Alright...i'm sure plenty of you guys hate me right now, for not updating in almsot a month, and for future chapters...keep in mind that this is a Naley, so that nasty Rathan won't last forever...anyway, i'm still totally dedicated to this story, but i had the biggest case of writers block ever...which is why this chap isn't nearly as long as the others...if you guys want, you can even leave suggestions. Hopefully i still have readers!!!
Chapter 8
"Nathan?"
Standing outside Rachel's doorway, I see a very tired and confused Nathan Scott…wearing only boxers.
"Haley? Woah." He says light-headedly and moves his right hand up to his forehead, though I have a feeling the headache is only beginning.
A few minutes earlier
With closed eyes, Nathan casually moved his arm across the bed, searching for comfort and upon not finding it, he groaned. "Haley." He subconsciously whispered; as if saying her name would make her appear. Finally deciding to open his eyes, he did so, then quickly shut them tight again, the hangover already setting in.
"Ahh. Too damn bright." He complained, and then slightly opened one eye.
"What the hell?" He wasn't in Haley's room. As a matter of fact, he wasn't sure which room he was in, but it definitely wasn't hers. The walls were adorned with pictures of models and fashion icons, compared to Haley's, which consisted of music bands and cities in Europe.
His eyes wandered to a picture frame, which had a picture of Bevin and Theresa inside. "Dear God. Did I hook up with Theresa?!" He wondered, slightly panicked. The details of last night were pretty shady; the only reason Nathan knew he'd gotten some was because he felt completely relaxed right now, which normally happened. "How drunk was I?" He rubbed his head, trying to remember details of last night, but failed miserably. Realizing he was only in his boxers, he quickly spotted his basketball shorts on the floor nearby.
As Nathan got out of bed to pick them up, someone walked into the room. "Hey baby." The voice purred. "Ready for Round 2?"
He whipped his head around; Rachel was leaning on the doorframe, arms folded across her chest, smirking slightly. Her hair was down, and she was wearing a white tank top and a pair of small black shorts. Her smirk grew wider when she noticed Nathan was checking her out. "Like what you see?"
Nathan averted his eyes. "Uhhh…yeah…where's Haley?" He asked, changing the subject.
"Probably in her room, sleeping. It's only like six o' clock."
"Then what are you doing up?"
"I'm going for a run. You know, burn off all those calories from the beer last night. Though, you might've done it for me during the after-party." She winked at him, and she crossed the room to sit in her computer chair.
"So we definitely, ya know..." He began.
"Had sex? Got it on? Did it like they do it on the discovery channel? Take your pick, I'm pretty sure we did them all." Rachel's smirk grew wider.
"Whoa." He said, rubbing his forehead. "How the hell did that happen?" He asked grinning. He knew Rachel well enough to know that she'd see the humor in this situation too.
"No idea." She smiled back. "You came downstairs all drunk looking for something, I think." Next thing I know, I wake up next to a naked Nathan Scott. Let me tell ya, those rumors I've heard, are definitely not just rumors." She said, while Nathan half-smirked, half-blushed.
After a few moments of silence, Rachel stood up. "Anyway, I'm going for a run. I left a note but I'm not sure if Haley will be up to check it, so tell her when you see her." She walked out of the room, and Nathan got a sudden flashback of red hair waving in his face. Soon other memories of last night flooded him, and he sank back into Rachel's bed to enjoy every moment of what he thought he didn't remember.
After awhile, Nathan thought he heard someone stirring around the house. He moved and silently opened the door, and turning around he closed it behind him. "Nathan?" Haley's voice was just as confused as he was, and he already knew the situation.
"Haley." He smiled.
Back to Haley's POV"What are you doing?" I ask him; he doesn't seem as dazed as he was a minute ago.
"Uhh…Rachel and I kinda hooked up last night."
The words hit me like a punch in the gut, my only hope is that he didn't notice. Well, that, and hopefully he's lying.
"You're kidding, right?"
"Uhhh…not exactly."
"Wha-? How?"
"Errr…I'm not exactly sure." He looks at me with guilt in his eyes, along with another emotion that I can't decipher.
FlashbackNathan wandered down the stairs, idling searching for his phone. He had no idea where he might've left it; all he knew is that he'd left it on silent, so any chance of hearing it was out the window.
"God damn-" He slurred as he stumbled over some random guy's body. He was tired, all he wanted to do was go back up to Haley's room and sleep.
He walked into the kitchen, remembering checking his messages in there from earlier. He half expected his dad to call and randomly chew his ass out for basketball; part of the reason Nathan almost always left his cell on silent.
A few people were still partying it up, playing beer pong with the few traces of beer that happened to be left. Rachel was in the center of it all, more drunk than Nathan could ever remember seeing her. She threw the ping-pong ball and missed by a long shot, as the opposing team threw a straight shot to a corner cup.
"Fuck. I'm so bad at this." Rachel pouted, which turned into a giggle in a matter of seconds. She lifted the cup and downed the contents, afterwards shaking her head like she was starring in an Herbal Essences commercial.
Her drunken eyes caught Nathan's glazed ones. "Hey, Nathan!" She screamed, though he was only a few feet away. "You're the king at this! Will you do me a favor, and come help me out? I want to win at least once in this lifetime." She asked him flirtatiously.
Grinning, he walked over to her. "Rach, it's beer pong. Whether you win or lose, you always win." She smiled in response, and handed him the small plastic ball. He took it willingly, and tried to focus on the cups across the table. The opposing team had six cups compared to Rachel's two.
Carefully, he brought his arm up and threw the ball; it swiftly landed in a plastic cup. The guy at the end of the table smirked and downed the drink. "Yay Nathan!" Rachel cheered next to him.
They guy threw the ball, missing by a long shot. Nathan grabbed the ball, and managed to make another shot. Shot after shot the guy at the other end managed to become more wasted, as Rachel began to cheer louder. "It's like alcoholic basketball." She giggled, as if it were the funniest thing in the world. Nathan laughed along with her, it always amazed him how he played beer pong better when he was drunk, rather than sober.
Finally the opposing team got another shot in. Rachel grabbed the cup and began to drink. About halfway through Nathan took the cup from her. "Now, now, don't hog it all." He teased. "I worked hard for my alcohol." He drank the rest of the contents and tossed it aside.
Finally it was down to one cup each. The guy threw the ball; it bounced off the rim and rolled away across the floor. Nathan had long since put his arm around Rachel's waist, as she leaned into him, one arm resting on his shoulder, the other placed on top of his bare chest, idling running her fingers across it. Both were too drunk to realize what they were even doing, let alone care. Nathan held the ball, in position to throw it, when Rachel stopped him.
"Wait." She said, and Nathan glanced down.
"What's up?" He asked.
"Good Luck, I tend to bring it." She smiled, and leaned up to kiss him on his cheek.
She moved her head back down to rest on his chest, when he stopped her, placing his lips against hers in a soft kiss. She leaned up into it more, and then pulled away.
"We've got a game to win." She gave him a smirk, and he returned it.
Finally resting her head on him, he returned to the game. It was the final shot, and Nathan was feeling pretty cocky. He didn't aim for the cup at all, instead he tossed it straight to they guy's chest, where it bounced off and landed inside of the cup. The guy looked up in awe. "Is that even legal?"
"Hell yeah it is." Said a random spectator.
Rachel leaned up and hugged Nathan around the neck, then slowly brought her lips to his again. He reciprocated and slowly moved his arms to wrap around her waist. Slowly they headed upstairs.
End Flashback