Chapter 4: Fast Times
Disclaimer: The song lyrics belong to their perspective musical groups; I'm just using them to set the tone for this chapter. One Tree Hill does not belong to me, well at least not in this universe. ;P
A/N: Sorry this took so long, but working from the previous Chapter 4 was horrendous. I'm also trying to gather myself after my GAP year in order to prepare myself for college. Oh joy, education once again! Anyways, good new, Chapter 5 probably won't take as long as this one because it is already half-written. Bad news, I will be packing, traveling and moving into college over the next four days, plus orientation plus start of classes. I'll try to get it done while my roommate is moving in since I shall already be unpacked for a whole four days. Hope you enjoy it! Special thanks to my beta-reader: 23 Naley Is True Love…she rocks, which reminds me that I need to go read her story, and you should to! Also thanks to all who reviewed, I LOVE you guys, and the next chapter will be dedicated to all of you, pennames and all included.
The world is just a joke
It's such a mess
You know we got to take it while we're young
Bottles I just want to hear them smash
I ain't got no plans on growin' up
~ The Virgin
Time clock punching me out of the door
Fire it up come on rev it, rev it up
Shoot my care into the freeway war
Fast times
Fast times
At the end of one day's race
I just got to see my darling's face
Before the day starts in again
Before the morning rings and rings
My baby's waiting anxiously
Pouring kisses over me
~ Heart
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June 1996
Los Angeles, California
Haley's hips swayed along to the rhythm and beats that vibrated out of the rented speakers. Taking a drink from an offered beer cup, she backed herself into her new guy, trying to forget the conversation with Nathan just moments before. Just as the thought of Nathan filtered through her block, she began to grind harder into the guy behind her, hoping to distract herself from thoughts of Nathan. Instead her actions reminded her of all the pent up feelings that she had for the oil monkey, making her slightly buzzed head forget who she was with at the moment and turn it into Nathan. For a while, it lifted her mood, until the guy she had been dancing with spilled cold beer on to her shirt, making her jerk out of her day dream. Haley pushed away from him, ignoring his pleas of forgiveness, and pushed people out of her way as she made her way to the backdoor She pulled open the wooden door with a hard tug and grabbed a dish towel as she stepped into the brightly lit kitchen.
Haley was lost in thought as she leant against the counter, holding out her shirt by the hem as she tried to dry up the beer on it, muttering curses at both the guy and Nathan under her breath. She jumped up in surprise when she felt a hand on her right shoulder, nearly missing the cabinet above. Haley lifted her head and looked over to the person who had invaded her personal space. There stood Brooke, giving her the 'what is wrong with you look?' which, even if she did not feel like sharing, always made her feel like blurting out all her troubles.
"Some jerk spilt his beer on me while we were dancing. I feel so sticky and gross." Haley stated, now harshly attacking her shirt with the dishtowel in her hand. Brooke put her hand on Haley's, stopping her next attack on the ruined shirt. Slowly Brooke took the dishtowel out of her hands and placed it on the counter next to them before taking both of Haley's hands in her own.
"Now sweetie, I know that isn't the problem. We live here, hello! You could have so gone upstairs and changed, instead of attacking the shirt and muttering under your breath like a crazy person. Let's try again. What's truly wrong?" Brooke said, tugging Haley's arms slightly, making Haley look up at Brooke's face.
Haley swallowed, Brooke was looking at her with the famed puppy-dog look, and she could feel the words building up her throat, waiting to explode out into the air. Talk about a serious case of potential word vomit. Haley took a deep breath and thought about the best way to go about this. She began explaining the situation, admitting that there was a boy that she had been having feelings for for some time now, but of course omitting the fact that said boy was her brother, instead alluding that it was some boy at school. 3 After Haley had finished her short tale and Brooke had finally finished squealing, she slapped Haley. Surprised, Haley did not retaliate by hitting Brooke back, like she normally would have done, but instead, just placed her own hand lightly on the stricken cheek.
"You needed that!" Brooke told her, standing in front of her with her hands on her hips, wagging a finger in front of her face. "Stop being so stupid and over-anallyptical!"
Haley scrunched her eyebrows in confusion for a moment before finally realizing what Brooke had been trying to say.
"Do you mean analytical?"
Brooke huffed, clearly frustrated.
"Yeah, yeah, miss smarty pants. Stop being that; leave that when you are dealing with cars. As cliché as this sounds, follow your damn heart. Or hormones." Brooke said, using her hands to give her words more depth. Then a Cheshire smile spread quickly upon her face, and her hands rushed out to Haley's waist and pulled at it, making Haley's pelvis thrust forward.
"Follow your hungry loins!" Brooke yelled loudly, making some of the party patrons, which had walked into the kitchen in search of pizza or a bathroom, look at them questionably. This made Brooke fall into a fit of giggles as she continued to move Haley's hips in a thrusting motion. Haley, unable to keep a straight face any longer, joined Brooke's laughter. After a while the laughter died down, and they were able to control both their laughter and breathing. Brooke released Haley from her grip, and turned around, grabbing a big bag of chips off the counter.
"While I go refill the bowl, you go upstairs and change. Then off to suck –face land you go!" Brooke told Haley with a little smirk on her face. As Brooke walked past Haley, she turned around, giving her a hard spank on the ass and a wink. Haley watched as Brooke walked outside, with a little bounce in her step, and giggles still escaping her mouth. 3Haley closed her eyes as she pinched her temple, relieving herself of the headache she ad acquired from laughing so hard. Taking a deep breath, Haley quickly exited the kitchen and made her journey upstairs, before she lost her nerves.
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Haley stood there awkwardly, pulling at the ends of her slightly wet shirt, watching as Nathan closed the door. For moment, he stood there, his back to her, his head resting upon the door, which only served to make a grander mess of her nerves. Finally Nathan turned around to face her, but still he did not say a word to her. Haley watched as Nathan seemed to study her completely with his eyes, an approving smirk on his lips. Though on any other occasion it would have made her feel severely self conscious, it actually made her feel more confident. When his eyes finally meet hers, she saw that same dark blue lustful look that she had seen directed at Peyton before. The fact that his eyes held such intensity at the sight of her broke any holds that Haley had, and she acted upon her own feelings.
She walked up to Nathan until there was only and inch separating their bodies. Haley looked up to his face and was ecstatic that Nathan was looking down at her, a smile on his face. She took that as an incentive, her right hand snaking its way up his chest, finally reaching its destination at the back of his hot neck. Her left hand went for the collar of his shirt, and as a team collaboration, they? pulled down, bringing Nathan's face against her had expected this kiss to sloppy, like her first kiss had been, but this was much more passionate and enjoyable. Nathan's hands soon settled on her opposite side of her waist, his fingers playing around with the hem of her shirt. Haley gasped as she felt his hot fingers, which had snuck in under her shirt, sprawled against her naked waist line. Nathan took that opportunity to deepen the kiss, pulling Haley deeper into a trance. Haley felt Nathan pick her up off the floor, and she quickly wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her feet at his back. Her left hand clutched his shoulder, while her right hand held onto the back of his head.
Haley felt so entranced in her current actions, that she didn't even feel Nathan move, and didn't notice until Nathan dropped her onto his bed, making the bed slightly groan with the sudden weight. Because of the sudden action, Haley's leg tightened around Nathan's waist, making Nathan fall onto the bed. Luckily he seemed to anticipate it, and didn't fall directly onto Haley, instead balancing himself by placing his hands on either side of her body. In a skillful balancing act, Nathan discarded his shirt, and then lowered his face to Haley; His right hand traveled the length of her side, stopping at her thigh, while his other hand ended up tangled in her hair.
Just as Nathan had moved on from her lips to the baseline of her neck, Haley thought she heard someone knocking at Nathan's door. She dismissed it, thinking it was just the baseline of the music playing downstairs, but the next set of knocks rattled the door, and by the look of frustration on Nathan's face, she knew she had not imagined them.
Nathan stood up and moved a step back, taking her with him. He looked down at her and Haley quickly looked away from him sheepishly, unlocking her legs from around him. He looked towards the open connecting bathroom window, and then back at her, and Haley quickly understood, getting up and scurrying over to the bathroom, closing the door, until there was only a slit of space between the door and the frame.
The sudden rush of noise into the room woke (snapped) Haley out of her daze like a slap to the face. She didn't even try to hear what Nathan was saying, not that it would even be possible for her hear to anything, as the sudden influx of noise was muffling all noises outside the bathroom door. Suddenly her conscious made a reappearance, and started an all out war with her lustful animalistic side, reminding her that this was Nathan that they were dealing with. Her internal battling was soon giving her a tremendous headache and she closed her eyes, massaging her forehead, trying to stop the oncoming headache.
Haley jumped when she felt two hands grab her shoulders. She slowly opened her eyes, having only a second to notice Nathan's face coming closer to her own before she felt his lips on hers again, in a short slow kiss compared to the frenzied ones of just moments ago.
"We'll finish later," Nathan told her with a wink, as he reached behind her and grabbed a shirt from the edge of the sink behind her.
Haley stood there transfixed as he walked out of the bathroom and didn't move until she heard his bedroom door slam shut. Haley quickly turned around, turned on the faucet, splashing a couple of rounds of cold water onto her face. She looked up , staring at herself in the mirror, from her wet red face to her pink swollen lips. Her fingers tenderly touched her lips, and as they came in contact, she felt shocked. Once again her actions came flooding back to her, along with the possible consequences. She rushed out of the bathroom, out of Nathan's room, and straight to Brooke's room down the hall, thankful that nobody seemed to be occupying the top half of the humble home.
She shed her sweaty clothes, and changed into her pajamas, not wanting to go shower in order to avoid running into anyone in the hallway. She grabbed her earplugs, shoving them into her eardrums, muffling out all foreign noises and leaving her alone with her thoughts as she drifted off to sleep.
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Haley awoke the next morning to find that the heavy curtains were still shut. This covered most of the room in darkness, but through a small crack between the two curtains, a bit of morning light shone into the room. Haley scrambled off of bed, falling in a heap of body and sheets at the side of her bed. She noticed that she didn't hear the soft rumble of the air-conditioner and knew that that meant that Brooke had left the room. She sat at the edge of her bed and looked over at the digital clock sitting on her nightstand. It took her a moment to realize that the big red lights where shouting that it was 11:30 at her. Haley almost went into a full panic mode, thinking that she had missed a half day of school, when she remembered that it was the weekend. This meant that everyone was at the garage helping out Dan, and Brooke would be downstairs, making lunch for everyone. She quickly drew the heavy curtains and her eyes stung with the sudden overload of day light. She turned around, and as soon as the sting died down, she walked over to her bureau and grabbed her towel, light black sweatpants, a sports bra and a random shirt.
Haley took a long steaming shower, rubbing away all the grim and sweat form the night before. She changed, and was about to go back to her and Brooke's room, but quickly changed plans when she felt her stomach grumble. She walked down the stairs, slipping on her shirt, and quickly felt something sticky on the middle of her shirt. Disgusted, shrugged off the shirt, noticing that she had grabbed the shirt form the night before. Haley thought about running upstairs, and grabbing another shirt, but noticing that there was no one in the kitchen, she threw her shirt on the couch and bounced into the kitchen, her growling belly demanding nutrition.
Haley ran straight for the refrigerator, opening the door with too much energy, making it bang against the wall next to it. She grabbed the can of grinded hazelnut coffee beans and added them into the coffee maker. She started to hum a familiar nursery tune as she began to search the bottom cupboards for a bagel to toast. As she skimmed the cupboards, Haley noticed the cereal, Cookie Crisp, sitting on top of the tall refrigerator and decided that she wanted some to accompany her regular bagel this morning. She tried to stretch her hand and knock the box over, but noticed that the box was open. In order to avoid a disaster, Haley walked over to the opposite corner of the kitchen and grabbed a stool, skipping over to the refrigerator. After climbing onto the stool and retrieving the box of cereal, Haley sat on the stool. Too lazy to retrieve a bowl and some milk, Haley angled the box into her mouth, tilting it so that cereal would not come tumbling on top of her. .
"If it wasn't for yesterday and the sports bra, I'd seriously think you were a guy Hales."
Surprised by the sudden voice, Haley choked on the cereal in her mouth, causing her to drop the box from her hand and spit out the bits she hadn't swallowed. As her coughing fit subsided, Haley looked up, looking to kill whomever it was that had almost caused her death. There stood Nathan, leaning against the door frame that led into the living room, looking like the true greasy monkey he was. Usually, this would make her spiral into one of her many day dreams about cleaning him up but the fact that he had almost caused her death made her anything but lustful.. Wiping off the bits of cereal from the corners of her mouth, Haley glared at Nathan, letting him know that she was not happy with him. As she went to wipe off her hands on her shirt, Haley remembered that she was only wearing a sports bra and sweatpants, cursing her luck.
"Looking for this? Nathan asked her, amusement in his tone.
Haley looked over at him once again, and noticed that he was holding her previously discarded shirt in his hand.
"Hand it over Nathan," Haley growled, not liking the position she was now in, especially after what had happened last night.
"Hmm…no. I really like this view better. Didn't get to see it ye-"
"When did you get here? I didn't hear your car or you come into the house." Haley quickly cut him off, not liking the direction the conversation was headed. She couldn't discuss that with him, not right now, especially not dressed like this. Plus, she had a feeling he was only acting like this because of the way she was dressed, or not dressed for that matter, and that was not the way things were supposed to happen. He was supposed to like her the way she was, not just because she dressed like one of those little race sluts. Haley had been so lost in thought, that she didn't hear Nathan's response.
"What did you say?"
Nathan laughed, which only served to fry more of Haley's nerves.
"I said, Hales," Nathan began, moving closer to her as he talked, "that I volunteered to come check on you, but noticed you were still asleep. I was taking a peaceful nap on the couch until someone slammed the fridge door and I noticed your shirt at my feet."
By the time he finished, Nathan had backed Haley into the counter. Haley looked down, biting her lip, wanting to avoid his gaze at all costs. But it seemed that luck wasn't on her side, as Nathan took her chin in his hands and lifted it towards him, forcing their eyes to meet. Soon Haley's eyes were meet with the gaze that had caused her so much joy the night before, bringing up the same feelings at the moment. Haley didn't even fight it when Nathan's lips descended on her own in the same frenzied motions of the night before.
But it only lasted for a few minutes. A loud beeping sound, signaling that the coffee was ready broke Haley's haze, and she pushed Nathan away from her.
"Nathan, what the hell?" Haley asked, hoping to get some insight on what was going on inside his head.
Nathan tried to pull her closer to him, but Haley placed her hands on his chest, keeping him at a distance,
"Come on Haley, we're just having fun!" Nathan said nonchalantly.
His words hit Haley hard, hurting her so deeply, so quickly. When Nathan tried to pull her closer, her hand raised up to his face, slapping him with all the force she could muster before pushing him away.
"I'm not one of your little sluts, Nathan! Go find someone else to have fun with. Fucking dick! I hate you so much!" Haley screamed as she ran out the back door and down the small steps. She soon felt the hot sun on her exposed skin, running into the car garage. She quickly noticed a 'DAN'S GARAGE' grey hoodie leaning against her mountain bike. She put on the hoodie, and grabbed the bike, pushing off, and pedaling quickly down the road, ignoring Nathan's call when she sailed down the hill and around the corner. She pedaled fast, and found a familiar alleyway, taking it, hoping that if Nathan was following her, she would be able to lose him by taking small roads.
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Haley watched as sun's rays skirted along the rolling tremulous waves of the pre-storm ocean. She knew she should get moving if she wanted to make it back before the storm hit, but her anger towards Nathan left her immobile. But an even greater anger, towards herself, left her seething. How could she have been so stupid! Of course he was only acting that way because of the slutty way she was dressing. Stupid Brooke and her advice and make over. Stupid Haley for thinking that Nathan would ever like her, stupid, stupid Haley!
Soon a rolling thunder broke through the slightly windy air. Haley looked up and noticed the dark clouds that were quickly approaching This, and the fact that the wind was quickly picking up, let Haley know that she had underestimated the storm. She quickly stood off, not bothering to dust off the sand from her pants. She ran over to where she had hidden her bike under the secluded boardwalk and carried it until she reached the street next to the boardwalk. Suddenly the rain started to fall harshly upon her, quickly soaking her entirely. Cursing her luck yet again she climbed aboard her sleek mountain bike, kicking off the street, pedaling with all her might back home.
Haley decided to take a deserted road, wanting to avoid any car traffic and a possible accident. The wind picked up even more, making Haley struggle to remain balanced on her bike. A stray plastic bag smacked into her face, forcing her to handle the bike with one hand, trying to pull the bag off her face with the other. Suddenly her face was attacked with two bright lights, disorientating her, and she quickly lost control of her bike. Haley fell onto the side of the road, rolling a bit down the small hill, her clothes catching onto the branches of a bush. When she stopped, Haley grabbed her knee, bringing it closer to her chest. She started to rock and shiver as the rain continue to fall upon her.
Suddenly a hand landed harshly upon her shoulder, forcing Haley to bounce and turn onto her back. Above her was the image of a very wet Nathan, kneeling beside her as he looked at her knee.
'Oh God, I'm hallucinating,' Haley thought as the Nathan image looked up from inspecting her knee and looked at her face. Haley quickly grabbed his head and brought it closer to hers, figuring if she was hallucinating she might as well enjoy it. The image responded back to her actions, and Haley gasped when it broke the kiss after a couple of minutes, and picked her up gently. Haley quickly felt ashamed that she had just kissed some stranger because she was hallucinating Nathan onto them. They quickly reached the top and through the rain Haley could see a black and blue pick-up truck, which looked very similar to the one Dan used at his shop. She was soon ushered onto the passenger seat and the 'Nathan' quickly closed the door and ran around the front of the truck entering in through the driver's seat. Once seated he turned around and grabbed a towel from behind his seat, holding it in his hand while he looked at her.
"What the hell where you thinking Haley? Huh? Riding your fucking bike in this fucking storm. Were you trying to kill yourself? What the fuck is wrong with you?" 'Nathan' screamed at her, and it was then that Haley realized, it wasn't her imagination, and it was Nathan that saved her, it was Nathan she had just kissed in the harsh rain.
"So you're real?" Haley whispered, not answering his question. Haley kept her eyes on the dashboard, refusing to look at him. Suddenly his fingers were on her chin, and they gently moved her face to face his own. Without the hindrance of the rain, Haley could see the conflicting emotions of relief and sadness in his eyes. Without breaking eye contact, Nathan wrapped the warm towel around her, rubbing her arms with it. After a couple of moments of silence, and thunderous roar caused them to break their gaze, and Haley coughed, clearing her throat a bit. She turned away from him, leaning her head against the window pane and keeping her gaze on the blurry outside.
"We need to get you to a hospital." Nathan told her, before starting up the car. As he drove the car down the road, they hit a pothole, making them both jump, and making Haley bang her head against the window as she came down. First, there was an overpowering pain and then there was darkness.
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Haley woke up groggily, with a pounding headache and a dry mouth. She slowly opened her eyes, taking in the dimly lit room, the blue bed sheets, the cream curtain surrounding her bed and the patient scrubs she was wearing. She tried to sit up, but the sudden movement made massive pain shoot through her spine, causing her to gasp loudly.
"Haley, don't move, you've got to rest or you're going to hurt yourself more."
Haley looked over to her side, noticing that Nathan was sitting beside her, slumped in an uncomfortable chair, rubbing his eyes. Haley didn't say a word as Nathan pushed himself out of the chair and poured some water from the jug on the bedside table into a clear plastic cup. He moved closer, towering over her, and raising the small cup to her dried lips. Haley parted her lips, Nathan the tipped the cup slightly, the water pouring into her mouth. Haley licked her lips when she was done, and Nathan moved the cup away from her lips placing it on the bedside table.
'I'm sorry. God, I'm so sorry." Nathan told her, taking her right hand in his own and looking her straight in the eyes. When Haley said nothing and just stared at him, Nathan started to speak once again.
"I'm sorry, about this morning. Not the kiss, well kind of that, I shouldn't have just attacked you, but I couldn't help myself. Ever since yesterday, I can't stop thinking about you. Why the fuck did you have to dress up like that….I mean you looked hot, too hot. Fuck! It got my brain started, about how fucking amazing you are, you know, with cars. And you are so fucking smart, and you are always there for me, you're my lucky charm. Then yesterday, with the clothes, and all those guys dancing with you, fuck, it's like this little beast inside of me woke up. And I wanted you for myself. I wanted to blame it on the beer, but then when I came back, and you weren't there, and I was just thinking by myself, you just wouldn't leave my head. I thought everything would be fine in the morning, but you have to come downstairs in some fucking bra and sweatpants, and the beast is back. I couldn't control myself, and then I had to say that stupid comment. I can't tell you what I feel, cause I don't fucking know, but when I saw you today, falling off your bike and rolling down, so broken, it hurt me so much. Fuck, now I'm rambling like you."
Haley sat there, just looking at him, since she couldn't move to freely. She sat there, listening to him, watching his face as he explained, and her eyes began to water. He liked her, thought about her, was scared to lose her.
"Fuck, now I've made you cry. I'm sorry, fuck!"
A smile broke upon her face and she used the hand that was in his hand to bring him closer to her, lifting her head slightly, placing a soft kiss on his lips. She broke the kiss, resting her head against the hard pillow, her eyes closed.
"Does this mean I'm forgiven?"
Haley slowly opened her eyes and looked over at him, smiling. She slowly nodded her head, and Nathan closed the distance between them once again, kissing her with the same passion they had shared that morning. When she tried to raise her other hand to his neck, pain shot once again through her spine, making her jerk and moan painfully, breaking the kiss.
"I'll go get the nurse for you." Nathan told her softly, planting a soft kiss against her lips, and running out of the room.
After the nurses visited her, adjusting her pain medication, the rest of the gang came in pairs of two, visiting her, divided between reprimanding her for being so stupid and showing their happiness for her being okay.
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4 months later
Halloween 1996
Los Angeles, California
Haley leaned against the wall of the living room, staring intently at a bunch of race sluts who were pawing at Nathan as he leaned against the side of the arch that lead into the supposed dining room, which was now filled with a ping pong table, where a bunch of rowdy racers where playing a round of beer pong. Her anger rose when she noticed that Nathan just stood there, basking in their attention and looking as if he loved every minute of it. Angrily, she chugged the entire contents of her current cup, quickly exchanging her cup for someone else's as they walked past her. This was getting out of control.
After two days in the hospital, Haley had been discharged with one bruised knee, a sprained ankle, a sprained wrist, an assortment of cuts and bruises, and no longer at risk for pneumonia. Brooke tended to her like a mama hawk, never once leaving her side, which made it very hard for her to try and talk to Nathan. About a week after the incident, Brooke had to go shopping, and told Haley that one of the boys was coming over to her watch.
That boy had been Nathan, and they had finally had the time alone that Haley had desired for so long. After a light make out session, Haley questioned Nathan about their relationship. Nathan confessed to Haley that he would love for her to be his girlfriend, but was worried about how the gang would take it, and tension it could create. Haley came up with the brilliant idea that they could be together in private, telling everyone when they thought the time was right. It soon became clear to Haley that it wasn't such a brilliant idea.
The first three weeks were amazing; the thrill of sneaking around made up for the awful feeling that Haley had for having to lie to everyone. Then people started to talk, questioning why big man on campus and street racer Nathan Scott was not dating anyone, and seemingly not hooking up with anyone. Nathan and Haley discussed it, both not ready to tell their friends of their relationship, instead deciding that Nathan would flirt and hang out with girls in public, to satisfy the prying eyes. That was okay with Haley, because she reminded herself that Nathan was hers and that all their efforts were for nothing.
Then the girls started getting riskier and Haley started to get angrier. Even when she brought this to Nathan's attention he would calm her down, reminding her that she was the one he wanted, not them. Especially on the nights that Haley would sneak into his room, whenever she was angry at the race skanks, Nathan would just comment on how her being angry turned him on, distracting her anger with his kisses.
Haley took her eyes off of Nathan as she swung her head back, chugging the entire contents of the cup all at once. She gasped as the alcohol burned through her and her body shook as it tried to rid itself of the burning sensation. When her gaze fell back on Nathan, the sight before her made her so mad that she punched the window beside her, the loud music blasting through the house muffling the sound of the breaking window. Nathan and one of the race-sluts where connected at the lips in a heated kiss. The blonde girl's hands were gripping Nathan's shoulder as Nathan hands traveled to her back.
Hot tears started to build up in Haley's eyes and she quickly took off upstairs, unaware of a pair of brown eyes following her every move
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Haley wrapped the towel around her hand, placing the tweezers down on the sink. She turned off the faucet, and looked at herself in the mirror. Her makeup was messed up, most of it running down her face in rivers, mixing in with her salty tears. Turning on the hot water once again, Haley splashed her face, rubbing away all the make-up that she could, causing her face to become even redder. She quickly exited the bathroom, running off to her and Brooke's room, hoping that there was no one in there at the moment. The last thing she wanted was to find was a horny couple making out on her bed and get reminded of what Nathan was doing downstairs.
She opened the door and saw that there was in fact someone inside.
"Wanna tell me what the hell is going on between you and Nathan?"
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