Hey guys! Thank you soooo much for your awesome reviews! I really do appreciate them. Sorry this update took so long, I went away for a week and didn't have time! Also, this update is kind of blahh because it's a filler chapter setting up the stuff I have in store for Chapter 4 where major stuff will go down between Nathan and Haley! As I said before, this story will only be a few chapters. Next chapter could possibly be the last installment, however I have a feeling I will be doing 5 chapters, not 4. Just a heads up this will be coming to an end pretty soon!

Sorry for the lack of Naley this chapter... but don't worry! It's coming right up! ;)

Blue-Eyed Boy Meets Brown-Eyed Girl

Chapter 3

Okay, I seriously think I have this fatal complex where nothing I do ever goes as I hope it to. I mean ten minutes ago, I would have welcomed Brooke waltzing into my house. In fact, that was the whole reason I was up in my room. But now… well, hearing Brooke's voice means barreling away from Nathan – who by the way never kissed me because I jumped at the mere sound of her voice, and damn, did I want him to- and running down the stairs into the foyer where Brooke was.

"Brookie!" I say through a plastered smile. I can't be mad at her. I mean, even if the most gorgeous human being I have ever seen was about to kiss little ol' Haley James, the nerd-o girl, always in the shadow. No, no I can't be mad. Especially when Brooke called him. Nathan Scott is territory I can't cross.

"Hales!" She screeches, enveloping me into a hug. As soon as we pull away she starts talking to me in hushed tones.

"So, how is he?"

I have to keep myself from screaming he-so-hot-I-could-get-third-degree-burns-from-him, so instead I choose a more best-friend-rather-than-I-want-your-man kind of answer, "He's nice."

"Nice? Hales, boy toys can't just be nice. They need to be gorgeous-" He is.

"- and have a sexy as hell smile-" Oh yes he does.

"- and have those chiseled abs and bulging biceps that make you just want to have them throw you over their shoulder-" He definitely has that.

"- they can't just be nice."

"Well Brooke," I start, glancing up at the stairs as I hear footsteps approaching the top. I try to contain the blush creeping up my face, "why don't you just see for yourself he's right there."

Turning towards him, she looks. And I see it as it happens. She's got the look. The Brooke Davis I-just-found-my-next-prey-I-want-to-jump-his-bones-right-now kind of look. And this sends all my Grease-like dreams of frolicking on the sand with Nathan Scott into pieces. Not that I had been thinking about it that much, because you know, it wouldn't have happened. But you know…

Brooke glances over at me, widening her eyes then ever so slightly opens her lips to mumble at me something about Nathan being "more than just nice." And before we know it Nathan is right in front of us (with his shirt on… sadly).

While trying to think of something to say other than "Oh hey, this is Brooke Davis and by the way, did you almost just kiss me?" before the awkward silence was about to come over us… Brooke beat me to it.

"Hi, I'm Brooke," she chirped, her dimples clearly visible as she smiled her 1000-watt smile.

"Oh yeah, you were supposed to pick me up at the airport right?" He says, his perfect teeth stating each word.

"Yes… yes I was. But um, something came up and well, my faithful best bud Haley here," she states bumping the side of her hip to mine, "was able to save the day and pick you up instead."

I was about to say it was no problem, however Nathan chimed in first, "well I guess I have my own little knight-ess in shining armor then," before turning to look at me, that signature sexy smirk on his face.

At about the same time, Brooke turned to look at me with a somewhat confused look on her face. And I think was that – jealousy? Why Brooke Davis ever be jealous of me who knows, but one thing I do know is that right now my face is literally pink.

"Very funny Nathan," I state before turning uneasily to Brooke. I could tell she was trying to read my face. Did she know I liked him? Even if she did, it wouldn't matter. He doesn't like me. Upstairs was just um, a moment of weakness. Yeah. But I couldn't worry about that right now, right now I just wanted Lucas to get home so Nathan could go there – away from me- and this awkward triangle-like vibe that's happening right now can stop. "So Brooke do you know when Lucas will be home?"

"Actually I think he is now. Peyton just called me ten minutes ago and told me to meet them at the café so that's why I came here to get you guys."

"Oh great!" I say clapping my hands and turning towards the door, the two of them unmoved behind me. I was about to open the door when I heard Brooke as Nathan a very amusing question.

"Um Nathan, why is your shirt all wet and wrinkled? Don't you want to change?"

"It'll dry. I just um, had some trouble working the faucet upstairs that's all. Let's go."

And before I know it we're walking out the door and I have the distinct feeling that Nathan eyes are burning into the back of my head. I'm pretty sure Brooke's are too.

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We've been sitting in the café for a while now, chatting about this and that. The five of us are all wedged into a corner booth. I'm between Lucas and Brooke and Nathan's on the other side of Brooke which just so happens to be the opposite edge of the curve of me. And I also just so happen to notice that Brooke is ever-so-slightly edging her way away from me and against Nathan.

I'm broken out of my thoughts however, as Karen brings our food over to the table. After shoveling some fries into my mouth, dazing in and out of the conversation on various thoughts of Nathan and Brooke, I suddenly hear a conversation that has piqued my interest.

"So Nathan have you been scoping out any eye candy yet?" Lucas asks.

"I don't know about him but Brooke sure has," Peyton laughs, earning a death glare from Brooke.

Looking a bit uneasy, Nathan finally answers and I can't help but stare at his lips as he speaks. Gosh I'm such a groupie and I haven't even known this boy a full freakin' day! "Um, no, not yet at least."

And my heart that's been aflutter all afternoon is now being pelted by rocks. I mean, I know before I said he definitely didn't like me but I had that hope. Ya know? That little part of you that thinks what your saying could actually be wrong. That for once a guy like Nathan could actually like me and not someone perky and pretty… like Brooke. And now that glimmer of hope is gone.

"Dude are you serious? You're like the ladies man. I'd have thought you'd at least have nabbed Brooke by the time you met up with us here!"

"Lucas!" Brooke squealed, her face turning red as Peyton chuckled.

"Well Brookie, you know I love you but it's not like you move exactly slow…" Peyton chided as Brooke tried to hide her embarrassment. I on the other hand tried to stay out of the conversation. I don't need my babbling mouth getting me into even more trouble then my head has today! But one can only stay quiet for so long… like when you hear your name.

"Well in Brooke's defense I only met her about a half our ago. She didn't pick me up from the airport… Haley did."

I see Peyton give Brooke the eye for having dumped her job onto me but really it wasn't that bad. I mean, I only made a fool of myself in front of Lucas' super sexy cousin. No big deal. Really. Right?

"Well then you definitely didn't see any action then!" Lucas chuckled, as the whole group silenced and looked at him, a disgusted look coming over my face, which at the same time was rapidly turning a nice crimson.

"Lucas!" Brooke hissed for the second time in five minutes, before grabbing my hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. Was a really that much of a prude? Did people think of me as that kind of girl? Suddenly I wish I wasn't here. Like I could just go back in time before I even said yes to picking up Nathan from the airport… the fatal mistake that got me into this mess. Jeez, why do I put myself into such awkward situations!

"Haley I'm so sorry, I don't know what's gotten into him," Peyton apologizes, giving her boyfriend a nice hard punch on the shoulder.

"Ow!" Lucas squeals. "I'm sorry Hales. I'm just excited my cousin is here and I'm in guy talk mode. I forgot you girls were around. I honestly didn't mean anything by it."

"Well it's good to know that's what guys think about me," I snip before trying to push my way out of the both. "Could you and Peyton please let me out, I need some fresh air."

"Haley I-"

"I don't need your apology Lucas. I understand. What I do need though, is to get out of this booth!" And after some huffs and some puffs and several more apologies, I was finally let out of the booth with a little trip. Luck was on my side today however, seeing as I was able to catch myself instead of pummeling to the ground.

I was about to leave to walk off my anger, disappointment and frustration when I let one last thing slip from my mouth – and maybe a little to harshly at that, "Just to let you know Brooke. It was ME you were playing footsie with this whole time," before briskly walking out of the café and into the cool afternoon air.
There was one thing however, that did not miss my ears as I was pushing open the door and that was the distinct voice of Brooke stating, "But I wasn't playing footsie with anyone."

Which left only one other person. Nathan.