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Chapter Two

Nathan Scott

It's odd, you know, how everything can be fine one minute, and then before you know it, BOOM! Your girlfriend is practically a stranger. Well, maybe not so much 'Boom', and the stranger part is a little over-exaggerated, but apart from that, you get my gist.

I mean, Peyton has always been a little… uh, shall we say three dimensional? The way she is with our friends and the way she is when we're on our own is way different.

Okay, allow me to… what's that word again? Begins with an 'e'? Elba… Elaba… Damn, uh… Okay, whatever. Allow me to make things clear.

Peyton in public: confident, bitchy, vicious. In a word, perfect.

Peyton in private: Moody, sullen, playing with her little sketchpad. In a word, annoying.

"Come on Peyt," I say, standing up from the edge of her bed and moving over to where she is sat at her desk. "Let's do something?"

Peyton takes a deep breath and puts her pencil down. "Nathan, the only thing you're interested in doing, is doing it."

And…? Yeah, I fail to see a problem with this. Hey! I'm a teenage boy with hormones and shit, of course I'm interested in doing it.

"What's wrong with that?" I ask, leaning down and brushing Peyton's curly blonde hair away as I kiss the side of her neck. Peyton squirms out of the way and picks her pencil up again.

"I'm not in the mood," she says, drawing whatever it is that she's drawing.

I can't win. I mean, I kissed her neck for God's sake. She loves it when I do that. I lean back up again and pick my jacket up from the back of the door.

"Where are you going?" Peyton asks, looking up from her damn sketchbook for a second.

"I don't know," I shrug, resting my hand on the door knob. "To go find someone who wants to do it. What do you think? Shouldn't be too hard, right?"

Peyton pulls a sour face and slams her book down. "You're a real jerk! You know that?"

I smirk and open the door. "Yeah, well, you're a frigid tease. I guess we have a relationship made in heaven."

Peyton picks a porcelain figurine off her desk and throws it at me, but luckily - being a basketball star and everything - I use my super reflexes to yank the door shut in time and the sound of shattering porcelain reaches my ears.

And the ears of the three girls in the private common room, apparently.

"And this is Nathan," Haley James says to a girl I don't recognise. I almost whistle at how attractive she is and a smirk falls on my face again.

"Hey," I say, stepping towards the couch they're all sitting on and sitting down on the chair opposite. "I'm Nathan Scott, and you must be new."

The girl goes to open her mouth but Haley butts in.

"And as you can see, the genius doesn't miss a thing. Especially not when it comes to girls."

Let me tell you a little something about Haley James. The girl is… a bitch. She's the kind of girl who comes across as sweet and girly, but she has a tongue of pure venom. Seriously, many a jock at THH has been put down by her barbed tongue. But… it's not like I can't deal with it.

"Not all girls," I say, still looking at the new addition. "I mean, what's your name again? Hannah, Heather?" This is obviously directed at Haley.

Haley raises an eyebrow and rolls her eyes. "Oh yeah, that hurts Nathan. My whole life revolves around you remembering my name. Colour me devastated."

Trust me, she cares. I know she does because… Well, lets not get into that right now. Thinking of the stupid things I've done in the past isn't going to help my game.

"Hey Nathan," the third girl says, and because I was so busy being interested in the new girl and exchanging 'witty' banter with Haley, I didn't even realise she was there. Shame on me because Erica Marsh is one of my biggest assets at THH.

"Oh, hey Erica. I was saving the best till last," I say with a wink and a smirk. Erica grins and flutters her eyelashes, oblivious to Haley's eye roll and the new girls raised eyebrows.

"I have that paper you wanted for Geometry," Erica says.

"Erica!" Haley scolds. "I thought we agreed you'd stop doing that!"

God, I really can't stand that girl. Why I ever slept with her is completely beyond me.

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Hmm, so maybe I should elaborate (see, I remembered the word). Haley James and I have never really seen eye to eye. She's all prim and proper - a real catholic school girl type, and I'm... well, not. I'm into breaking the rules and having a good time. Basketball and smuggling booze into the school are more important to me than schoolwork and shit. I mean, who has the time? And I have many nerds willing to do my work for me. All it takes is a quick kiss behind the bike sheds and they're putty in my hands.

Anyway, I got kind of side tracked there. I was telling you about the time I slept with Haley James, right? My girlfriends roommate. Yeah, I'm not a nice person, but I've come to deal with that. I don't think I'm ever going to change, and for the moment I don't see the point. Me and Peyton may not get along because of it (and due to the fact that she's a moody bitch), but it's not like we're ever going to break up. Peyton needs me in order to stick to the status quo. Without me, she's just another popular girl like Rachel Gatina or Bevin Mirskey. With me, She's the popular girl who's going out with the popular guy.

So sleeping with her roommate didn't seem to much like a big deal. If Peyton ever found out, then we'd have the silent treatment for a while, and then we'd have make up sex - the best kind. Luckily she didn't, and Haley has never told her. I've got to hand it to the girl, she's good at keeping secrets.

So why did I do it? Would it sound lame to say I was having a bad time? Because I was. My dad was riding me about some scouts from Duke coming to our game against Bear Creek. That doesn't sound so bad, but then you haven't seen my dad. He's a control freak, everything has to be his way or no way at all. If you cross him, you'll regret it. He was ringing me constantly, I couldn't go to any parties, I couldn't drink, I was under 24-hour surveillance from Dean H and hating every second of it.

Oh, and then there was Mom. She'd showed up at the school pilled out of her head a week after being released from rehab demanding to see me. The whole school saw and all I could see in their eyes was pity. I hate pity.

Anyway, one night I'd somehow managed to sneak out of the watchful gaze of Dean H and went to a party held in Rachel's room/common room. We have them every now and then, and with the right money, whoever is on night duty in that part of the school turns a blind eye. Drugs and drink flowed free. I've never touched the latter because it would spoil my game, but as for the drink... well, lets just say retty soon I was telling everyone I loved them.

For some odd reason that I still haven't come to fathom, Haley was there. She looked really out of place in an oversized sweater - probably her friend Jake's - sat in a corner with her arms crossed. I would have thought she was a kill joy, but in that state I didn't have it in m to think bad about anyone.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, trying to be friendly because, lets face it, I was drunk.

Haley looked me in the eye and snarled at me - she actually snarled at me! "What do you want Nathan?" She asked, looking over my shoulder as if she was coming up with an escape plan in her mind. She probably was.

"Would you believe a conversation?" I asked, still pleasant as anything. Haley grabbed my drink then and sniffed it. "What are you doing?" I asked, grabbing my drink back and sniffing it too.

"I think you've been drugged. You should probably go to your room and drink some water. A lot of it, I wouldn't want you to be dehydrated for the big game on Friday."

"Oh, Haley," I said with a laugh. "You're kind of cute when you're... trying to be witty."

I remember Haley blushed then. She looked down at the floor and rubbed the back of her neck. "Will you go away?"

"No. See, I know me being here annoys you, so I'm going to stay."

"Fine, I really want you to stay."

"No you don't."

"God, am I that transparent?" Haley asked, cocking her head to the side. I could tell she was being sarcastic and that made her even more adorable. In my drunken state, of course.

"Actually, you're pretty... the opposite of transparent," I replied, reaching back and grabbing my drink from Rachel's desk.

"Opaque, Nathan?" Haley said, rolling her eyes.

"Whatever." I really wasn't in the mood for an English lesson. "I mean, you come across as this little angel, but everyone's got to have a bad side, right?"

"Well Nathan, you see... I'm into orgy's and S&M, not to mention the fact that I like to dabble in recreational drugs every now and then. See, cocaine is pretty intense, but heroine's my favourite. Wow, that stuff is good!"

"I think you're messing with me."

"And I think you're a genius," Haley said in an exaggerated voice. "Everyone has their secrets Nathan. Just because you're nice to me under the influence of alcohol doesn't mean I'm about to break down and reveal mine to you."

"I'll tell you mine," I said, actually starting to enjoy our conversation "What do you say? One of mine for one of yours."

"Why not, it's not like you're going to remember it in the morning."

"Really?"

"No!"

"Okay, so how about instead of a truth, you do a dare?"

Haley rolled her eyes. "Will you go away if I do?"

"Maybe."

"Fine then, go ahead and... no, wait a second. You should do a dare."

"As long as you promise to do one after me."

Haley bit her lip like she was thinking about it. "Fine."

"Cool. So we have a plan, right? Name the dare."

Haley smirked and raised her eyebrows and I remembered then and there that this girl hated me. If I wasn't so 'merry', I might have been a bit more worried. As it was, I was too busy trying to stare at her breasts beneath the thick cotton of her sweatshirt.

"Okay," she said, causing me to look up at her face again. "Go and spill your drink on Rachel."

Maybe I should take this moment to point out that Rachel and Haley really don't get on. I mean, Haley and the entire school practically don't get on - with the exception of Jake and my loser brother - but with her and Rachel... it's different. Everyone gives Haley a pretty easy time of it at school. She's not popular, but she doesn't harm anyone, and she can hold her own in any kind of an exchange so we leave her alone.

Rachel, on the other hand, doesn't.

For some reason, Rachel really hates Haley, and the feelings mutual. I think it has something to do with the fact that Rachel likes everyone to be under her thumb, and having someone so against everything she believes in, and not sucking up to her, really irks her. Haley just gets irked at anyone who speaks to her - with the exception of Jake and my loser brother. And now the new girl, apparently.

"She won't like that," I said, staring at Rachel in her brand new silk shirt.

"I know," Haley replied with a devilish gleam in her eyes. "But you'll do it anyway."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. You're Nathan Scott. You're pride and your ego won't allow you to back down."

And she was right. Besides, it could be worse. She could have asked me to pinch Tim's butt or something.

So I did it. I got up and casually made my way over to Rachel, who had her back to me talking to Vegas. I waited untl I was a step away from her and then tipped my cup down the back of her shirt.

"Nathan!" She gasped, turning to me with her brown eyes flashing. "What the hell!"

"Sorry," I shrugged. "The cup slipped."

Rachel shot me a filthy look and then pulled her shirt over her head, revealing fantastic breasts and a washboard stomach. Every boy in the room wolf-whistled and Rachel revelled in the attention. I made my way back to Haley.

"Well, that backfired," she said. "I should have known Rachel would turn it around to benefit her. She's good at that."

"Your turn," I said, watching her eyes knit together in a frown.

Haley sighed really loud and then faced me. "Fine, just make it quick."

"I dare you to kiss me."

No answer.

"Did you hear me? I said..."

"Yeah, I heard Nathan, I'm just trying to work out what drugs you're on."

I laughed and shook my head. "None. I swear. But I'm starting to think that maybe you're a bit obsessed."

"If I do this, I'm making yours really bad," she said.

"So, you're saying that you're up for another round?"

Haley pulled a face and took a deep breath. "Okay, lets do this," she said.

"You know, most girls would love to be in your position," I teased.

"Most girls have been in my position Casanova Scott," she replied. It was then that I realised she was a little tipsy too. I hadn't realised because of the lonliness and lack of love, but now I realised that her cup had emptied considerably since I'd sat down, and her eyes had a strange sheen to them. It was then that I also realised she was going to do it, but she needed a little push.

Now, you're probably wondering why I did it. I mean, Haley James is not my type. She's too short, too dark haired (she's blonde, but dark blonde), too bossy, too opinionated... well, you get the picture. But, it just seemed like with my dad ridinf my ass and my mom showing me up, I needed a break from ordinary. I needed to do something I wouldn't normally do.

I needed to kiss Haley.

So I did. I leaned in and pressed my lips on her. I didn't shove my tongue in her mouth or anything, like I normally do in a drunken fumble, but I did kiss hard. Pushing myself further and further forward until Haley's head was resting against the wall and I was leant over almost double.

After what seemed like hours but was probably only minutes (I know, how cli... clish... oh, you know, predictable, right?) I pulled away. Haley's eyes were still closed and she seemed to be trying to adapt to the fact that she'd just kissed Nathan Scott. Or Casanova Scott as she had called me earlier.

"So?" I ask. "Did I reach your expectations?"

Haley opened her eyes and took a deep breath. "I dare you to kiss me again."

This went on for quite a while, only it got more and more intense. First the tongues got involved, my somewhat experienced tongue massaging her obviously less experienced one.

Then the hands started wondering. My hand slipped under Haley's cotton sweatshirt, rubbing in circles up to her bra and her hand went under my shirt and up my back, down again to the waistband of my jeans. My hand slipped under her bra, her's slipped down my pants... well, you get the picture.

You're probably wondering why we didn't get caught, and honestly, I'm not completely sure. I mean, we were sat in a pretty private corner, in the space between Rachel's desk and the wall, and by the end of the night most people were in the common room. Besides that, most people probably thought it was just Nathan Scott fooling around behind his girlfriend's back again, and didn't realise the girl he was doing the foolin with was Haley James. Who knows, the fact is, we didn't get caught, which is why this ended up happening.

"I dare you to come back to my room with me," I whispered, my voice coarse with all the kissing and arousal. I was pretty sure my private parts were standing to attention, and while I could have walked up to Jane Anybody and got her to sleep with me, there was something about Haley James right then that was really turning me on.

Haley paused for only a second before kissing me again. Obviously I was having the same effect on her. Looking back, I know that I'd obviously just had too much to drink. There is no way I would sleep with Haley under normal circumstances. As for Haley, well, who knows? I mean, I am pretty hot.

Anyway, we snuck out of Rachel's room somehow. The fact that everyone was wasted by this point really helped. We made our way to my room on the other side of the building, pausing occasionally to make out. When we got to my room, we shut the door, collapsed onto the bed and... well, you can guess the rest.

When I woke up the next morning Haley was gone, and neither of us has mentioned that night. In fact, we don't even acknowledge it. It didn't happen.

Except... it did.

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AN: I changed my mind. This chapter was supposed to be a Haley one, but I was in a Nathan mood (hey, I'm always in a Nathan mood, but lets not get into that right now). I know that this seems a little OOC for Haley, but we'll get her POV when it's her chapter, which is the one after next I think. It depends what my muses have in store for me.

If you're reading The Con, don't worry, I have a chapter in the works for that too. Might even be up by tonight (well, today as it's already four in the morning over here. I have my first exam tomorrow and I'm revising in between writing.

Anyway, please Read and Review. Thanks!