This chapter almost killed me to write, actually. But, don't worry too much, things will be more Naley-esque later. Oh, and I'm not a huge Taylor fan, so she'll get yelled at later, that ought to be fun. Thanks for the nice reviews, they're definitely making this all the more fun writing. (:
The question of what had just gone wrong plagued in Nathan's mind ever since the second he left Haley's bedroom. At first, she'd kissed him back, then suddenly...She'd rejected him like that? He knew that the towel had fallen, but he hadn't looked at her, or anything, and she could quite easily have just picked it up again. He'd expected for her to tell him it was all so sudden, or say she'd never realised he felt about her that way, but not tell him to leave. As much as he wasn't the kind of boy to be too egotistical, he still found that his ego was wounded as much as his heart ached for her, now.
"Fuck her." Nathan muttered to herself, startled, however, by the laugh which followed his words. Taylor. Looking towards her, he found himself unsure whether he wanted to go towards her or head down the stairs. She stood in the doorway of her bedroom in a dressing gown, and he very much doubted she was wearing anything underneath it.
"You know, I would, but for a start...She's my sister. And for another thing, I'd much rather fuck you."
Haley had rejected him. That was all he could think, but Taylor wanted him, even if she only wanted to sleep with him. Although he wouldn't ever admit it to anyone, he was a virgin, and what did it matter if he lost his virginity to the sister of the girl he loved? Sex was just sex as far as he was concerned. Like a dog enticed by the concept of a bone, he headed to her bedroom door, Haley stepping onto the landing just in time to hear the door slam shut, and see the outline of a male figure enter.
The sound of moaning and creaking bed springs made Haley sick to her stomach as she sat down in the kitchen. Her parents were out, as were the other James siblings, and her sister was upstairs with some random boy. Little did she know that said random boy was her best friend.
Guilt plagued the youngest James for rejecting him; in her heart, she knew she loved Nathan, there were untouched feelings for the boy she'd grown up with, but she didn't dare go there. If she and Nate got together, and things didn't work out for them, she wouldn't just lose her boyfriend, she'd lose her best friend, too. Staring at the blank screen of her cell phone, Haley hit the first speed dial and listened as it went straight to voice mail.
"Hey. It's me. Haley. Look, Nathan, we really need to talk. I'm sorry. It's not that I don't want...That, you know. It's just complicated. Especially considering I wasn't even dressed. Awkward. Well, I have some clothes on now, and I feel more than a little guilty, so maybe we could meet soon? Whatever."
With that, she hung up and listened as the noises from above seemed to quieten down. On several occasions she'd walked in on her sister having sex with a guy, and as embarrassing as it was, this time she needed advice. Maybe not Taylor-advice, but with no Quinn around to talk to, maybe Tay could prove to be good at something, for once. Cautiously heading up the stairs, she burst into the bedroom, hoping that the pair on the other side would be decent, or at least concealed by the bed sheets.
Horror filled her, and the world seemed to slow down. Taylor shouted her name, but all she saw was Nathan pulling his jeans back on. It seemed like a scene in one of the stupid movies she was often forced to watch, only this was very much real life. Choking back sobs, she backed away from the doorway, wondering how she'd ever trusted him, how she'd thought that she knew Nathan. Sleeping with Taylor wasn't just gross, it was degrading, and she'd always seen Nathan to be more than that.
It seemed he noticed her for the first time then, standing there half-dressed, he gave her open mouthed, wide eyed stare. It was obvious he felt the guilt which she'd been ridden with moments previously, but unlike her guilt, there was nothing he could do to make his better. Neither one of them dared speak, and it only made Haley feel like slapping Taylor, when she noticed she simply sat in the middle of the whole thing smirking. "You're a whore." She informed her sister emotionlessly, leaving the room, wishing she'd never had to walk in on that. Ever.
"Haley, wait!"
"No, Nathan. First off, you know what Taylor's like, how could you just...I can't believe you. And after kissing me? Sleeping with any girl is bad enough, but my sister? What are you trying to do?"
"You told me to leave!"
"I was confused. But you've just made things perfectly clear. I'm not even kidding, Nathan. Get out, and don't come back. Don't talk to me, don't even think about me."
Her tone portrayed that she wasn't joking, the thought of Nathan and Taylor together just made her want to cry, but tears would come, later. She wouldn't cry in front of Nathan, she wasn't going to show her weakness in front of him. Instead, she stormed down the stairs, not quite sure where she was going, but knowing more than anything that she'd rather be anywhere than in the presence of the two biggest traitors in history. Taylor could have Nathan for all she cared, it made no difference anymore. There was no way Haley James was ever forgiving Nathan Scott for sleeping with her sister. No chance in Hell.
