If Only...

Disclaimer: Well do you honestly believe that I am Mark Schwan or some executive in The WB? Of course I own nothing.

Thanks a million for the reviews. I was thrilled; they keep me motivated so a big shout out to my first reviewers ever. I'll keep updating this as quickly as I can so please keep reading and reviewing. My hit counter thing says that over two hundred and twenty people read this so although that's great and a lot more than I expected, I'd love if some of you would send a quick message to let me know your thoughts on the story and where it's going. Anyway enough rambling... on with the story.

Nathan's P.O.V

Nathan was struggling for breath. He could see just a couple of inches of space left at the top of the limo. He dived under the water and tried to grab his uncle Cooper. The man who had taught him how to drive and hit on women. Not that he was interested in hitting on any women now. In fact only one woman had interested him for quite a while now. Thoughts of Haley motivated him and sent a sharp stab of pain through him. He couldn't leave her, he must rescue Cooper and Rachel. Haley would be so relieved that she couldn't be mad at him for diving in despite her desperately pleading with him not to go in. He realised that it was impossible to release Cooper because of his seat belt which was jammed. Surfacing for just a second-long enough to get just one gulp of the precious oxygen that was rapidly disappearing, he realised the irony of the situation. Is a safety device gonna cost them their lives?

Again he dived under the water and tried to loosen the belt. All kinds of debris cluttered the cab of the limo so he had a difficult time trying to get across to Rachel. He struggled to release the fiery red-head from her restraint. Finally he pulled her free and managed to drag her towards the door on the other side as it looked like it would be impossible to get out her own, passenger door. Opening the door proved to be an even more difficult task than he imagined. A combination of water pressure and a severe lack of oxygen conspired against the struggling teenager. It's impossible he thought downheartedly. A sudden wave of panic, desperation and dizziness swept over him. Although he had excellent stamina, courtesy of years of basketball training and daily runs, his body simply wasn't used to the lack of oxygen. The lack of oxygen to his brain began to jumble his thoughts and his last coherent tought before he fainted was 'If only I had listened to her.'

So thanks for reading- I really appreciate it. The next chapter will be up very shortly and the story will take a little twist.