Surprise! I just found this on my computer and quickly fixed it up and wanted to add it to this fic.

This is loosely based on RaeLynn's song "Boyfriend"- also a favorite.

Thanks for all the feedback!

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Let's be honest, we don't got a lot in common when it comes down to it

You can take his breath away and light up every room when you walk through it

But I don't want your six foot legs and angel face and sophistication

Don't really wanna cause a scene but girl you've got everything

And I want your boyfriend

A menacing scowl crumples over Haley's face as she repeatedly stabs her salad with the prongs of her fork. She was fine up until about five minutes ago, peacefully enjoying the quietness of the break room, until Queen Slut came waltzing in with her perfect freaking hair, and her perfect freaking clothes.

Haley rolls her eyes, mimicking the bitch's voice in her head, "Morning, Hales."

Ugh! Could she be any more fake? Haley grumbled silently.

She stabs another piece of lettuce.

Bitch.

Plus, no one calls her 'Hales' anymore, well, except for… him.

But, Haley mustered her own smile, pretending not to be affected by her presence, watching under her eyelids as the bitch poured a steaming cup of coffee.

It would be a shame if she spilled it all over her skinny ass, Haley thought ruefully.

She sighs. She doesn't want to hate Alex, really. She's sure the girl is probably… nice… but, she also has something Haley wants, and Haley doesn't like to share.

To make matters worse, he walks in, looking like the picture of sex.

A navy, Tree Hill Ravens polo, clings to his muscular form, causing Haley to nearly drool. And God, that smirk. It still has the same affect on her nearly eight years later.

She remembers the first time he smirked at her, in these very same halls of Tree Hill High. She was a meek, nerdy sophomore, and he was captain of the basketball team. Typical cliche. And, as every cliche is written, the jock fell for the nerd in a series of twisted events. They fell in love. He was her first… everything. She thought he was the one. Hell, she still has a tattoo of his jersey number above her ass. But, after dating for nearly three years, the couple split before college. He headed to Duke to pursue a career in the NBA, and she chased her lifelong dream of attending Stanford University for English Education.

They both took the break-up hard, but insisted it was for the best. They remained in contact, updating each other on big life events. It was a fairly amicable split, but Nathan never knew Haley would cry herself to sleep every night. Haley never knew Nathan claimed she was the one that got away.

Instead, they acted like friends. Correction: they acted like friendly co-workers, because that's where fate had brought them. It was funny, almost.

After blowing out a knee in college, Nathan's dreams of the NBA quickly deflated, causing him to pursue a career in physical education.

Haley, too homesick for her small town, left California after four years and ended back where she started: Tree Hill, North Carolina.

For the most part, her life is exactly what she always pictured it to be. She lives in a quaint home just off the coast of Carolina, teaches English, loves her students, has great friends, and family close by. The only thing missing? The love of her life. Eight years ago, this is exactly what she wanted—but when she dreamed of this, Nathan was next to her. As a husband. Not someone who shares coffee in the lunchroom.

She stabs another piece of lettuce, crunching hard on the leafy greens. This is definitely not what she pictured.

Alex was across the room, twirling a piece of black hair, smiling giddily at Nathan.

"Hey Miss. Dupree. Miss. James," Nathan says smoothly.

Haley can't help the blush infusing on her skin. She hates how the sound of his voice makes her shiver down to her toes.

"Hi," Alex grins cheekily, making her way over to Nathan and squeezing his bicep.

Haley nearly gags on her lunch.

Queen Slut has already taken her claim, as if Haley doesn't already know. Nathan started working at Tree Hill before Haley had even made it back from California, and unfortunately, that's when he must have met Queen Slut herself: Alex Dupree— the drama teacher.

She'd heard stories, so it didn't come as a complete surprise, but it was quite unfortunate to see them sucking face every morning before the bell rang.

It was like high school all over again, and Haley felt like the geeky wannabe. Alex was beautiful. She could have been a model. Apparently, she was some childhood actress and everyone just adored her.

I want your boyfriend

I'm not gonna lie

I'll be his girl when he tells you goodbye

Don't worry I won't take him 'cause I ain't that low

But I want your boyfriend, just thought you should know

This time, Haley stabs a tomato and she wishes it was Alex's tiny sized brain. She knows her behavior is completely irrational. It's not like she has a right to Nathan any longer. That ship sailed years ago. She can't hold him back, either. It wouldn't be fair.

Truth be told, Haley dated after their break-up, and one particular relationship lasted almost a year. But Nathan would always be her first love. It doesn't just disappear, and okay, seriously, she's not blind. The boy turned into one fine man, and she can't help but oggle every time he walks into a room.

Her thoughts begin to wander into dangerous and dirty territory. She remembers running her hands over every inch of that toned body. Sure, it might have been eight years ago, but Haley's sure she'd still be able to trace the same well defined lines with her eyes closed.

She remembers one night in the back of his truck, licking every inch of -

Oh God, Haley mentally scolds herself and feels her skin flush the deepest shade of red at the mere memory of a naked Nathan. Just like that, she reverts back into a blushing sixteen-year-old.

He and I go back so far

Oh my Gosh we lived in his first truck

First time we heard Shania Twain think we were on our way to love bug

And I know you think he loves you now, seen so many girls come in and out

It sounds a bit insensitive but the truth is what it is

Alex knows their history. Hell, all of Tree Hill knows they were once dubbed 'Naley' and one of the greatest couples to walk through the halls. Haley would never tell anyone this but sometimes during her college years, when she'd been jacked up on coffee writing a late night paper, her mind would wander and imagine she and Nathan getting back together again, settling into the life they'd both dreamed of sharing. Maybe, just maybe, her heart pulled her back to Tree Hill for that very same reason.

She was, by no means, naive. After their break-up, Nathan seemed to have reverted back to his former playboy days, and had a long line of busty bimbos throwing themselves at him.

Haley also knows Alex is most likely one of those… bimbos. Sure she probably keeps his bed warm at night, but she isn't the type of girl Nathan wants to end up with. She likes to think that even after all these years, the boy she fell in love with wouldn't just settle for a pretty face. And even if he doesn't end up with her, Haley hopes he will find someone worthy enough to have his heart.

Alex is a freakin' slut, Haley mentally tells to the voice she's conversing with inside her head. At least I have a better butt. Nathan likes a nice ass, and I know he still looks at mine from time to time. Win for Haley!

She smirks snidely. She's not one to gloat but it's nice when your sexy ex-boyfriend still checks you out. Total confident boost.

"How was your weekend, Hales?" Nathan's voice breaks her inner dialogue, and she snaps up from her salad. He still calls her Haley. Old habits die hard.

"Oh, uh, you know, the usual. Graded some papers and went shopping with Brooke," she tries to avoid his beautiful Neptune blue stare, but the attempt is futile. Haley drowns in his eyes every damn time.

"Sounds fun," he grins before taking a sip of his crappy coffee.

"Nathan and I went on a hike to Wrightsville Beach. It was so beautiful, wasn't it sweetie?" Queen Slut drapes herself across Nathan's arm, and Haley feels the salad coming back up. She bites her lip to withhold a sarcastic comment about how Nathan hates to be called 'sweetie.' She would know. Three years of dating obviously trumps three months. What an idiot.

"Um, yeah. It was nice." Nathan agrees, and Haley senses his discomfort. She fights another victorious smirk as their stares collide in a heated gaze.

Queen Slut had nothing on Haley James.

Don't know why you act so surprised

Can't you see it in his eyes

You must have known it all this time

I want your boyfriend

To tell you the truth

I'll be right there when he gets over you

What's meant to be always finds its way in the end

Haley gives it another month or so before Nathan realizes he's sick of Alex's incessant neediness. In fact, she's surprised he's lasted this long. The bitch must be good in bed, Haley gripes silently again.

Nathan's eyes are still on Haley. Her smile widens every so gently, and for a brief interval in time, they're transported back to high school. She could one day kiss him when they're alone. It'd be pretty easy, actually. She could seduce him one night at Tric, get him a little tipsy and drag him back to her place, but Haley doesn't have to resort to childish antics because she knows, what is meant to be will always find its way in the end.

Alex's vindictive smile is laced with a trace of jealousy. She might not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but she is not blind either. She always catches Nathan's lingering eyes and secret smiles with Haley. So, she leans upwards and pulls Nathan down for a long, wet kiss.

Haley doesn't even try to suppress her eyes from rolling.

"I've gotta go, Nate. I'll see you tonight though, right?" Her emphasis on the word 'tonight' is not missed. Haley clenches her jaw.

"Yep," he nods and watches her leave, then takes a seat across from Haley.

"So, she seems… nice." Haley tries, but knows has the ability to see right through her counterfeit smile.

A chuckle escapes his lips, "I guess so."

Her manicured eyebrows curve into high arches above her eyes, silently questioning his aloof tone.

Nathan expands his chest and breathes deeply. "I think, uh, I'm gonna end things with her."

"What?" Haley blinks, almost surprised it was this soon. "But I thought you really like her."

Nathan shrugs and leans over to pop a crouton in his mouth. Haley hates croutons in her salad, and she always pushed them to the side so he could eat them. They laugh softly at the memory.

"Yeah, but there's one problem," he grins.

"What's that?"

"She's not you, Hales."