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"Tay!" Haley whined loudly, her voice booming all throughout the house. She held back the giggle that almost escaped when she heard her older sister's groan from all the way upstairs.

"What!" Taylor screamed back, struggling to find the keys to her car. She was positive that she had left them in her room that morning when they had gotten back from the grocery store. She really needed to invest on one of those necklace key chains. She could so use one of those.

"I don't feel very good," she whined again. She glanced up to make sure that the blonde was still upstairs before she leaned forward so she could reach the coffee table that was just about a foot away.

"Give me a minute," she called back down. She looked around the room one last time, before throwing the shirt she was holding back down onto her messy floor and sighed. Letting out a frustrated groan, she finally gave up and turned on her heel, making her way out of her room and towards the stairs.

"What were you doing up there?" Haley asked, quickly pushing herself back onto the couch and attempting to look as sickly as she possibly could. A moment later, she spotted the blonde descending the stairs and before she knew it, her sister was in the living room with her.

"I can't find my car keys," she pouted, shuffling over to the couch and plopping down in front of her sister, turning her body sideways so she could place her hand on Haley's forehead to check her temperature.

"You mean these ones?" Haley asked, holding up the key chain she had just found on the coffee table a moment before. Taylor's mouth fell open and she immediately snatched the keys out of her little sister's hands.

"Where did you find those?"

"They were sitting on the table where you left them."

"I did not leave them there."

"Uh, then how did they get there?"

"You stole them out of my room and pretended to find them on the table because you knew that it would drive me insane." Haley looked at her blankly for a moment, giving her a second to rethink what she had just said. After a few moments had passed and Taylor still didn't say anything, Haley decided that she was sticking to her story. She opened her mouth to say something, but then changed her mind and smiled.

"Yes," she stated. "Yes, that's exactly what happened."

"I knew it," Taylor boasted. "Once a brat always a brat." Haley rolled her eyes and grabbed her sister's hand, placing it on her forehead again.

"I don't feel good," she pouted, sending Taylor the best puppy dog eyes that she could muster on such short notice. Taylor tossed the keys back onto the table and placed her other hand on Haley's forehead, closing her eyes for a moment to try to decide whether she felt warm or not.

"You feel fine," she decided, moving her hands down to rest on either sides of Haley's face, checking to see if her cheeks were warm or not. After a moment, she pulled her hands away, poking Haley's playfully in the nose before sitting back. "I think you're fine, Hay."

"But my stomach hurts," Haley told her, lifting up her baby blue t-shirt and pointing to the exposed skin, hoping Taylor would think she was being cute. Just as she expected, she say the blonde's face soften as she shifted in her spot, so she could get a good look at Haley's belly.

"Uh oh, that doesn't look so good," she teased, resting her hands on Haley's flat stomach as if she would be able to tell if Haley's stomach really did hurt or not.

"What?" Haley asked in confusion, trying to figure out if Taylor was being serious or just playing along. She jutted out her bottom lip and peered down at her stomach in fascination, trying to see what Taylor saw. "What is it?"

"I'm not sure, so don't freak out," Taylor warned, moving her other hand onto Haley's stomach as well. "But I think I see spot."

"A spot?"

"Yeah, a spot."

"What kind of spot?"

"The kind that needs this." Without giving anymore warning, she started tickling Haley's sides, laughing hysterically when her baby sister started screaming and flopping around on the couch, trying to escape her hands. She wouldn't let her go though, as she grabbed her around the waist and continued to torture her just like that had done when they were little.

"Tay!" Haley screamed out between her giggles. "Tay! Taylor, stop! Please stop!" Finally giving up, Taylor let out a laugh and dropped the young girl back onto the couch face first into a pillow. She stood up, pulled the pillow out from under Haley's face and smacked her in the back of the head with it before dropping it randomly on her back.

"You're going to school tomorrow," she told her, earning a muffled groan when she ruffled her hair as she walked back her. "I don't care what you're hiding from, you'll have to face it sooner or later, and you might as well get it over with."

"Bite me," Haley muttered, letting out a frustrated scream into the pillow. She was so not looking forward to seeing Brooke at school tomorrow. She had tried to forget about it all weekend, but like Taylor said, she couldn't hide from her forever. It was time to face the music.

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"I'm picking you up here at what time again?" Taylor asked as she pulled her car up to the curb of Tree Hill High School and parked it for the time being. She gave a wink to the few guys that shot a smile her way before turning to her little sister in the passenger seat.

"You have no standards, do you?" Haley questioned with a smirk on her face and a shake of her head. She sighed and unbuckled her seatbelt. "You totally winked at those guys. They're not even seniors."

"Oh, Hay, it doesn't mean anything," Taylor scoffed, surprised that her sister was making such a big deal out of nothing. So she winked at some 16 year old. It wasn't like she was some 35-year-old single mother looking for her very own Ashton. "So I winked, what's the big deal? It wouldn't hurt you to wink at a few guys once in a while, you know?"

"Maybe it would," Haley chuckled, reaching into the backseat to grab her bag. She didn't want to wink at anybody that wasn't Brooke, and she certainly didn't want anyone else that wasn't Brooke winking at her. She rolled her eyes slightly at her own pathetic thoughts and grabbed at the door handle. "Be here at four, I have to tutor Nathan after school."

"I'll be here," the blonde promised, leaning over and giving her sister a quick kiss on the cheek. "Maybe I'll be a little late so you guys can have a little bit more alone time together."

"I told you, it's not like that," Haley insisted, resisting the urge to scream it at the top of her lungs. She was so sick of people assuming that just because she was tutoring the hottest guy in school that she was doing him as well. She did have some self-control and dignity. And teenagers wonder why adults always write them off as horny idiots. "He said that he just wants to be friends. He's made it perfectly clear that he doesn't like me like that."

"Well, he must be crazy then," Taylor decided, getting the mistaken impression that Haley was disappointed in her current relationship status with the star basketball player. "He would have to be not to want to be with someone as amazing and funny and beautiful and smart as my little Haley-bub."

"Thanks, Tay," Haley said, smiling weakly at her. Yeah, she was talking about Nathan, but Haley couldn't help but think of Brooke. She liked to think that the same thing applied to the bubbly cheerleader, but it didn't help as much as it would have if Haley were pining away at Nathan. "See ya at four." She began to open the door and she even got a step out before Taylor continued talking.

"Have fun at school, baby." Taylor always did this. Everytime Haley got a ride with her older sister instead of with Peyton or Lucas; Taylor would shift into uncool mother mode to embarrass the poor girl. "And remember to eat your veggies at lunch! And don't talk to strangers!" Haley rolled her eyes and avoided eye contact with anyone that looked over at the crazy blonde girl in the car. Haley shut the door and bent back down and stuck her head into the window.

"Very funny, Taylor." The blonde flashed her the biggest smile possible, finding her antics quite amusing. Haley rolled her eyes yet again, just realizing that she did that quite a lot when she was with her sister, and pulled her head out of the window. As Haley started walking away, Taylor leaned over in her seat so her head was closer to the window her sister had just been leaning into.

"I love you, Haley-bub!" Taylor screamed at the top of her lungs. She began to laugh hysterically when Haley immediately quicken her pace and attempted to hide her face from all of the students looking at her. With one more laugh and shake of her head, Taylor put the car back in drive and pealed out of the parking lot, mildly missing Brooke and some of her ho posse on her way out.

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"Hey, Pey," Haley greeted as she approached the blonde at her locker. The girl that Peyton had been talking to gave a quick goodbye and hurried off down the hall, leaving the two friends alone.

"Hey, Hales, what's up?" Haley shrugged her shoulders, and turned to begin opening her locker. She had been surprised to see Peyton waiting for her at her locker; usually Lucas was standing there.

"Nothing much," she answered, swinging her bag to the front of her body so it would be easier to pile her books inside of it. Peyton watched her as she rested most of her weight on the locker beside her friend's.

"So," she began with a smile. "Word around school is that there was some crazy chick in the parking lot this morning, dropping some brunette girl off. She was screaming out all kinds of crazy stuff."

"Really?" Haley asked as if she had no idea what she was talking about. Giving Peyton a quick glance, she quickly buried her head in her locker and continued to grab books from the top shelf and shoving them into her bag. "That's weird. Who told you that?"

"That's what Carrie was just telling me," Peyton informed her with a smirk, nodding her head in the direction that her kinda friend had just gone off in, no doubt to spread her story to even more people. "She heard it from Lizzie, who heard it from Tommy, who heard it from Tim, who saw the whole thing."

"Crazy," Haley said with a nervous laugh, hoping that her friend didn't catch the obviousness in her voice. "I wonder who the poor girl was." Without another word, she quickly went back to flipping through her math book, trying to remember what they did on Friday so she knew whether or not she needed to bring it or not. Peyton watched Haley's nervous movements and her smile continued to get bigger. After another moment, she finally decided to stop torturing her friend.

"So, Taylor dropped you off this morning, huh?" she asked knowingly. Haley quickly shut her book and looked up at her friend with helpless eyes.

"She's insane!" she immediately told her curly haired friend, absently deciding to just leave the book in her locker. "She always does that. You would think I would have learned by now that I should just walk to school, but…"

"Aw, you love it," Peyton laughed, giving the other girl a light shove to get her laughing too. It worked, as Haley couldn't help but crack a smile at her permanently retarded older sister. "There's nobody you adore more than that completely crazy big sister of yours."

"Maybe," Haley admitted with a smile, laughing despite herself. Peyton was right after all; as much as she liked to pretend that Taylor got on her nerves when she pulled stunts like that, she really did want to be just like her big sister one day, even if Taylor had dropped out of college after one semester and moved back into their parents home.

"You're a horrible liar." Peyton shook her head and laughed at her friend as she blushed and stuck her head back into her locker to avoid any further teasing.

"Hello, best friend," came the annoyingly perking voice from the other side of Haley's locker. The moment Haley heard Brooke's voice; she felt her entire body freeze and her breath catch in her throat.

"Hey, B. Davis," Peyton greeted back, her smile from teasing Haley still in place. She was surprised that Brooke would come over to see her when she was with Haley, considering the brunette usually did everything she could to avoid the tutor, especially when she was with Peyton, but Peyton just figured that Brooke didn't realize she was with Haley. "What's up, guys?"

Haley silently cursed even more at that part. It was going to be hard enough to face Brooke after what happened on Friday night at all, and even worse with Peyton there, but with the entire cheerleading squad there to witness the heartbreak? That was almost too much. Before she could give herself a heart attack, Haley closed her eyes to clear her mind and took a deep breath and closed her locker door, making her presence known to the bubbly cheerleader.

"Brooke," Haley stated, not allowing any trace of any emotion into her voice. She couldn't be angry like she was, she couldn't be needy like she wished she wasn't, and she couldn't be sad like she hated herself for being.

Just like Haley had experienced moments ago, Brooke's felt her entire body tense up and lock the moment she saw Haley's face. She knew that she wasn't going to be able to go the whole day without seeing the other girl, especially considering they had math together, but she didn't think she would be forced to have to talk to her, and especially not this early in the day. She didn't know what to say to the other girl, not after everything that she had said to her that night when they were cuddling on the floor of the Café.

"Hey, Tutor Girl," was the only thing that she could get out. She could see Haley flinch at the name and had to fight the urge to wrap her up in a big hug. She could tell that after all that they had shared in the Café, it was like a punch to the gut that she would go back to calling her Tutor Girl, like nothing had ever happened.

The group stood there in uncomfortable silence. Peyton was looking between her two best friends worriedly, not sure what was going to happen. She didn't think that Brooke would ever be mean to Haley, but there was always the chance. There was also the chance that one of the other brainless cheerleaders might say something. It was because of moments like these that she tried to keep her friendship with Haley separate from her other world with Brooke.

"Okay," Peyton drew out, clapping her hands and getting all of the attention onto her and off of the awkwardness. "Well, sorry that your sister's such a loser, Hales. I'll see you in Math?" Haley nodded mutely, not even sure what the blonde was saying. All she could think about was the way that Brooke's lips had felt against her's. "Come on, Brookie. Let's go … elsewhere."

"But, I…" Without giving Brooke a chance to say whatever she was going to say, Peyton looped her arm through Brooke's and proceeded to drag Brooke down the hallway, away from Haley. Of course, the ho posse was quick to follow, but not without giving Haley one more dirty look.

"This should be a fun day," Haley muttered under her breath, watching as Brooke was dragged down the hall. Letting out a sigh of disappointment, Haley swung her bag back onto her back and shuffled her feet towards her homeroom.

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Haley was struggling to keep her eyes open as her teacher went on and on about something that she already knew everything about. It was times like these that she wished she wasn't so smart. Okay, maybe she could stop reading ahead as well.

She leaned her head on her hand and looked around the room. She wasn't surprised to see Peyton scribbling in her notebook, drawing another one of her broody drawings that were kind of starting to freak Haley out. Her eyes traveled to where Nathan and Tim were sitting, laughing at they folded up papers into airplanes and proceeded to through them at poor Billy Gibson when the teacher turned his back to write something on the board.

She rolled her eyes at them and scanned the classroom, her eyes finally landing on Brooke's empty desk in the second row. She didn't know why she was surprised that Brooke had skipped math today. It was the only class that they had together after all, and she was positive that Brooke wanted to have nothing to do with her.

She wasn't completely stupid, she had seen the dear caught in headlights look on Brooke's face the moment she saw her that morning. She got that Brooke wanted to pretend the whole thing didn't happen; it wasn't like she wasn't expecting that. The moment she woke up in the Café on Saturday morning, she knew that Brooke thought the whole thing was a mistake.

Everything that she had felt when they kissed, it was completely one sided. Everything that Brooke had told her, all the sweet words that she had feed her, they were all lies. Brooke just didn't want to be uncomfortable. She didn't know whether that was better or worse. She finally decided that anything would be better than what she was feeling right now. All she wanted to do was kiss Brooke again, to lie in her arms again. She would give anything to get that feeling back. But it looked like that was never going to happen because Brooke never wanted to look or talk to her again, let alone kiss her.

"Haley James?" the teachers voice broke through her thoughts. It amazed her how quickly she paid attention when her name was called. She felt everyone's eyes on her as the teacher walked over to her desk and handed the piece of paper that the office aid had just handed him before taking off. "Principle Turner would like to speak to you."

"Okay," she answered, glad to get out of class. It wasn't anything strange; it was probably something to do with tutoring. Giving Peyton's outstretched hand a high five as she walked by, Haley slipped out of the classroom without any more disruption and made her way down the deserted hallway.

Just as she began to whistle the song that had been stuck in her head all weekend, she felt a hand grab her arm and before she knew what happened, she was pulled into an empty janitor's closet. She didn't have a chance to scream or question what was happening, as her lips were immediately attacked with another familiar pair. She felt her entire body go numb as hands made their way over her hips and up the back of her shirt, her own hands moving without direction and getting tangled in long, soft hair. She knew who it was immediately, not that she knew of many people that would pull her into janitor's closet for a little mid class make out session.

"I'm … supposed … to be … going … to the …" she attempted to get out in between kisses. She didn't have a chance to continue though, as her entire mouth was forced open and covered by the other girl's. At that moment in time, she couldn't think of a single reason why she had been wasting her time in class for all these years when she could have been doing something like this. She could feel her knees starting to give out underneath her, but before she could fall, she felt soft hands place themselves on her hips, holding her exactly in place without breaking the kiss for even a single second. After minutes of their tongues dueling, she was finally allowed to breathe. She could feel the smile spread on her lips, she couldn't imagine how stupid she must look, but she honestly couldn't care less at the moment. All that mattered was them.

"Turner's not even here today," Brooke giggled, planting another kiss on Haley's already swollen lips. She smiled sweetly at her and brought one her hands up from Haley's hips and attempted to run her fingers through the other girls disheveled Haley in an effort to fix it. Haley looked at her in confusion for a moment, ignoring how soothing it felt to have Brooke's hands running through her hair like that, before she felt her heart flutter as she realized what Brooke had done.

"Did you…" She let the question hang in the air, assuming that Brooke would know what she was asking her. The bright, triumphant, shit eating grin that Brooke plastered on her face told her everything she needed to know. She looked like a kid that just tricked her inexperienced father into letting her stay up late to watch an R rated movie when her mother was away for the night.

"Maybe," Brooke answered cheekily with a slight shrug of her shoulder like she did things like that everyday. Haley closed her eyes for a fraction of a second as she realized that Brooke probably did do stunts like this everyday, with countless boys that meant nothing. She quickly brushed the twitch off and decided not to think about that kind of thing now, she should just focus on the fact that Brooke Davis, the girl that had been consuming her thoughts for the past 48 hours, had her hands running all over her body, making her feel things she had only read about in Danielle Steele novels.

"You're crazy," Haley told her with an adoring smile, trying her best to forget all about the depressing thoughts that had been filling her head in class just a few minutes before and the ones that had flooded her mind just mere seconds ago. She knew that what was happening wasn't what she wanted out of Brooke, but at this point in her pathetic love sick life, she would take any piece of Brooke that she was willing to give her, even if that would only make all of this worse.

Brooke could sense the small shift in Haley's attitude immediately because she had noticed the way that her beautiful face had fallen for that split second before going right back in that amazing smile that had been on Brooke's mind all weekend. She didn't know what the other girl was thinking, but she knew that it was her fault.

She knew that maybe this course of action wasn't the best way to go about things, but she just couldn't help it. When she saw Haley that morning at her locker, she felt all the butterflies in her stomach from Friday night return in that single moment that their eyes meet. Even in that crowded hallway, with all of her friends standing around her, it felt like she and Haley were the only ones there, and she had to remind herself that it was just her mind and heart playing tricks on her, she couldn't let herself kiss Haley the way that she wanted to.

She had tried all day to push all thoughts of Haley out of her head. It would make everything so much easier if she could just forget all about what had happened between them, how earth shatteringly amazing it had felt to be that close to Haley. A part of her wished that she could go the rest of her life without thinking about that night, but she knew that would never happen. It had felt too damn good to forget. And there was also that other part of her, perhaps a bigger part than the one that wanted her to forget, that wanted her to remember it, to remember every single little detail of that night.

She was already starting to forget about some of the other parts of the night, the pointless conversations that they had shared, the greetings that they had said, but she didn't think she could ever forget the way her body felt when she was kissing Haley, or the way her mind and heart were completely at ease for that little time that they had laid cuddling on the floor.

After two classes of wishing that she could forget everything, she realized that she never wanted to. If fact, she wanted to feel it again, she wanted to always feel the way that Haley made her feel. So she dropped by the office and got whichever lovesick office aid to promise to go to her math class fifteen minutes into it and tell Mr. Miller that Principle Turner wanted to see Haley James.

Of course she knew that this was probably just making matters worse for the both of them. As much as she wished things were different, she knew that she and Haley could never share the deep romantic, loving relationship that up until Friday she had never wanted. All that they could have, if they wanted anything, was physical. They would have to be Friends With Benefits.

There wasn't a part of Brooke that didn't cringe when she thought that, but there wasn't anything she could do. Correction, there was nothing that she was willing to do, at least not in this point in her young life. She hated thinking of poor, sweet, innocent Haley 'Tutor Girl' James being her, for lack of a better term, Fuck Buddy. Not that there would be any of that, she would never do that to Haley, not with knowing how special sex was to Haley. They would be Fuck Buddies without the fucking.

But just thinking about how amazing their relationship could and should be and then comparing it to what it was slowly becoming, it was enough to make Brooke completely rethink her whole idea of going about it. Imagining the look that she knew would be on Haley's face when she tried to explain what she wanted them to be was enough to make her pull away from the other girl, realizing how heartless she was being.

"What?" Haley asked in confusion when Brooke pulled away from her, a sudden serious look on her face. One minute Brooke was being flirty and sexy and now she was looking grave and serious. "Tigger?"

"Huh?" Brooke mumbled, snapping out of her thoughts and blinking her eyes a couple of times to bring everything back into focus. The moment she looked into Haley's eyes and saw all the desire and adoration and needing radiating out of them, she knew that she wouldn't be able to leave. It didn't matter if this relationship or arrangement completely destroyed the both of them, if it meant being with Haley, kissing Haley even just one more time, she would do it over and over. "Nothing, baby."

Haley felt her heart melt at the name and deciding to be bold for the first time in her life, she pushed herself off the wall of the closet, attacking Brooke's lips in a passionate kiss, pulling the other girl even closer to her as their bodies crashed around the room, all control over themselves lost.

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Sorry that it's not as long as it usually is, but I felt like writing it, and that's all I could think of for this chapter. Hope you enjoyed, please review to tell me what you thought. Love yahs.