Yeah, this update came quick. I'm on a roll, baby! 2 Updates in the same day! Hehehe. R/R.

The Wrong Kind of Wrong

She sat on the couch, debating whether this was a good idea or not. Brooke had promised her that she wouldn't regret this. She promised Brooke that if she did, she would take it out on her. Still, she felt that in the pit of her stomach this was a bad idea. Especially since Brooke had come really close to dressing her up as some poster girl for Playboy. Really, she had her heart set on going out with Nathan tonight. Talking out a few of their problems, possibly kissing him again. She was starting to think that fate was against her and that Karma had it in for her.

The knock on the door blew her away from her thoughts and she stood up, padding to the door. She swung it open and her face reddened in embarrassment. "Don't say anything." She warned, pointing a newly manicured finger in his face.

Lucas raised his brows apprehensively. "You look nice." He said for a lack of other things. "Let me guess, you were a victim to one of Brooke's make over projects?"

"It's a conspiracy." She concluded with a shake of her head. Her bouncy hair dangled with her action.

She wore a pair of white washed jeans that felt as if they were painted on. She would bet that if she had a hair on her leg, you could see the imprint through the fabric. The shirt was an elegant shade of burgundy with black lace at the hems, but all the elegance faded at the bosom, leaving her chest filling as if it was going to spill over. The silky, sleeveless shirt hugged her body snugly, leaving her curves exposed to the world.

She pulled the hem up, covering what she could of her chest. "Should I change?"

The one thing Haley did like though, was the natural, but enhanced beauty that Brooke had illustrated on her face. Her cheekbones seemed slimmed and her eyes stood out more with the shades Brooke chose.

"Actually, no. It'll give Nathan a run for his money." He suggested. She actually did look good. It was a great look for her.

Smiling thankfully, she sized him up. "You don't look so bad yourself, Luke." She hit him on the arm.

"Thanks." He watched as Brooke emerged from the hallway wearing the littlest red dress he had ever seen. He stammered for words. "Wow."

Striking a pose, she brought her chin to her shoulder. "I know."

"You look…"

"Hot? Stunning? Better than Rachel?" She smirked conceitedly. "I know." Flipping her hair over her shoulder, she walked up to him. "You don't look too bad yourself, Lucas."

He smiled and looked down at his formal wear, dry at the mouth like a schoolboy. Speechless.

Brooke laughed at his disposition and turned to Haley. "I got a surprise for you, Hales."

Haley eyed her hesitantly. "I think I've had enough of your surprises for today."

"This is an even better one." She pondered her words. "If that's even possible, but," she reached over and fixed a stray tendril of Haley's hair. "I've arranged a partial triple date tonight with your sort of S.O."

Haley looked genuinely surprised. "What? Really?"

"Yeah. But, Peyton said after that, we should go our separate ways, which is all but fair, it's better than nothing, right?" Brooke rambled rambunctiously as someone knocked on the door. "I guess that's Keller. Let's go." Grabbing a little black coat from the couch, she hooked her arm with Lucas'.

Haley opened the door, giving Chris a tired look. "Ready?"

His eyes nearly bulged from his head. "If you're trying to avert my attention away from music tonight, you've surely done the trick." He said, his eyes brazenly placed at her chest.

"Hey." Lucas spoke up. "Back off." He gave the guy a stern look.

Chris sighed and motioned to Haley. "She's the one flaunting her jewels."

Brooke smiled sarcastically at him. "Not for you, perv."

He placed a mocking hand over his supposedly wounded heart. "So I'm being used."

"Pretty much." Haley admitted grabbing her coat. She pushed him out of the doorway. "Let's go."

"Ooh, rough." He sang, turning to face her.

Lucas glared at him. "Asshole." He muttered.

"…Tell them, Haley." Chris glanced at her, noticing her lack of enthusiasm to tell a tale of when they were on tour. Glancing briefly at her proactive cleavage, he looked back to the guests and continued. "Anyway, Haley literally knocked the guy down with her guitar." He laughed obnoxiously, slapping the table.

Haley ducked her head in embarrassment, noticing no one found that much humor in the story. Nathan was sitting directly across from her. She had seen the look he gave her when she first walked in. Maybe Brooke's little plan had worked after all. Nathan had looked very handsome himself in his dress suit. She thought maybe it was new, but didn't want to stare long enough to figure out.

Brooke rolled her eyes away from Chris. "Anyway…Nathan. Doesn't Haley look hot tonight?"

Haley blushed ferociously and covered her face with her hand, shooting Brooke a glare of death. "Brooke…" She spoke warningly.

"Yeah, she does." He glanced at her briefly a faint smile on his face.

Haley smiled appreciatively at him. "Thanks."

"Who are you kidding, Brooke." Chris looked over at Haley, his eyes dropping again. "Haley always looks hot." He added unnecessarily.

Nathan glowered at him. He wanted to cut things off between them. He knew that he was supposed to trust her, and honestly he did, but it was Chris and his wicked glances at her exposed body. Haley looked absolutely great. And he loved her. God, he loved her. Just looking at her made him want to grab her and kiss away all the bad things they'd been through. However, there was that trust. The burning insecurity kept him at bay.

He watched her tell Lucas something and then laugh, her beautifulness radiating from her. He almost told her right there, to come home with him so they could work things out. But those thoughts, those insecurities. That battered trust. He tore his eyes away from her.

"You alright?" Peyton asked, noticing his torn expression.

"Yeah." He whispered, looking back at Haley.

Peyton followed his line of vision with a sad sigh. "She looks great, huh?"

"She always does." He told her sadly.

"It'll get better." She promised, turning to look at Brooke.

Chris leaned in to Haley's ear, "What are we doing after this?"

"Why?" She asked suspiciously.

He shrugged pretentiously. "I was thinking we could go work on another song." His gaze briefly fell to her lips. He was going to kiss her tonight, he promised himself.

She eyed him awkwardly and then glanced at Nathan. He was giving her a look, one she mistook for a look of acceptance to the offer. She smiled forcedly at Chris. "Yeah, I guess."

"Great." He grinned happily.

Haley gazed at Nathan, hoping he could read the look in her eyes that asked him to stop torturing her with Chris' presence. When he didn't respond, she sighed and looked away.

"Any songs yet?" He asked with a tinge of hope in his voice. He smiled crookedly at her. Man, she was beautiful.

She smiled softly and shook her head, the hair framing her face swaying with the movement. "Not yet. We're going to work on something after this." She announced shyly.

"That's good." He nodded, thinking of other topics. Suddenly, a shameless grin spread across his face. "I saw you out there brawling with the other cheerers at midnight madness. You're cheering for good now?"

Her blush was light. "Yeah. It started as a favor for Brooke but," she gentled her smile, "but I guess I found other reasons to stay on the squad."

Her comment sobered them both. He sat back in his chair and sighed, unsure of what was going through him. He glanced away from her and at Chris, who was sneaking glances at her breasts. Containing his anger, he shook his head. He was going to cut this soon. He couldn't help it. That freak was devouring her with his eyes. Constantly. If Haley could just write one song that made her happy, that helped her to start her singing again, he could cut it and be content. He was only going to do this for a little while. He could tell Haley had no interest in Chris.

Minutes later, the waiter brought their plates.

"So Luke, what are we doing after this?" Brooke grinned seductively.

He smirked at her. "What'd you have in mind?"

"You." She ate a bite of her chicken, her eyes never leaving his.

A few moments later, dinner was done. The group conversed a little, cracking jokes and just having a good time. Chris was the first to announce their departure. "I think we should be leaving." He wiped his mouth with his napkin.

"Yeah, us too." Peyton stood, looking to Nathan. He stood after her.

Brooke and Lucas stood with the rest of them. "I guess we should go to. Who's got the bill?" Lucas wondered, already digging into his pocket.

Nathan went to grab it but Chris intercepted. "Don't worry, buddy. I got it." After sticking a few crisps bills in the booklet, he eyed Nathan, letting him know that that was money from him.

Haley finally reached his eyes. "I guess I'll see you later."

"Yeah." Nathan nodded his head towards her. "Later."

"Bye." She waved and then said goodbye to everyone else, her and Chris taking off.

Nathan watched them walk off with a deep sigh. "Bye." He whispered.

Peyton rested her hand on his shoulder. "It's hard, Nate. But you have to let time run its course." She assured with an encouraging smile. "Let's go." She yanked her head towards the door.

"Hey, Nate." Lucas called sternly. "Can I talk to you for a second?"

Giving him a stony glare, he moved over to talk to him, away from Brooke and Peyton. "What?"

Lucas' eyes softened as he sighed. "Look, I see the way you look at her, man. Why don't you just give her a second chance? She's hurting too."

Nathan laughed scathingly. "Why are you so worried about it?"

"I love Haley. She's my best friend. And it sucks to see you playing games with her." Lucas nearly spat. "You kiss her at that TRIC masquerade thing and then you blow her off the next day."

Nathan stared on confusedly. "What?" He shook his head, his brows knitting. "I didn't kiss her at the masquerade."

Lucas looked at him questioningly, his eyes tightening. "She told me you swooped over in that Batman costume and kissed her."

Nathan felt his heart lurch at the thought of someone kissing her. That someone…was more than likely Chris. "It wasn't me."

Lucas stared at him before sighing, seemingly believing his story. "Then who kissed her?"

Nathan's eyes drifted to the door that the scoundrel had gone. "I think I know who." He clenched his teeth and fists, thinking of evil things to do to him. He was only going to warn the bastard one more time. Or maybe he should show him. Closing his eyes, he dropped his head with a deep sigh. "Come on, Haley." He whispered to himself. "Get it back." Unclenching his fists, he reluctantly walked out with Peyton.

She sat on Chris's couch, her eyebrows knitted in thought. She couldn't come up with a decent tune. Blowing her bangs out of her face, she looked up at Chris. "I can't do it."

He rolled his eyes in frustration, both from her and the urge to attack her with kisses. She was beautiful. He moved across to sit next to her. She'd put her hair up in a messy bun, looking as sexual as ever. Luscious golden tendrils fell down the back of her neck, tempting him to touch. He raised his hand to do so, but she turned to look at him. He dropped his guilty hand.

"What do you think I should write about?" She asked sincerely, a solicitous gaze gracing her features.

He shrugged nervously, sneakily scooting closer. "Uh, life. Love. Write about Nathan, since he's always on your mind." His words held a touch of bitterness.

She eyed him thoughtfully before looking down at the blank sheet of paper before her. "You know what, I think I have it." Smiling a little happily, she grabbed the pen and began scribbling, her arm stretched over the base of the guitar.

His finger tips tingled with ache to touch her skin. Swallowing hard, he decided he was going to make his move. "Haley?"

She looked up from the paper. "Hmm?"

Gazing into her eyes, he wiped his sweating palms against the cushions. "Look, I've known you for a long time and…" His gaze never wavered. "I need to tell you something."

Sensing that this was serious, she sat her guitar on the floor and pen on the table, then she looked worriedly at him. "What is it? What's wrong?"

His eyes drifted to her lips, to her cleavage. "I…I like you, Hales. A lot." He ran a hand over her smooth cheek. "I want to kiss you again."

She tried to jerk away but his hand tightened on her neck. "Chris, stop!" She demanded, trying to push his hand away.

"Haley, Haley." He attempted to coo soothingly. "Let me just show you. Please." He nearly leaped on top of her, smashing his lips against her protesting mouth. She struggled against him, but he only proceeded to lie on top of her. He dropped his weight on her, to prevent her from leaving. Her attempts at screaming muffled in his mouth and damn it, it felt good to have her body squirming beneath his, he thought.

With a muted sob of alarm, Haley felt herself beginning to panic. She pushed at him, but it seemed as if he was dead weight on her body. She clenched her mouth shut, but he managed to snake his tongue past her lips, where her teeth were clenched. When he still didn't let up, she pounded at his chest as he ran a scandalous hand over her hip and past her rib cage. The feel of velvety tears touched his cheek as he moaned in satisfactory, his thumb skimming her nipple. She harshly brushed his hand away but he insistently replaced it every time. A choked cry was able to escape her mouth, accidentally giving him access to her mouth. She pushed, kicked, but nothing seemed to get him away.

Just as she could feel him readying to go beneath her shirt, a knock sounded at the door. He hopped off her, as if he had finally come back to his original self. Breathlessly, he raked his hands through his hair, regret washing over his face. "God Haley, I'm so sorry." He reached out to touch her but she flinched immediately.

She wiped unrelentingly at the tears on her face with the heels of her palms, trying to erase them from time, it seemed.

"Hales, I'm really sorry. I'm so…god." He pleaded, kneeling before her. She looked scared. Confused. Terrified. She wouldn't even look at him.

Swallowing hard, he stood up again. "Can we talk about this?"

She didn't answer. She just hugged herself, her bare naked arms, staring into the abyss of nothing.

Again, he swallowed in underlying fear. "Look at how you're dressed!" He accused in a flurry of panic. "I thought you wanted me to kiss you!" He kept one hand buried in the mess that was now his hair.

Still, she didn't react.

"Haley…" Unsure what had come over him, he shook his head as another knock sounded at the door. This time, it was louder. Hesitantly, he walked over to answer it, watching her until he got in front of the door. Giving her one last, apologetic look.

He opened it and saw Brooke standing there, a suspicious smirk on her face. "I was beginning to wonder." She said, poking her head inside to find Haley. When she did, she strolled over to the girl. "You know, Rock Star, you can't just leave your keys at the dinner table." She said dangling the object in her face. "I don't know what time Luke and I are going to call it a night. You would've been locked out." Her smile was playful, underhanded even.

"She could've stayed here." He joked though the smile that came with it didn't entirely reach his eyes.

Brooke swept a disapproving gaze over him. "You'd love that, wouldn't you?" Her sneer was petite.

His comment rocked her out of her daze and she snatched the keys from Brooke and began gathering her things in a rushed hurry. "Is Lucas downstairs?" She was able to mumble.

"Yeah." Brooke was obviously puzzled at her friend's behavior. "Haley, are you okay?"

"Mmmhmm." She nodded vehemently. Her unkempt bun almost shook out of its band. Hurrying, she stumbled over her feet. Chris reached out to steady her and she flinched away from him instantly.

Brooke eyed the scene suspiciously. "What's going on?"

"Nothing." Haley answered quickly. "Do you think Luke can take me home?"

Brooke slid a dark, distrustful look at Chris before nodding at Haley with a fake smile. "Yeah. No problem." Her brows furrowed at her friends awkward behavior. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Fine." Haley threw her a shaky smile before grabbing her guitar and jacket and nearly running out.

Brooke narrowed her eyes at him. "What happened?"

He plastered on the best dubious smile he could. "We had a misunderstanding." He shrugged.

Observing him for a moment longer, she opened her mouth to speak but didn't. Instead, she turned and walked away.

Chris let out a deep sigh, flopping himself on the couch. What the hell had he been thinking? He had lost it. He had basically forced himself on her. But what surprised him more was that she hadn't told on him when she had the chance. He wondered if that was a sign to stay in town, or should he take what he had and leave. Indecisive, he looked at the door. Her lips felt so good on his. Why her? He thought to himself. A million girls had wanted him, yet he was stuck wanting only her. Haley James. Better yet, Haley James Scott.

Nathan.

He would kill him, literally, if he ever found out.

He had to talk to Haley. To make sure that she would keep this between. Maybe he would promise to stay away from her forever if she did.

Then again, maybe he couldn't.