Haley wrapped her hands around the mug of steaming hot chocolate taking a sip. She moaned when the hot liquid slid down her throat causing a warm sensation to spread through her entire body.
Seeing the lights and the neon sign of Molly's was like a shining beacon to Haley. The night chill was winning it's battle and no matter how tightly Haley wrapped her arms around herself she couldn't win the battle against the coldness. Probably didn't help that her shirt was soaked through thanks to Lizzy Martin clumsiness.
So with the cold wining out and the fact that she really wasn't ready to go home. Haley headed for the diner. She had been in there no more than 15 minutes when she heard the familiar voice.
"Hales."
Haley looked over her shoulder to see Jax Teller standing, his blonde brows furrowed as her questioningly. Shit was all she could think. Why of all people did it have to be Jax to find her at probably one of her worst moments. Okay exaggeration she thought but this was defiantly not one of her finer moments.
"Oh..uh hi Jax." She spoke quickly before turning her attention back to her drink. One hand wiping at her face to make sure that any signs of her tears were gone.
"Thought you were with Sammy at that party?" He questioned as he slid into the booth opposite her. Her eyes went to his for the slightest of seconds before returning to her drink.
"I left."
"I see that. Sammy with you?"
"Nope."
Jax raised his brow at her one word answers. Something had happened and that made Jax a little uneasy. Especially as his brother was nowhere to be seen.
"What happened Hales?"
"Nothing, just wasn't feeling it." Haley shrugged as if it was no big deal but Jax disagreed. "What are you doing here on a Friday night anyway. Thought you would be at the Clubhouse?"
"Didn't fancy it. Now how bout you start answerin' my questions instead of tryin' to change the subject."
"Nothing to tell." Jax gently kicked her foot under the table with his pristine white sneakers.
"Look at me Hales...Haley."
She finally looked up and when she did Jax's body stiffened. Her pretty hazel eyes glistened with tears and he could already see traces of the previous tears she cried. His hand that was resting on the table clenched into a fist as anger bubbled inside him. Someone was going to pay for this, even if it was his little shithead of a brother.
"Just leave it Jax...please."
"Ain't happening Hales. Sammy upset you?" Haley shook her head as a single tear rolled down her face. She quickly wiped it away. "But someone upset you right?" Haley just shook her head and Jax knew that she was closing in on herself. Reaching out he grabbed her hand, causing her to look at him again. Although witnessing the pain in her eyes he wished she hadn't. "Talk to me Haley. Your kind of scaring me here."
"I just don't belong there. I never have, never will. I...just...I hate them." Haley was starting to sob now, her voice cracking as tears fell. In a second Jax was shifting in the booth and pulling Haley to his chest as he wrapped his arms around her.
He held her against him gently soothing her and dropping a kiss on top of her head until her tears eased and she felt strong enough to pull away away from him.
"I'm sorry." Haley croaked as she wiped at her face with the palm of her hands. "I didn't mean to blubber all over you."
"Don't worry bout it." Jax wanted to push her for more answers but he didn't have the stomach to watch her break like that again. He hated to see her cry. Even when she had been a kid and hurt herself when they played. He never handled the tears. He hated it. "You good?" Haley nodded and when she smiled that pretty smile of hers Jax couldn't stop himself from returning it. "You know your better than those assholes right? No matter what shit they said to you. Its bullshit." Haley nodded and returned to her Hot Chocolate.
"I mean it Hales." Haley blushed from the compliments. She had never been one to take praise.
"Thanks Jax."
"Anytime darlin'. So you ready to get out of here?"
"You mind if we stay a bit longer. Unless you have somewhere you need to be."
"Nope, plus I'm starvin'."
"Me to."
"What so I'm buying your food now?" Jax teased.
"Yeap." Jax shook his head as he laughed. He didn't care if he had to by her a 100 meals as long as he saw that smile it was all worth it.
Jax chucked his keys into the bowl in the hallway as he walked deeper into the house. Walking into the kitchen he stopped upon seeing Sam at the kitchen table with a beer in front of him.
"Bad night?" Jax asked walking over to the fridge and grabbing himself a beer.
"Could say that."
"Funny that, seems to be the night for bad nights." Sam looked at his brother who was leaning against the sink chugging on his beer. Jax had finally managed to get the full story out of Haley and he was pissed. He was pissed at Lizzy Martin but most of all he was pissed at his brother. He shouldn't have left her alone.
"Found Haley at Molly's." Sam jumped to his feet his full attention with Jax.
"She okay? Where is she?"
"Nah bro she wasn't. What the fuck Sammy?" Jax bit with anger.
"I don't know what happened I was upstairs with CC and shit...I don't know man." Sam answered running a hand through his messy blonde hair.
"Those whores you surround yourself with stepped up to her Sammy. Chucked a drink over her and called her white trash."
"Shit."
"Yeah shit...Your suppose to look after her Sam."
"I do." Sam snapped not liking the attitude he was getting from his brother. This wasn't his fault.
"All your bothered about is getting your dick wet."
"Like you can talk." Jax shook his head. Ignoring the remark Jax continued his rant because he far from finished.
"Your supposed be her friend."
"I am."
"Then fuckin' act like it." Jax shouted slamming his bottle on the counter causing it to spill. Not that he cared. He moved to stand in front of Sam, using the extra 3 inches he had in height against his little brother. He pointed his finger in his face. "Do your dam job and look after her then or I swear brother you keep this shit up me and you are gonna have problems."
"Fuck you Jax." Sam was done with the lecture. He didn't need to hear this shit. Grabbing his leather jacket off the back of the chair he had once been sat on he stormed out the house making sure to slam the door behind him.
Jax hoped that Sam had heard him because he had been pissed hearing Haley's recount of the night and couldn't believe that his brother had let her go through that alone. It wasn't right and he needed to know that.
He took a sip of his beer when he heard his mothers voice. Great.
"What the was that about? Where's Sam gone?" Gemma questioned. She had been woken up by the arguing of her two sons and it had instantly set her on alert. Her sons did not fight, well at least not with one another.
"Out." Jax downed the last of his beer. "I'm headin' to the clubhouse." Jax tried to slip by his Mother but she had other plans. She grabbed Jax's arm.
"What was that about?"
"Nothin Ma." She cocked her brow telling that that answer was not going to fly with him. He sighed. "Look it's nothin' to worry about. I was just making him aware of a few things he needed to know."
"That all it was?"
"Yeah. Promise." He lent in and kissed her on the cheek. "I'm heading to the clubhouse."
"Take care baby."
"Yeah."
Haley muted the TV when she heard the rustling outside of her window. She sighed and debated on just ignoring it and going back to wallowing in herself pity of watching films and stuffing her face with popcorn, but when she heard the knocking on her window she decided to let him in knowing that he wouldn't give up and the noise would eventually reach her Farther's ears down the hall.
"Didn't think you were gonna let me in." Sam said breathlessly as he hung on to the trellis that he had climbed up to get to her window. Something he had been doing for years now.
"I still might not." Haley folded her arms across her chest.
"You still pissed at me Hales." She didn't answer. "Jax told me what happened. You know if I had heard any of that shit I would stopped it."
"Yeah I know."
"So can I come in?" Haley shook her head and smiled as Sam pouted at her like a little child.
"Come on." Haley pushed the window open further as she stepped out of the way allowing him inside. "Ssssh..." She whisppered as Sam practically fell into her bedroom. Her hand shot out to help him. "You'll wake my Dad."
"Don't want that do we." Sam smirked as he straightened himself up.
"No especially as he's already pissed at you." Sam started laughing.
"I tell you my Dad is pissed at you and you laugh."
"Sorry, it's just..." He motioned to her blue duck printed fleece pyjamas. Haley scowled.
"Don't be a dick Sammy." Haley warned as she ducked back beneath the covers. "Your already on thin ice Teller."
"Makes you feel any better. Jax kicked my ass and i'm sure next time I see your Dad he'll do the same." Sam informed her as he to ducked beneath the covers with her. Kicking his sneakers off as he pulled the covers over him.
"Yeah a little." She teased earning a playful nudge in the side from Sam.
"Shit Hales..." He took her hand in his. His fingers entangling with her smaller ones. "I'm sorry, Jax told me what they said. You don't deserve that."
"No I don't."
"I called Lizzy a whore. And told her she would regret it if she ever messed with you again. Made it clear that it went for everyone."
"You shouldn't have done that Sam." Haley knew that she would probably face the repercussions of that warning.
"Yes I should have and i'll do it time and time again. Your my best friends Hales. Kinda of like you, you know that."
"Kind of like you to Sam." Probably a lot more than she should Haley thought to herself as she looked into Sam's grey eyes as he held tightly onto her hand.
"We good?"
"Yeah were good."
"Good." Sam said with the biggest smile on his face. He snuggled deeper into the bed making himself more comfortable as he adjusted a pillow to rest under his head. "What we watchin?"
" Halloween. The original."
"And that's why I lover Parker."
