S/N:

*Okay, just so everyone knows, they are currently at a boarding school, so it's not Tree Hill High.

*This chapter takes place 2 weeks after the last one, and they are back at school

*Also, if anyone could possibly give their opinions on their brathan/brucas preference

*And once again, thank you so much to every person who reviews! They mean the world to me!

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"Hello, friends!" A cheeky smile fell upon Brooke's lips, as she approached her two friends who were seated in the dining area of her schools sumptuous café'. She pulled out a seat, carefully tucking the back of her black skirt behind her, as she sat down.

"Well, if isn't broody boy's slut girlfriend." Rachel Gatina smiled, a small, innocent pout forming on her lips.

"So says the whore," Brooke rolled her eyes, fighting back a smile. "And he's not my boyfriend. We're just friends…with possible benefits."

"So you won't date him, but you'll sleep with him. Isn't that like the definition of a slut?" Peyton Sawyer wondered aloud, while she wrote quickly in her notebook. Rachel glanced over at Peyton, both of them bursting in to laughter.

"Okay who are you bitches and what have you done with my friends?" Brooke asked, raising her eyebrows, looking between the two of them.

"Hey, I'm always this way," Rachel declared, "And she just has another case of the Jake blues."

"You guys broke up again?" Brooke cried, looking at her blond friend.

"He was being an asshole again," Peyton sighed, "I can't take it."

"Peyton, I hate to break the news to you, but all guys are assholes," Brooke retorted, "It's like in their genes."

"Speaking of. I'm so getting into Chris Keller's." Rachel grinned, unbuttoning the first two buttons of her white blouse, in an effort to widen the view of her cleavage.

"You do realize she wasn't talking about that kind?" Peyton laughed, tugging on a lock of her blond curls.

"Her mind's already in his pants, there's no use trying to rationalize with her." Brooke commented, her eyes traveling over the cluster of students, lining the lobby of the coffee shop.

"I wonder how he feels about foursomes," Rachel mused, ignoring Brooke, "I mean, me, you two, and him. That's would blow his little mind, not to mention h-."

"Okay, tone down the horny," Brooke cut in, "There is no way either of us are getting all sweaty and horizontal with Keller." Brooke laughed, looking at Peyton.

"Who says it has to be horizontal?" Rachel shrugged, a wicked smile appearing.

"I'm going to go vomit now…." Brooke groaned, getting up from the table, and grabbing her black Kate Spade messenger bag.

"Tell Lucas, hi for us!" Rachel grinned, purposely neglecting to acknowledge the look of disdain on Brooke's face.

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"Hey, Broody!" He turned his head, at the familiar voice. A pretty brunette approached him, her hazel eyes shimmering, as she smiled at him. He kept his eyes trained on her face, although he was more than tempted to let them roam the length of her curvy body. Brooke Davis.

"Cheery." He nodded his head, a small smile playing on his lips. He had formerly known her strictly through association, although he had always lusted after her throughout his previous high school years. He remembered watching her during basketball practice with her two friends, and thinking about how flawless she looked. How flawless she always looked, including now. It had been about two weeks, since she'd come up to him, a smoldering look in her eyes, and introduced herself.

"So, what are your plans for tonight?" She asked him, her delicate fingers toying with the ends of her long brown hair.

"I'm guessing, you're going to tell me." He laughed, sliding the bag he was carrying on his side, further up on his broad shoulder. Brooke's eyes fluttered over his disheveled yet, sexy appearance. His uniform from the back was messily tucked in and his black trousers hung menacingly low on his hips. He raked a hand through his messy blond hair, streaked with brown, as he glanced down at her.

"Meet me here," She explained, leading him over to the side of one of the stone buildings that lined the prodigious campus. Pulling out her pen, she wrote the number of a room onto his palm. "Ten work for you?" She asked him, the words pouring sweetly out of her mouth like honey. He had been finding it incredibly hard to resist her attacks on him. The constant accidental press of her body against his, the shortening of her uniform skirt, the way she looked into his eyes like, she knew what he was thinking. He'd explained to her that they were solely friends, but even he didn't believe his empty words anymore.

"Brooke, you do know this is against the school policy? And if we ge-." Brooke stopped him mid-sentence, her slender finger pressed gently against his lips.

"Pretty please, Lucas," She pouted, sticking her bottom lip out in an attempt to reason with him. "With whipped cream and a naked me on top."

"Fine," He laughed, "But it has nothing to do with what you just said."

"You keep telling yourself that." She smirked, as they walked back towards the cobblestone path, that traveled along the entire school, linking all the buildings to one another.

"You're trouble, Davis." He told her, his light blue eyes shining, as a laugh escaped from his lips. She grinned back at him, although her head was reeling at his words. If he only knew…

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Nathan quickly glanced away from the scene he had just been immersed in. Annoyed with himself, he shook his head, and walked up the stone steps of the building, where he was meeting Haley. He couldn't understand why the sight of Brooke and Lucas together ate at him the way it did. He figured it was the effect of his unruly hatred towards Lucas. Brooke had been with him first, and now she was hanging on Lucas's every word, like he was some kind of a God. Nathan sighed, as he strode down the hall towards the tutor center. This bet had ended up costing him more than he had initially been prepared to give. He'd had to uncover some information on Haley, quickly figuring out what type of girl she was. He'd then put into action, his game plan, his means of which, he'd use to seduce and lure her into his twisted web, and this was part of it.

"Hey." He called out, as he spotted Haley, sitting by herself in the empty room.

"Hey, back atcha." She smiled, sorting through a pile of papers that were on the crowded table. At first, Haley had been unsure of whether she should tutor Nathan. She had received a request from the math department, that she be the person to work with him. She had to admit, that she was the most capable tutor, which the school had for math classes. But, she also knew of the heated rivalry between her best friend, Lucas, and his half-brother, Nathan Scott. Yet, Nathan had shown her a side, quite different from the one Lucas and others so often depicted of him. So far, Lucas had been too wrapped up in the Raven's head cheerleader, Brooke Davis, to even take notice of Haley's tutoring clients. That was something Haley couldn't get her head around. The fact, that Lucas could see something in a girl like Brooke. Her pretty face couldn't make up for what was underneath, and she had really thought that Lucas would be able to see past her facade.

"So, how'd I do?" Nathan asked her, slipping into the seat across from her.

"Well, let's see," Haley said nonchalantly, continuing to flick through the stack of papers. "Uh…your not going to like this, Nathan. I'm sorry." She said softly, handing him the folded test.

He opened the test hurriedly, a smile creeping onto his face, "That was not funny." He smiled, dropping the paper onto the table between then, revealing the sufficient grade he had received.

"Sorry," Haley laughed, "But, you did great, Nathan. Looks like you won't need me for that much longer."

"For the first time in your life, I think you're completely wrong." Nathan smiled, getting up from his chair. He looked down at her, recognizing that she was extremely pretty in a simple way. Her large doe brown eyes met his, confusion appearing in them. A hint of a blush crept onto her pale face, as she nervously tucked a loose strand of her light brown hair behind her ear.

"Nathan, what are you do-." She whispered, before he pressed his lips against hers, her body rising to meet his. She told herself to pull away, that this was not her, but his kiss swept the thoughts away, as she opened her mouth for him. She felt his tongue slip between her lips, the heat of his kiss, disabling her motor functions. She couldn't tell him to stop, as he pushed her up against the wall, his firm arms wrapped around her. She could feel his hand sliding up her bare leg, inching its way under her skirt. She hated to admit it, but she wanted it there.

"No I-." She gasped, as their kiss broke. "We can't do this. I'm sorry I…I think you should go." She breathed, as she hurriedly slipped out of his embrace. She ran a hand through her slightly tousled hair, and straightened her wrinkled uniform. Whatever had transpired between the two of them, it was not to be. She couldn't do that to Lucas, or to her herself.

"Why? Because, I kissed you?" He laughed, his blue eyes shining as they found hers. "I like you, Haley James, so shoot me." He shook his head, grabbing his jacket off the chair. Without looking back, he strode towards the door, leaving Haley trembling where he had left her.

"Nathan?" She called, as he was halfway out the door, a grim expression written on his face.

"Yeah?" He sighed, not meeting her eyes.

"I'll see you tomorrow, right?" She said, trying to keep the nervousness out of her voice.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Haley." He agreed, his smile making her want to melt right there in front of him. He gently closed the door, as she collapsed into one of the school's hard plastic chairs.

"Stupid mouth." She mumbled, as she stared at the closed door, where Nathan had been standing a minute ago. I so have it bad….

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