One Tree Hill.

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Chapter 4.

Sunday.

Haley was cleaning the counter in the kitchen. She was nervous and angry. Tyler didn't talk to her since he found it the box. She stopped cleaning then...

Flashback

Haley was cleaning the counter in their kitchen. Nathan arrived."What are you doing?
"Just cleaning up."
Nathan put his hand on hers to make her stop. "Something's wrong?"
He moved closer to her and surrounded her waist with his arms. Haley pouted.
Nathan loved when she pout. He bent over her and kissed her forehead.
"You can tell me everything, Hales. You know it."
She nodded and put her head on his chest, smelling his perfume.

Flashback

She shook her head to erase this memorie.
"It's enough Haley! stop thinking about it! It's over! It's over for a long time!"
Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Haley walked there. She opened it. A smile appeared on her face.
"Lucas!"
He grinned, opening his arms to welcome her. She jumped and hugged him.
"Oh God! I'm so happy to see you!!" Lucas kissed her on her forehead.
"It's good to see you, Princess."
They came in. "Why are you here? Work?"
"No... Visits." He lowered his head. "You and... Nathan."
She nodded and smiled again. "Great. Wait." She ran to the stairs.
"Tyler! Uncle Lucas is here!"
Haley turned to Lucas excited. "I'm so happy!"
He took his hand and led her against him. "My nephew doesn't want to see me."
Haley looked up at Lucas.
"Sorry... He and I... He found the box."
Lucas shook his head. "You knew one day it would happen, Hales."
"I know..."
"What did he say? About Nathan?"
Haley hit him. "Sshh. He didn't know it's him. He just saw the pictures."
"What are you afraid of, Hales?" He paused following in the kitchen. "That his father is the best player of Bobcats?"
"No."
"Hales... He has to know."Haley lowered her head. "I know..."
Tyler arrived in the kitchen. "Uncle Lucas!"
"Hey!" Lucas and Tyler gave fine to each other. Haley looked at them lost in her mind. She took the dustclothe and cleant the corner of the counter discretely, to calm herself.

Nathan was sitting on his bed, his hands on his chest, looking at the ceiling. He felt the pain in his right shoulder. He put his hand on his shoulder and pain appeared on his face. He sat up, sighing. He contracted all his muscle, as if he did it, the pain disappeared thanks to his strenght. He opened his drawer and took the book. Page 23. He took the part where Haley was smiling. Why... Why now? Why I'm thinking about you whereas you hurt me so much and that I thought I'd forgotten you. Why? He stood up and walked to the fireplace who was in the living room, with the book in his hand. He crouched down in front of it and set the fire. He sighed. "Nate?" Nathan in his restlessness, threw one of the part of the picture in the fire.
"Damn!"
Sarah arrived in the living-room. "Something's wrong?" She asked, seeing him look at the fire.
"Nothing! Leave me alone!" Sarah jumped on herself, scared and surprised. Nathan went away to lock himself in the bathroom. The book was still in his hand. He sighed, angry and threw the book in the garbage can.

Monday.

Haley went out of the car who was parked in front of the house.
"Tyler!" She yelled. "We're gonna be late!"
The little boy went out, slowly. He closed the door slowly. Haley knew he did it to irritate her.
"I don't want to play today, Ty!"
He frowned and got into the car. Haley nodded. "Fine!" She started up. Their relations since Saturday's scene were very diificult.
"Maybe we should talk about..." Haley tried to begin.
"You know what?" Haley looked at her son, throught the review mirror.
"No... What?"
"The teacher talked about the Fathers & Sons' day." He stared at her, also looking at her in th review mirror. "What will I do?"
Haley sighed. "Tyler... It's really complicated... I know... I was wrong to hise your existence to your father and to you too..." She paused, her voice was cute. "But... I was young and you don't know about life, about all these things can happen..." She paused again. "I'm sorry, buddy. I tried... and about Fathers & Sons' day... you can ask uncle Lucas... I know he'll agree."
"I don't care about this day. It sucks."
They remained silent, without any words all along the way to School.

Nathan parked his car in front of the school. He looked around. Children were laughing, screaming, teasing each other. He smiled. He walked to the building and entered.
Nathan headed for the Headteacher's office.
"Hi... i'm Nathan Scott. I'm coming for practising." Nathan said to the secretary. She grinned.
"You can come in, Mister Foster is waiting for you." Nathan smiled and came in. The headteacher, a black tall man, was sitting at his desk.
"Good morning, sir." Nathan said.
"Oh! Nathan Scott!" The man stood up and went to greet him.
"Please, sit.
Nathan sat in front of Mr.Foster.
"Okay... It's a real pleasure to welcome you n our primary school."
"For me too."
"This is the list of the children who would like practise basketball."
Nathan took the paper and went over it. A name attracted him. Tyler Scott. This name echoed in his head. He laughed. "Another one... Scott. It's popular."
"He's a real good boy, very clever, nice and quiet."Nathan nodded, smiling. "Okay. When would you want we begin?"
"Tomorrow. I'll advertise the children of you coming, today."
"Fine."
They stood up.

Haley parked the car. Tyler went out without saying a word and ran to catch up his friends. Haley watched at him. She took her hand bag and closed the cardoor. She walked in direction of the enter.

Nathan said goodbye to Mr Foster and walkd in direction of the enter. He turned on the right in the corridor. He opened the door. He stopped himself seeing a young woman and he let her entering.
To thank the man who had let her enter, Haley looked up at him, smiling. "Thank..."

Their heart bounced and stopped.