Oh my gosh, you guys have no idea how excited I got when I saw that I had that many reviews for one chapter! Thank you all so much, and I'm really happy that you all like it! It seriously made my day!

Anyway, here's chapter two!

Oh and OTH yesterday was great! Loved the episode! I started crying when the dinner scene came on! Beautiful! And the wink that Nathan gave Haley when he was playing basketball with James Lucas! So HOT! Haha!

"Even though Bella and Edward had so many reasons not to stay together because of the dangers and the risks, they still couldn't bring themselves not to say no. Their love was too strong to just turn away from…" Mrs. Baker went on.

I finished the book a couple of days ago, so I didn't really see the need to listen to her describe last nights homework.

So I read more than we were supposed to, and it did require me to stay home all day Saturday to finish it. I'm a nerd, okay! But that book was way too good! Sure I'm not really a vampire kind of girl and I hate anything that has horror in it, but the connection of Bella and Edward kept me hooked.

I was about to tear out a piece of paper and start tonight's English homework, when something behind me flew onto my desk.

Brooke.

I opened the note and read, where were you this weekend?

I wrote back, I had a lot of hmwk. Sorry.

I made sure Mrs. Baker wasn't paying attention before I tossed the note back to Brooke.

She didn't write back.

Another hour passed before the bell rang. I gathered my stuff to leave but when I turned around Brooke was right there,

"Hi, what's up?" I asked slinging my bag onto my shoulder.

She gave me a weird look before answering, "are you okay?"

I smiled, "yeah, why wouldn't I be?" We started walking out of the classroom.

"I don't know, you just were really distant this weekend. After you left the party on Friday in a hurry, we never heard from you."

Ah, yes the party. The best night I have had in a long time.

"Yeah, I know I'm sorry. I just didn't feel good and on Saturday I was still feeling sick, then on Sunday I was swamped with schoolwork I didn't have time to call you. Sorry." I was getting better every day at lying; it was just rolling off the tongue.

Brooke still looked worried but was back to her bubbly self in no time, "well now that you're feeling better you and P. Sawyer are so going shopping with me this Friday."

"Brooke we just went shopping last Friday. Do we have to go again?" We had reached my locker by this point.

Brooke was student body president, so it was pretty obvious who had arranged the lockers. Conner was on my right, Lucas was on my left, Brooke, Peyton, Jake were on the other side of the hallway. Bevin and Skillz were just a couple of lockers down from my side of the hallway. It was perfect.

Perfect. I'm using that word a lot lately aren't I?

"Hey you," I heard a whisper say into my ear.

Disappointment. That's what filled my body when I realized who was next to me. I shouldn't be disappointed, I should be happy, excited, flushed. But I wasn't.

I turned my head towards him, "hey!" I kissed my boyfriend on the lips. A simple loving greeting, or at least I tried to make it that.

"Where were you this weekend? Your phone die or something?" Conner asked leaning against his locker.

"Oh, I didn't feel good and then I had a lot of homework. Sorry I didn't call you," I said trying to feel as guilty as I could.

"It's all right, I was just worried. Thought that maybe you had gotten kidnapped or something," he teased.

"Nope, no kidnapping. Just the flu."

"All right, ready to go to geo systems?"

I groaned, now that was not one of my favorite classes. Conner laughed as he took my bag from me and draped an arm over my shoulders.

Okay, the guy even carried my books! How great is that? So what the hell is wrong with me?

We reached Mr. Marks class and walked in. Conner and I took our usual seats, and I took out my binder.

I almost had a heart attack when I realized that my essay wasn't in my binder, and Conner noticed,

"What's wrong?"

"My essay isn't in here."

"Where do you remember putting it?"

I tried to re-trace my steps this morning. Got up, took a shower, ate breakfast, printed the essay out, ran downstairs, had a fight with Monica, then got into the car.

WAIT! I jumped up out of the chair and walked-no more like sprinted-to Mr. Mark's desk.

"What can I do you for Haley?"

"Umm Mr. Marks, I think I left my essay in the front seat of my car. Could I possibly go run and get it?"

"Sure, hurry back though!"

"Thank-you!"

I sprinted out of the classroom.

I had to walk a good five minutes just to get to the parking lot, my classroom was at the very back of the school. Tree Hill isn't a small school.

I walked over to my black Cadillac escalade- my mom is the richest women in Tree Hill.

I unlocked the door and opened the driver's door. I had to climb in just to reach over to the passenger seat, because my car was so big. And sure enough, it was lying right there. I let out a long relieved sigh- I would have killed myself if I had left that at home.

I grabbed it and climbed back out of the car. When I turned to head back into the school, I was yanked back and pushed up against my car. A pair of lips were now on mine, and I immediately wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders.

Nathan traced his tongue with my lips, begging for entrance-which I happily obliged. His tongue darted into my mouth and started outlining every part of my mouth. God I loved it when he kissed me.

The kiss intensified and Nathan ran his hands down behind my legs and lifted me up, my legs immediately going around his waist and my back still on the car.

Anyone could have walked by and saw us, but at that moment I really did not care. Because when Nathan was near me, everything in my mind went away and all thoughts were on him.

When breath became a necessity, he slowly broke away and rested his forehead on mine.

"Hi," I whispered after I had caught my breath.

He didn't say anything; instead he just bent down and kissed me again. This time it was slow, soft, and incredible.

When we broke away I asked, "what are you doing here?"

"Could ask you the same thing. Since when does little Ms. Perfect skip class?" He asked in a teasing voice.

There's that word again.

"I'm not, I just had to come and get this," I told him bringing my paper in front of his face.

We both stayed silent. We both just stared at one another, enjoying the moment.

"What class are you in?" He asked.

"Geo systems."

"And I'm guessing you wouldn't be up for skipping that would you?"

"You guessed right."

He then released me and I was back on my feet again, much to my displeasure.

He reached a hand out to my face and tucked a loose piece of my long, blonde, wavy hair behind my ear.

"Some day." He said sofly.

"Some day what?"

"Some day, your going to realize that this," he flicked his head towards the school, "isn't what you really want. And you're finally going to agree to come with me."

Maybe, maybe some day I might just get onto the back of his Harley and ride off with him. But that day would probably never come, and we both knew it.

He then turned his back and started walking towards his motorcycle. All I could do was stand there and watch him go.

We come from different worlds, I have a boyfriend, and this thing between us is just a phase.

That's what I always try and tell myself when I get an empty feeling in my heart when I watch him leave me. But I remember Conner, and push that feeling aside. For the time being anyway.

I turned the other way and headed back into the school, into my life, into my reality. Not before turning back around and watching my 'secret' drive out of the parking lot.

"Okay so I'm thinking that we do a basketball theme. What do you think?" Brooke asked us. We were currently at Karen's Café- Lucas's moms' café- and Brooke, Conner, Peyton, Jake and I were sitting at our regular table. A week had gone by in a hurry and it was Saturday, my favorite day of the week.

We were discussing Luke's surprise birthday party-well more like Brooke was. We were just nodding our heads going along with whatever she said.

"A basketball theme is a great idea B. Davis," Peyton said. We all knew- except Brooke of course- that her voice was very bored.

"Glad you think so Goldilocks! Oh and I have decided that you and tutor-girl are going to be in charge of the music. For some reason you two and Luke all listen to the same type of music- which is bad by the way."

Peyton scoffed, "oh really Brooke? And what kind of music do you listen to? Hannah Montana?"

We all snickered, "Hey! Hannah Montana is an amazing singer!" Brooke defended her idol.

"Right, okay. Haley?" I snapped my head up at Peyton, "why don't we show Brooke what bad music can do to a crowd."

I immediately got a smile on my face-I knew what my music partner in crime was thinking.

"Absolutely." Peyton and I grabbed one another's hand and made our way to the center of the café- there was more space there. Peyton walked over to the back of the counter and placed a small boom box on the top.

Peyton and I were waitresses here, so when it was just the two of us and it was closing time, her and I would go to the back, jam up the music and clean the dishes. So we had a couple of mixes lying around.

Peyton popped one in and one of our favorite songs came on.

I want you to want me

I need you to need me

I'd love you to love me

And I'm begging you to beg me

I want you to want me

I need you to need me

And I'd love you to love me

Peyton and I were dancing like crazy people, but we loved every minute of it. So did everyone else that was in the café, they were laughing and having a great time.

I'll shine up my old brown shoes

I put on a brand new shirt

I get home early from work

If you say that you love me

Dancing seriously gave me a sense of freedom, one of the many reasons I joined the cheer squad. It just let me forget about everything else in the world, just like a certain someone I might be sneaking around with.

When the last part of the song came on, Peyton and I sang along to it(more like sceamed) just like we always did,

I want you to want me

I want you to want me

I want you to want me

And I want you to want me

And the song ended with Peyton and I laughing and bowing at the applause we got. We both walked back to our booth,

"You two so planned that," Brooke said when we sat down.

"Now Brooke, Haley and I have no idea what you're talking about," Peyton said innocently and we all cracked up.

Conner brought his hand over my shoulder and pulled me closer to him, and spoke in my ear

"That song defianetly worked, I want you."

I blushed, not because of what he had said but how loud he had said it.

"Ew! Please keep it G rated kids. We are at a family restruant," Brooke said.

Everyone again started laughing again, except me. But the laughter was cut short when we all heard the sound of a very loud engine coming down the street. Nathan.

He came riding in to view and stopped across the street. My heart literally skipped beats.

Karen's Café was across from a small grocery store. Nathan got off his bike and walked inside of Buy-And-Go.

"God I hate that guy!" Conner said, breaking me out of my staring. "He thinks he and his gang own this town, it seriously makes me sick."

"Yeah, but he's hot!" Brooke said.

We all looked at her, my look more of a dagger but whatever-no one noticed.

"What?" She asked.

"You better make sure that never gets to Lucas, B. Davis. He will go and beat the living day lights out of the guy."

"You really think that Lucas could take him on?" I asked.

"Lucas could defiantly give up a strong fight, but I don't think he could hold off Nathan Scott," Peyton said.

We all silently agreed with her. The conversation about Lucas's party resumed, but my attention went back to the store across the street.

He was in there for about five minutes, but came back out outside holding a bag of something.

Sensing my eyes on him, he looked up. Right at me. No expression, no read in his eyes, just blank. Like a white piece of paper. But yet, I couldn't tear my eyes away from his. Like I always did, I shivered at his piercing gaze.

Conner noticing asked, "you cold babe?"

I turned my head away from the window and to my boyfriend, "no just the chills all of a sudden."

Conner buying the lie returned to his conversation with Jake, and I went back to the window.

He was already on his bike and starting the Harley. He never looked back at me.

After lunch at the café, I wasn't really up to getting a manicure with Brooke. I had already promised to go shopping with her yesterday; I was not going to give in again.

So I went home, not the best place to get away but I was too tired to go anywhere else.

When I walked into the house, I was greeted by silence.

Maybe, she's not home.

"Haley!?"

Damn it, spoke too soon.

I didn't reply, just walked out of the foyer and into the kitchen. I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and plopped by myself down onto a stool, waiting for the wrath of Elizabeth (Beth) James. My mother.

I heard loud, angry footsteps coming down the stairs and there she appeared at the doorway of the kitchen.

Many say that I am an exact replica of my mother, but I say that looks can be deceiving.

You see, my mother and I don't get along. In fact, I think it's pretty certain that we dislike each other. Why? Because my mother is a cold, heartless, mind tricking, slut of a women. And thanks to her image as a whore/bitch, most parents don't want their daughters hanging out with me. They're afraid that I will do the same thing that my mom did to them in their high school days.

We both have long blonde hair. We have the same nose, the same figure, and same mouth, everything!

But there is one thing that people can't compare us to, and that is our eyes. My mother has big gorgeous blue eyes, while mine are chestnut brown. Just like my father's.

He died when I was only four, so I don't really remember him that well. But I do know that he died in a plane crash. I was kissing him good-bye for a week, the next thing I know I'm kissing him good-bye forever.

"Why the hell didn't you answer me when I called you?" Monica's voice shrilled at me.

"Oh gosh I'm sorry, just the last time I yelled at you form my room you gave me an hour lecture on how yelling like that could damage even more of my voice. Sorry I didn't get the memo that you could yell, but I couldn't."

"Next time, don't have me stop what I'm doing and make me have to come downstairs and make sure that a robber or murderer was in my house."

"Oh don't worry Monica, I'll be sure to do that."

"Why couldn't you be a good daughter like the one I had hoped for?"

"Sorry Monica, but you know that I came into this world to make your life a living hell."

Everyday. Everyday, it was like this.

Monica didn't say anything; instead she huffed and went back upstairs.

I smiled, "score one for Haley."

I finished off my bottle of water and went upstairs to my room. I locked the door behind me and brought out my guitar. I strummed a few chords and started singing,

"It's gonna be Love

It's gonna be great

It's gonna be more then I can take

It's gonna be free

It's gonna be real

It's gonna change everything I feel

It's gonna be sad

It's gonna be true

It's gonna be me baby

It's gonna be you baby

It's gonna be...Its gonna be Love"

A/N: Hope you all liked the chapter! Anyway, this weekend expect one or two updates. My Colts were knocked out of the playoffs and writing will defiantly get my mind off of it, when they won't be playing the Patriots. Anyway, very depressed about that! Also I'm really excited my birthday is on Monday! Sixteen baby! Very excited, also because I won't have school. Martin Luther King, Jr. day, which I am very honored to have my birthday on the same day!

Anywho! Please leave a comment!

Oh and P.S. I wanted to put Lydia and Jimmy in here but I couldn't write them as the mean parents. So I created Monica! Don't you lover her?! Haha!