Hey guys! Here's an update!
Sorry it took me so long but i'm having a bit of a writers block or soemthing. And everytime I do want to write school comes up and i'm busy with that.

Anyways thanks for still following this story. hope you will enjoy :)

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So as I stand up I grab Mike's arm and start dragging him away from you as quickly as I can. When we are finally a good distance away I actually dare to give you one last glance and I even throw you a quick wink, (yes I really went there, and yes I really am that evil) before leading my hostage even further towards the row of beach houses not too far away.

Leaving you all alone, alone with your thoughts of me and this guy in my 'cool' bedroom. Thoughts of me fuckinghiminstead ofyou.

I am such a bitch…

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chapter 6

Furious

And I really, really am.

Not that you mind though, guess bitches turn you on or something. Or maybe it was just the jealousy that pushed you over the edge…

Anyways, lets just start at the beginning.

This afternoon, after I dragged off Mike towards the beach house I immediately proved my membership to the one tree hill bitch-club by turning the guy down (and not so gently I might add). Of course he was confused at first, asking me stupid things such as: 'what about your bedroom?' But as soon as the fact that I was serious penetrated that thick scull of his, confusion turned into anger. He even started calling me names.

Asshole.

I finally did get rid of them though, I think the comment about you being able to do things he couldn't even dream off did the trick. I swear: you should have seen his face; priceless!

Anyway when he finally left I figured it would be best if I'd just hang around the beach house for a while instead of heading back towards the beach and risking running into a very pissed off, but hot you.

And of course there was really nothing much to do in that stupid beach house so eventually I just ended up staring out the window, wallowing in self-pity.

I really am pathetic.

I couldn't really help it though, one minute things were looking good for me, you being all jealous and stuff. But then the next minute things were totally fucked up. And what made it even worse was that there was no one to blame for this situation but dear old me. I was the one that made you jealous, I was the one who dragged off Mike towards the beach house and most importantly I was the one that pissed you off so much that you probably will never speak to me again.

Great, just fucking great.

I sighed for what seems like the hundredth time in these last couple of minutes, while slamming my head against the glass of the window I was staring out. It hurt, but I guess this hurt was better than the actual hurt of realising my on stupidity.

And that actually did hurt too. Cause despite what you may think, this is not all about sex for me. I was not just angry at myself for screwing up the change to ever sleep with you again (though that sucks too) but most of all I was also angry at myself for probably ruining our friendship to no repair.

But after a few more head-bangs against the glass I figured it would be safer for my brain tissue to stop doing that so I just continued looking at sea from afar. It was beautiful really, there's something calming about the sight of blue waves crashing down on the yellow sand. And despite my foul mood even the display of children playing around, building sandcastles managed to bring a smile to my face.

That is until my line of view got blocked.

By a spectacular view I might add. Your breasts really are the most perfect thing I've ever seen in my life. I swear: that one glance immediately made me excited again.

The excitement didn't last long however. As soon as it had started it ended again once my eyes finally did the decent thing (stopped ogling you) and met yours.

Saying you were pissed off earlier was a definite understatement. You were FURIOUS. I suddenly understood the whole 'if looks could kill' thing, cause let me tell you: if that were true I'd be dead and buried by now. Did people at school actually think that Brooke Davis was afraid of no one? Ha suckers! Cause here I was, quite literally shaking in my jimmy choo's and almost pissing myself.

It didn't take long for you to find the door and having yanked it open and in mere seconds you and me were finally face to face. You breathing heavily, red faced and flaming eyes and me barely breathing at all, pale white and wide eyed. I'm sure we must have made a comical scene like this.

I didn't have long to ponder how this would look to an outsider however because you decided to speak up.

"What the fuck Brooke!"

Oh swearing! Never a good sign when the cute little tutor girl starts to swear. If possible it made me even more scared about what was to come. So naturally I did the first thing any other sane person would have done: I made a beeline to the door.

But damn it, you were faster than me and quickly blocked my way by putting your arm in front of the doorpost, quickly followed by your other arm on the other side of me, effectively trapping me between you and the wall.

And now all I could do was swallow heavily and pray to whoever was listening that I would actually make it out of here alive.

"Look Haley… I'm really, really sor-"

SMACK!

Ouch that actually hurt!

I put my hand to my cheek softly rubbing the spot that still stung from your slap. I couldn't believe that you actually did that.

"Don't you dare apologize to me Brooke!"

You almost spat at me, your eyes blazing. "don't you dare apologize and think that will make everything ok. You're nothing but a selfish bitch who cares about nothing but herself!"

And that kinda hurt too.

But then again it was also fair, after all I did really only think about my own needs at the beach as I childishly gained great satisfaction in seeing you jealous.

"You're right Haley… I'm selfish and a bitch and such and asshole and –"

And once again I couldn't finish my sentence cause you cut me off once more.

This time in a far more pleasurable way however. Cause suddenly all I could feel were your lips pressed up against mine…

I repeat: guess bitches turn you on or something. Or maybe it was just the jealousy that pushed you over the edge…

Anyhow it doesn't really matter anymore because all that matters now is the fact that I am here, pressed up against a wall with your hot lips against mine.

Never before have you kissed me like this. Sure your kisses have been wonderful; they are hot, sweet, warm and taste great. But this kiss… this rough searing hot kiss… it makes me weak in the knees, literally. My knees buckle and if it wasn't for your hands that made their way on my hips I would have fallen right there and then.

As to steady myself I wrap my arms around your neck, twisting my hands in your soft hair and pulling you closer. But before I could even take control you grabbed my wrists and pushed them back against the wall above my head harshly, making me gasp in shock giving your tongue easy access into my mouth.

I moaned loudly as you bit my lower lip while at the same time pressing one of your thighs between mine, making my hips buck up into you. Let me tell you: this new Haley is so damn sexy, I swear I even heard you growl at one point.

"Fuck you"

You breathed once we parted for some much needed air. One of your hands still on my wrists above my head but the other one roughly stroking the skin of my stomach underneath my t-shirt.

"Yes Please"

I answer cheekily and your lips are upon mine once again, your hands moving around even more frantically. Pulling and scraping at clothes and skin, desperately trying to get at me. And as you pull away again, huffing a bit because of my annoying clothes I work hard to find another smart remark. But all that comes out however is a hoarse "fuck" cause with one swift movement you just pushed your hand inside my shorts and into my panties.

And now all I really can do is moan since you feel just too damn good there between my folds and inside my wetness.

My hips grind against your hand helplessly as you effortlessly slide two fingers in at once. And fuck it feels good.

I don't even care that you are a bit rough with me and I will probably be a bit (or a lot) sore in the morning. In fact: I kinda like it. It's a good kind of pain. Just like the pain that those little bites in my neck give me.

Quickly you slide in another finger as your other hand releases my wrists, letting them fall down and lock themselves around your neck. Just in time because as your other hand roughly starts playing with my nipple through the fabric of my t-shirt my knees give even more and now the only thing holding me up are my arms around your neck and your fingers pounding in and out of me, making my back slam against the wall.

God you are so good at this, I don't think I will be to last much longer.

And just as that thought enters my head you curl your fingers just right to touch my sweet spot and your thumb pushes harshly against my clit, sending me over the edge.

I come hard. Trashing in your arms, muscles trembling and coating your hand and my pants with my juices.

"Haley"

I manage to moan one last time before my body finally gives up and collapses against you.

So here I am, sandwiched between you and the wall. Out of breath and utterly satisfied. Your tongue licking the bite-marks that are on my neck and your hand still deep in me.

Who would have thought sweet little tutor girl actually had it in her?

I should make you jealous more often…

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