"UGH!" I groaned as I rubbed my head. I felt like I was gonna puke at any minute. I am never drinking again. Then I thought of last night which makes me wanna drink, which makes me wanna hurl. I groaned again as I rolled over and into someone. I heard him mumble something so I finally opened my eyes to see those gorgeous baby blues staring at me, our faces inches apart. I smiled at him briefly before dashing out of the room.

Last night really sucked.

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"You ok?" He asked as I lay back down on the bed.

"Hangover. I feel horrible." I whined as he started to laugh. He opened his mouth to say something but I new exactly what that was. "I know, I know. I shouldn't of drank that much. But Peyt was mad about you and took it out on me so…." I said giving him a look as he nodded and laughed.

"Why were you so upset when you found me?" He said turning totally serious as I closed my eyes. I was dreading this conversation so much.

"Well, I couldn't find my ride home, I was starting to feel really sick, and I found my boyfriend cheating on me." I said rushing the last part hoping he wouldn't hear. When he didn't say anything for a couple minutes I opened my eyes to find him staring at me intensely.

"Is he the one that did that." He said pointing towards my arm but never once breaking eye contact.

"Nate..." I said sighing as I finally looked down and covered my arm with a pillow. Within a minute he snatched the pillow away and grabbed my arm.

"Did he?" HE said with more force as he ran his finger over the totally visible bruise.

"Maybe." I whispered still not looking at him as a tear rolled down my cheek.

"He CHEATS on you then he did this! Jackass!" he said as I finally pulled my arm away.

"Just forget it. I can handle it."

"This isn't the first time!" He yelled getting up.

"Cheating-yes."

"HE"S HIT YOU BEFORE!"

"Not on purpose. I…I mean. It's my fault." I said jumping up to stand in front of a pacing Nathan, causing him to stop.

"YOUR FAULT!" he screamed causing me to take a step back. "Haley, if he hit you or does.' He said taking a deep shaky breath. He then stepped closer to me filling in the gap between us then continued, "it's his fault. He's probably screwed in the head. I mean…why would he hit you? Why…Why would stay with him?" he said looking down at me as I took a deep breath.

"I don't know." That's the truth. I really didn't. I guess it was a combination of two things. One was I was scared. Most of the times we had an OK relationship, but when it was bad…it was bad. I guess I was…terrified…. what would happen after it ended. Also I guess I thought he loved me. I mean he said he did and I believed him. Stupid right. But…I don't know. I don't know anything anymore.

"Haley?" Nathan said pulling me out of my thoughts as he pulled me in a hug. "It's going to be ok." He whispered in my ear as I laid my head on his shoulder. God, this would have been so much better if I didn't feel like crap.

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"It's all my fault." Brooke said hugging me for the millionth time. I went over her house and told her and Peyton what had happened. But not before me and Peyton apologized a thousand times for the previous night.

"If I didn't tick her off she wouldn't off gotten drunk and she wouldn't have a hangover. She'd be half better." Peyton said sending me an apologetic smile. I told them the part about find Josh but I still haven't told them about the hitting. I also made Nathan swear to never tell anyone. I just hope he keeps it. He was not happy about it but he finally did agree.

"I made her look for Nathan. She wouldn't of found him if I didn't force her." Brooke argued, putting her arm around my shoulder.

"I…" This was actually quite amusing. The two of them were fighting over who was worse and it kept going back and forth.

"Well, there's nothing worse then a heartache and a hangover." Peyton said patting my leg. Yeah, like that makes me feel any better.

"I was the one trying to set her and Nathan up!" Brooke said standing up as me and Peyton looked up at her with wide eyes. "Oops." She said laughing trying to shrug it off.

"How come all the good stuff happens when I'm not around." Peyton pouted as she and Brooke started laughing again.

"Whoa, stop! Brooke you did what now."

"Well, you and Nate looked so cute dancing together I…"

"You guysdid WHAT!" Peyton yelled standing up next toBrooke with her hands on her hips smiling.

"OW! Headache here." I said while lying down as my head started throbbing. I was also hoping they would drop it.

"You danced with him! Aw. How sweet!" She said as they laughed again. Nope they weren't going to.

"They were such a cute couple too." Brooke said to Peyton before she turned to me again. "Which is why I made it so you went home with him." She said smiling obviously proud of herself.

"Which led to me finding my cheating jackass of a boyfriend and some bar slut. Thanks." I said bitterly as I tried not to puke as the thought of them popped in my head.

"Well besides that you were cute. And I'm a good matchmaker." She said as Peyton started laughing and I chuckled.

"I am!" She whined as she collapsed on the bed.

"Broooke!" I moaned as I dashed out of the room for the second time that day.

"Think they're really over." Peyton said as she watched Haley run for the bathroom.

"I hope so. Not just because I like her and Nate but also because I don't like Josh. The guy creeps me out." Brooke said as she shivered.

"There was something weird going on." Peyton said as Brooke nodded.

"Going on where." I said walking back in the room to them both turn red and give each other looks.

"Nowhere." I was about to question them when my cell went off. I looked down at the caller id and saw Josh's name flash across the screen. I looked over at Brooke and Peyton and they both gave me looks of pity as the phone continued to ring. I looked down at it again and a picture of him and Brittany flashed in my mind and I fell to the floor sobbing. Peyton and Brooke immediately rushed over and pulled me into a hug as I continued tocry harder. I guess Peyton's right, there's nothing worse then heartache and a hangover.