Chapter 3: Mr. Dan Scott

Nathan woke up to the sound of his alarm buzzing, sighing, he opened it eyes and smiled, seeing Haley tightly in his arms. He moved his arm, trying carefully not to wake up Haley, and hit the sleep button. Remembering that he had practice, he let out another sigh. He wished that he could just stay here forever, this is what he loved, Haley in his arms. He smiled and kissed the top of her head before quietly sliding out of bed. Haley squirmed, but didn't open her eyes, another smile appeared on his face as he grabbed his shorts and slipped them on.

Haley woke up as Nathan was putting on his practice shirt, she rolled over, rubbing her eyes and letting them adjust to the light from the sun.

"Good morning." Nathan smiled as he sat on the edge of the bed putting on his runners.

"I'm going to say morning, not so much good." she said groggily. "Practice?"

"Yeah. But I wish I could stay here with you." he said as he gave her a kiss and tied up his shoe, then putting on his other one and tying it.

"Well, we're still doing something later right?" she asked, sounding a bit more up than a few seconds ago.

"You bet. I'll call you after." Nathan said before getting up and kissing her. She smiled and pulled him towards her, so that he was on top of her. They continued to kiss before Nathan pulled away a few moments later.

"I really gotta go, or Whitey's gonna kick my ass." he smiled and gave her a kiss.

"Okay." she pouted and he kissed her again.

"Call you later." he said before getting off of her and walking towards his bedroom door, "And Haley?"

"Yeah?" she asked.

"I love you." Nathan said, making Haley smile.

"I love you too." Haley watched as Nathan left, closing the door behind him. She sighed and moved her stray pieces of hair that had fallen in her face. Slowly, she made her way up and looked around for her own clothing.

Nathan made it to practice, and saw that the team had already started practice, and Whitey was making them do suicides.

"You're late!" Coach Whitey yelled, seeing him enter the gym.

"I know, sorry." Nathan said.

"Get on the line and join your team!" he said simply, as Nathan followed his directions and walked to the line at one end of the gym. He started to run the suicides with his team, still thinking about Haley.

Brooke sighed, slamming her cell phone down on the counter in the kitchen, beside the burnt toast."Where the heck is my roomie when you need her?" she exclaimed, although she had some thoughts about where she was, but she wanted breakfast. Brooke was incapable of cooking anything, except she had been getting good at making cookies, since Haley had been teaching her how to cook.

She didn't get what she had done wrong with her toast, she put it in the toast and pushed it down. She thought over the steps she had taken, but then she couldn't remember what happened after she went to do her hair. All of a sudden she heard the fire alarm going off, and she ran into the kitchen, her hair looking like a mess, and seeing smoke coming out from the toaster.

She sighed, giving up on trying to figure out what she had done wrong. She would never make a good housewife. She wondered if she'd make a good wife at all.

Haley was looking underneath Nathan's bed, looking for her bra. She had found her jeans, her top, but just couldn't find her bra. She let out a frustrated groan as she gave up, sitting up, and her groan turned into a scream.

"Well, well, well. Who do we have here?" the familiar, creepy, man said, standing in the doorway to the room.

"Mr. Scott..." Haley said, her heart pounding. She grabbed a sheet off the bed, making her clothes fall from the side of the bed also, and wrapped the sheet around her.

"Did Nathan leave again?" Dan Scott smirked as he looked her up and down, "So I see you guys stayed friends, and made some deal to have some benefits along with that?"