Author's Note: Sorry it's been so long. This update is pretty lengthy, so I hope it makes up for it. I think you'll enjoy it. I hope. I didn't have time to edit it, so if there are a lot of mistakes, I'm really sorry. I'll read it over tomorrow and fix them. Thanks for the review, keep them coming.
PS: Haha, Kristin!
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"Nah ah," Haley laughed, shaking her head as she watched what Brooke was doing. "That doesn't count. You said flash him, and that was most definitely not a flash."
"Come on, Tutor Girl," Brooke whined, fingering the hem of Haley's t-shirt she was wearing. She saw the look on Haley's face and could see that she wasn't going to get anywhere if she didn't step it up. "Please don't make me do it!"
"A bet, is a bet, Tigger," Haley smirked, holding up her finger and pointing to the window behind the cheerleader. "You lost and by the terms of the bet that you made, that means that you have to flash the guy in the butcher shop."
"But you cheated!" Brooke protested, stomping her foot on the floor and sending Haley a glare. She couldn't believe that she had lost at Snap! She was the champion, for Christ's sake! She was a cheerleader; she had much better reflexes than some tutor would have.
"How do you cheat at Snap?"
"I don't know," Brooke immediately answered without thinking. She saw the victorious smile spread across Haley's lips and Brooke swore if Haley didn't look so adorable, she would smack that smirk right off. "But you did! There is no way that you beat me."
"Sorry, Princess," she told her in mock sympathy. This was just too much fun. Never in a million years did she think that she would get the chance to torture Brooke Davis like this. And have fun doing. "I won, fair and square. Now do it!"
"Fine!" Brooke breathed out through clenched teeth. She glared at Haley for a moment, unclasping her bra without breaking eye contact, before closing her eyes, spinning around on her heel and lifting up her shirt. She cringed when she heard Haley's laughter fill the Café.
"10 more seconds," she teased, glancing down at her watch. It took all of her strength not to look up and watch Brooke as she did what she did. Haley knew that if she looked up, she would no doubt be able to see Brooke reflection in the window, and that was just about the last thing that she needed to be seeing right now. "1, 2, 3, 4…"
"…9, 10," Brooke quickly finished for her, pulling the shirt back over her breasts and practically running away from the window. Haley chuckled as Brooke literally shivered at the thought of the old guy she had just flashed. "Dude, that was disgusting!"
"It's not like he could actually see you, Brooke," Haley pointed out, shaking her head and handing her the deck of cards. "It's pouring rain outside, I can barely see your car anymore."
"Yeah, well," Brooke mumbled, sitting back down on her stool, content in staying in her bitter mood. "When it's something as important as me and my boobs, you'd be amazed at how well people's eyesight will improve."
"I have no doubt," Haley agreed, knowing that Brooke had that effect on people, including herself. She swallowed and continued to watch Brooke fidget out of the corner of her eye. "Did you want to play another game?"
"Nah," she mumbled, tossing the deck back over to the other brunette across from her. Haley grabbed them and shoved them back into their box, before throwing them into the pile of aprons under the counter. "My pride is already hurt enough."
"Okay," Haley sighed, leaning forward on her elbows and pushing her back out, not aware of the effect that had on Brooke. "Well than we're back at square one and bored out of our minds. What do you want to do then? It took us forever to think of cards."
"You're the brains here, Tutor Girl," Brooke pointed out, staring at Haley's ass for a moment longer before tearing her eyes away. She was really starting to question her sanity now. She was clearly checking out Haley's ass two seconds ago, actually imagining touching it; that was not normal. "You think of something."
"I Spy," Haley immediately suggested, saying the first game that had come to mind, wincing slightly when she realized how lame that sounded. Great, now Brooke was going to think that she was some four year old, that's just what she wanted. God, who was she trying to fool? She had no idea what the hell she wanted anymore.
"I Spy?" Brooke repeated in amusement, the smile she was sending Haley showing exactly how adorable she thought the suggestion was. Haley was driving her crazy; one minute she's sexy as hell in soaking wet clothes that cling to her in all the right places and showing off her perfect ass, and the next, she's the most adorable human being on the face of the planet, she rambling like an idiot and suggesting playing I Spy. It was killing Brooke. "Isn't that the game that parents play with their snot nosed little children when they're driving them crazy in the car?"
"Yeah, probably," Haley laughed nervously, not sure of Brooke's teasing was playful of malicious. Haley studied Brooke's face for a moment and if the innocent smile on Brooke's face was any indicator, she'd have to guess the former. "It was just the first thing that came to mind. I don't really want to play it."
"I mean, if you want to…" Brooke began, but was cut off when a cell phone began to ring. Her face clouded in confusion as she looked around the Café for her purse, which held her phone. "Cell phone's work in this whether?"
"Yeah, they're on a satellite system," Haley told her, watching as she reached across the counter and grabbed her purse. Brooke sat in on her lap and dug through it, looking for her phone. Once she found it, she looked even more confused. "What?"
"My phone's not even on," Brook told her, holding up the phone for Haley to see for herself. "Which is strange enough in itself, really." Haley stood in confusion with her for a moment, before she realized what cell phone was ringing.
"Oh, that's mine," she informed the cheerleader, quickly pushing off the counter and rushing around the counter to grab her bag off the table. It took her a moment to locate the phone in the front of her bag. She saw the look Brooke was giving her. "Karen gave it to me, it's her old one. She wanted me to have it for emergencies, since I didn't have one. I never use it, so I forget I have it."
"You get stranger every second," Brooke commented, trying to comprehend how any teenage girl could survive without a cell phone. Haley rolled her eyes at her, and flipped open the phone, motioning for Brooke to turn the CD down a little bit.
"Hello?" She knew it could only possibly be four people, as only four people had her phone number; Lucas who was away at a basketball game at the moment, Peyton who would have called asking for Brooke before she called asking for Haley, so that left Karen and Taylor, both were likely candidates.
"Baby, are you okay?" her sister's familiar asked through the phone, completely ignoring any form of greeting in the interest of getting right to the reason of the call. Haley smiled, proud of herself for knowing who it would be.
"Yeah," Haley sighed, knowing that's exactly what her sister was going to say over and over again throughout the entire conversation. Taylor had a tendency to ask her that question all the time; she just never believed her when she said she was okay. "I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?"
"Because it's almost midnight and you're not home yet," Taylor told her, her voice stern but the concern was very clear for Haley to hear. She felt bad for making Taylor worry, but she couldn't help but roll her eyes at her sister's overprotective nature. Taylor meant well, Haley knew, but sometimes it was just too much.
"I was closing up the Café…"
"And there's like a hurricane outside," Taylor continued, completely ignoring Haley's attempt at an explanation to her absence. Taylor walked over to the living room window, pushing the curtains aside to look outside. She made a face at the rain as it pelted down and watched it for a second before putting them back in their place and moving back over to the couch.
"It's not a hurricane, Tay," Haley laughed, shaking her head and rolled her eyes at Brooke again to let her know that her sister was frustrating her. Brooke smiled at her, amused by the typical sisterly action and continued to listen to their conversation as Haley paced back and forth in the front of the Café. "It's just a rainstorm."
"Hay, have you looked outside?" Taylor questioned rhetorically. She let out a sigh and sat herself down on the couch. She hated worrying about her little sister. She knew Haley was probably the most responsible teenager on the face of the planet, but she couldn't be too careful. "I was just worried about you, Haley-bub."
"I know, Tay," Haley told her, her voice instantly becoming gentler. She felt terrible for worrying her sister. She shook her head, not believing that she hadn't thought to call Taylor at home to tell her that she was okay. "And I'm sorry I didn't call you, I wasn't thinking."
"I was just watching TV and the chick said that it was getting really bad out there and that nobody should be on the road." She couldn't believe her eyes when she had been watching the news, the rain was just pouring down. She couldn't remember ever seeing so much rain in her life, and certainly not in Tree Hill. "And when you didn't come home, and started freaking out, thinking you were in a ditch somewhere."
"No, no, I'm fine, I promise," Haley repeated, hoping that Taylor would get the point. "I'm just in the Café."
"Oh, are you with Karen?" Taylor assumed, knowing that they always closed together and then Karen would drive Haley home since she didn't have a car of her own yet.
"No, she left earlier before closing," Haley informed her. "She wasn't feeling well, so I offered to close up and ended up being stuck here."
"That sucks," Taylor sighed, looking around her empty house, wishing that her baby sister were there with her. She hated thunderstorms and she was bored out of her mind since she couldn't go out anywhere. "Are you alone? Cause I could risk the rain to come hang out with you if you want."
"You're that bored, are you?" Haley laughed. She could totally picture her sister perfectly, lounging on the couch, ready to pull her hair out. While Haley liked the quiet sometimes, Taylor always needed to be doing something or be with someone. If Haley was home right now, all they would be doing was watching TV probably; something that Taylor could obviously do by herself, but it wasn't the same with the other girl with her. She just couldn't stand being by herself.
"I'm going insane," Taylor sighed; smiling to herself, finding it amusing that Haley knew her so well. It shouldn't be surprising though, not at all. "It's too damn quite. Please tell me that you need some company, please. I'm dying over here."
"Sorry to disappoint you, Tay, but I'm not alone," Haley told her, careful not to look over at Brooke as she was talking about her. As soon as Haley mentioned her, Brooke's ears perked up and she turned back around to watch Haley again. "A girl from school came in a couple of hours ago, so we're just hanging out until the morning, I guess."
"Fine," the blonde sighed, not even thinking to ask who the girl was. It was obviously someone that she didn't know, or else Haley would have said her name. "I guess I'll just have to suffer here all by myself."
"I guess so," Haley teased, not really feeling bad for her at all. Taylor wasn't stuff in an enclosed space with a girl that she was starting to have not so friendly feelings for, so she got no sympathy from Haley.
"I'm sensing very little sympathy coming from you, little sis," Taylor pointed out, always able to read her sister like a book. Ever since they were little, Taylor and Haley had been extremely close, like Mary Kate and Ashley close, so they could always tell what the other one was thinking. It came in handy most times, but definitely had it's disadvantages in other times; like when she didn't want her big sister to find out who she had a crush on.
"That's because I don't feel sorry for you, loser," Haley laughed back, smiling at the expression that she knew was on the blonde's face. She glanced over at Brooke and wasn't surprised to find a smile on her face as well. After seeing the adoring smile on Karen's face many a times during conversations with her sister, she had come to terms with the fact that she and Taylor were just plan adorable together. It was a burden that she would just have to carry. "You have the house all to yourself without your bratty kid sister there to annoy you. You know, most big sisters would be delighted at the situation."
"Well, most big sisters don't have you as a little sister, now do they?" Taylor smirked, knowing she was sweet talking the brunette. It was something that she loved to do because she knew how low Haley's self esteem was on a good day. Her, Karen, Lucas and from what Haley had told her, Peyton too, would always try to give her compliments as often as possible in hopes that one day Haley would start to realize that what they were saying was true. "I'll have you know that hanging out with my bratty kid sister is my favorite pass time."
"Maybe that's cause you don't have any friends," Haley shot back in a playful tone. Haley let out a fake gasp after hearing Taylor do the same and broke out into giggles, much to Brooke's painful delight. Brooke didn't think she had ever seen something more adorable in her entire life. It was then, that Brooke made it her life's goal to make Haley James giggle every change she got. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding."
"Hey," Taylor whined in protest, even though she knew Haley was just joking around. "Just because my best friend in the whole world happens to be my annoying kid sister, doesn't mean I don't have other friends!"
"Whatever you say, Tay," Haley sing songed, ignoring the rhyme.
"It doesn't!"
"If it makes you feel any better," Haley began, her voice losing it's teasing tone, but still light. "My best friend in the whole world happens to be my annoying big sister, too." Brooke felt her entire heart melt at Haley's words and the sincerity behind them. She knew that Haley didn't have many friends, at least not as many as she did, but it seemed the other girl had more people in her life that genuinely loved her than Brooke did. And it seemed that she loved a lot more people than Brooke did as well.
"A little bit," Taylor admitted, smiling at Haley's words. It wasn't like she didn't already know how she felt, but it made her feel better to actually hear the words. Deciding that there really wasn't anything else to do, and that Haley wasn't going to provide her with anything to do, she reached forward and grabbed the remote and flicked on the TV again, flipping through the channels to find something good on. "What time is it?"
"Time to get a watch," Haley answered, no trace of humor in her voice. She hated when Taylor asked her that question. Both her and Peyton were constantly asking her what time it was because they never had watches on. It annoyed the hell out of her. "It's midnight, which you pointed out like three minutes ago."
"Shut up." Taylor muted the TV so she could hear Haley better and continued to look for something good to watch. "What's on TV now?"
"How am I supposed to know?" Haley asked, finally getting tired of pacing back and forth and sat down in the chair her beg was in front of. "You always make me go to bed at 11:30."
"Only on school nights!" Taylor defended, practically cringing at Haley's words. They made her sound like a lame parent. Besides, it wasn't like Haley resented the rule or anything; she was usually in bed earlier anyway. "It's Friday. Tell me what to watch."
"I don't know, you know I don't really watch TV," Haley answered. "Hold on." She covered up the bottom of her cell phone and glanced up at Brooke to find her watching her. Ignoring the feeling that washed through her, she spoke. "My sister is being a whiny baby. Do you know anything good on right now?"
"I'm not usually home on Friday nights at this time," Brooke began with a smirk, wiggling her eye brows to tell Haley exactly what she was usually doing elsewhere. "But there's usually a Friends or Will & Grace rerun on now every other night."
"Thanks," Haley quickly told her, ignoring the other comment. She uncovered the phone to tell Taylor what Brooke said. "Tay, there's probably a rerun of Friends or…"
"Yeah, yeah," Taylor mumbled distractedly, already watching the television. "I found it already. I love this episode."
"You love all the episodes," Haley commented, trying to listen to what was going on so she could know what episode it was.
"Shut up," she mumbled again, her finger moving up to the End button on the phone. "I'm gonna go now, Haley-bub. Stay safe and I'll see you in the morning."
"Tay…"
"I love you, baby." Without giving Haley a chance to response or say whatever she was going to say before she interrupted her, she hung up the phone and tossed it over to the chair across the room.
"Love you, too," Haley mumbled, looking at the phone in confusion for a second before shaking her head and closing it. She put it back in her bag and turned to face Brooke, who turned the CD player back up now that she was off of the phone, just in time for the Spice Girls. "She's so weird."
"You two are so adorable," Brooke commented, not knowing what else to say. She was an only child, and from what she had heard from the girls on the squad that had brothers or sisters, she didn't want one. After hearing Haley and Taylor talk to each other though, she couldn't help but wish she had a big sister as well; at least one that was like Taylor. "Kinda makes me wish I had a sister."
"You really love that word, don't you?" Haley asked her, brushing the comment off, but not being able to stop the blush from creepy up onto her cheeks. "People tell us that all the time. I don't know what's so adorable about us, but whatever."
"You guys are adorable, trust me," Brooke nodded, making sure that Haley knew there was no room for argument. Haley was about to protest, but decided that there was no point in arguing with Brooke Davis. She settled on sending her a warm smile instead. Brooke could feel her knees go weak at the sight and was thankful that she was sitting down. "What did she call for, anyway?"
"Just wanted to see if I was okay," Haley told her, surprised that she hadn't figured that one out herself, considering she had clearly been listening to her entire conversation. "She was worried that I wasn't home yet. Plus the weather…"
"She's pretty protective, huh?" Brooke asked, just wanting to make conversation. She already knew that Taylor was protective, she could tell by the conversation they had just had. Not to mention that she couldn't imagine how anyway that met Haley wouldn't get protective of her. She was so very sweet, but also naive in a way, that just made her so damn endearing. She had only started talking to her like two hours ago, and already she felt the need to just lock her away from all the heartbreak out in the real world.
"Overly protective most of the time," Haley laughed, thinking about the way Taylor could get at times. "Then again, so are Karen and Lucas, too. Oh, and some of the Rivercourt guys, Skills mostly. He's worse than Lucas sometimes. I think Peyton's the only one of my friends that lets me go somewhere without asking me a million questions first and offering to go with me."
"I'm sure they mean well," Brooke offered carefully, not sure how Haley was going to react. If Brooke didn't know any better, she would think that Haley was a little bitter about all of that attention. "They're just looking out for you."
"Yes, but still," Haley began, her voice a mixture of confusion and defensiveness. First, she didn't understand why Brooke was defending them or trying to understand them. Secondly, she didn't like that Brooke was doing that, considering Brooke didn't really have any idea what she was talking about. "They could let me breathe sometimes. Taylor didn't even wait two hours before she called."
"She was just worried, Tutor Girl," Brooke repeated, not checking the defensive tone in Haley's voice. "And I know you would be too. If the situations were reversed, and it was you at home by herself in the thunderstorm while Taylor was MIA, I know you'd be just as worried about her."
"You don't know that," Haley told her, standing up from her chair slowing, knowing that she was going to start to pace in a moment. She always paced when she was angry or annoyed about something. Of course what Brooke said was true, she'd be overwhelmed with worry, but how dare Brooke say that she knew that. "You don't know me."
"Tutor Girl, I was just saying…" Brooke tried, completely surprised by the edge in Haley's voice and the stance that she had taken. She didn't think that Haley would get angry over her statement and she certainly didn't mean for her too. In fact, she had never really seen Haley get angry over anything.
"You were saying that you know me," Haley stated, her voice getting edgier. Brooke had really hit a sore spot, and she didn't even know it. "And you don't know me. You've never taken the time to know me. So don't you dare assume that you know what I would or wouldn't do, okay?"
"What's your problem, Tutor Girl?" Brooke asked, the utter confusion she was feeling clearly evident in her voice.
"My name, is Haley," she stated, finally saying what she's been wanting to tell the cheerleader since she had first spoken to her. It wasn't that she hated the name, it wasn't really anything offensive or anything, but it just kind of bothered her that Brooke didn't call her by her name, not once. If she didn't know any better, she would have thought that Brooke didn't know her name and just called her Tutor Girl as a way around that little problem.
"I know that," Brooke snapped back, not liking what Haley was trying to insinuate. Of course she knew what her name was, they did share some mutual friends, and have been in each other's presence before. She wasn't that stuck up or rude, and the fact that it seemed Haley thought that pissed her off. "Who do you think I am?"
"I think you're someone that likes to tear people down," Haley answered without a moment's hesitation. She could tell that Brooke was getting ready to defend herself when she jumped off her stool to stand as well so they'd be at eye level for this little fight that was brewing. "And the worst part is, I don't even think you know you do it."
"What the hell are you talking about?" As weird as it may seem to someone else, watching Haley getting all worked up like she was, it was actually making Brooke want Haley more. As sweet as she was when she was relaxed, or as adorable as she was when she was nervous, she was sexy as hell when she was pissed off. "When have I ever done anything mean to you?"
"Not mentioning the two things we already talked about earlier," Haley began, getting ready to let Brooke have it. She had been keeping inside for so long, and it felt so amazingly good to finally get it all out. When Brooke had said it was going to be the two of them alone together all night, Haley wasn't sure what she was going to do. She had always had this sort of resentment towards the cheerleader. She knew Brooke was a good person, Peyton wouldn't be best friends with her if she wasn't, but she hated that Brooke wouldn't show that side of herself to her, that she insisted on acting like she didn't exist or on the odd days that she acknowledged her presence, she was beneath her. "I can name plenty of times."
"Well then, Miss Superior," Brooke bit back. "Why don't you start with naming one?"
"Dan's 'Kiss My Ass' party," Haley immediately answered, raising her eyebrow, daring Brooke to deny that she wasn't a completely bitch to her that night. Brooke opened her mouth to reply, but quickly closed it when she realized that Haley did have a point. "You completely humiliated me in front of all those cheerleaders and jocks. You made me feel so unwanted there, like I stuck out even more."
"I was drunk," Brooke offered weakly, knowing that wasn't an excuse. Despite what she had told Peyton the next morning, things hadn't actually been as fuzzy as she claimed. She remembered pretty much everything from that night, every hurtful thing she had done to someone, but she knew Haley was on the top of that list. "But you know what, I set you and Nathan up the next day to make up for it."
"I didn't care about that, Brooke," Haley told her, rolling her eyes at the fact that Brooke just didn't get it. "There is no me and Nathan, I wasn't mad or upset about that! When Lucas came into the Café and round me crying my eyes out on the floor, it wasn't because I was upset at what Nathan had supposedly done! I knew he didn't do that, I'm not stupid, you know? I give him a little bit more credit then that!"
"God, I'm sorry, okay?" Brooke shouted back, trying to push the heartbreaking image of Haley crying out of her mind. She couldn't think about that, that just killed her, especially knowing that she was the one that caused it. "Like I said the next morning; I was drunk, and pissed and I found your letter. If I could take it back, I would."
"That's bullshit, and you know it." Haley could feel her hands balling up into a fist as she thought back to that night, remembering how hurt she had felt. After Nathan had come to try to apologize, she stayed in the Café with the lights off. She ended up falling asleep in the back and remembered waking up to find Taylor shaking her and Karen standing behind her concerned. Boy had Taylor screamed at her for scaring the crap out of her when Haley hadn't come home that night. "You didn't care then, and I'm sure you'd just as easily do it all over again tomorrow."
"I would not," Brooke insisted, wanting to believe that more than anything. She liked Haley; maybe a little bit too much, that much was obvious, but that probably wouldn't matter much when they got to school on Monday. As much as she hated to admit it to Haley, and to herself, she was scared that she'd do exactly like she did the other times they had bonded; she'd ditch her the next day and pretend she didn't exist.
"Yes, you would," Haley insisted, completely believing her words. She wasn't stupid; she knew what was going on here. She had fallen for it enough times to know that she shouldn't get her hopes up. She knew that her and Brooke weren't going to be best friends the next day. "I've seen Breakfast Club, Brooke, I know what happens on Monday."
"Even if I do ignore you on Monday," Brooke began, making sure to keep the sadness out of her voice so Haley wouldn't be able to pick up on how much that thought hurt Brooke. "That doesn't mean I'm going to be cruel to you."
"Whatever," Haley shot back; hating the fact that she knew Brooke was right. She couldn't really think of any examples, other than the one at the party, where Brooke have gone out of her way to say something mean or rude to her. Brooke was right, she pretty much just ignored her presence, but on most occasions, that hurt more than anything she could have said. "The point is, you're going to ignore me, and pretend that this entire night didn't happen, just like you did two months ago and just like you did in grade two."
"You don't know that," Brooke argued, though it was clearly half-heartedly. She knew Haley was right and she knew that Haley knew that as well, but she couldn't bring herself to admit it. Haley let out a bitter laugh and shook her head.
"I do know that, Brooke," Haley answered, almost hissing at her. How could Brooke think she was so stupid? "See, unlike you, I can honestly say that I know what you are going to do. I'm in a position to say that I know you, because I do. At least I know you well enough to know that you think I'm beneath you and that being seen in public with me would completely humiliate you."
"That's not what I mean…" Brooke tried, her voice immediately softening when she heard the wavering in Haley's voice. She didn't know why it had taken her so long to notice that Haley anger was just a front for her sadness. Of course Haley would be upset at her for insinuating that she knew her when Brooke had gone out of her way twice to have nothing to do with her. Ignoring the CD player as the Spice Girls slowly came to an end, Brooke stepped forward in an attempt to end this argument. "I'm sorry that I…"
"Save it," Haley quickly stepped away, moving away from Brooke so that they were now in each other's previous spots, Haley with her back to the counter, feeling trapped in. "I'm not buying your BS this time, Brookie. I don't know what I was smoking the last time I was naïve enough to believe that you'd actually want to be friends with me, but I have a clear head right now, and you're not gonna fool me. Not this time. I'm not going to let myself get hurt like that again."
The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful
Stop me and steal my breath
Emeralds from mountains thrust toward the sky
Never revealing their depth
Tell me that we belong together
Dress it up with the trappings of love
I'll be captivated
I'll hang from your lips
Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above
"Haley, I really didn't…" the taller brunette attempted to apologize again, moving closer to Haley again. This time, however, Haley had nowhere to go since the counter was behind her, so instead she stood tall, holding her ground.
"I've excepted that you're a bitch Brooke," Haley snapped, sending Brooke a glare that could kill a normal person on sight. For Brooke, however, it had a completely different effect. Well the words stung a little bit, Brooke knew them to be true, and heard them enough to be almost unaffected by them. What got Brooke was the look in Haley's eyes. It wasn't just the sadness in them, but the pure anger and rage that she could see that was turning her on.
She's a cheerleader and the most popular girl at Tree Hill High. Yes, she had witnessed fights before, she had been in screaming matches that were legendary, but not once could she ever remember seeing so much emotion and rage swimming in the other person's eyes. She suspected it was because anything that she had argued at school about with Bevin or Theresa wasn't something that either of them really cared about; it wasn't something that hurt them, something that truly upset them. Normally, it was just about makeup or boys.
With Haley, it was like everything she felt was on display for Brooke to see. All the pain and all the emotion she was feeling at that moment was clear for Brooke to see, and although that obviously broke her heart, she felt it warm at the same time, feeling somewhat closer to Haley, being able to see and to know everything that she was feeling at that moment, though anyone else would be able to see it as well.
She loved that Haley was so easy to read. She loved the way that Haley wore her heart on her sleeve, even though it was obviously going to get broken there. Anyone else would think that Haley was naïve to do that, but Brooke didn't think so. With all the pain that Haley had gone through with her parents and the kids at school, and her, there was no way that Haley could be naïve about stuff like that. Haley James was too smart for that.
"I excepted that two months ago when you turned your back on me in the courtyard," Haley continued, having absolutely no idea what was swirling around in Brooke's head. She was silently cursing herself for letting everything out like she was, but she needed to. Otherwise, it was likely to come out at an even worse time, when there were more people around to witness her break down. "And you know what, for a second there, earlier tonight, you had me fooled. I actually thought; 'Hey, she's not so bad. Maybe I'm wrong about her, maybe she didn't mean to hurt me before. Maybe she does like me.' What an idiot I was, huh?"
"I do like you Haley," Brooke tried to tell her. More than I should, Tutor Girl. She didn't want Haley to know that she liked her, at least not how much she liked her, but she couldn't stand to hear Haley talking down about herself like that. "I'm sorry that I said I know you, I shouldn't have said that."
I'll be your crying shoulder
I'll be love suicide
I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life
"No, you shouldn't have," Haley quickly agreed, not caring that Brooke was admitting that she was wrong. She was too angry and had too many things stored up inside of her to stop now, even if Brooke was yelling back. "You don't know because you've never wanted to know me. You have chances and you spit on them, so don't you dare say that you ever know me again."
"God, Haley, overreact, much?" Brooke finally sighed. She was all for letting your inner bitch out, and she thought it was a good thing that Haley was finally saying what she had apparently been dying to say all her life, but she wasn't about to stand there and get ripped apart for some innocent comment that was just meant to make her feel better. "I didn't mean anything by it. It was supposed to mean that you are a good person and that is so obvious that you love your sister. I'm sorry, I wasn't aware that was a crime!"
"Oh, so now you're telling me how to feel?" Brooke rolled her eyes and let out a groan, trying to figure out how the hell she was going to get Haley to calm the hell down. Sure, she was hot when she was yelling, but she was really starting to prefer the cute and adorable shy Haley. She was much nicer.
"No, I wasn't telling you…"
"I'm not one of your brainless minions," Haley snapped, not missing a single beat. She was just way too good at this for Brooke's liking. Not even she, Queen Bitch was Tree Hill could get a word in edgewise. "Though I bet you know me as well as you know them. You can't boss me around, I'm not gonna follow you like you're the Queen of the God Damn World!"
"That would be cool," Brooke commented. Haley seemed to ignore whatever the hell she said, so she figured it didn't matter what she said at this point in time. Just as she suspected, Haley didn't give her words a second thought. If she even gave them a first one.
Rain falls angry on the tin roof
As we lie awake in my bed
You're my survival
You're my living proof
My love is alive and not dead
"That's your problem, Brooke," Haley ranted, barely remembering to take a breath in between her comments. "You think the world revolves around you. You're so damn worried about your precious imagine that you don't care about how that makes everyone else feel. That's exactly why you could never be friends with a person like me."
"God, will you just shut up for like two seconds!" Brooke finally screamed, not being able to take it anymore. "You talk about me not knowing, and yet you're going to stand there and read off all of my problems like you're my therapist or something? You are such a hypocrite."
"You shouldn't use words when you don't know their meanings, Brookie."
"Oh yeah, that's right," Brooke shot back, throwing her hands in the air as if Haley had just stated the most obvious thing in the world. "I forgot that just because I'm pretty and popular and caption of the cheerleading squad, that means that I'm an idiot. Talk about stereotypes there, Tutor Girl."
"I told you to stop calling me that," Haley hissed, narrowing her eyes at Brooke, even more pissed off that Brooke would dare to scream back at her. She knew that she was overreacting and she knew that she was doing exactly what she was mad at Brooke for doing, but she normally didn't think clearly when she was screaming at people. Brooke raised her eyebrow, smirking at Haley's dislike for the name, or at least the way she had used it.
"What's wrong with Tutor Girl?" Brooke asked, taking a step forward. She knew that Haley didn't really hate it; it was pretty much the principle of the matter at this point. "I thought that I didn't know you, so I just figured that it wouldn't be right for me to use your name."
"It's about respect, Brooke," Haley explained, after a moment of trying to figure out a reply to that. Brooke did have a point. Damn, she hated when people threw her words back in her face like that. It didn't happen very often, but she hated it when it did. "It's like just because I'm not some pretty cheerleader with blonde hair, you don't have to bother to know my name."
"There are so many things wrong with that sentence," Brooke told her, trying to stop the smile from breaking out on her face. Like she thought before, Haley was incredibly hot when she was angry, but at the same time, it amazed Brooke that she could still be adorable. Just the fact that Haley was getting the wrong impression about everything was pretty funny. She knew she shouldn't be laughing or thinking she was bring cute, since the things Haley was talking about were very serious in her general and extremely important to her, but Brooke couldn't help it. She was smitten, it seemed.
Tell me that we belong together
Dress it up with the trappings of love
I'll be captivated
I'll hang from your lips
Instead of the gallows
Of heartache that hang from above
"Like what?"
"For starters, you're pretty, and I can't imagine how you couldn't see that," she started, hoping the comment would get her on Haley's good side. Brooke smirked at the surprised look on her face. She took a strain of her hair in her hand and held it up for Haley to see. "Second, I'm a brunette, too, dumbass."
"Don't call me a dumbass," Haley interrupted, but it was her turn to be ignored.
"And third," Brooke said, punctuating the word with a glare at Haley's attempt to interrupt her. "It's not about that at all. I give nicknames, that's my thing. I hardly ever call Peyton by her name and she's my best friend. She's P. Sawyer, Nathan's Boy Toy or Superstar, Tim is Dim, Lucas is Broody and you're Tutor Girl. If anything, you should feel lucky that I've deemed you special enough to have a nickname."
"I never asked for a nickname!"
"You call me Tigger," Brooke pointed out, still trying to wrap her head around what the big deal was. Nobody had ever complained about her use of nicknames before, so what the hell was Haley's problem? "What the hell is that about, anyway?"
"You bounce!" Haley shouted back. "It's not rocket science. And the only reason I started calling you that if because you wouldn't stop calling my Tutor Girl!"
"But that's my favorite nickname." Brooke could not believe that they were actually arguing over this. Considering how this whole screaming match started; about something important and serious that truly hurt Haley's feelings. They were now arguing over the lameness of each other's nicknames. They were very mature girls, if Brooke said so herself.
"And of course, it's all about what Brookie wants, isn't it?" And now they were back to Brooke's a selfish bitch. At least Brooke could understand why they would fight over that. Brooke closed her eyes in hopes of shutting Haley's crazy ranting out. She was really starting to hurt her head.
I'll be your crying shoulder
I'll be love suicide
I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life
"Haley…" Brooke tried to get her to stop.
"That's your big problem," Haley accused, pointing her index finger at her to get her point across. Brooke was having trouble keeping up with what her big problem was. There were so many she's named already. "You think that just because a few brainless cheerleaders and AV geeks drool all over you that we should all bow down to your every command."
"Haley…" Brooke tried again a little bit louder this time. She rolled her eyes at how ridiculous Haley was starting to sound.
"Well, new flash, Miss Davis," Haley shouted, moving a step closer to where Brooke was standing. "The world? Doesn't revolve around you! There are other people in the world that you need to share oxygen with. I'm not sure if you're aware of that fact, but I just wanted to let you know before you sucked it all up and took up the entire with your ego!
"Haley," Brooke tried once again to get her to calm down because she stopped making sense a while ago.
"What about me?" Haley asked, pointing at herself and staring at Brooke with wide eyes as if she was waiting for an actual answer. "Does it matter what I want? What if I actually hated the name Tutor Girl with a fiery passion and everytime you called me that it made me want to kill myself?" Brooke's eyes widened in alarm, terrified that was true. That was absolutely the last thing she wanted. Consider the nickname finished. "It doesn't make me want to kill myself! I'm not that pathetic."
"Haley…"
"I'm just saying, what if it did? Would it matter to anyone if I asked them to stop? Would they actually listen to me in the spirit of not making me commit suicide, or would Queen Brooke have to make an official announcement declaring the name be stricken from her Palace? If that's the case, you can take your crown and shove it up you ass…"
"HALEY!" Brooke screamed, finally reaching the end of her rope. Haley literally jumped at her scream and stare at her with wide eyes, as if just realizing that she had been trying to get her attention for the last two minutes.
"What?" Haley panted, out of breath from her no stop rant. She stared at Brooke, her expression blank, but her eyes still holding all the passion, anger and rage she was feeling. Brooke held her gaze, not sure what she wanted to do now that she actually had Haley's attention.
I've dropped out
Burned up
Fought my way back from the dead
Tuned in
Turned on
Remembered the things you said
"I…I just… I was trying to…I…" she stammered, desperate to find the words that she wanted to say. She took a step forward, opening her mouth to say something, before shutting it again, the lump in the back of her throat preventing her from saying anything. She moved her arms slightly in front of her, not knowing what to do with them
She watched the rise and fall of Haley's chest as she tried to catch her breath, hopefully not for her next round of screaming. Her still slightly wet hair and all over the place, some in her face, some behind her ears and some resting on her shoulders. Her lips were parted as she inhaled and exhaled. Haley was looking at her expectantly, her eyes narrowed. Still, Brooke couldn't look away. Brooke had never seen Haley look hotter. She was mesmerized.
Letting out a growl of frustration at her inability to find the right words, Brooke finally just lunged forward, taking Haley's face in between her hands and pressing her lips hard against her's. Before Haley react, whether it was going to be to push her away or pull her closer, Brooke pressed her body harder against her's, forcing her to stumble backwards until her back was flat against the counter.
Moving her hands off of Haley's face, she placed them on the counter on either side of Haley's waist, moving even closer for maximum contact. She had her eyes closed tight and her mind practically shut off. She had no idea what had come over her, but she just needed to feel Haley's body against her's, and she didn't know why.
She wasn't going to analyze it and she wasn't going to think about all the millions of repercussion her action was going to have. All she was wanted to do was live in the moment and enjoy it in all its glory, knowing it was probably going to be the only time she was ever going to be this close to Haley James.
I'll be your crying shoulder
I'll be love suicide
I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life
Haley's mind was running a hundred miles a minute, along with Brooke's. She couldn't believe what was happening. Was Brooke Davis, the most popular girl at Tree Hill High, the girl same Brooke Davis she had just spent the last five minutes bitching out, kissing her? It seemed so.
As if just realizing what the hell was going on, Haley's mind snap right into gear and sent the message to her lips to get into gear and do something. This was probably going to be the only time she was ever going to get to kiss Brooke Davis; there was no way in hell she was going to let it pass without full tasting every inch of Brooke she could get.
Having a mind of their own, Haley's slightly shaking hands moved away from her sides and attached themselves to the first place on Brooke's body they could find. Her right hand found its way into Brooke's newly dried hair and her left hand roamed up and down her back.
The moment she felt Haley starting to kiss her back, Brooke felt her knees go weak and her heart flutter at the same time. Despite being who she was and the amount of guys that would give anything to be with her, she had been beginning to worry that kissing Haley was a huge mistake that she was going to regret for the rest of her life. But when she Haley's hands on her and her lips starting to move with her's, she was so filled with relief and pleasant, she almost lost her balance.
Deciding she had nothing to lose at this point, Brooke moved her right hand off the counter and onto the back on Haley's thigh. She wrapped her other arm around Haley's waist, pulling back from her lips slightly.
"Up," she instructed in a low husky voice. Without giving it a second of thought, Haley jumped up, allowing Brooke to lift her up and sit her on the counter. The moment she was in place, Brooke pushed Haley's legs apart, moving to stand in between them, to gain contact again.
"You taste so good," Haley moaned before Brooke brought their lips back together again in an even more heated kiss.
I'll be your crying shoulder
I'll be love suicide
I'll be better when I'm older
"You feel so good," Brooke countered in between kisses. Trying to think about it too much, she let her hands travel underneath Haley's shirt, her fingers running along the smooth skin of Haley's back. She felt Haley arch against her at the touch and she couldn't help but smile against the other girls lips.
Haley tried her best not to think about what she was doing too much, having never ever kissed anybody before. She had seen it in movies and on TV tones of times, but Lucas had told her it was nothing like that. They had practiced on their arms when they were 11, but she had never been good at it.
She decided to just follow Brooke's lead, biting the cheerleader's lip when she bit her's, battling her tongue for dominance. She was an over thinker by nature, Lucas, Taylor and Peyton always told her that. She couldn't help it. She was used to having an equation to solve a problem or a lesson plan to learn something. Unfortunately for her, there was nothing that was going to tell her how to do this.
Finally, she just decided to let herself go, to do what felt natural to her. Little did she know the effect her actions were having on Brooke, who was having trouble standing up straight.
Haley brought her arms up and wrapped them around Brooke's neck, relaxing against the other girl and going with the flow, letting her tongue do its magic. She wanted to enjoy this moment. It was her first kiss, after all.
I'll be the greatest fan of you life
...OUAT...
I know it was pretty anti-climatic and I hated the whole fight, but that's all I could come up with. So, please review. Thanks.