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Summary: Nathan Scott is the most popular guy in school and Haley James is just an average girl who happens to be friends with Nathan's half-brother, Lucas. What happens when each of their groups of friends end up staying next door to each other all summer?

A Summer to Remember

Chapter 11

After walking for a while and engaging in small talk, Brooke finally decided that it was time to take the plunge.

"Wow, that sunset is gorgeous." Lucas whispered as he and Brooke walked toward the pink and purple horizon.

It's now or never, Brooke thought. "So, Luke, I um, I really need to tell you something." She managed to say a little bit louder than a whisper.

"Ok, what is it, Pretty Girl?" Lucas joked, using the nickname that a random guy had yelled at her from across the beach only a few minutes ago. "Just don't tell me anything about crabs."

Brooke laughed, but her laughter was a little forced. She had never been this nervous in her entire life. "It's not about crabs." She assured him.

"Good. So what is it?" He asked as they stopped to sit down on some nearby rocks.

"Ok, here it goes." She breathed out heavily. "Lucas, I… I um… I really don't know how to say this, but ever since eighth grade I've had these feelings."

"Feelings?" Lucas chuckled. What was she trying to say?

"Yeah, and I've sort of been hiding them, but I just can't anymore." She said, searching his face for understanding. She found none. God, did she really have to spell it out for him? "Lucas, I lo-"

"Lucas!" A loud feminine voice broke the moment and drowned the rest of Brooke's statement. Both of them looked up to see Peyton Sawyer running towards then with her arms flying in the air.

"What is she doing here?" Brooke muttered, deeply annoyed that the tall blonde had annihilated her newfound confidence.

"Lucas!" She yelled again as she slowed down a few feet away from them.

"Yeah?" He answered, obviously leery of the fact that this was Peyton Sawyer, the friend of his brother.

"You have to come… now… it's Haley." She panted.

"What's wrong with Haley?" Brooke asked, alarmed.

"She got…um…really drunk…and I'm not positive…but I'm pretty sure…that she passed out." Peyton managed to say as her heart rate started to return to normal.

"Haley doesn't drink." Lucas responded, "And what do you mean you're 'pretty sure'?"

"I didn't see it happen," Peyton explained, "But Nathan did. He said he was taking her back to your condo and that I should come find you."

"Ok, come on Brooke." He said as he pulled her off of the rocks and started jogging back in the direction that Peyton had come from. He knew that this could very well be just a set up in Nathan's latest ploy to torture him, but he wasn't going to take that chance, not on his best friend.

Nathan reached into his pocket and pulled out the key Whitey had given him that worked on every door in the complex while carefully making sure he didn't drop Haley. By the time they had reached the top of the stairs, Nathan had noticed that her breathing had become slow and regular rather than shallow and forced like before. He figured that she had probably passed out.

He swiftly unlocked the door to condo 9 and carried the unconscious girl inside. Nathan slowly walked over to the couch and gently laid Haley down on it. He really didn't know what to do next, he knew that he had to wait with her until Lucas arrived, but waiting for her to wake up and just say "hi" to him was sending him over the edge.

How could that Keller kid do something like this? Especially to Haley, who was as innocent as they come. I'm going to beat the shit out of him, Nathan thought as a small smile crept across his face at the thought.

Speaking of beating the shit out of people, what the hell was Tim's problem? First of all, who thinks up something so wrong as mixing vodka in with a girl's water until he gets drunk, just to get her into bed?

Nathan felt his blood start to boil as he imagined Chris taking advantage of Haley. She did not deserve what he had done to her. She was one of a kind and deserved to be respected for that.

Nathan thought back to when Tim had first pulled this stunt, on Peyton. He knew that Tim wasn't going to do anything with Peyton, and that's probably why it really didn't make him all that mad. Could this really only have happened a few weeks ago? But Chris, he had purposefully plastered the sweet girl laying front of him just to get laid. Obviously he couldn't find a sober girl that was willing to suffer by going home with him.

He was starting to get a little antsy. He just wanted Haley to wake up and tell him that she was fine, was that too much to ask? Nathan thought about what 15 cups of vodka, watered down or not, would do to her small body. There was no doubt in his mind that she wasn't used to much alcohol at all, let alone 15 cups.

He felt the worry wash over him again. What if she had alcohol poisoning? Maybe he should take her to the hospital just in case? No, they were both underage, he didn't want to risk getting in trouble with the law when she would probably be fine after sleeping it off.

Nathan was now getting very restless. He had just spent close to 10 minutes watching this girl sleep. You're becoming a softie, He accused himself as he tore his eyes from her peaceful face.

Nathan walked into the kitchen and noticed a fish tank with a weird looking brownish white fish swimming around inside. He reached out his finger and tapped the outside of the glass bowl where the fish was close to.

"Shit!" He muttered in surprise when the fish lunged at the glass where his finger used to be and snapped its jaw furiously opened and shut. It's a freakin piranha! Leave it to Lucas to get a psycho man-eating fish as a pet. God, that kid was weird.

"Nathan?" He heard a weak voice whimper from the couch.

Within seconds, Nathan was by her side. "Yeah, I'm here. Lucas and Brooke are on their way. How are you feeling?"

"Oh God," Haley groaned and her face flushed.

Nathan anticipated this and grabbed the garbage can he had placed next to her and held it up as she puked into it. "I guess not good." He murmured to himself.

"Haley!" Brooke yelled as she burst through the front door and ran over to her friend, pushing Nathan out of the way in the process. "Oh my God, what happened?"

"Brooke, can you please stop screaming?" Haley pleaded in a weak voice. Nathan chuckled slightly as Brooke broke into a smile. She was going to be ok!

"Nathan, can I talk to you?" Lucas asked from the front door.

Nathan walked outside so he could talk to Lucas without alarming Haley about the events of the night.

"So, what happened?" Lucas asked after he had shut the door.

"Some guy, his name was Chris, basically got her so wasted that she couldn't move." Nathan said bluntly, not even trying to hide the anger that was evident in his voice.

"I don't get it. Haley doesn't drink. How could she get drunk?"

"Chris said he mixed vodka in with her water until she was too drunk to notice it anymore. Listen, you really need to keep an eye on her, he said he gave her about 15 cups of vodka." Nathan said in a low voice.

"15! Oh my God, she could have alcohol poisoning, or-"

"I know, but I think she's going to be fine. She recognized me when she woke up a few minutes ago and she already threw up once. But I don't think she'll remember this tomorrow." Nathan said as he jammed his hands into his pockets.

"Ok." Lucas said as he started to turn around and go back into the condo and Nathan started to walk towards his own. "Hey Nathan," Lucas called from the doorway.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks."

Nathan had fallen asleep on the couch after he had entered into his own condo. He had been watching TV in an unsuccessful attempt to get an unconscious Haley out of his mind.

At about 1:00 AM, Tim had finally stumbled through the door and woken Nathan up. "Nate, get out of my bed." He slurred.

"You're an idiot." Nathan mumbled as he stood up and headed for his bedroom. Beating the crap out of Tim would have to wait because he was so tired.

"What did I do?" Tim asked honestly.

"First of all Tim, it's not cool to put vodka into girls' water, and it's definitely not cool when you give other guys ideas like that." Nathan almost yelled.

"Oh, is this about that Lucas's friend chick?" Tim asked, not even noticing that his words really didn't make sense. "How was I supposed to know that Chris was going to use my brilliant idea? And shouldn't you keep your voice down? Isn't Peyton sleeping?"

Nathan didn't care if Peyton was sleeping; right now he just wanted to tell Tim what was on his mind. "It doesn't matter if you thought Chris wouldn't use your little 'tip', the whole idea of getting girls wasted without them knowing is just wrong man. Haley could have been really sick and it's partly your fault!" Why did Tim have to be such an idiot all the time?

"Sorry, Nate. God, why do you care so much? She's Lucas's friend." Tim pointed out as he collapsed on the couch.

Because she my friend too you asshole! Nathan felt like screaming out. "Because no one deserves to be treated the way she was." He responded shortly and then retreated into his room and succumbed to much needed sleep.