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76-42. The Ravens had lost, badly. It was an away game, the first game after the expulsion of four players. Conner didn't play very well, but neither did any of the other guys. Our undefeated streak was over; too bad it had to come when we played the worst team in the district.

"Man, I so would not have come if I knew we would lose. The ride is like two hours long." Teresa, another cheerleader, said.

Brooke rolled her eyes, "sorry none of us are physics Teresa."

"Whatever," and with that great comeback she left the locker room.

"Well I don't know about you girls, but I am so looking forward to cheering up Lucas."

"You would B. Davis," Peyton said standing up off the bench.

"Oh come on, you can't not be thinking the same thing. Conner and Jake, all depressed, need to get their minds off of the lose. And what better way than to take pure advantage of them."

"Brooke! My boyfriends best friend is in jail, he just played the worst game of his life, and you want me to have my way with him?"

She was silent for a second, "okay geez if you put it that way."

I shook my head; only Brooke would try to make a situation like this sexual.

We walked out of the locker room and into the gym, our bags over our shoulders. We saw Bevin sitting on the stands and walked over to her.

"Hey Bev," Brooke said sitting down next to the skinny blonde, "whatcha doing?"

"Just waiting for Skillz. He's going to need some loving after this game."

"See! I'm not the only one." Brooke exclaimed. Bevin looked confused while Peyton and I laughed.

"Oh here come the guys," Bevin pointed out. We looked ever at the boy's locker room door and saw our guys walking out with a very glum look on their faces.

We waited for them to reach us, and we each went to our respected boyfriends.

"Hey you," I said quietly to Conner before putting my arms around his waist.

"Hey."

"Sorry bout the loss, guys," Peyton said next to Jake.

Out of all the guys, Conner looked the most depressed.

"Hey!" A booming voice yelled from the entrance of the gym. We turned our heads to see Whitey standing there, a very pissed expression on his face. "You girls going to get on the bus or walk home?"

We all started moving towards the old man, for a sixty-year-old guy he sure could scare the crap out of you.

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"Talk to me," I begged. We were now on the bus heading back to Tree Hill. Conner and I were in the back with the rest of our friends. It had been 30 minutes of complete silence, and I couldn't take it anymore.

"What do you want me to say Haley?"

"What you're thinking!"

"You don't want to know what I'm thinking."

"Yes I do. Come on Conner, you used to tell me everything. There was a point in time when I wish you didn't tell me everything on your mind."

He smiled, which made me smiled. That's a good sign.

"I just," he paused for a moment, "I just wish I knew what he was going to do so I could have talked him out of it."

I looped my arm through is and slid down in the seat a little, "Conner, your not superman. You can't save everyone. Bane, your mom. You have to remember that. People you love are going to make mistakes, and there going to wish that they could take it back, and there going to hope that you're going to be there for them when it's all over." Okay so that last bit was more about me, but it totally worked. Conner bent down and kissed me.

"You're incredible. You know that?"

I snuggled closer to him, "I know."

I heard him laugh. I fell asleep after that, with his head resting on top of mine.

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"So now that Bella and Alice are going to Italy to stop Edward from the..." Mrs. Baker stopped explaining when the door opened. I was too busy doing my homework to hear it.

"Mr. Scott, what are you doing here? I don't see you till seventh period."

My head snapped up when I heard his name. And sure enough Nathan was standing there in his usual jeans, wife beater, and leather jacket holding a piece of paper.

"I just couldn't wait to see you Mrs. Baker."

"Mhm, what are you doing here Nathan?"

"Schedule change, looks like you won't have to wait all day to see your favorite student," he said while handing her the small sheet of paper.

"It's not like I see you anyways Mr. Scott, you never come to class."

Nathan smiled, "well I'm here now."

"Yes you are. Now you can have a seat behind Ms. James over there."

Our eyes met, and his smile returned.

He walked to his new desk and plopped down on the chair. This was so not going to help me keep focused with him sitting behind me.

"All right, now I want you to get with a partner and make up five key points that has happened in the book. Be descriptive, add examples from the text, and make it colorful. Get to work."

"Hey I'll be back, I have to go to the bathroom," Brooke said while getting up.

"Okay. I'll start the assignment."

"You do that Tutor Girl," Brooke left to go to the bathroom.

I took out a clean piece of paper and started to think about the main things that have happened in the book. But my thinking was cut short, when someone sat down in Brooke's seat.

"Wanna be my partner?" Nathan asked.

I smiled softly and turned my head to him, "I'm already working with Brooke, sorry."

"So? Tell her you would rather work with me." I then felt a hand on my thigh and Nathan started massaging it. Oh boy!

"That would be mean. She's my best friend, I can't do that."

"Why not?" His hand then made it's way farther up my thigh.

"Because." I wouldn't let him be doing this, but we were in the back and everyone was too busy working on their project to notice us.

"What if I have Denny work with your friend? He would appreciate that."

"Nathan, Brooke is going to walk in here and see us and she won't just let it go. She'll figure it out."

"Who cares? Afraid your boyfriend will dump you?"

I pushed his hand away, "yes! I care about Conner. I don't want to hurt him."

Nathan faced the front now. He was mad. God why did guys have to be so sensitive?!

He then turned his head to me, "some day."

He then got up and went over to Denny (?)

I sighed, why did he always make me feel so guilty!?

"Hey partner! So what have we got so far?" Brooke said sitting down in her now empty chair.

We started on our project.

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"NO!!!!! Wrong, wrong, wrong!" Brooke yelled.

School was over and we were now at cheerleading, and Nazi Brooke was yelling at us once again. You think us being co- captains we would run the practice together, but that's not how it is.

"Why can't you guys just get it right? It's easy. Step to the left, cross legs, twirl, yell 'Ravens' and line up and kick your legs up."

"Brooke, it's been two hours already. Without a break. Can you blame us that were not doing too well right now?" Peyton said.

Brooke was quite for a moment, "fine. Five minutes."

Peyton and I walked over to the mad captain while everyone went to the bench for water.

"Brooke, you are being way to Nazi. Cool it," Peyton said.

"We only have three more weeks till the Sparkle Classic. Nowhere near begin ready, oh and also we still only have nine girls. We need ten!"

"Brooke we'll be fine! Just relax! You keep acting like this, you won't have any girls left." I tried to tell her.

"Whatever. Man I will so need a good make-out session with Broody tonight."

Peyton and I laughed, Brooke was completely serious. We turned towards the guys on the court. Whitey had posted signs for try-outs last this week. There were three guys that were trying out, two of them looked pretty good. The other was completely worth less, I felt bad for him.

Our break ended and we were back to work again. About ten minutes had passed before the gym doors opened and a girl in black spandex and a blue tank top (it really only seemed to cover her boobs) stood at the entrance. She walked over to us, more like flaunted over to us.

"Hi, I'm Rachel. I'm here for try-outs." She said when she reached Brooke, Peyton, and myself. She was holding out a hand and waiting for one us to shake it. Ten bucks says it won't be Brooke.

"Hi Rachel, I'm Peyton and this is Haley and Brooke. The co-captains." Myself owes me ten bucks!

"Hi. So when should I start?"

"Okay, hold on," Brooke said, "where did you hear that we were having try-outs? There are no signs up."

"I heard it through the grapevine. Are you not having any?"

"We are," I spoke up for the first time. "Tell us when to start the music." I started walking over to the boom box when her voice interrupted,

"Umm actually I have my own music Hannah."

I turned around, "it's Haley."

"Oh sorry, my bad."

If Brooke didn't like her before, she loathed her now. "Just do your routine and stop wasting my time." She yelled.

Rachel handed me the cd and I put it in. Chris Brown's Kiss Kiss boomed through the speakers.

She want that lovey dovey (lovey dovey)

That kiss kiss (kiss kiss)

In her mind she fantasize bout gettin wit me

They hatin on me (hatin on me)

They wanna diss diss (kiss kiss)

Because she mine, and so fine

Thick as can be

Rachel did some moves, very sexual moves. She was a good dancer, did more stripper dancing then cheer dancing. Brooke looked on disgust, Peyton had an amused expression on her face, and I was just trying to figure out where this girl came from.

Brooke walked over and pushed stop, "okay thank-you. We've seen enough."

"I wasn't done though," Rachel said.

"Oh really? I say you are. We'll call you."

"I would think so."

Rachel turned around and walked to the exit. The boys were now taking a water break, and no one missed the look and wink Rachel gave Lucas as she passed by him.

"Well I guess we found our new cheerleader," Peyton said.

Brooke turned to her that read 'I will kill that bitch' on her face, "are you psycho?"

"Brooke come on, she's the best dancer out of all the ones we have seen the past three weeks."

"Sawyer I don't know what the hell you were just watching, but the only squad that red-head in going to be on is the A.F.R.P.S"

"What is that?" I asked.

"America's Favorite Red-head Plastic Sluts," Brooke answered.

Peyton and I laughed, "Brooke I have to agree with Peyton, she is the best we've seen so far."

"Whatever," Brooke turned around to face the rest of the girls, "all right show's over! Back to positions!"

And with that, we were back in formation and being pushed around by Nazi Brooke.

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"Cheery, she was not!"

"Lucas, she was. Don't deny it. We all saw it." Brooke said. We were at the Cafe, eating dinner. The rest of practice, for the boys, and us had been hell. We seriously needed some food.

"Brooke, just let it go. What girl isn't hitting on Lucas everyday?"

Brooke whipped her head to Peyton, "thanks goldilocks, that makes me feel so much better!"

Peyton rolled her eyes and turned towards me, "come on Brooke. You know Lucas would never do anything to hurt you. Your his pretty girl," I said in a cute, high, voice hoping that would cheer up Brooke.

Lucas leaned over and put an arm over her, "exactly." Brooke turned her head to him, smiled, and kissed him.

I turned towards Conner, who had a very pissed expression on his face. "What's wrong?"

He didn't say anything; he just looked out the window. I followed his gaze, and my breath caught in my throat.

Nathan and three of his friends were walking down the street, laughing. It was pretty warm outside, so Nathan wasn't wearing his usual jacket. And man did it make it so much harder for me not stare at him, with his huge muscles bulging every time he moved his arm. Or how his abs just seemed to go right through the fabric of his wife beater. God he was way too hot for his own good.

The rest of them had realized what had caught our attention and also were focused on the four people outside. We watched them reach the door and walk inside of the cafe. Oh boy!

"Why the hell are we eating here, Nate?" His friends asked.

"Because it's the only place with food near by, and I'm starving. Denny get a table, I'll be right back."

Denny nodded and walked over to a table that was across the cafe from us. I watched as Nathan walked towards us, and felt Conner tense up next to me.

He looked at me, and smirked. He never took his eyes off me as he walked by us and into the men's room. I didn't think anyone noticed, until I felt Brooke kicked me under the table. I looked up to see her and Peyton looking at me strangely. Shit.

"So, you guys ready to get out of here?" I asked. We had finished our food about twenty minutes ago, but we had sat there and talked for a while.

"Yeah. I don't know about you guys, but I'm exhausted." Jake said.

We all stood up, Conner was on the outside so I waited for him to get out until I got up. As I got up out of the booth, someone ran into me causing me to fall forward. That is until a hand reached out to grab me and pull me against their chest. Sparks flew through my body when I felt his body against mine.

"Whoa, easy there," Nathan said as he steadied me.

"What the hell did you do Scott?" Conner asked walking over to us.

"Nothing, calm down Jacobs." Nathan replied as he let go of me.

Jake and Lucas also had walked backed to us leaving Brooke and Peyton near the door. Denny, and Nathan's friends also had made their way over. A fight was bound to break out now.

"Just get the hell away form my girlfriend," as he said this he grabbed my wrist and pulled me over to him. His touch didn't shoot out sparks, only pain.

Nathan stepped forward, his eyes darting to me for a second then back to Conner, "why don't you walk away Jacobs. You really don't want to embarrass yourself in front of your girlfriend."

I wasn't sure, but I think I saw a hint of sadness when he said the word girlfriend.

"Lucas?" A soft voice said from the counter. It was Karen.

"Look, this is my mom's cafe. It you want to fight, go outside. Not in here," Lucas said.

"Always got to do what mama says huh Pucas?" Nathan said. His friends laughed while Lucas rolled his eyes.

"Whatever, guys lets go." He said to Jake and Conner. Jake nodded; him and Lucas then turned around and headed towards Brooke and Peyton.

I looked up at Conner, "lets go."

Conner nodded without taking his eyes away from Nathan. I too looked at him, and his eyes were on mine in an instant. Noticing his focus was on me, Conner starting pulling me to the door.

All of us walked out of the cafe, and headed towards our cars.

"That was fun," Jake said after a moment of silence, making us all laugh.

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"Damn it! Lucas where are you?" I said aloud. I really had to find him, he had my book and I really wanted it back.

I just checked the cafe, Karen told me he was headed to Brooke's about an hour ago. Called Brooke, she was alone working on homework. I know, shocked me too.

"Okay If I were Lucas, where would I be?" I probably looked like a crazy person walking down the street talking to myself but I really needed that book.

I then looked across the street, over the river to the basketball court. Of course! I saw a figure playing basketball, and I kicked myself in the butt. That should have been the first place I looked.

It took me about ten minutes to get to the river court, but I was there. I got out of my car and made my way through the grass and to the court. But I was disappointed to find a raven-haired boy playing. Okay, that's not Lucas. But as I looked closely, I realized that the person was very good at basketball. Very good. His back was turned to me so I still couldn't make out a face, but the person did look familiar.

It wasn't until he turned his head that I realized it was Nathan. I smiled and made my way over to him.

He was really engrossed in playing, so he never heard me walking behind him. I jumped on his back after he had shot the ball.

"Hey!" I yelled as I jumped on him. He didn't even flinch.

"Hey," he responded as he held up my legs.

I wrapped my arms tighter around him, "did I scare you?"

"Nope."

"Are you serious, you weren't scared at all?"

"No."

I frowned, "but you didn't even hear me or see me."

"You think I need to see you or hear you to know that you're next to me?"

I blushed at his comment and held onto him even tighter.

"What are you doing here?" He asked me.

"Well I've been looking for Lucas all day, saw you from the cafe, thought you were him, drove over, only to find out that you weren't Lucas."

"I'm much better than Pucas though right?"

I smiled, "right. And will you please stop calling him that. He's one of my oldest friends."

"Maybe." He then let go of my legs and I slid down off of him.

He walked over to retrieve the ball.

"You're really good at basketball," I told him.

He smirked, "thanks." He took another shot, it swished.

"Seriously Nathan, you should try out for the Ravens."

"What is it with you people? Just because someone is good at something, why the hell do they have to go and tell everyone?"

Okay, I was confused. And he could tell.

"Your friend 'Lucas' stopped by and told me I should try out."

"Oh. Well why don't you?" I was pushing him, and I knew it.

He sighed, "there are reasons."

"Like what?"

"It doesn't matter."

"Fine." It was quite for a few seconds. Nathan walked over to me and put his hands on the sides of m face.

"I haven't kissed you since Monday. It's now Friday."

I smiled. He leaned down and our lips met. His tongue traced the bottom of my lip, begging for entrance. I ran my hand up and down his sweaty, hard chest as I granted him access. Our tongues battled as he lifted me up, my legs wrapped around his strong waist.

But unknown to both of us, there was someone watching from behind the trees.

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