Twisted

Hearts and Spades

Haley

So I made it. I made it through the first day as a junior in high school alive and, fortunately, unscathed. Ok, so it wasn't a fantastic day, but I am Haley James, school geek to the last. School is never going to be fantastic.

I mean, it all started wrong, what with Nathan Scott the Jerk and all. God I hate him so much. Where does he get off treating me like something he's wiped off the bottom of his shoe, when I'm worth, like, ten of him? I'll tell you, he doesn't. God he's such an absolute moron. How the hell he and Luke are related I'll never know.

What I really don't get though is how Lucas was the one who turned out nice. I mean, they both descend from he who is the epitome of all that is evil and wrong, Dan Scott, but while Luke's Mom just left him while she went off to pursue a cooking career in Italy, Deb Scott gave up her work and love for Nathan. It just makes you wonder.

"Hey," Luke says, breaking me out of my reverie. I look over to him; he's wearing his basketball kit with his favourite grey sweatshirt over the top from his Uncle Keith's garage. His blonde hair is damp from the shower and he smells of… well, just washed boy. I really can't describe it any deeper than that.

Right now we're sat in his bedroom, a place that had once filled me with dread but which is now oddly comforting. The smell of cedar wood and deodorant always manages to make me feel safe.

"Hey, do you need any help?" I ask, gesturing to the computer screen where his first Biology paper is stored. Every teacher in the school believes in not giving us homework on the first day back, except for Mr. Blumkiss, the Biology teacher who I, thankfully have not got.

"Nah, I should be okay. But a paper on our first day back is seriously harsh," Luke moans, stretching and allowing me a glimpse of toned abs.

"Yeah, I had him last year. Hated it," I say, getting up off the bed where I had been reading a magazine. I make my way to his computer desk and sit on his knee. "Why don't you take a little time off?" I ask, a small smile playing on my lips in what I hope is a seductive manner. Luke grins broadly, wiping a strand of hair away from my face.

"Well, I guess I could do with a break?" he says. I move closer and kiss him on the lips, running my fingers through his short blonde hair. He deepens my kiss, letting his tongue glide into my mouth and I capture it, somewhat greedily. I pull away and feel my cheeks flushing slightly. I feel like Brooke Davis, and what makes it much, much worse, is that I actually like it.

"Oh, this is not a break Luke. This is definitely, definitely not a break".

Luke suddenly grabs me behind my knees and carries me to the bed. I giggle at this totally macho action and allow Luke to throw me down onto the bed covers.

"Well then, I'd better make the most of it," he says, before leaning down and kissing me. I welcome the comfort of his weight on top of me, not pushing, but still definitely there. I pull at the bottom of Luke's top and he pulls away, knowing what I'm trying to do. He raises his hands up as I pull his sweatshirt and his basketball jersey up in one fluid motion, and then lowers them again, pulling my green vest top over my shoulders so that I'm left with a black skirt hitched up to my thigh and a lacy black bra. Well, I'd made an effort on everything else, why not my underwear?

Luke rolls me onto the top of him and runs his hands up my waist, I return to kissing him, loving the way that this making out session is making me feel. Luke slips his hand into my bra and I feel myself pause. Even though this isn't the first time we've been to this base, I still get a little nervous every time we do. I quickly compose myself and return to kissing him, probing my tongue further into his mouth, pulling his head down on me. Luke pulls away and starts nibbling on my neck, I feel myself moan out.

"Oh shit! I'm sorry…" a voice from the doorway disturbs us both. I pull Luke's discarded Jersey and pull it up to cover my bra.

"Nathan!" Luke yells.

Nathan?

Oh yeah, I feel stupid.

Nathan closes the door quickly and I feel my cheeks flush a deep scarlet. He saw… Well, I mean he… Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

"Jeez, have you never heard of knocking?" Luke yells after him. I grab my vest and pull it over my head.

"I think that maybe I should…"

"Go?" Luke finishes for me. I bite my lip and nod. Luke shrugs and reaches for his grey sweatshirt. "Do you want a ride?"

"Um…" I falter pathetically, "No. No, I'll be fine. Besides, you need to get back to your paper right?"

"Haley, it will take me five minutes to drop you off. I don't mind, my paper can wait," he shrugs. His cool blue eyes are staring into mine and I feel a smile tugging at the corner of my mouth. But I'm still just a little too embarrassed.

"No, it's okay," I say, giving him a kiss on the lips, "I'll walk. I need the exercise". Luke laughs out loud and gives me a hug.

"I'll see you at school tomorrow then. Am I picking you up?"

"That would be great. Bye Lucas".

I let myself out of Luke's bedroom door and mentally inform myself that I will go to the hardware store on the way home and buy him a lock.

Okay, so all I need to do is get to the front door without bumping into Nathan. Simple, easy peasy lemon sque…

Crap.

Nathan is stood at the top of the stairs wearing the obligatory Nike Tracksuit. I take a deep breath and hope he wont say anything as I go past.

"So James, I guess your not as innocent as you make out, huh?" he says, his trademark smirk playing on his lips.

"Guess not," I shrug, walking around him to get to the top step.

"I'm kinda surprised," he states simply. I close my eyes and force myself to keep going. Okay, try to relieve the awkwardness here. Talk to him as if he were a normal human being and not the evil Scott sibling.

"Oh really? And why is that?" I ask, still descending down the stairs. Nathan falls into step beside me as I was dreading he would do.

"Well, you, and Luke? It's kinda strange y'know". I guess that he is talking about Lucas being a hunky Basketball player with goddesses like Brooke Davis hanging of him and me being, well, me.

"Well, Love is never plain and simple," I say breezily, fearing that I may turn around and punch him in a second.

"Love? Oh come on. You don't honestly think you two are in love do you? You're only seventeen!" he exclaims. I turn around on the third step from the bottle and gaze up at him, staring him right in those azure blue eyes which have been known to disintegrate a few women's clothing.

"Look Nathan. I don't want to have this conversation with you okay? Its none of your business and quite frankly, I cant stand you. You treat your girlfriends like crap and your brother even worse so if you don't mind, I'd like to go home and never see you again. But knowing, as I do, that this will never happen, I will resign myself to going home and not seeing you until American Lit tomorrow," and with that rather impressive speech, I turn on my heel and head for the front door.

I turn the handle and feel the cool breeze whipping my already tousled hair around my face. Ah freedom.

Well, almost

"You know what? Lucas is going to get bored with a goody two shoes nerd like you pretty soon," Nate spits out. His face is red and I realise that I've angered him. I guess no one's ever stood up to Nathan Scott before.

"Lucas isn't like that Nathan. He's not like you!" I shoot back.

"Oh please, Lucas is a boy Haley. If you keep placing him on that big white horse its going to hurt all the more when he falls off and screws somebody else. Have you even had sex yet?" he shouts. I feel my face flame up and look away. Nathan looks incredulously at me and opens his mouth to say something.

"What's going on?" A voice from the top of the stairs asks, cutting off whatever it was Nathan was going to say. Lucas is stood there, his hair rumpled and his shorts replaced with a pair of loose jeans. I look at him and feel like running up those stairs, falling onto my knees and kissing his feet.

I don't. I instead look up at him and smile, hoping that he won't notice how I want to stab his annoying and devil spawn younger brother right now.

"Um, nothing Luke. But, is that offer for a ride still open?"

AN: Well, what do ya think? Do you ike it? do you not? Please leave a review:D oh, and sorry it took me so long to get my act together and write this but i did the first couple of sentences and then realised i couldnt go on from there and decided to scrap it and start again. Just a bit of useless info for you there! Love me xxxx :D