Up Against The Wall

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When Haley got home, she ran up to her room unnoticed by her parents in the next room. Of course they didn't notice her, they never do. They never notice her coming home crying every other day, the excessive late night walks, the shutting out from everyone at times. Haley tried not to though, thinking it was too suspicious. She'd seen the movies, the best friends and sometimes strangers getting worried about the victim and taking actions into their own hands. She didn't want to risk someone's life for something less important life hers.

She took off Kaylob's shirt and chucked it across the room into a wall, like he did to her. It hit the wall with a soft thump. She dared herself to look at her topless body in the mirror, and when she did she wanted to destroy it. She wanted to beat Kaylob to a pulp, and shove his face in that mirror.

Her stomach had boot print bruises almost everywhere; her chest was covered in reddened scratches, her face given a new set of black eyes. She turned around and winced at the sudden movement. Looking over her shoulder in the mirror, she let out a cry as she looked upon several more bruises and cuts. That's all it was: bruises and cuts. She was thankful he never tried anything below the belt. Not yet, at least.

She took off her tight jeans which wear pressing against the new wounds. Her shins had a few purple marks, but nothing more. Sighing, she picked up her black tracksuit pants and put them on slowly, careful not to touch any of them. Then taking Lucas' Keith Scott Motors sweatshirt – which he left the night before – and put it on as well with nothing else. She picked up her cover up and bronzer and applied another set of make up that day.

"Haley, you in here?" Haley dropped the makeup quickly and cursed under her breath. Why did Lucas always have to invite himself in to her house?

"Wait out there Lucas." She shouted back behind the closed door. Picking up the make-up she applied the finishing touches, put her hair up in a messy bun and quickly faked a few smiles. Her black eyes now look like she needs more sleep.

There was a chuckle, but it wasn't Lucas'. Haley quickly turned her head to her door. "It's not Lucas. It's Nathan."

She ran to the door and opened it to confirm her thoughts. She raised one of her eyebrows. "What are you doing here?"

Nathan shoved his hands into his jeans. "I wasn't going to be able to make it tomorrow. So I came here."

"What makes you think you can just come here?" She asked angrily, folding her arms and leaning against the doorframe. Nathan gulped. She looked quite sexy without even trying.

"I didn't think." He said simply.

"Right, cause Nathan Scott doesn't think. He just does, right?"

Nathan shrugged. "Pretty much?"

Haley let out a frustrated side. "Looks like I'm going to be teaching you how to think, as well." She moved out of the doorframe, using her hand to gesture him in.

Nathan eyed the room as he walked in. It wasn't like any other teenage girl room, with posters of boy bands or pop songs blaring out of the stereos. Instead the room was full of photos of her and friends, even a collage of family photos above her desk. She had one thing hanging off her wall other than the collage, and that was a calendar. There was some clothing lying around the room, some which didn't look like hers like the flannel t-shirt against the wall next to the bed. Obviously a guy. Otherwise, it was plain, simple, and abnormal. But he liked it.

Nathan sat on the bed and picked up the stuffed rabbit, holding it in front of him. "Seriously Haley? A stuffed toy?"

Haley quickly snatched the toy away and placed it on the desk. "It's not a toy. It's Mr. Waffles."

"Should I be scared?" Nathan asked smirking, lying back on the bed with his arms behind his head.

Haley smiled and shrugged, taking her Spanish textbook out of her bag. "Maybe." She sat cross-legged on the bed, opening the book. Nathan rearranged his position so that he was sitting next to her. "What are you struggling with?"

Nathan sat in silence for a moment. "Spanish…?"

Haley put her hand on her forehead. "Oh God."

"Okay, how do you say hello?"

"Hola!" Nathan smiled, showing off his new Spanish skills. "Ask me another."

"It's eleven o clock…" Haley grumbles looking at the time on her desk. "Do you have a home?"

"Home. Casa!" Nathan grinned. He liked this, which surprised him. What did he like? The Spanish or the tutor?

"Alright, I get it. Casa-boy got skill." Haley said laughing and picking up the textbook. "Now can casa-boy go casa now?"

"Casa yes." Nathan paused after he spoke. "Wait…"

Haley sat up off the bed and he followed her to the door. "We'll work on that."

Nathan quickly pouted. "I'm only going because you looked like you needed sleep since I got here." Yeah, sleep… "So when can I come over next?" Haley raised an eyebrow.

Haley let out a small laugh. "What makes you think you can come over again?"

"Well this was pretty fun, right? All our books spread out across the bed. I was surprised our clothes didn't join them."

Haley smiled a little and shook her head. "I'm not that type of girl."

Nathan beant his head down and leanded forward, so he was placed just infront of her. Like he was going to kiss her. "What type of girl are you then, James?"

Haley looked down at his lips for a split second before taking a step back. "Your going to have to find that out for yourself."

Nathan smiled and stood up straight again, slowly backing out of the room. "Beleive me, I intend to. Goodnight, Haley."

Haley watched him exit her room and sighed. Arrogant. Cocky. Annoying. Hot...

"Why didn't you answer my calls last night?" Kaylob angrily asked his girlfriend. Slowly moving towards her, Haley instinctively moved back, and soon found the wall she now pressed up against. Why didn't anybody come to the tutor centre during their free-periods?

Haley gulped. "I was tutoring." She could feel his hot breath in her face as he inched closer. "Please Kaylob... I don't have my make-up her today."

"Who were you tutoring?" Kaylob asked, although it was almost an order.

"I told you yesterday. Brooke Davis."

Kaylob backed away from her, unclenching his fists and staring at her. "You better of been tutoring her." Kaylob walked away, but stopped at the door, not turning to face her. "If you wern't, and you were tutoring someone else, like that boytoy Nathan Scott... Let's just say you'll be in so much pain you wouldn't remember how is happened."

Once he left the room, Haley closed her eyes and silently cursed herself. She had two options, pack her bags and run across the country, or ask Brooke Davis for a favor.